Happy Friday! We’ve made it through another week, which means we can enjoy the weekend. Right? We certainly hope so! Whatever your plans, we hope you have a wonderful Friday and weekend!
Friyay Box Party
Sophie: Hey Mama, wanna hang out in my box today?
Mama: I think I’m a little too big for your box.
Sophie: You can squish down all small like. And I’ll scoot over to make room.
Mama: You’re so sweet, Sophie.
Sophie: Don’t forget the tuna and catnip. It’s gonna be a Friyay box party!
Mama: Harley, what are you doing? You look so cute right now.
Harley: I’m trying something new. I saw Sophie gets lots of treats when she looks all cute and stuff. But I kind of feel like a sell-out. But I kind of also want some treats.
Sophie (from the other room): You’re not even close, Harley!
Be Like Dad
Sophie: Look, Ma! I’m dressed up like Dad when he goes to work.
Mama: He only wears a tie to work for very important meetings.
Sophie: Well, I have a very important meeting today. His lap, me snoozing. It’s my Father’s Day present to him.
How Dare She
Woodrow: I’m mad at you, Mama.
Woodrow: Because you went off to look at other cats today.
Mama: I just toured an animal center. I didn’t bring any cats home.
Woodrow: I can still smell them on you. It’s the smell of betrayal.
More to come later on my tour of the awesome Helen Woodward Animal Center near San Diego!
Olive: Mama, be very quiet. I’m bird watching.
Mama: Oh yes, I see that birdie on the railing. You know it’s outside and you can’t get it, right?
Olive: A tortie can dream, Mama. And a tortie can also learn how to open the door.
Olive: Nothing. Move along now.
Birds land on our balcony railing outside and the cats become transfixed, sometimes chattering at them. Luckily, no cat has figured out how to open the sliding glass door yet. But I bet Olive would be the one to figure it out! If she did, I’m sure the bird would fly off in an instant.
Dexter: Mama, it’s my Gotcha Day and I’m so excited!
Mama: I know it is! What are you excited about?
Dexter: I’m excited to spend another eight years with you!
Mama: At least! Let’s shoot for eight-plus years!
Dexter: I like the sound of that, Mama.
It was Father’s Day in 2010 and we found kitten Dexter wandering the hot desert streets while visiting family in Palm Springs, California. Eight years later and he’s still a kitten to me. He’s the cat who started it all…the first of the Three Chatty Cats!
A Space Adventure
Dexter: Space Cadet Sophie, you forgot your helmet. Over.
Dexter: Is the atmosphere breathable?
Sophie: Uh, I think so.
Dexter: Good. Let’s drop off this food for our friend Simon who’s on a mission here and then let’s head back home. I saw Woodrow eyeing my spot on the sofa even though I called savesies. That boy never listens.
Are you fabulous felines up to anything fun this weekend? Perhaps a little catnap with a side of snooze?