I sure hope those pandas quit messing up things soon!
Steinbeck, what on earth are you talking about?
Well, isn’t it because of the pandas that we all had to stay home for the last year?
Well, isn’t it because of the pandas that Mom has to wear a mask whenever she goes out?
Well, what have the pandas done?
The pandas haven’t done anything. You’re getting it all mixed up. It’s not Panda Mess; it’s called a pandemic. It’s a virus that humans can easily catch and it’s pretty dangerous. Mom has already had her first shot and next week she gets her second shot.
Do we have to get shots, too?
Do you go to the grocery store, or to concerts, or out to eat?
You know I just go out in the back yard.
Then I think you’re safe. Now will you please let me get a little nap time in? Mom’s busy “working” at her office over there and as soon as she finishes, I want to remind her that I’m hungry.
Mom always gets excited when it’s Friiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiidayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! Of course if she wasn’t working, she probably wouldn’t have a clue what day it was.
Sometimes she does get confused, though. I’ve heard her complaining when it’s only Tuesday and she was sure it was Thursday.
That’s just how humans are. We just have a couple of pictures to show you today. Steinbeck’s up first.
Oh boy!!!! This is one of my “glamour” shots that Mom took of me. I like all the shading she got. I also like the little freckle on my bottom lip. The other picture is one of me outside. I told Mom that pretty soon she’s not going to be able to see me ‘cuz I sorta match the deck. Good thing the angels have left powdered sugar out there!
OK…my turn now. Mom said she’s going to change my name. See, she seems to have this little problem. She claims that wherever she wants to walk, I’m there! Seriously, can I help it if she always wants to go where I’m going? I think she loves me way too much. MOL!!! Anyway, her new name for me is “Inaway”. Isn’t that silly???? Almost as silly as her wild slipper socks!
Mom didn’t have to go to work yesterday so I’m busy helping her try to catch up on everything today.
Here’s something for our readers to figure out. Just how many legs do you think I have?
Boys, I am beginning to think that you are just wasting the day away. I wish I could play silly games all day. Oh, and Hemingway, lying on my computer keyboard is not really helping……no matter what you think. However, I do thank both of you for the pleasant company today.
Hi readers! We’ve been gone a long time again. Mom’s been busy healing the leg she broke and trying to make it strong so she can walk again. She told us that it was just too hard to sit at the computer for a long time so she avoided it.
But she didn’t tell our friends and I’m sure they’ve been worrying.
Well, we’re all doing fine. Mom goes to see her surgeon again next week and may finally get permission to put 100% weight on her bionic leg.
Are you calling it that ‘cuz she has all those plates and silverware and stuff put in her leg to make it work?
Steinbeck, she had one plate and then some screws put in. There was no silverware used in the repair. Now, back to the trouble part of this blog.
I didn’t mean to be that much trouble but I got scared.
Mom had decided to schedule a Spa Day for Steinbeck. He had some narlies and mats on his stomach that she wanted taken care of and he also has swords for nails so she wanted them trimmed. I’ve gone through that and it’s not so bad.
But you’re older than I am.
Anyway, Mom and her brother chased Steinbeck all over the house and couldn’t catch him. He kept slipping through their hands. They finally had to give up. Steinbeck doesn’t know it but he has another appointment and he’s not going to be able to ignore it. Just look how easy it is to get into the kennel. I found it quite comfortable.
That’s because Mom wasn’t taking you to that scary place.
Steinbeck, I love you ‘cuz you’re my little brother….but sometimes you get rather naughty. I know you don’t mean it, but you must remember that Mom is never going to do anything bad to you.
I’ll try to remember, but I really don’t like going to that doctor’s house.
None of us do. Just think of all the times Mom has had to go to doctors’ houses this summer. Has she been running around the house trying not to be caught?
MOL……….that would be funny!!
*Mom’s Note: It’s mid-afternoon and Steinbeck is still hiding. Poor little guy was so traumatized. I hope the next time goes easier…..for the sake of all of us!
Mom is getting rather dangerous with her wheelchair. She thinks she can go anywhere with it.
We can’t even get into that much trouble ‘cuz she can easily reach us.
Don’t tell our readers that we get into trouble.
Oops……….ignore what I said.
Mom told her brother that she can parallel park with her wheelchair and do a nifty job of driving it backwards. Of course he just laughed and said that may be true but she sure can’t do it with her car!
We begged and begged and Mom let us go outside for a bit.
Steinbeck doesn’t know but I found a secret stash of catnip. I headed right over there and indulged. My but that catniptini was good!
Hemingway, what are you doing over there?
Just looking for rocks.
MOL!!! I will never tell him the truth. That plant is mine.
Steinbeck, Mom’s finally adding something to our blog and the readers want to know all about it.
Oh, well, I wish they wouldn’t stare at me when I’m trying to take a nap.
Maybe you shouldn’t take naps all the time.
This is me guarding the house. I work hard at this so I need lots of naps. Sometimes there are strange noises outside like boomers and I want to make sure nothing tries to get in the house. Mom says if she doesn’t leave the door open just a little, I tend to panic. I wouldn’t say I panic, but I do get very concerned. Lately I’ve been making sure none of thatCoughedstuff comes around.
Steinbeck, that’s Covid and I think it’s great you’re watching out for it.
I’m in charge of making sure none of our beds get messed up. Mom used to have nurses and physical therapists coming here all the time and she kept moving our beds out of the way. They weren’t in the way! Don’t humans realize that cats reign supreme?
Well, that’s all that’s happening around here. Mom didn’t lose her memory when her heart broke so she knows she should give us treats.
Steinbeck, you have such a one track mind.
Maybe……….but you love me.
From the Mom….and I love both of you boys. You’re doing a great job of getting me back to healthy. I’m still not working but it will only be a couple of weeks now and I can go back part time. I was working from home before all this happened and the boys were used to me being here. I’m hoping I can still work from home for a bit. I really don’t want to be around any of those germs. Thanks so much for all the kind words, thoughts, prayers. They all mean so much to me!
Hemingway!! Come here. Quick. You have to help me. It’s very important.
Steinbeck…………hold down the noise. Can’t you see I’m helping Mom? Remember she has to work from home now so I have to help her with her stuff so she doesn’t work too many hours. If I didn’t help her, she’d be working for elebenty billion hours. Now what is it you want?
I want you to come here! Right now!!
So why am I here? What am I supposed to be looking for? What are you so excited about?
Tell me if you see any corn or iris.
Why on earth are you asking me to do that?
“Cuz I keep hearing on that TV all about the corn and iris and how dangerous they are. I wanted to check the freezer to see if Mom had any corn in there, but she wouldn’t let me. I figured I better check our yard. I don’t want any corn or iris around here.
Steinbeck, you’ve got it all wrong. It’s not corn and iris. It’s coronavirus.
Smarty pants……..how do you know?
Mom told me about it when I asked her why she was working at home now. You must have been sleeping as usual. She said it’s a serious sickness and humans have to be really careful so they don’t get it. Mom is staying in the house as much as she can so she doesn’t run into any of those germs.
I’m so glad you’re my big brother and can teach me things.
Steinbeck, there’s also this rule about social distancing.
Mom let us go out on the deck over the weekend and I talked to Mr. Outdoor Cat. Then I walked around and checked out the property. Of course I could only walk on the deck ‘cuz there was still some of that white stuff and some wet stuff around. I wasn’t about to get my feet wet!! But, guess what…………Hemingway walked off the deck and into that white stuff. He obviously lost his mind. I got rather angry with him ‘cuz I just knew he was going to bring those wet cold feet into the house.
Well, getting angry was a BIG mistake. Mom was standing on the deck looking at Hemingway and I just had to tell her how angry I was. I looked at her and hissed and spitted. She just looked at me and told me to knock it off. You mean I shouldn’t be mad about what Hemingway was doing?
I don’t get it. Now she’s calling me Mr. Crabby Apple Pants again. I don’t think that’s a proper name for me.
Nope, I haven’t been outside since. Mom says I can’t get angry. Oh well……….