A Celebration

The Mom worked for two days on our blog, getting it just so. We helped a lot, and she said because we were so good, we could have a party. A friend of Mom's, Martha, and her cat, Wyoming, (pictured) are already here. In fact, Martha blew up a bunch of balloons, and made some surprise treats. We are going to have a dance, so wear your dancing toes. There will be refreshments; fish, ham morsels, and shredded beef, served on crackers, kitty lickin good punch, and catnip tidbits. There will be lots of places to nap between dances. It will be a good time to give us input on the catolympics, and we can show you where the events will be held. Looking forward to seeing all our friends.

The party is starting at noon Eastern time, but you can teleport on over anytime today (Sunday.)

Patches & Mittens

Face Lift

The Mom has decided she is going to get a facelift. Oh, no sorry, our blog needs a facelift.
She has been working on it for days now, and hopes to have it ready tomorrow. So, be on the lookout for our "new look." Oh, and she says I have to share it more with Mittens, so her picture and my picture will be on the profile photo.

Patches

Happy Toes

When I purr and make biscuits in the air, Mom says I have happy toes.

Last summer, Mom fed the neighbor's five outside kitties when they took a trip to Alaska. They were all cats that were dropped off, so they were pretty wild, but Mom did make friends with one she named Biscuit. Biscuit would "make biscuits" as she walked toward Mom, and made them the whole time she ate. Mom said she has really happy toes!

Patches

Ode To Spring

Spring arrived today
The sun is high above
Days are longer now
I hear a morning dove.

Spring arrived today
The geese are on their nests
I hear a robin's song
As the sun sets in the west.

Spring arrived today
Our Mom says it is so
The sun is warm upon the soil
As green things start to grow.

~Mittens~

The Hokey Pokey

Edsel is a marvelous dancer, proof positive in the picture we saw of him on his blog. We girls have been practicing a dance The Mom used to do with her cousin, when she was a little wafer, called the Hokey Pokey. Here are some shots of us practicing. The words go something like this:

Put your right paw in,
Put you right paw out,
Put your right paw in,
And you shake it all about,
You do the hokey pokey,
And you turn yourself around,
That's what it's all about.

Repeat with the left paw.

Take a nap.

Here we are doing "put your right paw out."

Nice Quote

The ideal of calm exists in a sitting cat.
Jules Reynard

Spring For Sure

The Mom says it is official, spring has arrived to the Big Piney Woods. All the ice on the pond finished melting yesterday. The geese are nesting, (they should hatch out babies in a month) there are ducks all over looking for nesting spots, the deer are seen daily, and also a moose is hanging around. Mistrie is enjoying the sun and watching all the excitement.

Patches

Lost

Mom said she lost an hour, so I am going to go look for it. I have checked all over downstairs and found nothing that looked like an hour. Is it bigger than a breadbox? Is it animal, vegetable, or mineral? Is it hiding or just lost? Mom says it has something to do with setting the clocks ahead, so I am heading upstairs to check the alarm clock to see if an hour is hiding there.

Mittens

April Fool's Day

Mom said she would just as soon sleep through today. Some persons (no names mentioned) always pull jokes on her, and she has yet to get them back. She says, "wake me when it's over."

Patches

Inspiration

Mia and Ghost said that their inspiration to blog came from Prince Muddy Paws and Timmy. Edsel said his was Max's site.

Mom says her inspiration came after visiting Timmy's site, also.(She doesn't know how she got there, but then, she can't remember where she parks the car.) Anyway, from there she found a lot of other cat blogger's links and went to all of them, decided she was tired of working on her website, and the rest is history. So........how did you get involved in cat blogging? Do you remember whose blog you visited first?

Patches

Pussywillows

Mom and Dad have been spending more and more time outside, combing the lawn with big grooming brushes and using the noisy monsters to help them cut down trees and split wood. This is a sure sign of spring in the Big Piney Woods. They come inside smelling of smoke and tree juice. (Mom calls this sap.) They say every muscle in their bodies hurt, even muscles they didn't know they had. Now, why would someone hurt themselves by overworking like that. They don't do any stretching or meditating before going out, that is one of the problems. They need to take lessons from us.

Mom said one of the bushes they cut down was a pussywillow, so she cut some branches and brought them inside. However, I do not see any cats, or kittens, for that matter, in the branches. All I see is that wooden cat their boy bought in Hawaii.

Patches

I Am Cute, Too!

Patches doesn't have a monopoly on cuteness. I am cute, too. Let me see your "cutest" picture.

Mittens

Hiding

I sit behind the people's chair

Hiding silently aware

I think she looks for me

I lay under the covers here

Knowing that she is very near

I know she looks for me

Up atop my kitty tree

This is a great place to flee

She looks, and looks some more

A cozy little ball I make

Very flat, a round pancake

She looks, and stops, and stares

Way up high in my little perch

While she does her silly search

She calls; I answer not

When and if I want, you see

For her to actually locate me

She will, (but when I choose)

Patches

Income Tax Time

~Patches Words Of Wisdom at Tax Time~

Mine Mom is stewing and cross over something called TAXES. She says you are penalized for trying to better yourself. The more improvements her and Dad make to the cabin, the more they pay, even though it is just improving the yard and upkeep. She claims that isn't the only tax that get her in a bad mood. The one called income tax really gets her feathers in a fluff (I have never seen any of Mom's feathers, I am not sure where they are.) She says they aren't employed anymore, they are 'tired but the government still wants a "piece of them." So, it is getting closer and closer to Income Tax Time, and Mom gets crabby and says something about the damn government. (I think that is a bad word, so I made it small.) I know things will be OK after April 15, they always are, but that is a long way to go......Mom, maybe you could write off our stinky goodness and litter. Maybe you could claim us as your kids! Maybe we are a loophole.....

Outside Adventure

See, how cute, innocent, and kissable I am?

I pulled a fast one on mine Mom the other day. She was busy putting her pots of flowers back outside, (she brings them in at night in case it gets too cold.) She said to me, "Patches, you get back." Of course, I did, I started going into the other room, so she picks up this big pot, opens the door, and ZOOM, I am outside and away!! I moved so fast, I was like a bolt of lightning, a ball of mulit-colored fur. I ran around the house, Mom in hot pursuit. When I got to the back door, (I wasn't all THAT brave) there was a huge pile of cold white stuff that made my tosies all cold and shivery. Mom came just in time, scooped me up, and hugged me tight. She deposited me inside, where I could hear Dad laughing.

See...I am cute, innocent, and kissable..... the picture proves it.

Patches

Practicing

We are getting in shape for the catolympics. Here are a couple shots of us warming up.

Patches strengthens her legs

Mittens practices for body curling

~~I am going out for balance beam and the kitty tree is great to get my legs all toned.

~~Mittens is going out for curling and hair ball hurling. She practices hair ball hurling usually at night, when Mom and Dad are sleeping, so Mom gets a surprise to step in.

~~Mistrie is going to help carry the torch and speed racing. She runs around outside getting herself in tiptop shape.

Thanks to the Meezers, Miles and Sammy, for teleporting here to give us snuggles during our sneezing time. Whatever you did, you fixed us both up. Also, please tell your Mom not to worry about being in the Big Piney Woods for the 'lympics because Mom is going to be there to protect you and all other kitties. One other thing.....we have gotten lots of comments about how you are all practicing! Good job!! Keep it up..

Patches

A Sunny Day

We had a beautiful, warm, sunny day yesterday; the temperature hit 62 degrees. We only know this cuz Mine Mom told us, as we can only see out the windows that things are sure looking springtime like. (We are housebound, Mom says, where we are safe and sound.)

Mom was working outside in a short sleeve shirt, piling wood in the woodshed for next winter, along with Mine Dad. He was bossing her, telling her how to stack the woods, because she stacked them slanting crooked, and Dad said they would tipsy over. Then Mom worked in her flower beds and pruned some trees. It makes me want to take a nap hearing about all they did.

She said Mistrie was sitting on the deck, happy as a clam about all the sunshine. (Photo above.) The day before she got a picture of Mistrie by her newly planted violas. She calls it posing by the posies. She even put this picture on her Idaho Nature Trails Blog. Yup, cats and flowers are sure nature.

Patches

News On Catolympics

Here is the latest from Mine Mom and Beau's Mom on the progress of the catolympics. There are over 60 signed up to compete. We need more participants for tub soccer and commentators for events. Go sign up at Beau's link above. Please check the list HERE to make sure you are registered.

Mom said the balance beam and floor exercises will be done inside the cabin, on the railing that divides the living room from the TV room. Here is a picture of the balance beam we will be using, also you can see a small portion where the floor exercise will take place. The couch will be used to mount the balance beam. (Here I am resting after a practice session.)

The screen door climb will be held on the screen door, back deck; tower climbing will be done on our cat tree in the living room; sumo wrestling, back deck next to the screen door climb competition; and track and field, outside in the Big Piney Woods. Mom is working on the course where a standard catolpymic size track will be made.
Hairball hurling, yowling, curling, high jump, small box fitting, and litter throwing will be held in the arena area, inside the oval, where the track and field event is held. Tub soccer will take place in our downstairs bathroom.

Practice up kitties, this is going to be some competition.

Patches

Violas

Yes, it is spring......Mom bought some violas at the big buying place. Violas and pansies are her favorite flowers because they smell good, bloom a long time through cold and heat, and have cute faces. She planted them in big clay colored plastic pots and put them on the deck (she said she will bring them in at night for a while.) Mittens is checking them out to make sure they are good quality. They passed inspection.

Patches

Ladies Club

Today is the day that Mine Mom is going to have company. She belongs to this ladies club, which she is hosting this month. As you can see, Mittens is on the look-out for early arrivals. Mom has given me strict orders to be polite and act lady-like; of course I will. She says not to jump up on any laps (even though they look soft and inviting,) because some people don't like cats.

What?????

Not like cats!

Mom doesn't know this, but we can tell who they are due to our psychic abilities, and those are the ones I shall target, hehe....... We kitties know that the ones that won't look at us and make eye contact are the ones we need to convert. Purrsonally, I think a sign should be posted out front, "Cat Lovers Only In Our Cabin." Well, they will either love me before it is over, or make a mad dash out the door. (Please don't tell Mom I wrote any of this.)

Update: Whew, they finally all left. They sat on all MY chairs and they talked loud and laughed silly and spilled crumbs (which was OK, cuz I ate them.) They weren't very friendly, even though I walked around all the chairs, scented their legs, while I chirped and looked oh, so cute. One lady was furry nice and she picked me up!!! I barely tolerate Mom picking me up.....what was she thinking of....I am supposed to be admired and adored, from afar, talked to and worshipped, that is what Mom does. Good riddance...now I have all my chairs back.

Patches