Happy Friday! It’s been an uneventful week here, but I think that’s a good thing. Uneventful is good these days, right? Anyway, just the cats being their usual adorable selves. I hope this week has been kind to you and wish you lots of kitty cuddles this weekend.
Here’s what the cats were up to this week!
Harley: Mama, is it time for bed yet?
Mama: It’s not even 7:30.
Harley: Don’t pretend like you’re not already in your PJs.
Mama: These aren’t my PJs.
Harley: My bad.
Sophie: Mama, look what I got!
Mama: A new purse! Where’d you get that?
Sophie: Miss Ellen sent it to me. Don’t touch it!
Mama: I wasn’t gonna.
Sophie: I’m never gonna look away, Mama. I can’t lose it if I stare at it.
Mama: I guess not.
Sophie: ∗whispering∗ I’ll never look away.
So, our blogging friend Miss Ellen sent this handmade purse for Sophie months ago. I delayed picking it up from our mailbox because of the pandemic. And when I finally got it, being the bad cat mama that I am, I never posted any photos! But Sophie has her purse and she hasn’t lost it yet. But…she also hasn’t blinked since she got it. So, I may need to take it away so she can sleep every once in a while. Thank you, Ellen! You always send the cutest handmade toys and the cats send kitty kisses! 😻
This Seat is Taken
Mama: Dexter, may I sit there?
Dexter: You asked politely, Mama, but no.
Mama: Why not?
Dexter: Because I reserved your office chair from 6 to 9.
Mama: I didn’t know it required reservations.
Dexter: Well, now you do.
Mama: Where’s the signup sheet.
Dexter: It’s a secret.
No-Chin-Whiskers Tortie (yes! chin whiskers)
Olive: Mama! Did you forget to post my photo today?
Mama: Uh, I was just about to.
Mama: Which one was it? The one with the chin whiskers?
Olive: I don’t have chin whiskers.
Mama: I mean, the one where you look as beautiful as ever?
Mama: Got your thinking face on?
Woodrow: I can’t remember if I left the oven on.
Mama: Why would you be using the oven?
Woodrow: How else would I bake my cookies?
Mama: Should I be worried?
Woodrow: By the way, we’re out of sugar so I substituted with parmesan cheese.
Mama: Yes, I should be worried.
Harley: Mama, have you seen Olive? She owes me some money.
Harley: We bet who could meow the loudest and wake you up last night. I won.
Mama: Actually, that was Dexter. So perhaps you own him some money.
Harley: Drat! There’s no beating that sweet, sweet tenor.
Sophie: Close this up, Mama!
Mama: It’s like 100 degrees outside!
Sophie: Exactly. Brr!
Bonus Friday Photos
Stay safe, everyone!