Happy Fourth Friends!

We will celebrate living in our great nation by dedicating all of today's naps to the wonderful Americans that help other people and animals around the world. Here's hoping that my kitty friends from the US will get a little something left over from the barbecue. Or whatever your particular tummy desires (that goes for all kitties everywhere). 

Jake, Let me go!

"Sophie, Stay put. I MUST clean you!"

Has any cat seen this show?

Dr. Katrina Warren is an Australian vet who hosts the show. She goes to the homes of people who want help with their cats. I like her a lot. I want to write her and ask her what to do with my grumpy sister Cookie. (Does anyone know how to get rid of this underline?)

Mom learned on today's show that I'm a senior citizen just because I'm older than 7 years old. Of course I've been trying to tell her that for a while now. Now if she would just give an old man the spot on her lap instead of giving it to the computer. 

The one thing my mom dislikes is that the program is paid by Purina so there's a lot of their advertising. 

The show is on Animal Planet. If you watch it, please let me know what you think.

Cats for Sale

We have two cats who are on mom's Smiley Face list and two who are on the Sad Face list.  (The mom doesn't use this with her students, just with the cats.) The two tabbies are on mom's Sad/Angry I'm Going to Sell You to the Dogs list. 

On mom's return from grocery shopping the orange tabby monster cat rushed her and ran outside where he proceeded to run away from her outreached arms over and over again. And then when she finally caught the orange tabby boy and was taking him in the brown tabby girl ran out. Where the orange boy always remains loving and playful during these escapes the brown tabby girl growls at mom when she nears her and starts hissing when she's caught. The tabby girl is now apologetic and is trying to play kissy face to mom as she sits and types. She knows how to melt the woman's heart. The mom is trying to remain straight faced and angry just to make a point, but is losing the battle as the tabby girl licks away her at her face and arms. 

"Okay, you win! I love you Cookie! Even if you do anger me at times. Just please stay inside. Especially when I haven't eaten all day and I'm looking forward to scarfing my salad."

"Hmph, I told you Jake. All you have to do is act like you're sorry after you've pissed her off and she melts every time."

"Thanks Cookie! So when do we make our next run for the door?" asks the orange boy.

"As soon as possible but lets go out at the same time," instructed Cookie.

"Ok! I go right and go left," snickered Jake.

Water, Water

Jake took a swim in Mom's dirty bath water this morning. She was in the outer portion of the bathroom when she heard a ker-plunk and then she saw this orange figure zoom by her. She took a look and found Jake trying to dry himself with his tongue. She offered to towel him dry, but he wouldn't allow her near him. He kept giving her wounded looks as if she had purposefully tricked him into jumping into a draining tub. She had to go into work today, but he was there to greet her when she got home. His furs had dried out by then. Silly, silly brother. I don't go near the tub. He of course plays hockey in there with his pom poms.

We had a scary thing happen at our house. the hose to the hot water on the washing machine burst open. Mom was standing right there when it happened. She feels extremely lucky to have avoided a flood.  She's hoping she can change the hose all by herself without asking my uncle or a plumber for help. It's times like this that she wishes she lived in an apartment. 

What is that?

Tyler: Help! There's an intruder on my blog!

Mom: It's just a cute kitty.

Tyler: Mom, that's not a cat.

Mom: It's not?

Ty: It's a bun. And this is a cat blog.

Mom: It's just a cute bunny. 

Ty: Mom, do you ever listen to me?

Mom: Not too often.

Over the Deep End

I think my mom has gone crazy. The way she told it to me was that she was pulling into the drive-thru Starbucks that she had just found not to far from work when her eyes glanced over a sign for a new taquería opening up. Thinking to herself "Not another taco place," when her eyes continued across the next word on the sign,  "pupusería" her brain started screeching "Ding, ding, ding, JACKPOT!" You see a pupusería is a restaurant that makes pupusas. A pupusa is an El Salvadorean delicacy (it's not delicate at all, but mom insists I use that word. Really it's just a food) that my mom fell in love with six years ago. One of her student's moms would bring her this dish several times a year each time one of her two sons was in her class. Mom looked into finding an El Salvadorean restaurant or even downloaded the recipe for it and the cabbage "curtido" and hot sauce served with it. She never followed through and now she doesn't have to. The silly woman has eight pupusas sitting in our fridge right now. It's as if she was afraid the pupusería would go out of business over night. She bought enough for five meals. Silly, silly woman. 

And did she consider us when placing her order? Not at all! There were pupusas with meat that she could have ordered.  But because she's one of those horrific vegetarians (I'm not lying! I've watched her, never a morsel of meat passes between her lips!), she didn't buy us anything. 

At least she did go back to the store and stock us up on Fancy Feast. Because of that, her bed doesn't need to be "scented".