peaceful late summer days

It's been warm here. We've had several days of weather in the upper 70s and lower 80s. I shed. Mama brushes or combs me. I shed. Mama holds me. I shed. Gee, I see a pattern here!

Even though I got a tummy trim for the summer, I'm still developing lots of matted fur. Mama has small, extra-sharp scissors. Uncle Jerry holds me and Mama does the trimming. I complain but I don't really mind. I mean, c'mon, two humans loving on me at one time?! Does it get any better than that? Didn't think so.

Here's one thing that I can't say I really like: since Mama quit her job nearly two weeks ago, I haven't had much extra cuddle time with her. She's always busy doing something. Today, she says, the table will be done. Then she has a meeting in downtown Seattle this afternoon.

Tomorrow is her busy day: she's got client meetings and then she meets with the President of the Board of Directors where she used to work. We're all curious about what's going to happen with that one.

omg!

...paw over eyes...

I can hardly believe what my mother and Uncle Jerry did to me tonight.

They took me for a ride in the car! They said it was a--get this--joy ride! As if. Seriously...as if!

They said they'd like me to get comfortable with car rides so we can go out as a family. I don't know about that.

I did shed. More than usual. That part was fun.

The heat is on

We don't really mean this Glenn Frey song. We mean that it's too cold here, and we've turned on the furnace this morning. It's nearly noon, and it's only 60 degrees outside!

Luckily, it's supposed to get warmer over the weekend. Mama's got a table she's been refinishing, and would like to do it while it's not cold outside. The stain dries faster when it's warmer.

Instead of sitting here at the computer, Mama and I are heading to her big chair. She rented The Lincoln Lawyer from the local Redbox, and we'll be watching that for the next little while.

Mama's also studying up on how to do linkies and other things, since it's been so long since she's done any of this stuff. We hope the linkies work for you!

the best days!

Mom did a huge favor for me! She quit her job so she can be a stay-at-home-cat-mom. Has your mom ever done that for you?

I LOVE my Mama!

it's already started

Has it started at your house, too?

I've started to shed. You've seen how fuzzy I am. I shed more than the average cat. Mom can brush me in the morning during the in-bed snuggle, and then again in the early evening. Both times, she says I've given her enough fur to make another cat. Not a small one, either.

i wonder if i can convince her to stay in bed tomorrow?

Mom's had a busy weekend, even though she doesn't have much to show for it.

the table she's been (re)finishing got messed up with the spray-on protective coating. She's going to have to sand it a bit, add another coat of stain, and then use brush-on protective coating.

Uncle Jerry likes the project and thinks it's beautiful. He doesn't like having no table in the dining room though. So the old table got brought back in--I snoopervised, of course!--while Mom finishes the new table.

Mom had an email from her rheumatologist (I had to look it up!) this morning. She's got an appointment with him on Wednesday. It looks like the diagnosis of PMR isn't correct. Time to get off prednisone and try something else.

You should hear Uncle Jerry rant about Mom being on prednisone! He could rant for over an hour about all the problems it causes! Mom thinks he might be more bothered about it than she is. Whoever's more bothered...Mom's been on pred for over a year. It's time to get off it.

I've been trying to convince her to go to bed. The shower can wait until the morning. I've almost got it clinched...

insomnia by any other name

...would still stink!

Mom's trying to get to bed by 11 pm every night. It's clearly not working tonight. It's nearly 3 am and she's still awake. Uncle Jerry closed the windows before he went to bed and it got way too hot in here. Windows open, and now voices travel from an all night party across the way.

There are youngish ones who slink into our yard in the evening. Uncle Jerry tried to pet one. The young one demonstrated exceptional skill in walking backward. With a little practice, he might be able to moonwalk! mol