We have decided to become dogs!
Do we have the language down pretty good???
We have decided to become dogs!
Do we have the language down pretty good???
Hemingway, why did Mom have to go to the vet?
Steinbeck, I’ve told you before. We go to the vet but Mom goes to a doctor. The vet takes care of us fur people.
Have you seen Mom’s hair in the summer? It’s pretty furry!!!
She doesn’t go to the vet for herself. However, she did have to go see her doctor. Turns out that when she broke her heart and they had to open her up and then put her back together again, they had some problems.
They didn’t have to open her all the way up again, did they?
Oh no. This was just an out patient surgery. Remember? She came home later that afternoon. They told her they had to fix an incisional hernia.
That sounds awful. Hey, wait a minute. We can’t get that!!!
‘Cuz it’s a hernia!!! If it was on us, it would have to be a hisnia.
Steinbeck, I hate to admit it but you might be on to something there.
From the Mom: I did have a hernia operation last week and it still really hurts a lot. Everything you do seems to involve your stomach muscles, as I’ve quickly and painfully discovered. Hisnia or Hernia, it’s been taken care of and a few more days of rest and relaxation should get me back on the road to recovery. Oh, and the boys have had to quickly learn not to jump on me!
We want to wish everyone a Happy Valentine’s Day. We hope all of you give and receive love not just today, but every day. We need a kinder world and it can all start with just one person or fur person. Enjoy your special day!!!
Hi everyone! I got to put my art in here today. It’s a very cold day and it’s white outside so I changed the colors. I hope all of you have a warm weekend. If you think about it, turn on your ovens and fans and point them in the direction of Minnesota. Mom says we have no temperature here!!!
Here’s the original picture, showing how cold it is outside.
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Humans…………….Hemingway said I should ask you about this ‘cuz he doesn’t know either. Last weekend everyone was talking about the big bowl of soup. Now we were both really excited. We thought for sure we were going to get a big bowl of catnip soup! They were even calling it a SUPER BOWL.
We both kept waiting, but there was no big bowl of soup. Why were you humans teasing us like that??? Do you have more tricks planned for us next weekend?
We can’t wait! MOL!!!
I told Mom that I just had to go outside and check out all the powdered sugar out there. It’s everywhere. I love to explore in our back yard and when it’s not super cold, I need to be out there checking on things.
Mom…check it out! There really is powdered sugar everywhere. As far as my kitty eyes can see. I just have one question. Why is this powdered sugar so cold????
Mom……..come here. I think I found the end of the road!!! I’m just going to try digging a little bit here to see if there’s any catnip.
Steinbeck, you’ve seen this white stuff before. Why are you acting so crazy? Even the outside cats know that the white stuff is snow and that it is cold and it will be around for a long time. They also know that catnip doesn’t grow when it’s cold and icy outside.
Well, with all that Covid stuff running around and making humans and fur people stay inside, I choose to make my own little fantasy world and pretend things. I still say this is powdered sugar.
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……….
Mom said I could “fancy up” my selfie today. I was so excited. We all got to go outside. I decided it was the perfect time to use my body to clean off the deck. There were little twigs and old leaves and little bits of this and that. I managed to get them on my fur. MOL!!! That’s why Mom said I should “fancy up” my selfie. I hope everyone had a very good weekend and is ready to start another week.
Everyone knows my name is Hemingway. No, I don’t have six toes. Mom chose that name ‘cuz she liked the author. Then she got another kitty and she named him Shakespeare. He wasn’t with us that many years and then she brought another ginger kitty home and named him Steinbeck, after another one of her favorite authors. She had decided she wanted us to have a blog and wanted us to have literary names. She also didn’t want us to have names that everyone else had. She’s strange that way.
Enough of the background information. My question to all you readers is: if I have the name Hemingway, why does Mom insist on calling me other names? Do the rest of you have the problem? I call Mom, Mom. That’s all I call her. I call my little brother, Steinbeck…….well, maybe sometimes I call him Brat……but that’s another story for another day.
Here’s a recent picture that Mom took of me.
One of Mom’s friends likes to call me Mr. Regal ‘cuz I’m always dressed in my finest tuxedo, ready for a party. When Mom took this picture, she decided it really did show me as Mr. Regal. I think I look quite like a king in that picture.
She also has another crazy name for me. Would you believe she calls me, Inaway? She said she came up with that name ‘cuz I’m always in the way. Can I help it if she wants to walk wherever I stretch out on the floor? I say it’s her fault. I say that I get a vote on this and I’ll go for Mr. Regal instead of Inaway.
What do you think?
Tell me a story, Hemingway.
I don’t know if I have any stories ready to tell you. Aren’t you sleepy enough?
Not really. My mind has been going in lots and lots of circles.
I’ve been thinking about the weather and I’m getting tired of all the snow and cold. Did you watch all those flakes falling down Monday night? I’m glad Mom got home before it got bad.
I know Mom is not real happy with winter. Even though this has been a really mild winter for this area, all the gray days make us feel sad. At least now when the sun shines it bounces off all that fresh white snow and that makes us happy.
Yeah………as long as we’re on the inside looking out!
I guess so. What else is on your mind?
Ya’ know when Mom was talking about those Halloween Goblins in her blood?
You have nothing to worry about ‘cuz she said they are still doing good.
Yes, but she said now she doesn’t have enough iron. I’ve been looking for nails for her to chew on and I can’t find any.
Steinbeck…..nobody mailed us nails! You have to learn to relax a little. You don’t need to worry so much about all of us. You and I are taking good care of Mom and she knows it.
But what about what happened at work last week?
Well, we couldn’t do anything to protect her from that but she’s fine now.
**Mom inserts here: The boys are talking about when I was ready to leave work on Friday and start my weekend. The elevator had just arrived when all the alarms started going off and we were told to exit the building and not use the elevators. I knew this wasn’t a drill but I really did want to take the elevator. I didn’t. I walked (or hobbled) down eight flights of stairs and out into the cold night. Turns out a pipe burst in the lobby area of our building and there was water everywhere. It made quite a mess and they are still working on getting it cleaned up. As for me, I spent a very painful weekend dealing with my knees and ankle. Both knees are fake and usually don’t bother me. My ankle has a triple fusion and needs to be replaced so it bothers me all the time. It was much worse after all those stairs. However, I have recovered.
I guess you’re right. Do you think Mom has left some treats out for us? Oh………….and what about my story?????
Leave me alone. I’m lying in my sun puddle.