Oops! I was pretty bad today.

But not my fault.
I was on Mom's lap, early in the morning, and something spooked me. I really clawed up Mom's lap with my back claws as I took off! I'm still kind of feral, I guess. Mom has no idea what freaked me, but I heard a noise.
After Mom dressed her wounds, she forgave me. I used so much force in leaping from her lap, that not only did I claw her, but I even bruised her!
Later, I tried to get back on her lap, she didn't let me. She got up and did some chores around the house instead and left the chair to me.
I did hear her say that maybe after a week without her, I might appreciate her more? I guess that statement has to do with her and Lobo leaving us for a week.
I do appreciate her! When I freak like that, it is just feral instinct.
Mom has an irrational fear of some things, so she understands.

Birdie Rescue

We were sleeping on the couch and minding our own business, as usual, when BOOM! A birdie hit our window! Right above us!
Mom went out and saw the poor little thing not looking too good on our front lawn. She ran and got a shoe box and some rags, then ran back out there just before, the kitties that have been using our front yard as their litter box, got to the bird. She put it in the box and brought it in the house and put it in a warm spot, out of our reach.
About a half hour later, she took the box onto the deck (she let us watch) and opened the box. She wasn't sure if the birdie would be dead or alive. (She did take video, so maybe a Youtuber will follow.) The birdie looked better and flew over to where this picture was taken.

Little Birdie

It rested some more, in safety, then flew away!!!

As far as I am concerned, the more birdies - the better!

The Doppleganger

Mom came home from work, in the dark. She was distracted by many things including her nephew being gravely ill. As she drove into our carport, she saw a kitty on the doorstep. It was dark, but not too dark to see that it appeared to be me!
Her heart started thumping as she thought that I may have snuck out ten hours earlier, been out all evening, and was now patiently waiting to be let in. She approached carefully, fearing I would spook and run. But nope, as she bent over to pet this kitty, she leaned into the pet and seemed perfectly content. Then, as all cats do, as she stroked her, she stood up. Then Mom ran her hand down her back and up her tail, and there was no twist on her tail. The friendly little kitty looked EXACTLY like me! except for that. White bib, white tips on feet, eyes, feel of her fur, the way she leaned into Mom's hand for pets, etc. Mom was very thankful that I was still safe in the house. She gave this kitty extra pets and loving before she came in to tend to us. Phew! So, I have an almost identical twin living in the neighbourhood. Though, I'm sure this kitty isn't even one year old! I guess that means I look young?

Meows of thanks ...

I just want to thank everyone who has given me one of those cakes. We tried to thank everyone personally, but we just cannot keep track! The cakes don't stay in the same order when we go to my page. So we cannot just go down the line and respond to each one. We would end up missing some and thanking some twice! Anyhow, thank you to all my friends and know that it was appreciated.

I'm so very honoured!

I just found out that I am TKC's Cat of the Week!
Thank you Twix for the beautiful flowers and telling me about it.
Mom is petting me right now and brought out my new toy for me to play with.

The New Toy

Yesterday, Mom bought us a new toy. It is a little stuffed animal filled with catnip. It also makes crinkle sounds when you squeeze it. She gave it to me and I love it! I would throw it really high in the air. Almost to the ceiling! I played with it until I was tired, then I let Kitcat play with it. Well, she had it for only two minutes before she started to wreck it. She is really rough with toys. She was doing her best to rip it apart with her teeth. By the time Mom noticed, she had almost decapitated it. Mom didn't want to spoil her fun, but she wanted the toy to last a little longer, so she took it away from Kitcat. She put it in a cupboard to dry and just sewed it up this morning and I got to play with it some more. In fact, I was in Mom's way while she was trying to finish the repairs.

I agree with Kitcat ...

I HATE IT when Mom writes in my diary ... Here she goes again:

I was trying very hard to get some sleep before a very stressful day at work. Squirrel started attempting to wake me up early, around 4am, by attacking my feet. I shooed her away with the threat of the water pistol. About an hour later, I heard her running like a crazy fool. She came flying up the basement stairs, ran all over the house, over my bed, up on my dresser, then back throughout the house again. By this time, Kitcat cautiously joined her. There was more running and a bit of hissing going on. Eventually, Kitcat came back to bed and Squirrel came too and they both settled down. By then, I couldn't get back to sleep, so I got up. I hadn't turned lights on yet but saw something on the floor right at the bathroom door. It looked like a big beetle at first glance. I turned on a light and still couldn't tell what it was. So I put on my eyeglasses and saw that it was a cat turd with some grassing coming out of it. It was then that Squirrel's crazy race throughout the house made sense. She was trying to out run her cling-on. The cling-on she got from eating grass earlier in the day.
Mom

Now my turn ... See why we don't like it when Mom writes in our diaries? How about a bidet for us? Or at least TP? How would she like it if she had poop chasing her around the house?
Squirrel

Why Does Mom Have to Wash Oil Off Our Window?

Mom and I were chilling by our computer. I was sitting by her right hand and crowding her computer mouse. I suddenly looked up towards the window. She thought that maybe I spotted a hummingbird at our feeder! We've only seen one so far this spring. Then she heard a sound that put her into panic ... the sound of a wasp. She almost knocked over her computer while jumping to her feet. Sure enough, there was a huge wasp inside our house! It had buzzed up right behind her head when she was still sitting at the computer. It was now buzzing at our window. I was going in for a closer look when she pulled me away and yelled NO! (I got stung by one a few years ago and it hurt like crazy.) She was hoping I would remember that and stay away from it while she went for something to kill it with. I was still curious so Mom really yelled at me and pulled me back. She was acting so strange that Kitcat woke from a deep sleep to see what was going on! Mom rolled up some newspaper and was going to squash it with that. But she was afraid to miss and just make it angry. So, she ran for a can of W-40 and just prayed that us kitties would leave it alone while she got her wasp killing supplies. She needn't have worried as Kitcat and I hid under a chair as Mom was behaving so strangely. (She has a phobia about wasps.) Anyhow, Mom came back to the window and sprayed the wasp with WD-40. The oil coats its wings and it drops and cannot fly. Then she went crazy smashing it with the rolled up newspaper. It did take several swings to kill it. So she was glad she chose the oil method before just swinging at it with the newspaper. I heard her mumble something about it being one of the only times she misses her ex-husband. He dealt with bugs for her.
Anyhow, so now she has to clean up all the WD-40 oil from the window, the wall, and other parts of our kitchen breakfast nook/computer table.
Wish we could run a video camera as you should have seen her!!! Talk about freaking out!
Kitcat & I are just going to give her some space for a little while.

AGAIN!

Mom came home from work real tired and not counting on taking me for my leash walk this late in the day. But, I was super cute so she relented. Once leashed up, she opened the door and that INTRUDER CAT was in our front bushes!!! It went hightailing out of there. Of course, I growled real loud before getting back to my business and eating grass. Hrumph. What does a girl have to do to keep intruders out of her yard???

Get Off My Property!!!

Mom warned us that for the next 3 days, we will be on our own. She has to work overtime. But, for today, we got up early (so Mom could get used to really early mornings) and were just chilling at our picture window. Sun wasn't even up yet. Then, I saw it. An intruder! A young tabby cat, in MY yard, and pooping in it!!! I ran from window to window to try and get a better look at it. Mom went to the picture window and saw what I was all upset about. She banged on the window and the cat looked up. I growled so loud and menacingly that the young cat heard me, even through our double paned windows, spotted me, and then ran full tilt away from our house and down the block. Hrumph. I sure showed that trespasser! Mom said it was really cute. How dare she?