Dirty Boy

 

Did you know that our my grapes are almost ready to harvest?   I think it's cool but it's also a bit funny because my mom and dad are still trying to figure out what to do.   I mean, they've made beer before but they've never made wine.   I wonder if they'll let me stomp the grapes with my paws?

 

While all that is being figured out, I'm doing my part to make sure as much dirt as possible is ground into my furs.  I think it makes me look extra mancatly.

 

Jonesie says she'll show you the grapes up close on Thursday.

Happy Birthday Figaro!

Happy Birthday to ME!!!!!

 

I'm 5 whole years old now.  Mom says I'm still the baby of the family even though I'm a big boy now.

 

I'm still a bit of a momma's boy.

 

As some you may have heard, it was suspected that I was slipping out of the yard and cheating on my mom and dad with the people living in the apartments nearby.  I have been falsely accused!

 

I may give my family the slip, but it's only to climb trees and roll in dirt.  For my birthday my goal is to see how many leaves I can grind in my fur so I can bring the great outdoors in the house.

 

So, if you want to party with me...grind some dirt and leaves in your furs and let's have some fun!

My Cheatin' Heart

 

I think I'm in trouble. 

 

Mom has accused me of cheating on her.  You see...apparently I've been caught on "critter cam".   I've been seen leaving my yard and going over to the apartments where I have been discovered to stay for hours on end. 

 

Only to return for lunch and then dinner (and of course bedtime).

 

I don't know what to do.  Should I just admit guilt or figure out a way to disable the camera?  

 

Warrior Wednesday

 

I am a stealth Ninja Warrior.   I may look pampered and sweet...but just wait until dark.

 

No one will know where I am.  I will ignore the call of my humans...for I have Ninja business to attend to.

 

They will never find me.

 

I am stealth.

 

I am invisible.

 

And no one knows where I travel.

Tuxie Tuesday

 

I know that Jonesie thinks that this is "her" nip plant.

 

Possession is nine tenths of the law...right?

 

 

Tuxie Tuesday

 

I don't care what the neighbor cats say.  I've got the most awesome Fur-do in the neighborhood.

 

My mom says so.

 

Tabby Tattletale Tuesday

 

Since you saw Figaro's post yesterday, it's no secret about his...you know...shave.

 

Thing is, I can't tattle to you about it.  You already got the scoop.   But, the Figster seems blissfully unaware.

 

Let me get a closer look.   Wow.

 

Dude!  Your butt is shaved!

 

 

What?????

Mancat Monday

 

It's a good day to be a Mancat...sitting outside, surveying my domain.  The weather is purrfect, and all the lady cats in the neighborhood are talking about me.

 

It's because I'm so handsome, irresistible, manly....yup, the girls love me.

 

But, for some reason, I feel a cool breeze...

 

Is that snickering I hear?

 

Wonder what that's about?

 

Society of Feline Gardeners- Thursday in the Garden with Jonesie

 

::Meowwww::

 

I bet you thought that I had forgotten about all of you, loyal members of the Society of Feline Gardeners.   I apologize for my lack of posting.   I'd like to blame my secretary mom but I have to admit I've been slacking a bit myself.

 

It's been raining and damp, and as I get older, I'm more likely to hit up the fleece blankets indoors vs. brave the mud.

 

My furs get a little wild too in the damp air.  

 

As you can see, my Rhododendrons are blooming.

 

Figgy and I are getting impatient because the garden beds are still empty.  Mom and dad say it's because the seeds will rot if we plant them...or they might even wash away.   Mom promises no matter what, we will plant no later than Memorial Day weekend.   This makes me purrrr.

 

In the meantime, I can snoopervise the perennials that are already here.   The chives are blooming and looking pretty.   I don't eat them but mom does.   We lost a few plants over the winter.  All of our artichoke plants did not make it through the hard freeze.  We also lost our olive tree.

 

Our red climbing rose super fragrant.  They drop down low enough that mom and dad can smell them easily.   If I'm close by, I get picked up for a sniff too!

 

Society of Feline Gardeners- Thursday at the Vet with Jonesie

 

::Meowwww::

 

How am I supposed to garden from here?  Far from  home, stuck in a vet's office.  Here I am getting checked in.  For some reason the v-e-t person doesn't understand my need to put my paws in the dirt. 

 

I got my treatment on Tuesday afternoon and on Wednesday I got one phone call home.  My mom and dad were informed that I was settling in well and that I am eating.  I'm scheduled to come home on Friday.   I've learned that the rules here are similar to jail.  Just one phone call a day.

 

Sigh.

 

 

Meanwhile back in the garden.....

Um...now what did Jonesie say?   We can't poop in the garden that we pee in?  Was that it?

No!  I think she said don't eat the baby nip until she gets home...

Why can't we remember the details?

 

I think I'm supposed to patrol.  For what I have no idea.   I just  want to go next door and be a pest.

 

I'm pretty certain that Jonesie said to stop and smell the flowers.  Oh wait, there are no flowers right now.   I'm so confused.

 

 

Oh this does not look good.  I may have to take matters into my own paws...boys...Jonesie is gonna be hissed off at our incompetence.

Working Wednesday

 

Now...remember Grete...you  need to keep everyone in line.  I've given specific instructions on how to manage the garden...and as a...expert cat herder, you are the purrfect one for the job.

 

Ginger...Figaro...you need to work with dad to make sure the fallen branches get picked up.

 

 

Sniffing them does not help!

 

Woofie Wednesday

 

 

Ohhh how I loved the inflatable bed.  Do you know how awesome it was...the perfect size for a dog?   Not that I mind sharing....

 

Room enough for my binky and 3 of my best friends.  Figaro could join us but he passed out on a chair with a fuzzy blankie.