Wordless Wednesday
Olympics
WORLD CAT DAY MISSED
Our muttonheaded mom did not post on World Cat Day yesterday. Holy moly cannoli, how can she be so daft as to miss a day celebrating cats worldwide? Isn’t this a blog all about us—Kitties Blue, otherwise known as C-A-T-S?
Late in the day, I took matters into my own paws and posted this on Instagram (Kitties.Blue). After all, how can we not represent for WCD?
That was exhausting to pull something together at the end of the day, so now I am having one of those Tuxie Tuesday Doozies of a Snoozy snuggled up next to my dad. The best seat in the house!
I blame this laxity on my humans being parked in front of the TV watching the Olympics. Some of us here at the House of Blue Cats entered a variety of events in the 2016 Blogville Pawlympics. The only event that we entered that has been contested is the Balance Beam. We are pretty bummed that we were not entered in the Silly Sleepy Furries event. MOUSES! Just another example of our mom’s ineptitude. We’ll share our Pawlympics events with you at the completion of all the competitions.
Sunday Selfies Week #104 Update and Thank You
We had a terrific hop to close out year number two of our Sunday Selfies, with 58 entries. We are so thankful for all who entered as well as all who commented. If you missed this historical (MOL) event, it’s not too late to enter. The hop is open for three more days, and the link to that post is beneath this one.
We kitties have been talking to Mom about doing something special for those who entered the hop all 104 weeks. She’s amenable to the idea, but we’ll just have to wait and see what she does. When we know something, one of us will share.
That’s it from me (THE cat on Mom’s head).
Purrs and paw-pats, Misty May
KITTY HELPER RETURNS FROM LONDON OLYMPICS
Dad Tom Returns from Olympics
Dad Tom returned home late last night from his Olympic adventure so the washer and dryer are running non-stop today.
He kindly added a note about this web-site to his Facebook page today. If some of you are new readers who found me through his announcement, WELCOME! I hope you will visit often. Anyway…
Usually when the car enters the driveway the cats stir and make their ways to the foyer so all are in attendance when we come in the door. One might think this is a welcome home party, but it is nothing more than an opportunity to escape while bags are being brought in the house. Whether suitcase, grocery or 18.5-pound cat food bag, it doesn’t matter. If the door is open even just a crack, one of the felines is going to try to escape. None succeeded last night!
No Cat Awaits
When we first opened the door, not one kitty was waiting. It was after midnight, but that was no excuse. They began to slowly meander into the room. Dad Tom’s return was of little consequence to them. They were interested in sniffing every inch of the luggage in an attempt to find out if he had been cheating on them with some other animal. They found absolutely nothing.
Lily Olivia was the last to arrive. She was probably asleep on the floor of Dad Tom’s closet. She started bellyaching as she came down the stairs. I am not sure if it was because we woke her up or because she wanted to go outside. It was probably a little of both.
Once the exterior door was closed and locked, most of the kids went back to their sleeping spots. Mauricio, however, followed us around silently. For those of you who know Mauricio, you also know that it is almost impossible for him to keep quiet. We weren’t sure if he was holding a grudge because his dad had left him for three weeks, or if he was miffed because Dad Tom was home to reclaim his spot in the bed and divert some of my attention.
Mauricio Breaks His Silence
This is how our bed looks normally: No room for humans! Only Misty May was missing.
Once we got into bed, Mauricio broke his silence. He snuggled in next to his dad and proceeded to regale him with tall tales of how I ignored him and never fed him. He even threw in some unkind words about me going to Richmond and leaving him with no human attention except for a short, twice-per-day visit from Maggie, the kitty caregiver.
When he finished his harangue, he sauntered over and threw himself down on top of me. Misty May then took his place, crawling up on her dad’s chest for some snuggling. She and her dad are each other’s favorite of human and cat.
And that was the end for us. Tom and I both fell asleep. What the kitties did after that is anybody’s guess.
