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The Life of a Princess Pork Chop

Trap Door Chloe Cake

That's what my Daddy calls it when I intentionally yawn. Does any other cat do this?

It is a fake yawn reserved for my purrants to indicate my boredom with them (which really is the EXACT opposite)......I am very interested in all things Mommy and Daddy!

Here is an example: every night after I take my heart pill, Mom treats me to some moist food. And every single time she presents the yummy din din to me, EVERY time...I yawn prior to licking away. I don't eat much, I just lap up the gravy but I pretend that it is no big deal when, in fact...it is a big deal!!

The "trap door" refers to how very very wide I open my mouth! For a little petite girly girl, I have a big ole pie hole!

Things continue to be *crosses paws and tails* healthy for me. Can you believe it? Mom went back in my diary and re-read that tumultuous time in our lives. Edgar reminded us about all the Catster support we had back then (and still do!) and of course, Mom did the waterworks things. Big ole Sissy Mommy!

(I just pork chopped my mousie across the room and now I am going to diva out in front of the Vermont Stove. Another impending blizzard is coming our way starting tomorrow afternoon so I bet I'll have a snow day with Mommy on Wednesday....no school means teachers get to stay home!

*HAPPY TRAP DOOR CHLOE CAKE DANCE*
love you all.....we really really do.

Mother Nature is my Furiend!

*evil snorts and giggles*

Mother Nature foiled the red luggage!! Mother Nature foiled the red luggage!

My purrants had a *pork chop* trip planned for this weekend. For the past 16 years, they have traveled to Ocean City Maryland to party with their besties for Superbowl weekend. They have a tradition of going to their special bar (BJ's on the Water) to listen to Teenage Rust during the afternoon and then back to the house for the game. They even have the nickname with the bar "The Bowlers" AND the bar picks them up and brings them home.....so, yeah....they are regulars!

18-24 inches of snow over the next 24 hours.
Snow emergency....no driving allowed.
HUGE storm means they are not leaving this weekend....not even out of the house.

Snow storm+Vermont stove+mommy= one happy little girl cat. :)

MA!!!!.....He is TOUCHING me!!

Does anyone else have a 30 lb. "little" brother who is a pesterbug??

Once upon a time, I couldn't even tolerate the sight of my baby brother. He was such a torturous little stinker who liked to jump on my back and ride me like a horse in the Kentucky Derby. Over the past 4 1/2 years, he has mellowed (or maybe it is because he has gained 27 lbs!!) Now he just likes to snooze and chow, chow and snooze.

But the thing is....he likes to sleep NEXT to me! Not only that, but his paw has to TOUCH me! See, we have this warm Vermont Stove that we both love to lounge in front of. Also, my fiance Picasso, at the Bridge, sent me a crinkly bed that we both love as well. We both hunker down and refuse to budge. It is all well and good until he stretches out his paw and lands it right on my bumper kit (AKA rear end). I grumble and groan but to no avail. I've given up on the pork chops and the hissing and just let him touch me. Am I getting to be a softie in my old age???? I no longer dole out the pork chops like I used to!!

Mom explained to me that it is his way of letting me know that I am not alone and that he loves me.....so, I guess that is okay!

(right now we are both SNORING...I have my front paws in the air and Fatty has both paws resting on my tail....I wish everycat had the life of Chloe and Harley!)

XXOO