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...

Watching the birdies

Still hanging around...
Not doing much of anything.

*yawn*

The peeps are planning another trip to see the little one.
That means I'll be alone. Again.

Heeheehee.

Remember a few weeks ago when I said something about having a PARTY?

It's time! Ya'll come on over!

Oh, these pics? I'm watching the little birdie. On TV. Not the kind that chirps. It's the kind that people hit with those funny-shaped sticks. Napper calls this the "British Open."

Orion, I'm still loving the blankie! Thanks again, ever so much!

Sad news

Remember when I told you about the wonderful lady named Miss Ruthie who was caring for those tiny kittens who were found in the trash at the landfill?

Miss Ruthie is sad today. The kittens were finally old enough last week to go to a new home. When one went in for its shots, it was found to have Feline Immunodeficiency Virus and had to be put to sleep. That means the other kitten is being put to sleep today, too.

My heart hurts for Miss Ruthie and for the kittens and for the people who thought they would have a kitten playing in their home.

I am so sad.

I am purraying for Miss Ruthie.

Computer Woes

Hi, Cats!

Everything is cool over here (inside, anyway...it's pretty hot outside). Anyway, I'm fine, nothing's wrong...except with Treater's computer, that is.

I'm borrowing a computer right now so that we can let everycat know that Treater's computer's motherboard kicked the bucket recently. The drives (and all the photos) are fine, but the computer won't run. She's waiting on someone to fix it. Maybe Napper will...or perhaps the Tall Guy Who Always Picks Me Up will fix it.

Anyway...keep checking back. We'll be back online soon.

Purrs...

~ Spooky

House Denizen

This is my domain...my habitat. I am Protector of all that is within.

I have decided that I really like this place and I have taken responsibility for keeping the riff-raff away.

I protect my people, especially Treater, because she caters to my every need.

The peeps are amazed that I have taken to sitting upon Treater's shoulder when she is in her recliner. I do so for two reasons:

1. I am protecting her.
2. It's a great perch for watching all the activity through the Big Window.

Now, on to more important business. I am hearing rumors of another trip. I don't see any suitcases yet, but they are discussing whether to drive the big car or hop on the big, big birdie-thing. This, of course, means House Party.

Details later.