Mommy has to go to work tomorrow, for ten hours of training, on her day off.
She says it's gonna be boring and awful, but I don't care about that...the thing is, she's gonna be sitting for hours and hours, making a lap, and I won't be there to occupy it!
Well, The Cubs (Mommy's team) finally ended their 108-year drought and won the World Series!
Game Seven was a real nail-biter, and Mommy was too fraught to let me sit in her lap and be petted offer stress relief. You should have seen her pace, kitties!
Like a Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.
She calmed down enough by Friday morning to resume her duties as Chief Scritcher, Bum-Whapper and Ear Fondler, though; and we both enjoyed watching the victory parade on TV.
I sure hope there's another good sporting season coming up so I get more serious lap time. I also hope that Mommy doesn't forget put on my favorite velour pants.
(He likes the turquoise pair best, the color sets off his fur nicely when he sheds on them--ed.)
Mommy's back east home team, The Chicago Cubs, are in hot contention to win the World Series. This has provided some premium, extended lap time for all of us me.
She's pretty good about not getting overly excited or screamy during the games--always a plus.
And see those FUR-rows on my flank?
She pets me for (her) stress relief!
I hope the Cubs win a little more often than once every 108 years...this is great.
Since I work evenings, me and the kittehs really treasure our evening couch surfing time on my days off. After dinner I put on my jammies, get out a fresh snuggling blanket Cat Trap™, a cuppa joe and a donut (my grocery shopping reward) and settle in.
Before long the trap springs:
The Baby!
After a nice satisfying Sucky Dance she scootles in, just in time for victim number two:
Rupert!
He prefers prime lappage area. Making it hard to type.
And to the right of my maple-frosted donut is:
May Ling!
Who likes cool vinyl against her undercarriage instead of the blanket--also, she's CATegorically opposed to sleeping next to any of the Lesser Cats*.
I sure wish I could spend every evening like this...come on, retirement!
Do you see those fingers behind me? They are Mommy's! I'm squashing her arm between my body and the sofa cushion...it's tough job, immobilizing Mommy but I'm just the Mancat for it. And I'm sure you can tell by my pose that I am very Hard At Work. Naturally I asked Mommy to take a photo to document my labo(u*)rs, hence this "selfie".
Also, if you look closely at my right arm you can see where the vet stole my furs when I went in for my dental--the nerve! It will take weeks to regrow them right.
As you know, just very recently I have decided to be a sooky la la on Mommy's lap grace her with my Manly presence every morning, like so:
I tell you, she has the cosiest pants (velour!), and that is the SOLE reason I sit on her.
Really.
Well, OK, she's warm. I'll grant you that.
And, frankly, it's the Height of Manliness to show off my shiny Ornj furs against such a vivid background. It would practically be a crime against fashion to pass by the opportunity for such a color contrast.
So I HAVE to do this; it's more like a Mancat Job than a pleasure.
So, even when I turn around and get good and settled in the Leg Canyon™--making biscuits and chirping and purring like a motorboat--I'm always the Epitome of Manliness, despite several malicious rumors to the contrary...
...and damning video evidence of me enduring loving every second of my Mancat Duties.
I was gravity-testing Mommy the other day (it's still working--ed.) when she snapped a picture of me with her tablet. It doesn't have a very good camera so I played around a bit and settled for a close crop and changing it to black and white...did I do good?
Mommy had to work a little unplanned overtime on her weekend (she volunteered--what a moron), so she took a teensy nap to recharge her batcatteries after her yoga class.
We helped.
Daddy took this photo to prove that sometimes, rarely, Mommy does relax.
Note from the Mommy: Some of you wondered in yesterday's comments what I do with all the dried lemons...well, I actually do use most of them! (such a sourpuss) I always have a couple slices in my water, in hot and cold tea (they are fabulous in blueberry tea), and I grind them to use in fruit smoothies and anything I cook that I want a bright citrus note--pasta sauce, soup, fish, salads. They're organic so I can use all of them them, peels included. I never thought I'd go through a hundred-plus lemons a year, but I do...any other suggestions?
As you can see, I took good care of my* Mommy when she was feeling queasy. She says "thank-you" for all your purrs...she has pesky adhees, addledhesuns, um, sticky bits in her innards that occasionally seize up and make her colon put on crankypants. It doesn't happen often, thank Cod, but when it does I'm right there to stick my Soothing Bum in Mommy's face to help her feel better.
Well, to be purrfectly honest, I stick my Bum in her face all the time, but when Mommy is feeling poorly I make sure my hindquarters ooze some Extra-Soothing mojo. (You kitties know what I mean.)
So, as long as I wasn't being flung to the floor during a frantic human litterbox room run I stuck to my post--successfully--by Caturday Mommy was well enough to go back to work.
Where she saw this one gorgeous cloud!
We had four days of gloom and 0.2" of rain last week, so it was so nice to see the last of them, floating away.
The Baby and Sweet Pea dominate Mommy's legs, pinning her to the sofa...
...while Mister Jealous (Rupert) goes for her lap (or even further up), prime real estate.
Rupert: Mommy, I'm the most handsomest gray man in the house. Don't look at those Whitesters. Look only at me. In fact, let me help you--I'll obscure them from view with my giant radar dish ears!
