Mine Mom said, because spring is something we are all hoping for, she would bring spring into the house, while we wait for it to appear. She went to the big sale place and bought primroses in red, purple and yellow. She put them in baskets on the kitchen counter, behind the sink, so when she does the dishes she can see them. Later on, she will plant them in the ground. They smell furry nice and give us some spring cheer. She has to put all plants up though, bacause Mittens eats anything green.
Mittens in hiding
Mine Mom's sister-in-law made this quilt for her. She hand stitched the whole thing, and it took her a year to make. Mom is pretty proud of it, I am surprised she lets us sleep on it! It is called the log cabin pattern, because in the center of the quilt is a log cabin, like our cabin in the Big Piney Woods.
Patches
The other day I wrote about Spring. Mom said it was right around the corner, so I told Mistrie. Now, she too, is looking for it, around every corner, every tree, every bush. She checked really good in the woodshed, where she sleeps, and even went out to the big shed where Dad stores the machine that chews up grass and the water rider Mom calls a boat. She reports so far, no luck spotting it. She said she would keep an eye out, along with watching for birds, mice, blowing leaves, coyotes, peoples, bugs, in fact anything moving that she might chase and catch/eat. She hopes it won't be too long, she is sick of winters .
Do you see her, Mittens?
Here she is!
Mistrie wants to thank all of you for the wonderful Haiku poetry you wrote her. She says she is fine, and maybe, someday she will come inside. The weather has warmed up and she is happy.
Patches
I am patiently waiting for spring. Mine Mom says it is "right around the corner," so, I looked in all the corners, but couldn't find it. I told her this, and she said, "Oh, Patches, that is just a saying." ......... I know... YOU said it, Mom!!! Now I am so confused, and to top it off, she said the groundhog did not see his shadow in A State Of Winter, so there won't be 6 more weeks of winter like in the States of the East. So, how many more weeks before spring has sprung, another of Mom's famous statements. And if spring is going to sprung, how will it do that? So....I sit here waiting for spring.......and if/when it sprungs, will I know it.....will I hear it....will I see it... will I smell it??
Mine mom says mine Dad is tired; and, guess what.... he gets paid to be 'tired. He has time to spend with us girls now, and give us more hugs, kisses, and Dad loves (them is different than Mom loves, cuz her loves on us even when we want to leave and do kitty things.) Mom is going to be 'tired starting in March and she is going to get paid, too! Wonder if us kitties will get paid when we get 'tired. We work hard, endlessly, to keep things in tip-top shape, and we don't get no week-ends off, or holidays either. I'm tired!!!
Mine Mom love candles. She has a Christmas candle she is still burning and it went sideways as it burned so she put it on the hearth of the hot metal fire box we use to heat the cabin when it is cold. Being the nosey kitty I am, I had to go over and sniff. She told me "NO," really loud, and said I would burn my whiskers off! She put it up so I wouldn't be tempted to sniff it and burn something like my little nose or whiskers, which I really need. I liked looking at the flame though; Makes me very drowsy. She told me, "fire has it's place." Guess fire can be a good thing or a bad thing.
Mine Mom says last night was the full moon. She says that is why I just won't settle down. I jumpy on the bed over and over, walk on the purrsons, cooing and making night noises.
Fairies...........I must wait and see what they want. I see them in mine eyes, with green and blue silken dresses and pointy feets. They hum fairy tunes to me to put me to sleep. I must try and stay awake..........
Mine Mom says I have whiskers that remind her of a walrus. What do you think?
Mittens
So many kitty blogs have been talking about Rainbow Bridge and the "cat who came before." Here am a picher of mine Mom and her very first gray boy, Mimi. He lived to be 12, quite old back in the olden days, when kitties wandered high and low and had all their private parts intact, which made them fight and yowl.( This picher was taken in Minnesota in her parent's yard.)
