Happy Friday! I hope everyone had a nice week. We had another rain storm this week and a bit of cold weather (as you’ll see below). Other than that, it was pretty uneventful. We do have a fun and full weekend ahead, although I’m not looking forward to the time change this weekend. Is anyone?
Here’s what the cats were chatting about this past week.
Only the Necessities
Sophie: Mama, have you seen my purse?
Mama: I didn’t know you have a purse. What do you keep in it?
Sophie: That’s quite the personal question, Mama. But let’s see…some pennies I found under the couch, a framed photo of me and Pops, my favorite scratcher, my blankie, a wand toy, a spare tub of treats, the remote you can’t find, and sometimes Dexter.
Mama: Sounds like you have a big purse.
Sophie: Yeah, which is weird that I keep losing it.
The View from Below
Mama: Are you comfy on my chest, Woodrow?
Woodrow: Not really, you keep squirming.
Mama: Oh, I’m so sorry to disturb you.
Woodrow: No need for sorrys, Mama. Just hold still for a couple more hours. I’m almost done with my nap.
As I’ve mentioned before, 14-pound Woodrow loves to lay on my chest. This was my view this afternoon as I tried to read my book. Kindle off to the side, of course, and neck at an awkward angle to accommodate Woodrow on my chest. Can anyone else relate? Happy Caturday!
Sundays with Sophie
1) Sophie wants attention, bites Dexter.
2) Dexter turns, Sophie clamps on.
3) Dexter gnaws on vise grip.
4) Sophie is unyielding. Dexter realizes his place.
Sophie is so demanding! After she woke Dexter up by biting his shoulder, she continued to bite his neck. He eventually started grooming her and she fell asleep.
Better Safe Than Sorry
Dexter: Mama, this is MY drumstick. No touchy.
Mama: Don’t worry, I won’t eat it.
Dexter: I’m gonna slobber on it just in case.
Mama: Good idea. I have been known to randomly eat your toys.
Dexter: No crossing the line, Olive. You’ve been a little needy lately.
Olive: ME?!? Needy? You must be thinking of Sophie. Or Mama.
Dexter: I’m pretty sure it was you who demanded cuddles at 1:22, 2:30, 3:12 and 3:49 this morning.
Olive: Your point being?
Rainy Day Blanket Fort
Mama: Brr, it’s cold today!
Sophie: It’s very warm and toasty in my blanket fort.
Mama: Are you going to invite me in?
Sophie: Sadly, there’s no room for Mamas in here. But you can bring me a hot chocolate if you happen to find yourself in the kitchen needing something to do. Lots of whipped cream please, hold the hot chocolate.
Harley: Oh boy, what a day. I’m pooped.
Mama: Get a lot done?
Harley: No, why?
Mama: Then why are you pooped?
Harley: Did I say I’m pooped? Sorry, I meant I pooped.
Bonus Friday Video
Not sure if I’ve mentioned it before, but Harley has a bit of a funny meow. It comes out kind of strangled and like a yowl. I finally got it on video this week. He does this every morning during breakfast. Sophie and Harley eat in my office, and Harley cries to get out so he can go finish off the other cats’ food downstairs. Volume up!
Do any of your cats have a funny sounding meow or cry?