Two Whole Months!

Yeah. I think Treater forgot allllllll about ME. She has not helped me with this blog for two whole big long months. That's nearly a lifetime.

I really don't have much to tell. Mostly I've just been exploring new places to nap. I found a couple that are really good...no one can reach me there. That's a good thing 'cause my human sister's little tailpuller is 8 months old and faster than a speeding bullet. He and I haven't met yet, but I know that day is coming, so I'm getting prepared.

Aaaaaannnnndddd...as if that isn't bad enough, another little tailpuller was born into our family yesterday morning. She's a tiny little thing, so maybe she won't bother me. Much. Soon. Maybe.

Treater says that now she's a "Grand" and a "Great." Whatever that means. It just means trouble to me.

Here's one of those hiding places. It looks sort of upside-down, but Treater is holding the camera from above the TV/entertainment stuff and pointing down alongside the wall I'm trying to blend in with the wires. Is it working?





Also, one day last month, Treater met a blogging friend in person for the first time and they went to see a garden. Yeah, I know. A garden is a garden is a garden. They have trees and plants and anoles and birds and bugs and all sorts of interesting stuff. This one even had its very own Garden Cat. Whoa! This cat looks like a relative. I wonder...


The Garden Cat even gets to go outside. Lucky...



That's pretty much all that's been happening around here. Oh, Treater and Napper rearranged all of the furniture in the big room. They said something about a tree...would they really plant a tree inside the house? Well, whatever. It does give me a great place to sit and watch everything out the big window. Like the monster birds. They're out there right now. I made Treater run out and get a picture. The Papa Bird watches for trouble while his family eats.

While Papa Bird was watching Treater, Treater spotted a squirrel watching the birds. Squirrel was probably waiting for the birds and Treater to leave. He was pretty far from a tree.

Well, that's it for now. I'll be back. I promise!

(P.S.: Hi, Orion!)

More visitors!

We had visitors again. Actually, we think they live in the big tree place next door. They are always in our backyard! Boy, do they ever make a lot of racket!

I wanted to get out and try to catch one, but Treater wouldn't let me. She said she would just catch one with her camera.

Usually we have just four... the parents and two young ones. Those young ones are sure growing fast. I don't know who the other two are...I've never seen them before.

Imagine...six of them!

Hmm, looks like one of them spotted Treater and her camera.

Look out, Treater! It's heading for you!

Run, Treater, run!!

Treater took a little movie of them, too, so that I could watch them whenever I want.

Oops

Oh, no! I have disappointed so many of my fellow kitties! I've been missing from cyberspace...and it's not my fault!

Treater and Napper have been busy with too many things...and busily ignoring me! Well, I've been spending my days alone (except for when Orion teleports over for a visit...purrs).

Wanna know what I've been doing?

Treater spends her computer time staring at videos of that tail-puller, who turned six months old this week. All I see when I look at those videos is a drool machine who makes lots of funny noises and smells.

Bah.

What I saw

What am I watching so intently? (Check out those laser eyes reflected in the window!)

This is what I see:

I really want to get outside and play with it!

Please, let me outside....I wanna play with it!

Well, I guess I'll just sit and watch it for a while.

Crash and burn!!

Uh-oh. I didn't do it. Honest, I didn't!! I really did not use my laser-eyes on this!

It's a match!

Treater and Napper have been tearing up our new house and putting in all sorts of different stuff. That guy who does all the work is really staying busy, but he's so noisy (and he has a bad habit of closing the door to my, um, litter box room)!

Right now, he's working in the big bathroom. He's putting in something called "tile." Naturally, everything that goes in my house has to be approved by me.

I'd say this one passes muster. I think accentuates my furs very nicely, don't you?

Should I move?

(Yes, that's a rocking chair.)

Who's a horse?

Treater and Napper are finally back from their trip to visit that not-quite-so-new-anymore tail-puller. They keep talking about how hoarse I am. I am trying to tell them that I'm a cat and not a horse, but they just won't listen. The more I try to tell them, the more they laugh.

Well, my throat is a bit sore.

They think it's because I missed them so much and called and called for them.

What they don't know is that my throat is sore from all of the partying and house-trashing we did while they were gone! What a great time we all had. I'm hiding behind the TV today to catch up on my rest.

Thanks for coming, everyone, and thanks for bringing so many cool goodies! Purrs...