Mom's sick

 

Hope you don't mind the photo of my ex-cousin from California. Mom's got an ear infection this week. (By "ex", I mean he "kicked the bucket".)

Sorry I'm Grouchy

 

I thought I'd found the perfect spot to get some uninterrupted sleep! First, Dad tried to give me treats (sausage!?!), then Mom came along when he yelled, "Grab your camera!"

Spookey and Friend

 

Mom won't let me sleep on her appliqued quilts, but my furriend, Spookey (19 pound charmer from California) gets to sleep on his Mom's creations. I really promise to be careful and not pull any threads. Oh, and I'd like a wolf, too. All I've got is 127 foxes.

Weekend Already?

 

Mom's been playing with the special effects again. I want to thank all my friends for saying I am beautiful. Waste not, want not. So I guess I'll eat the stuff in the Purina bag. As Mom says, "Think of all the poor kitties in China....."

Shopping Fun

 

I love it when Mom comes homes with all the shopping bags. I smoosh most of them down, then climb in the rest.

 

Did you see the commercial where the lady says how her cat is the "most beautiful cat in the world" because he eats this food? I asked Mom to buy me some, too, so I can be beautiful!

Lazy Monday

 

Cleaning Up.....

 

.....after squishing a big bug on my window.

Almost the Weekend

 

I like boxes, almost as much as I like fabric.

Pardon My Backside

 

If Huffle can do it, so can I.

Happy Mother's Day

 

Mom got this box on Saturday, filled with flowers. She took out the flowers, and I asked if I could have the box. I can really stretch in it.(It came from a big brother I have never met.)

Floofy Friday

Here I am protecting some of Mom's patterns. Tober, the library cat, thinks I should grown up to be an interior designer.

Naughty Boy

 

 

Mom's got all this beautiful fabric lying around. She is always picking it up, admiring it, folding it, pressing it, admiring it some more. I have to agree. I think it is very beautiful. And I love her patterns. Sometimes I spend all night with the fabric. And sometimes I drop a lot of it in the hallway, so when Dad first gets up in the morning, he actually yells, "How did all this fabric get in the hallway??" I leave pieces of my favorite fabrics, ribbons, and patterns all the way from the fabric box to the kitchen. Dad says I need to get over my fabric fetish. He tells Mom to make sure it is put away. (But she has fabric everywhere. Sometimes I find some in the library and sometimes in the sewing room.) I also found where she keeps her patterns in a file box. I found some really old patterns there.

Have a Great Weekend

 

(Mom likes my blue eyes!)