Chickens Schmickens

Mom wants me to show you our chickens.

I don't think so.

After all, this is a Cat blog not a chicken blog. Which means I'm sure you'd much rather watch Me rolling around in the grass on a beautiful day like today.

If it's chickens you want, you'll have to go visit Mom's blog to see them.

Shabby Chic

Merry Christmas!

With love and purrs from Rascal

Flashback Friday

Mom found a bunch of old photos of Me, so we came up with the idea of Flashback Friday. These were taken about 6 years ago, when I was about one year old or so. As you can see, I have been thoroughly spoiled by my humans all along.

Agreements on "Turns"

Some things we have had to agree to take turns with. Such as helping Mom get ready to weave:



Or the choicest Catnap spot in the house:



Not everything is all Catnip-and-Cream however. Being the Number One Cat, I have first choice of everything, whether Catzee likes it or not. If I don't get My Way I hiss. If she bugs me too much I hiss. If she invades my personal space I hiss. Unfortunately she doesn't let my hissing faze her.

Sometimes we have fun. I like to play chase, box-tag, and wrestle with her (and I don't get too rough if I'm not grumpy with her.) I like to watch her do silly Kitten things. And I like to watch her get into trouble. Mom and Dad always give Me lots of love and special attention. I guess the V-E-T was right. Things are definitely better in Rascal's World.

My Story - Part 7

When Dad first saw Me, he was very surprised.

“But ……. he’s a black Cat!”

“Not all Cats are tiger striped like Junior,” Mom laughed.

First they showed Me my new litter box and then they showed Me my food dish and my water bowl. The food dish was full of crunchy baby kibbles so I ate some. Then I had a drink. Then I set out to explore.

Mom and Dad were watching Me, very curious to see what I would do. Dad got out some string and wiggled it across the floor. I pounced! He pulled it. I chased! It was fun! I liked it here! We played pounce and chase for the longest time.

I was so busy having fun that I ignored something. I ignored and ignored it until I had a problem. And by then it was a very urgent problem, but……..I couldn’t remember where my new litter box was!

I started running. I had to find it! I ran around in circles, frantic circles, trying to remember where it was. As I ran and ran I hollered “Gotta go! Gotta go! Gotta go!!!” the loudest I could. But the humans didn't help Me. They just stood there staring at Me with very puzzled faces.

Finally I couldn’t stand it anymore. I dashed under the little table next to the sofa and with great relief, I pooped.

The humans gasped in shock. Silence. Mom thought “Uh oh. This isn't going to go over very well.”

Dad stared at Me. Mom was concerned because he was still getting used to Cats and might not take kindly to having his carpet pooped on. The longer he stared, the more concerned Mom got. He just stood there, looking at Me and my little pile. All of a sudden he started to laugh.

“He couldn’t remember where his litter box was!” he said. Mom laughed too, in relief. I just sat there and looked up at them. My new humans understood. That made Me very happy and I liked them very much.

So Dad showed Me my litter box again and Mom cleaned up my mess. And that was my first day in my new home.

I am a Helper

I am very helpful around the house.

I help with the laundry. This is me, making sure the clean laundry doesn't escape:

















I help make the beds. This is me, making sure the bed clothes don't get misplaced:













I help Mom with her knitting. This is me, waiting for Mom's yarn to move:


















I help Mom with her spinning. This is me, protecting Mom's fiber until she's ready to spin:
















I help Mom with her weaving. In this pic I've got dibs on Mom's warping board. She'll just have to wait her turn:















I help Mom with her sewing. This is me, guarding Mom's handwoven cloth:
















Me, keeping an eye on Mom's sewing pattern.













I help Dad with his blog. This is me, helping Dad take photographs for his blog:




















I help with the computer too. This is me, keeping the keyboard warm with my tail:
















I even help when there’s wallpapering to be done. This is me, squinting from the flash. Mom is supposed to be wallpapering, not taking pictures:










What more could you ask for from a Cat?