I dug my hind claw deep into Momma's leg today. I was on her lap working on our blog and started to slip; what is a girl to do? She yelled, "OUCH," really loud. They are so thin skinned. I purred nice to her, though, and she doesn't seem mad or anything. You can see how sweet I am, also notice the tatoo under my chin.
Yes, I put The Squirt in her place. She followed me upstairs onto the big napping place. She made the mistake of laying on her back and batting at me. I got on top of her, giving her a good what for and screamed my blood curdling yowl. She ran away and now her and Mittens are comparing notes on how vishus I can be, and how they better watch out when I get crabilated. 
and a soak in the sun. She wintered well, but is glad it's spring! She flies around the yard, playing with leaves and bugs, watches the ducks and geese on the pond, visits with the fairies and snoozes in her bed on the deck.
~CalicoMom Toni~
It isn't enough we have real live vishus moose in our yard, Momma had to buy a rug that has pichers of them on it. Maybe it is because she is forgetful and needs help remembering what they look like. 
Momma got an email that said someone had sent her a card and to click on the link. She thought someone was sending her an Easter greeting, but they were sending her a Trojan Horse (is that like a vishus deer?) She said, luckily (she is too trusting) when she clicked on the link it said it had gone over it's allotted amount, and to come back later; I guess lots of people thought the same thing. She got to checking and found out what it was, did two virus scans and everything is OK. I am glad she doesn't have a virus or a horse in her computer. She says be careful about email cards, they look legitimate. She isn't going to open them anymore and she said it is a sad state of affairs.
I went upstairs in the furless ones napping place, where Patches and Mittens were, of course, napping. First I stalked Mitten's moving tail. She just laid there and growled and moaned, no fun. Patches tail was twitching so I went after it. She ran downstairs all crabilated and buttified. You would think they would learn to keep their tails still, a moving tail is a target for a little tiny girl like me. Oh, and that is the biggest nappy place I have efurr seen.
I was tagged by Willow and Beezie. Sorry this is so late, those Meezer babies took a lot of watching. I was the main kitty sitter, Momma kind of fell down on the job and Patches napped way too much. And then Mittens, of course, stayed upstairs the whole time. I did learn from them that you can climb the cat tree in two jumps, though!!
Five reasons why I blog:
1. I have so much to tell, and nobody else is really interested except other cat bloggers.
2. Gives me a chance to ask Momma lotsa questions, like how do you spell asplore and basgetti.
3. Gives me a chance to sit on Momma's lap, cuz she says windows go flying when I do things by myself.
4. I can keep in touch with 4 zillion other kitties.
5. Because I can.........
I am not tagging anyone, I think everyone has been tagged, but if not, go ahead and give it a try.
~Precious Flower~
Waiting patiently
I think I hear them! Quick, get in the carrier...
Hi, Momma and Daddy, we are ready to go home!
Come on, let's explore.
Back to killing the roni.
Bonnie Big-Eyes: Molly, are you lonesome for Momma and Daddy, I am kind of homesick for them and the woofie, Princess.
Molly Mew: Yeah, but they are coming today or tomorrow to take us home.
No, but come look. There is another one of us over here!
GrandmaToni says it is a meeror. Is that like another meezer?
Yes, this roni IS fun! GrandmaToni is sending some home with us.
She also put some miceys in a sack!!
CalicoMom here with an update: The Meezer have settled in, but they like to climb up inside the recliners, go behind tiny places, and in general disappear, so it is supervised play when they are out of the bathroom. Patches hides up in Mitten's closet, and Precious goes upstairs, too. I am quite surprised. They are leaving on Monday, sometime, so I am not going to push any further contact.
