Interrupted Schedules

Have you heard Mom talking about us lately?

Yes.  She sure doesn’t seem real happy.

I’ve even read some of the stuff she’s written on OUR computer without our permission and I’m not happy with what I’ve been reading.

What’s wrong with her?

I think it’s because she doesn’t have a job right now and she’s getting in our way.  We need to sit down with her and have a good meowversation.  First we have to figure out our plan of attack.

I don’t want to attack Mom.

No, that’s not what I mean.  We have to figure out what we’re going to tell her.

I’m going to tell her that she shouldn’t get so mad at us.

Well, we have been kind of naughty lately.  I’ve been knocking all sorts of things off of bookcases, computer desks and tables.  Then you left the yard and went over to visit Champ without getting Mom’s permission.

I just wanted to see what the views were like in his yard.

The point is, we HAVE been naughty.  Why do you think we’re upsetting Mom?

I don’t know.

Remember when Mom was working and was away from the house all the time?

Oh, that was wonderful.  We had the house and the computer to ourselves.

Yes, and we could nap whenever we wanted to.

I remember naps.  I love them but I don’t get to take as many now.

That’s the problem.  Mom has interrupted our schedules and we get crabby so we do naughty things.

So………’s all Mom’s fault that we’re naughty.

I guess it is.  When you think about it, isn’t it always the human’s fault?  We have to tell Mom to get another job so she’s not interrupting our schedules.

We should tell  our readers to help us find a job for Mom.  Right now, let’s go take a nap while she’s at the grocery store.

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They All Fall Down……..

I love this time of year!  For some reason the leaves stop hanging onto the branches and they all start falling down.  Mom says it’s a royal pain to rake up all those leaves.  I say it’s so much fun to play in them!!!

Who likes to play in leaves?
Who likes to play in leaves?

I do!!!  I do!!!  I’ve got my paw raised as high as it goes just to show you how excited I am.

Crunchy, munchy leaves.
Crunchy, munchy leaves.

I love the noise the crunchy leaves make.  They’re singing to me.


There’s no better way to unwind and relax than by stretching out on leaves.

My true colors...
My true colors…

I love fall ‘cuz it matches my colors and I can hide.  I bet you didn’t even know there was a kitty there in the leaves.  Hemingway can’t do that.

Watching for leaves.
Watching for leaves.

Wonder how long it will be before Mom tries making all these leaves go into bags?

I hope she waits a long time ‘cuz I really enjoy playing in them.

Back to Normal

Is it ever normal here?

Probably not…… least Mom doesn’t think so.  But the good news is that Mom’s back home again.

She finally left that dog she had to take care of?

Yes.  I searched through her flashy box thing and found a picture of the dog.

Miss Sophie, the dog
Miss Sophie, the dog

She doesn’t look like either one of us!

She’s not supposed to.  She’s not related to us and we’re cats and she’s a dog.

Why did Mom go live with her?

Mom was helping her human friend who is Sophie’s mom.

Well, I guess that’s okay, but I still don’t like it when she’s gone.

This is my outdoor chair and if Mom isn't here, I don't get to sit in it and that makes me not happy!
This is my outdoor chair and if Mom isn’t here, I don’t get to sit in it and that makes me not happy!
This is my outdoor deck and  when Mom isn't here I don't get to let the sunshine see my tummy.
This is my outdoor deck and when Mom isn’t here I don’t get to let the sunshine see my tummy.

“Gone to the Dog”

I wonder what all Mom is putting in here.
I wonder what all Mom is putting in here.


I'm just going to take a quick look in here and make sure Mom didn't accidentally pack any of our treats.
I’m just going to take a quick look in here and make sure Mom didn’t accidentally pack any of our treats.

Hemingway……why does Mom have her bag that she packs stuff in out in the middle of the room?

I heard her tell Uncle Bob that she’s going to take care of a dog for a few days.

Why would she do that?  Have you been driving her crazy?

You know that neither one of us is old enough to drive.

Houston, we have a problem.

My name is Hemingway and what do you mean?

Does Uncle Bob know where the treats are?

I’m sure Mom told him.

Oh Happy Day!!!  We’re going to be getting treats six times a day!!!!!!!!

We don’t get treats six times a day.

Uncle Bob doesn’t know that……………


Wednesday Whys

The Mom speaks:


Look at those two little angels.  They are just sitting outside watching the world go by.  Who would know that such mischievous deeds lie in their future?

I am currently between jobs so I have more time to spend at home with the boys.  They really enjoy having Mom around ‘cuz it usually means they can spend more time outside.  On the nice days I have enjoyed the freedom of going out with a book while the boys explore.

Remember when Shakespeare was naughty and tried to bribe me with that field mouse?  First of all, let me explain that since his night of escape he has been very good and hasn’t even tried to get out of the yard again.  He’s happy being here with his toys and treats.

It seems Hemingway thought I was really upset with Shakespeare so this week he decided he should do something nice for Mom.  You guessed it!  He came waltzing in with a field mouse in his mouth.  I tried to get it away from him and the stupid mouse went behind some furniture.  Hemingway stayed on guard while I went to get some “mouse mazes” to capture the guy.  I should have known that Hemingway would eventually get him again and he did.  I chased Hemingway round the house trying to convince him to go outside.  He didn’t understand what I was doing and thought all the running was fun and good exercise for me.  Of course Shakespeare wanted in on it as well.  I finally got Hemingway outside with his prize.  Shakespeare stayed inside with me running from window to window so he could check up on Hemingway.  It took a while, but eventually Hemingway came up to the back door.  I was going to let him in, but then I noticed the field mouse in his mouth.  I don’t know if it was the same one or not but this time it wasn’t moving.  I looked at Hemingway and said, “There’s no way you are bringing that into the house.”  He just looked at me and dropped it on the deck.  My gift for the day!!

I need to get another job soon.  I don’t like “MOUSE BREATH”!!!!

But I Don’t Want to Go to Kitty Jail!!!

Mom put me in jail.
Mom put me in jail.

It all started on a lovely day last Friday.  Mom was in and out doing errands and when she finally got home late in the afternoon she said we could go out and play.  We did just that while she did stuff in the house.  After supper I still wasn’t ready to come in but Hemingway decided he was ready for treats so he went inside.  Mom came out looking for me and called all over the yard.  She shook the treat sack and kept looking but I was nowhere to be found.  It was dark and she was very worried.  She called the neighbors, our friend Champ’s parents, and asked if they could help her look.  They wandered all over the place with flashlights and Mom even drove around the neighborhood in her car.  They couldn’t find me.  Now, let me tell you what was really neat about Friday night. 

 The church across the street was having a fried chicken dinner.  Do you know how fabulous fried chicken smells when you lift up your nose and sniff the air?  I was intrigued!

Back to the search.  The humans finally gave up and Mom got a chair out on the deck and a blanket and she tried to go to sleep.  It was a chilly, damp night and she said something about her bones hurting  ‘cuz of arthur-something-or-other so she finally went inside.  Around midnight she got up to take some pain meds and she looked outside to see if I was there.  I wasn’t.  Just before she went back to bed, she opened the door and called my name and I came walking by her car and in the gate.  She looked at me and told me to get my tail in the house.  Well, what about the rest of me???  I guess it wasn’t a time to joke ‘cuz she said she had been so worried.  She kept asking me where I had been and what I had been doing but I didn’t tell.  I was ashamed that I had gone on an adventure without telling her.  It was my first time doing that and Mom says it is my last!!!!

So, the next day was perhaps the most fabulous day ever.  The sun was shining.  There was a little breeze , the sky was deep blue, the temperature was perfect and there was no humidity.  Mom said those days are very rare around here and she also told me I couldn’t go out and enjoy the day.  She made me and Hemingway stay inside all day.

We did get to go outside on Sunday but she watched us carefully.

Today, Hemingway got to go out by himself.  Mom said she had some work to do and couldn’t go out and make sure I stayed in the yard.  I could have told her I wasn’t going anywhere, but I had t stay inside while she worked on “stuff”.

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 I think it looks like Hemingway is sticking his tongue out at me but he claims he was just trying to clean his foot.  I’m not buying it.

Can't I go out and play????
Can’t I go out and play????

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Mom……..I don’t like this picture.  It looks like I have jail stripes!

When Mom finished her “stuff” she let me go outside and she brought her book out there to read.  When it was time for everyone to go inside she called my name and I came running and went right into the house.  I had brought her a present.  She caught up to me and discovered I had a little field mouse in my mouth.  I thought it would be the perfect “I’m sorry I was so bad” gift but I don’t think Mom really liked it.  Hemingway thought it was cool!  I guess I still don’t understand humans.

So, that’s what’s been going on at our house!