A Walk With Rascal

Thank you to everyone who is praying and purring for me. I have to take a nasty pill twice a day. But that means that I get all the raw chicken, baby food, and Friskies Party Mix treats I want. Plus some mashed cooked chicken liver which is tasty. Mom thinks I've put on a few ounces and I certainly have energy for chasing birds and chipmunks.

Last week, I went with Mom when she took a walk in our woods. She does this "Colors of the Month" photography thing, so when she went for a walk for her Colors of March, I went with her.

We headed out the back field.....

... and into the woods.

I like to come back here to hunt sometimes.

And just to look around.

A quick lick is always in order,
no matter the occasion.

Are you coming, Mom?

I wonder if this tree needs Me to climb it?

We walked all over our woods, but Mom
didn't find much color to photograph.
No matter. I'm a better subject anyway.

We're heading home now.

A few times the sun came out.

This stuff's green all the time.
Mom calls it "evergreens."

I kept a lookout for anything interesting.
No birds or squirrels to report however.
I wonder why.

We looked everywhere but there were no budding trees.

Finally we came out of the woods.

And headed home along the tree
line between the two fields.

To see Mom's Colors of March, click here.
To see everybody elses', click here.

That's it.

Outside By Myself. Finally.

Outside At Last

Finally, Mom and Dad let us go out. With rules. We had to wear our harnesses and we weren't allowed to go anywhere near the front of the house where the road is.

Catzee was a scardy-cat but not Me.

There were lots of things to sniff.
This one smells familiar.

And there were lots of places to explore.

I like the look of it back here.

And then I saw something I really like.

Woods. Mom wouldn't let me go back there
with the leash, but she said I could later.

We have lots of big trees in our outside.

Then I found this old wood pile near the shed.

I really like this spot.

I really like my outside.

Wordless Wednesday

Inspection Duties

About once a week or so, I go around to all the closed doors in the house and ask Mom to open them for Me. It doesn't matter what kind of doors they are: room doors, closet doors, cabinet doors. I feel that it is my duty to inspect behind all closed doors on a regular basis.

Sometimes I have an assistant, sometimes I don't.

Most of my inspections are pretty routine and not very interesting. There is rarely anything to report. However, if you want to read a pretty exciting story of the consequences of feline curiosity, check out what happened to my friend Neelix.

Inspection

House inspection today.
Here’s what I found:

Kitchen - always the place to start
* my food bowl - sadly full of crumbs. Not enough whole pieces of cat food to mess with. I’ll have to make sure someone tends to this.
* counter tops - off limits according to the humans. But a quick stretch and sniff indicates nothing up there worth investigating anyway. Just smells like non-edibles like vegetables.
* frig - under, dust and a stale kitty treat

Living Room
* my chair - no one sitting in it. That’s good or I’d whack their ankles. The secret to keeping the humans off is to shed on it a lot.
* couch - secret clawing spot, still undetected
* behind TV - needs vacuuming.
* under tables - kept clear for my napping pleasure
* my personal rug - neat and orderly. Pardon me while I take a quick cat nap.












Bedroom #1 - aka Dad’s office
* smells like incense and woodburning smoke.
* Dad’s desk - needs dusting. A few pencils to batt onto the floor.
* Closet - securely shut. Good thing because they keep the Kitty Monster in there.

Bedroom #2 - Spud’s room
* exceptionally neat while he’s at college
* closet - door open, full of shoes on floor
* under the bed - clear enough for me to take a nap there whenever I want
* window blinds - shut. How can I look outside?

Hall bath
* bathtub - dry. Usually is unless someone else is home to use the shower.
* my water cup - only half full. Someone isn’t doing their job around here.
* vanity cabinet - why do I always have to ask someone to open the cabinet doors when I want to inspect? Contains the same old stuff, stinky cleansers, shampoo and toilet paper

Our bedroom - Mom’s, Dad’s, and Mine.
* Kitty bed - neat and comfortably arranged
* Pillows - supposedly off limits. Ha!, if only they knew what goes on around here when they’re gone.
* under bed - cluttered with storage boxes and musical instrument cases. I can barely squeeze under there. Not enough room for a nap but I could hide in a pinch if I needed to.
* dressers - too many shoes under them. And what’s this? The bill Dad’s been looking for. Well, I’ll never tell.
* computer keyboard - full of cat hair, needs dusting.
* closet - yawn. Time for another nap.



















Master Bath
* water cup - lo and behold it’s actually full! I’ll give Mom and “A” for that one.
* tub - full of cat prints from licking off the water drops
* vanity cabinet - oh, oh. Toilet paper’s gone. Someone must noticed that I’ve been wrestling with it. I don’t know why the teeth and claw marks should make a difference. They throw it out anyway.
* and what's that I see near the ceiling? A spider? Is it the tasty kind?



















Porch
* potted catnip - mmmmmm
* Mom’s flowers - wilting
* cat box - Baking soda only works for so long.

Well, that’s it for today. Time to go take another nap.