Our Cartoon Was Based on a True Story

We just posted this cartoon for our cartoon group:
Door To Door Salesmen Cartoon
The cartoon was based on a true story. Mom took me for my leash walk last Saturday. There were 2 door to door sales people coming towards us and they laughed and commented on Mom walking "a cat" on a leash and how cute it was. They were still about 50 feet away. Mom said, "Careful, don't spook her, she is feral." Much to Mom's surprise, they respectfully stopped in their tracks and left a pamphlet on our driveway so as not to "spook" me! That was very nice of them to respect me that way. And Mom was thankful to have avoided a big long sales pitch! So it was sort of a true story! Mom gave me extra pets and thanked me for being me!

Look Mom!

We were out in the cat run, longer than usual. Mom came to check on us and I pointed to her that there was a little chickadee just above me! It looked like it might be looking for a home! So, Mom got out her tools and quickly made up what she hopes might work as a bird house for a chickadee. Let us cross our paws and hope the little bird makes a nest there. They eat bugs, are polite, are cute and tiny, and make nice sounds. It won't be in any danger from us as we have a chicken wire top to our cat run.

Bleck!

Mom came home from work and made something to eat ... for her! I was starving so begged for what I thought was turkey. It smelled like turkey (which I haven't had since Mom got divorced 7 years ago). Well, it was tofu!!! Tofurkey!!! Yuck! Mom was surprised when I came for 4 more pieces. I guess it wasn't that bad after all. Kitcat wasn't interested.

A Nice Monday

Mom worked on the weekend but that turned into a good thing. At her workplace, sitting by the dumpster, was the couch from the staff room. It is in really good condition. Mom asked if she could have it. They said "Yes, please take it!" and helped her load it in her truck. Good timing as it started to rain only minutes later. So, this morning has been fun as Mom has been moving furniture around to make room for it. Now she is trying to figure out how to bring it up stairs and into our livingroom by herself! We can hardly wait to get our claws into it. Mom said that is why she wanted it. It won't be the end of the world if we wreck it as it was free! We will get pictures of it if Mom ever figures out how to get it into our livingroom. Anyhow, right now we are running around the moved stuff and having a great old time with this new, temporary obstacle course. And, the squirrel that almost made a home in our attic is out on our deck for our viewing pleasure. It is a great day.

Plan Gone Wrong

The plan was that I would celebrate my birthday later, due to Mom working all day on my birthday. We sort of did celebrate the next day but not enough, I think. In fact, I got nothin'! I didn't even get the white mouse. Mom got too involved with her Canuck game. She was on the edge of my chair while they came back from 2-0 to beat the Avalanche 4-2.
Anyhow, today, just now, she said, "Happy Birthday Squirrel!". Guess what my big present was? A completely clean and unsoiled litter box. I'm thinking, well that is sort of nice, but isn't this more of a gift to my Mom's sensitive nose than to my nose? Which is totally accustomed to Kitcat's stink? What kind of a present is that? It will take Kitcat one minute to ruin it.
So, I would like for my friends to vote on this...
Vote Yes, if you think it is a good birthday gift.
Vote No, if you think it stinks as a birthday gift.
Vote Undecided, if you are not sure about this as a gift for my 8th birthday.

I sure kept Mom busy!

Mom started out yesterday quickly realizing that she was going to have a hard time keeping up with all the pmails and gifts Lucky & I were getting for our birthday. Plus she had a long day of work ahead. So, she did a smart thing ... she decided to celebrate my birthday today!
Today I did get 2 leash walks, plenty of treats, and - just now - she let me have the easy chair and even turned it so I would get more sun from the picture window. And there is plenty of time left in the day. (I heard she is keeping a brand new white toy mousie for me for tonight.)
I want to thank the dozens of you who sent us birthday messages and gifts. You truly made us feel special and loved.
And we also have to mention our friend Hazel Lucy who had to go to the bridge today. We are very sad for her Mommy who is going to miss her so much.

My mommy wanted to say: Bless you Julie for having the courage to do what was right for your girl. You kept your promise. Hazel Lucy is blessed to have you as her best friend.

The Easy Chair

There is a special chair in our house. It doesn't look very special. It is really old and threadbare. Everyone that sees it says it belongs in the dump. But, it is special because it is comfy and Mom always sits in it to watch TV. When the sun shines through our picture window, it becomes the most desirable spot in the house. But, when Mom is home, she is sometimes in it when I want it. So, this is how I work the plan - the plan of getting the chair to myself :

I am a smart kitty. I hang around and pretend I really love Mom and want to cuddle with her while she watches TV. So, I get on her lap and start kneading with my super sharp claws. I know just where the top of her pants are and the bottom of her bra. I aim for that spot where there is just a very thin T-shirt between her soft belly and my sharp claws. After doing that for a while, if she doesn't leave the chair, I pretend to settle on her lap. What I really want is the chair to myself, after she warmed it up. Yesterday, I got tired of waiting for her to have to get up and do something so I got up on the arm rest and looked her in the eye and meowed at her. That didn't work so I put my paw behind her shoulder and pulled at her! She took the hint and got up and watched as I quickly took possession of the chair. I think she is onto my tricks now but let me have the chair anyway and went off to do something else.
Then, today, I did all of the same tricks and got the chair. But, not according to my plan was Kitcat. She noticed the special chair in the sun that I had acquired through cunning and intelligent means. She decided it looked like a good place to be and bullied her way onto the chair with me so now I have to share it with her. Not only that, I had to groom the stinky girl.

You have got to have a Watchcat to keep you safe!

I asked politely, to go out for my leash walk. Mom said, "Are you sure? It is way below freezing out there right now." I said, "The sun is strong and warming the front of the house. And, I have not done my security patrol in a while. Let us go." So, she put my harness on and out we went. It was kind of warm as the sun was strong and reflecting off of our house. I walked along the front and then continued on past the side. I hadn't done that all winter as the snow had been too deep. Now, there were some bare patches for me to walk on due to earlier nice weather. I growled as I scented trouble. Then I sniffed at an object and looked at Mom and said, "Hey, maybe this is important?" She got down and looked and saw it was our security camera! The wind from Friday, had blown it down. She said, "Good kitty Squirrel! Thank you for finding that and showing it to me." She put it in her pocket and will see if it still works later. But first, I had to finish my patrol. Which I did and I am now licking my toes as they got a bit dirty and cold. Lobo is supposed to be our guard dog. Poor boy is getting old and losing his edge. I guess it is all up to me to keep us safe.

Thank you all my wonderful friends!

For all your concats and gifts on the occasion of my diary pick.
I have such wonderful friends. We are so happy! Mom loves her new mattress. I like it too but still find it most comfortable to sleep on top of Mom! Kitcat brought Mom a bed warming present last night. A toy mouse.
Mom had to work a long day today so we are just catching up on this great news of me being diary pick. She said that all she could think of while she was at work today was getting back to us and the new comfy bed.
Lucky for sure was the boxspring shredder. Kitcat & I have our moments but nothing like Lucky. I think I saw Mom place a water squirter next to her reading lamp.

What the ...

I was minding my own business, lounging on the back of the futon and looking at birdies, when Mom snatched me up and put me in the spare bedroom and closed the door. Moments later, she opened the door. I thought she had come to her senses and was letting me out! But NO! She shoved Kitcat right in my face and closed the door on both of us! We then heard all kinds of commotion. Men's voices. Heavy boots coming up and down our entryway stairs. We could smell the cold fresh air from the front door being left open. We heard plastic bags being rustled. Interesting. What seemed like hours was only ten minutes and then the front door closed with a final thud. Mom let us out. I remained in the spare room as I have wisdom and am cautious. Kitcat rushed right out to see what she could see. Eventually, I followed and we discovered the reason for all of this excitement. We got a new mattress & boxspring!!! We immediately inspected it and Mom gave us the evil eye and said, "You two had better not shred this one!" Whatever. I hope the new mattress is as comfortable as the old one.