Happy Friday! It’s been a quiet and rainy week around here. But quiet can be nice, right? And we definitely need the rain in Southern California. We even had hail on Tuesday. Any change from clear and sunny always gets our attention. And it’s not over yet – the rain will be back this weekend. It will be the perfect kind of weekend to curl up with a good book and a cat or two.
Here’s what the cats were chatting about this past week.
Woodrow: Hey, Ma! I gots anything in mah teefies?
Mama: Nope, looks good, Woodrow.
Woodrow: Kay, thanks!
The Uncrushable Fort
Sophie: It’s a fort kind of day, Mama.
Mama: Maybe you shouldn’t build your fort on my bed. I almost crushed you!
Sophie: That’s okay, Mama. I’ll just install some steel rebar to reinforce the roof.
Mama: Doesn’t sound like my bed will be very comfy anymore.
Sophie: But my fort will be uncrushable. So it’s a win-win!
I went to sit on the bed today to pet Olive and Dexter (who were above the covers). I leaned over what I thought was a blanket bump. Nope, it was a cat bump! Sophie has been crawling under the blankets the last few days because it’s been colder than usual. I have to be careful to pat the blankets now. Do your cats crawl under the blankets?
Woodrow: Mama, there’s something down there. Don’t let it get me.
Mama: It’s a sock, Woodrow. I don’t think it’ll get you.
Woodrow: You don’t THINK it will get me? So there’s a chance it will?
Mama: Olive, did you see who stole my piece of cheese?
Olive: Um, no.
Olive: Mama, my tongue has a mind of its own. It LOVES cheese! Camembert, if you’ve got it.
Dexter: I love you, Olive.
Olive: I know.
Harley: Look, Mama! The sun is finally back.
Mama: Yep, but it’s still pretty cold outside.
Harley: That’s okay. I just want to warm my whiskers in the sun.
We’ve had rain (and even hail) the last several days. Dark and gloomy is finally bright and sunny. But we’re in for rain again soon. The cats are all in sunpuddles around the house for now, though. Hope your kitties are warm and cozy wherever you are!
Dexter: Mama, have you groomed your paws today?
Mama: Uh, not yet?
Dexter: I’ll help you. I’m an excellent groomer of the paws.
Mama: Groomer of the paws, eh?
Dexter: They don’t call me Sir Groomy-Groomer de Paw for nothing.
Mama: Who calls you that?
Dexter: Um, no one calls me that. (whispering) Will you call me that, Mama?
Bonus Friday Photos
Here are the rest of the shots from Woodrow’s magnificent yawn above.
Be honest…did Woodrow make you yawn?