Hemingway!!! Come look!!! The angels were baking and they spilled flour all over the place!!
That’s not flour. It’s snow.
Why can’t it be flour? Wouldn’t the humans….especially Mom….be happier if it was flour?
Well, I think cleaning up flour might be more difficult. If it rained, then the flour would turn into a sticky, icky mess. With snow the humans just have to wait about six months and it’s all melted.
Six months????? That’s forever in cat time.
Mom says it’s forever in human time too, when it comes to snow.
Well, I’m just going to believe that’s flour and that the angels are busy making me catnip cakes and pies.
We had a visitor today. He came to help himself to leftover Turkey Day food that the birds didn’t finish. We thought he could do the selfie today.
We hope everyone had a wonderful Turkey Day. We had lots of fun and we even got some turkey.
That was turkey??? I ate a bird???? Why didn’t someone tell me?
Steinbeck, why are you so confused?
I think I swallowed a feather.
US????????????? We’ve been really good today.
Well, we did play one little trick on Mom.
We knew she had to go to work early today and we also knew she was really tired when she went to bed last night.
We don’t always join her right away ‘cuz we have to patrol the house and make sure everything is ok.
And you have to bring all sorts of toys into her room.
I think her gentle purring helps calm the toys down. Sometimes they get afraid of the dark.
Hemingway, you’ve been hanging around me too much and your thinking is sounding like mine.
Anyway, Mom actually heard her alarm clock go off this morning!
We didn’t wake her up ‘cuz we didn’t even go in her room
Poor Mom. She was so confused and couldn’t figure out what that noise was. We were in the hallway giggling.
She thought we were both sick ‘cuz we NEVER wait for breakfast but this morning we did.
Mom told us that she was confused all day. MOL!!! Readers, we have to warn you not to tell Mom what we did and why we did it. We don’t want Santa Paws finding out about it.
Santa Paws? Is he that big fat red kitty who brings us catnip and toys? Is he coming here again???? I thought the turkey was coming first.
The turkey is coming first, but Santa Paws will be here before you know it.
Oh great! You helped me be naughty. Way to go Big Brother!
I’m the brave one. I went outside in the cold airs and I even sat down on the really cold deck. Mom, you could have cleared a bigger space for me. I barely fit all of me in this spot. See the wood? That’s so we can have fires in the house and make it cozy. The wood man came last weekend with his really big truck and unloaded wood for the house. We were both scared of him ‘cuz he doesn’t come that often, but we were all thankful he was here.
I’m brave, too! It’s just that my toy wanted me to stay inside with it and sit in the sun puddle. I didn’t want to hurt the toy’s feelings so I stayed inside where it’s warm. I didn’t want my ginger toes touching all that cold white stuff. I sniffed the cold airs and decided the angels had left the freezer doors open way too long for me.
Mom had the day off today so we both got extra play time with her.
She had to go see the dentist and get her toofies cleaned. She told me that they use root beer flavored cleaning stuff. What’s root beer?
It’s a flavor you probably wouldn’t like. They would have to use catnip flavored stuff for us.
My toofies are fine so I don’t need to be going anywhere no matter what flavor is involved.
And you were talking about being brave?
Mom was late getting home from work today because she said she stopped to vote.
I smelled food on her. Didn’t she know we were home starving?
We decided to let you know what we thought of the voting thing that humans do.
I take this voting thing seriously. I wore my badge all night and was proud of it.
Not me. I yanked that sticky thing off of me and stomped on it. Don’t ask my why. I just had the feeling that’s what I was supposed to do.
That’s the youngster showing up in Steinbeck. He doesn’t understand the importance of voting.
As long as the gingers win, it’s fine with me.
How can the gingers win if you don’t even vote? Besides, the tuxedos are winning.
You’re asking mighty difficult questions on my empty stomach. I can’t think fast enough.
Well, all I can tell you is that if you were running the election, everyone would be eating instead of voting.
There’s something wrong with that?
I give up! Mom, you try talking to him.