Happy Friday! It’s been another average week around here. And by average I mean beautiful weather and beautiful cats. What more could I ask for?
Here’s what the cats were up to this week!
Dexter: Mama, have you heard?
Mama: Heard what?
Dexter: It’s FRIDAY!!!
Mama: I’m pretty sure the neighbors heard that.
Dexter: Then my work here is done.
Tummy Time Conversion
Mama: Gah! Sophie, you know I hate it when you sit outside my room like that. What are you doing?
Sophie: Oh good, you’re alive. It’s been 5 hours since you last moved.
Mama: I was taking a quick nap. And it’s only been like 30 minutes.
Sophie: 30 minutes feels like 5 hours to my tummy. When’s dinner?
Mama: 30 minutes.
Woodrow: Mama, what IS dat?
Mama: The ceiling fan?
Woodrow: It’s so scary.
Mama: It can’t get you.
Woodrow: Are you sure?
Mama: Pretty sure.
Woodrow: ∗whispering∗ I think it’s gonna get me.
Mama: I’ll turn it off.
Woodrow: Be careful! It might get you, too!
Woodrow is afraid of our ceiling fans. When one is on, sometimes he’ll look at it and dart out of the room. Even when they’re off, he’ll sometimes look up to make sure it’s not gonna start moving…and then keep glancing at it every so often. The hubby made the mistake of walking under a ceiling fan today (while it was on) while holding Woodrow. He did not appreciate that and struggled to get down. Poor baby! Does your cat have any random fears like that?
1) Olive’s face at treat time.
2) Licking her lips in anticipation. “Hurry up, Mama!”
3) Taking matters into her own paws. (Look at her little back pawsies. So cute!)
Mama: Harley! What are you doing on the kitchen counter?
Harley: I thought you might need help with this package.
Mama: I don’t, but thank you.
Harley: You’re welcome. Anything else I can help you with while I’m up here?
Mama: No. You can get down now.
Harley: Okay, I’ll check again later.
Mama: Please don’t.
Harley: But I will.
Mama: I know.
The cats are usually nice enough to jump down from the kitchen counter when they hear me coming. Harley has decided he doesn’t need to do that anymore. In fact, he jumped up on the counter right in front of me while I was opening this package. I watched to see what he’d do (after snapping a photo of course). He walked the entire length of the counter and then back to me. When he didn’t find any snacks or items of interest, he leisurely jumped down and walked away. I guess we know who’s boss in this house. What about your house?
Dexter: Sophie, have you seen my typewriter? I need to answer some fan mail.
Sophie: How can you lose a typewriter? Maybe you should use email. That’s what I do.
Dexter: Email is so impersonal. My fans appreciate a typed note.
Sophie: Your ONE fan?
Dexter: Yes, my ONE fan. She’s quite special to me and she likes typed notes. Now, I’d appreciate it if you’d call me on my landline if you find my typewriter! Good day!
When the Snooze Hits Hard
Woodrow: Mama, I’m poopy-pooped. I’m gonna close my eyes for a second.
Woodrow: Just one quick second.
Mama: I believe you.
Woodrow: Don’t do anything fun without me.
Mama: Of course not.
Woodrow: Almost done… 💤
Bonus Friday Video
Woodrow just wants to relax in his milk carton but first must defend it from introoders.
Anyone have anything fun planned for the weekend?