Happy Mother's Day, I love you

I don't know what possessed me. It's a beautiful May morning, the birds are singing, the sun is shining, everything screams to me "I need to be outside." But I saw mom sitting on her chair, drinking her coffee, contemplating which overwhelming task she is going to tackle today. She thought about working on the kitchen flooring, or cutting down some out-of-control blackberries. "Maybe I can do both today if I time it right," I saw her thinking. Well, I suppose I had a moment to reflect on someone other than me, and I was moved. Mom has gone through so much lately, she lost Zane in February, now Foxie is getting real sick, and she is going through a divorce. She works 10 hour days to keep me fed well, and is working real hard to clean up the house and yard. She has been so busy, the least I could do is stop and say "hi." Then it suddenly occured to me that it is Mother's Day weekend. Ok mom, move your coffee cup! I'm coming up! She was a bit taken aback, as the fragrance of dirt wafted to her senses. I adamantly licked her face with my sandpaper tongue and may have produced a slight concussion with the exuberance of my headbutts. I sometimes don't know my own strength. She scratched up and down my spine and my tongue made it's appearance, hanging out like Harry Potter's wand. I flopped over, stretching over mom's lap and up her arm with my head on her shoulder, arms across her chest kneading the other shoulder. Yes, I am enormous, but I will not allow that to handicap me out of a good lap rub down. She had red hair flying and scratched my chin so vibrantly that my head went back, mouth gaping open. My purring had reached the point where a high pitched squeak was accompanying it. She smiled at me, my arm still extended across her chest because a nail was attached and and hanging from her shirt, me sprawled out with my tongue sticking out like a drunken sailor. She resumed drinking her coffee and looking at me like I was the best thing since dried catnip. I love this lady because she chose to be my mom and she always makes time for me even when she has no time to spare. And I don't even have to question if she loves me, I know it. Happy Mother's Day, I love you.

A birthday like no other

Yesterday was my birthday, and I am 3 years old. Mom worked a long day and came home to see me, her birthday boy, lounging in the evening sun. I had also worked a long day. Pest Management takes alot out of a guy. She told me I had grown into a handsome boy, and I believe she is right. I don't play with toys, but she did have treats for me! And lots of attention. Then she came here, and found all the wonderful treats my fur friends had left me! Moose brought me a cake in the OKR Ginger lounge, and Uboo had grilled me some steak and shrimp in the MCAW Hard Hat lounge! Talk about a guy having the bestest friends in the world! I need to thank my most wonderful friend Friday, for making me a birthday picture for my page! Thank you Bratsky and Jezebel & Charlie for sending birthday wishes by pawmail. Thanks to my beautiful friend Samhain for giving me a special birthday cake! And for the rosette prezzies - thank you to: Platelicker & family; Uboo; Nala Sue (Angel); Ernie; Moose; Big Harry & family; Milo Blue Eyes & family; Rhed; Simon & Reuben; Norman & family; Jax & family; Friday & family; and The Bush family (of whom Tiger Edward and Boss Hogg also shared my special birthday). All my wonderful friends made this the best birthday ever. Thank you, love to you all!

SPRING TAG!

I have been tagged by my good friend Jax! To play tag, you need to copy my diary and then change the answers, then tag 5 more friends!
Five Things I Like About Spring:
1. Longer days mean staying out longer!
2. The trees are sprouting, which makes for more adventurous climbing expeditions.
3. Luxurious sunshine naps.
4. Human gardening provides nice fresh dirt to roll in.
5. More hunting time!
I am tagging:
Platelicker
Tuffy
Bailey
Tiger Edward Bush
Moose Dreaboat #102b

It's St. Paddy's Day, where's the rainbow?

I was up all night last night with my night vision goggles, scoping out leprechauns. It rained yesterday, but there was no sun in sight, so a rainbow was no where to be found. I'm on the trail of a pot of gold. I believe I'm Irish because you don't just GET red hair. This makes me privvy to any leprechaun activity in these parts. So far, the leprechaun community has been elusive. I enlisted the aid of my brothers, Jacks and Mortimer. This did not fair well. Jacks yowled out a performance of Danny Boy at precisely 200 hours in the hallway of the home, and Mortimer complained of fatigue and went to bed with his human. I was a one-mancat operation. Reeling from last nights failed attempt, I had a quick brawl infront of the entertainment stand after a hearty breakfast. By the way, thank you for the large portion of canned food this morning, mom. It didn't go unnoticed. I'm headed out for attempt #2. Equipped with a metal detector and shovel, I'm prepared for a grueling St. Patrick's Day hunt for gold. Their is no rain today, hence I am handicapped by lack of a rainbow. If I am successful in my endeavor, I will see you all on the 5 o'clock news. Top o'the morning to you.

Friends are the best part of life

My mom had a long day of work today, 10 hour shift actually. She was tired. She fed the doggies, and put something in the oven for her dinner. She's been kinda stressed and down lately, we lost one of our fur members last month to the Bridge. I gave her a nice meow greeting, and she scratched me on the head. I love it when she scratches me, so I let her know how happy I was by circling her and purring really loud. She sat down and saw on the computer that she had catmail waiting from my dear friend, Bailey. Out of the kindness of her heart, Bailey just wanted to say hi and give me a picture that she made me. It wasn't my birthday. I didn't win any special awards for any achievements. Bailey took time out of her day to make something and give it to me JUST BECAUSE. My mom was so happy. Random acts of kindness make all the difference, she told me. "You are so lucky to have wonderful friends that think of you, Percy," she said. Having good friends makes all the difference in the world. With all the head and chin scratching, I was drooling at this point. Although, I couldn't agree more with her. Thank you, Bailey, for giving me such a wonderful picture. You are quite a special friend.

Christmas Miracles of good friends

My mom went to something called a Christmas party for her workplace, but she didn't leave at 6:30 in the morning dressed in pajama things called smocks like she usually does. She left in the evening and wore nice clothes, and she didn't come home smelling like other kitties and dogs. She came home late, but she was so excited! I've never seen her like this before. One of her good friends, a veterinarian she works with, gave her an unexpected gift. They were going to go see Mom's favorite author speak back in April. Mom couldn't go, and it just about killed her. Mom thinks he is a literary god. Anyways, her friend gave her a copy of his latest book last night, and it was inscribed personally to her and signed by him!!! Mom's friend kept it since April and surprised her with it last night. It was the greatest gift ever, in the history of gifts. My mom is so happy, she can't even put it into words. She has some very wonderful friends that she is moved by. My mom works so hard to take care of everyone, it makes me happy to see her so touched! And by the way, she got us stockings yesterday, and I'm pretty sure I'm not on the naughty list this year!

Black Friday

It's the day after Thanksgiving. I have lots to be thankful for like a forever home, parents that love and adore me, my health, my beautiful long hair, things like that. The humans are staying home this Black Friday. It's rainy and nasty outside, and they don't want to deal with crowds. They are building a fire and hanging Christmas lights around the living room. The lights have caught my attention. The string is moving and dangling. I inch forward. Tail begins to twitch. Up and down it dangles, sparkling red and white lights. I lift my paw. The human moves her hand. Again, I lift my paw, slightly missing. This intrigues me. I lift my paw and touch it. "Percy!" says the human girl. Tail still twitching. I feel a hand. The human boy picks me up. "Do you want the Christmas lights," he says before kissing my head. I straighten my front legs and look behind me. Mom is there. She moves towards me and scratches my head. "Why are you so handsome?" she says. Because I was born gifted. How does she not know this? The doberman tries to enter the exchange of affection and rub his head into mom's hand. She pats him and I jump down. The lights are no longer dangling. But the fire is flickering and crackling, perfect for a nap. Sometimes the best times are when there is nothing but togetherness. Our Black Friday was priceless.

October Classic

I know of October's majestic show, put on by Mother Nature. Her bright orange pumpkins, colorful leaves of reds and yellows, and her Harvest Moon. But, the humans are enjoying a show of their own. I am basking in the warmth of the fire, laying on the back of the couch, while the humans watch the baseball playoffs. I have to admit it is warm and cozy in here as the cold rain hits the windows. The dogs are laying around mom, Lily is batting a frantic moth circling the lampshade, and mom is watching the Giants win game 7. A downpour began in the ninth inning in San Francisco, fans going wild, and I am yawning with sheer contentment. The fire is crackling, shining orange hues, the Giants are rushing the field in celebration, and the humans are smiling. Life is pretty good right now. And, there's more, there is a World Series in 2 nights. Then, Halloween. I think October has become my new favorite time of the year.

Congratulations to my brother

I just want to holler out a loud, "Congratulations!" to my dog brother, Zane. He is Dogster Diary of the Day!!! I know he is a dog, we cats are strong enough to overlook his faults. Please run over to dogster and take a look, although he is handsome, he is not as breathtaking as me. It's a burden I live with. Also, I have become an administrator in Orange kitties ROCK!!! I'm very happy to be a part of such a great group of cats. Thanks to everyone who has given me and my family gifts! I appreciate every one of you, my friends!

Shedding...

It's Friday. Mom has a day off and all the dogs are basking in "Mom time". This occurs in the quiet of the morning when she sits on the couch and drinks her coffee. I decided that I wanted my own mom time, so I walked up to her and stared intensely with my amber eyes. "Come on," she said. I jumped up and started purring loudly. The pomeranian on her lap didn't like what was transpiring. I put my head against her arm and she scratched me. All of this red hair started wafting around me. "Oh my gosh, you're shedding like crazy," she said. The red hair, I discovered, belonged to me. Mom really started intensely petting me. The pomeranian couldn't take it and moved over, giving mom a look of betrayal. Red hair started floating everywhere, like steam from boiling water. I could hardly contain myself! I did not know grooming could feel this good. My tongue was hanging out, hair was in my whiskers, hair was in mom's eyebrows, it was everywhere. It was a frenzy. All good things come to an end, as did this, but I felt so much better. As for mom covered in hair, I don't think she shared my feelings. But, the pomeranian got his place back, mom resumed her coffee ritual, so I think we all got something special this morning.