May 17, 2021

AWWW (Bored Cat) MONDAY

It's Monday!  And it's still dark out, the sun's not even up!  And she's already setting up a daily challenge!  Sheeeesh!

Well, the very least I can do is take a closer look, but it looks the same as always.  Boring!


You know what?  I'm not the least bit interested.  Don't wanna play now.  Nope, not at all.  Been there, done that.

Hey, yes you over there ~ Mom! 
Haven't you realized, after all this time we've been together that I do what I want when I want and the way I want. 
That's just a cat being a cat.


AWWW (Bored Cat) MONDAY

May 16, 2021

SUNDAY SELFIE

SUNDAY
ZZZZZZ
SELFIE








 

May 15, 2021

CATURDAY ART



Black and white pencil sketching, sharp.
Color pencil sketching, soft.

CATURDAY ART

Imagination and creativity from our friends
Athena and Marie,
Athena Cat Goddess, Wise Kitty


May 14, 2021

MISCHIEVOUS FELINE FRIDAY


MISCHIEF also MISCHIEVOUS

/'mis-CHif//

noun

playful misbehavior or troublemaking,
naughty, impish or
a cat named June


May 13, 2021

THANKFUL and THOROUGHLY POETIC THURSDAY


Angel Sammy came up with another fun photo for his Poetry Corner this week.  Although we did not grow up on a farm ~ in rural northern Indiana, there were many surrounding us, and a corn field filled the land across the road (though never sure which farmer owned it!).  So that field was a fun place for summer games of hide-and-seek, with parental warnings not to "borrow" any of his corn! 
 
The photo also brought back a few memories from many years later ~ as shown in the photo below our poem: as "grandparents" then, living in Florida, two of our young grands at the time play in their Poppy's yard wagon.  Thankful for the memories!

CORN

Yellow Corn, White Corn, Peaches & Cream.
Boiled, buttered, roasted or salted.
Are these summer memories? Or perhaps only a dream.

A ride in Grandpy's wagon, through fields grown so high,
his tractor spewing dirt clouds, this hot day in July.

We helped Grandpy pick it, shucked it too.
Threading it's silk throughout our hair.
Back in the farmhouse watching Grammy
at her stove from a kitchen table chair.

She'd mash up taters, once stored in the cellar below.
Shell peas and beans, fresh from her garden where they did grow.

Grandpy brought in ham from his smokehouse,
"it's mouth meltin' good", so he said,
"cause last spring old-mr-piggy said good-bye
to become our suppers instead!"

A ride in Grandpy's wagon, through fields grown so high.

Supper at Grammy's table, serving up love in endless supply.

 


May 11, 2021

HI


I just woke up.
I had my breakfast.
I played for a little while.
I cuddled on my Mom's lap.
I did my purr-sonal things.
I had some window whiffs and watched the sun rise.
It was a good morning.  I think it will be a good day.
A happy day.
A happy Tuesday.
I hope it is a good day and a happy day for you!