Patches
The Mom picked a bouquet of daffodils yesterday. They are so pretty, all yellow and springified. She got all the cowpies spread and she is now starting to plant. She is always moving things...she plants them one place and then next week, or next year, she moves it somewhere else. Unproductive, if you ask me. The only moving I do is from one chair to another, or from the food bowl to the window. The Furless Ones need to be more observant, they could learn a lot from us!
The Mom was upstairs, I was downstairs, on the chair in the dining room, when I began calling her. At first, she was concerned; was something wrong? She came down and patted my head. I jumped down and purred her a nice melody, letting the sound go really deep in my throat, wrapping around her legs and talking fine, of things important to me. She listened and petted me and talked back in her funny human talk, some words I know, others are a mystery, they make no sense. She bent down and said, "Mittens, you are so sweet." Why didn't she just say, "Mittens, mewowr murp," it means the same thing; but I don't think she grasps the concept of easy language, she prefers it difficult. Edsel agrees with me on that, check out his post for Monday.
For those of you who attended our nap-a-thon in January, this is Billie, the girl who gave us the talk on "How to get the most out of your human without them knowing it". She is our cousin kitty and lives with one of the Mom and Dad's boys up on Sugar Mountain. She is about 8 years old, a real ginger cutey. She has been with the boy since she was a kitten.
mer Jack loaded the Metal Monster truck named Blu with four buckets of rich steer dodo the Mom calls Black Gold. (I call it just plain stinky.) While The Mom was waiting for Farmer Jack to load them, she played with a black and white woofy. She tossed a plastic disk to him and he would jump up in the air and catch it, bringing it back to her, all slobbery. She smelled all dogified, so I huffed away, having nothing to do with her.
The Mom is going to the library place this morning to take a class on taking pictures with her clicky box. Oh, no!!!! Does this mean she will be taking MORE pictures of us than she already does? Does this mean we will be bothered when we are trying to sleep, bothered when we are eating, or playing or meditating with the flashes in the face? Does this mean she has gone mad??? I think I will hide so she can't click away at me.
It is really nice to get our house back to normal. There were toys everywhere and loud strange noises. The Mom and Dad stayed up too late, and ate at strange times. There were people coming and going at all hours. Each night I got under the covers and cuddled the Mom, because I missed her. I am, as Patches will verify, a real skairty cat, and I don't like anyone but them, so I hid, staying in the closet the whole time.
Today we are getting company for a few days, so I am watching for them. The Dad's daughter and the Little Wafer are coming all the way from Winemucca, Nevada, to visit the rest of the family, (2 sons, a daughter, and their families) and have dinner on Easter. Mom is busy cooking and cleaning. She is going to have ham....oh, boy!!!


(Left) Ariel ready to nap.
(Right) Smeagol (behind) & Strider, all tuckered out.
Other kitties who stopped by for the party. (Mom didn't get pictures, sorry.)
Brandi
Meeko and Kiara
Bella and Dolce
Egypt and Dino
Luna
Georgia

(Left) Miles waiting to start lessons.
(Right) Smiley Boy, Derby visits with Patches after lessons.