Yesterday Mom said I was finally growing up and becoming a big boy. Today she says I am her little baby. What’s up with this? Can’t she make up her mind?
Here is what happened, maybe you can explain it to me. It was cold last night, we got a dusting of snow, and I wanted to sleep unner the cobers wif Mom. So I am sleeping, purring and her chin felt like a momma kitty and I started making nursing sounds and my feets started needing. Mom said my claws hurted her and woke me up. So finally I went back to sleep and it was so warm and cozy and her hair was near my mouth and in my sleep I started making nursing sounds again and my feet began to move and again she woke me up saying I was her little baby.
I tell you it is hard to get a good nights sleep with her constantly waking me up!
Hi Everyone, Pluma here. Hope you have had good holidays and are enjoying the new year!
Mom says I am growing up. I will be 7 this month and will have a party Jan. 17th at the Funky Karma Shop. I am not allowed to have cake, (and I wouldn’t eat it anyway) so I will be giving Birthday Cake Incense to everyone who comes in to see me that day.
Yesterday was New Years Day and Mom and Dad had special food to eat. In all of my years I have never eaten people food, even when it was offered to me, I turn up my nose and walk away. I only like my cat crunches, and some treats that Miss Ann brings to the shop. BUT. . . now I LOVE real live fresh dead shrimp! Many of my friends on the Internets have told me they love shrimps but I wouldn’t eat them until this year. Yesterday I ate 3! They were delicious and I want more but Mom says “You have to wait for a special day to have more” I said “Why? I want more right now!”
After dinner and a nap Dad and I played fetch for hours. He can throw the toy to the far end of the house, I like to run fast and slide on the hardwood floor, catch the toy then run real fast back to him so he can throw it again. Mom throws like a girl, not very far and it’s not as much fun.
Hi, long time no see!! We have been busy, with the shop, of course, and with buying a new house. it is a 100-year-old adobe house, large enough, and with a huge yard. A new garden will sprout soon but first there is the moving in process, lots of truck loads of furniture and belongings, curtain hanging, kitchen arranging, and much more.
Although the house is move in ready, for the most part, some projects needed to be accomplished right away.
Like this door on my sun porch, leading to the ‘as yet to be garden’. Pluma says it is creepy, has 100-year-old paint on it and spiders. “Fix it Mom,’ he says.
A good brushing with a broom, one coat of paint,
and cute ceramic heart. We are ready to go out the door!!! Garden here we come.
signed papers on Wednesday. opened front door to the new (to us) annex building next door to our shop.
First things first, Pluma has to give his approval!
Then we get to celebrate. for a few minutes before all the hard work begins!
So my friends, I think that I better let you know what has been going on in my life. I have learned a new skill…I found out that if I bang on the sliding screen door many times, with a few mumbled magickal ‘meows’ too, the lock will pop off and I can use my claws to open the door and go out. Now, you all know that I am allowed out when Mommy and Dad are out too and I have learned to stay in the yard. But sometimes I want out when they won’t go with me so it was a good skill to learn.
On Friday I saw a neighborhood cat slink up to my catnip plantation for his daily nibble: usually I am content to watch him thru the window but that day I decided to put my new skill to use and confront him face to face. I did. He wasn’t as nice as I thought he should be, especially as I have shared my catnip with him all summer. He scratched me! I wasn’t afraid, I hissed and growled and chased him out of the yard then went back to the door where Mom had come to see what all the commotion was about. She wanted to coddle me, and medicate my injury but I wasn’t having any of that baby stuff. I was the winner! I was strong and had to be on guard in case that rotten catnip thief came back. I paced by the door, now with the glass closed to prevent more going out alone and swished my tail rapidly, back and forth.
It wasn’t for a couple of hours, until something Mom calls ‘adrenalin’ had run out, that I let her clean my head and then I cried. It hurt, I was bleeding to death! Mommy help me! She said it was a good thing I had my shots. I said I don’t know why, shots didn’t help me fight the thief, it was my own bravery that won the day.
She cuddled me, until I fell asleep.
Pluma says, ‘Here is a good view of Moms garden, without me in it. don’t know how she got that picture cause I am in all pictures, it is written in my contract!
Pluma says, “Are you a cat?”
Ducky says, “Are you a duck?”
Have you noticed that I haven’t been at work lately? It is because I, PlumaBlanca, have a new duck sister, DuckyBlanca, and I have to snoopervise her. At first Mom and Dad put her in MY CATNIP GARDEN!!!!!!! And she started eating my catnip. I was upset but Dad made Ducky a new pen and she likes it, and swims in her pool, makes eggs for Mom’s breakfast, and eats her own foods, not my catnip. We are friends now.