[ALMOST] WORDLESS on WEDNESDAY

June simply wanted to share that she does have at least one more chair ~
other than her polka dot chair.  
But notes that she prefers to sit under it these days rather than in it.

IT'S A SPECIAL DAY ! BUT WHOSE SPECIAL DAY IS IT ?

 

A SEAT AT THE TABLE

This is our little table.  It's sort of an everything table, for eating ... for sitting at to look out the window, for sitting at to pay bills or do yuk-stuff like that!  Sometimes I lay on top in the evening when mine Mommy is done with her day stuff.  But most of the time we share the table together throughout the day.  She sits on one side, doing all the computer stuff like our my blog, a post, research or visiting other friends blogs.  Or making special badges each month, all those kinds of things.  Sometimes we're there at the table most of the day ~ me sitting in this chair on the other side, you know, making sure she gets all our my work done.  Lately, though I've noticed she doesn't like to sit there too long, she gets all fidgety and gets up and down a whole lot.  So, she asked me if it was okay if we took a little break from our my blog until she felt better.  I'd already noticed that she hadn't taken me visiting to my friends for many days, and we both felt badly about that, so I told her, "yes, mine Mommy ... let's take a little break, both of us ... until you feel better and we can go visiting again, too.  I'll miss my friends, but they'll understand ... when you have a seat at the table, you should be polite and participate in the conversation ... "  

Comments are off.

 

DESIGNING MY NEW HEADER

If you visit me here, you may have noticed I like to put up a new header every month, sometimes I even do that more than once in the month if I'm in the mood.  You might think mine Mommy takes care of this for me, but actually I am very much involved, so I thought I'd share with you how we I do this ...

Of course, we work together.  Side by side.  You could say she is the producer but I am the director.

When she produced this one, I pointed out that although 

that was a nice picture I was quite sure she had used it before, 

so ... do try, try again.

That's a good try, too, Mommy.  But seriously, I'm not an outdoor cat.  

I'd never be found in the autumn leaves (of which there are none yet, by the way) 

and I doubt I'd put my tender paws on that tree stump!  Take three, please ...

Cute.  OK.  Yeah.  Meow.  But there is such a thing as polka dot overload!

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

So, using my very own little mousie, that blue one with the pink nose, I went through all my own photo files of which there are many, like many.  I found the photo you see up top there ~ that's me ~ surely you can tell that I am deep in thought, serious thought about how to design my new header.  I always give everything serious thought.  I hope you like my choice, seriously, thank you. JUNE

AWWW

It's Monday.  As the WEIMS would say, "Mo(a)nday".  Today I agree.

IS THE SKY FALLING?

Is the sky falling?  I still see it up there.  Even though it's very cloudy.  And it seems to get a little hazier, cloudier, maybe even darker with each day as we get closer from this Wednesday to next Wednesday.  I've looked down at the street below, too, and I don't see any bits-and-pieces of "the sky" down there. Not yet. 

Once upon a time, mine Mommy read me a story, I sort of remember it.  This very little chicken was all feather-flustered and many in the barnyard were very upset when she proclaimed that the sky was falling!  And even though she was so very little, her cries of doom and gloom were heard across fields and farms for miles and miles, across lands and oceans wide.  Some were heard to say there'd be no more feed for the fowl.  Others thought the shelter and safety of the barn might just no longer be.  The barnyard gossip ran wild as a chick chased by a fox at night.  

In one corner of the barnyard stood a small outbuilding, most of the animals had never been inside, it was deemed a place where only the important and elder ones would go, to meet and discuss the needs, the rules and regulations of life on the farm.  These important and elder ones had been "chosen" by all the others, assigned this responsibility, these tasks.  

But most often, all that could be heard from that small building were loud squawks, especially from a small but vocal contingent of red-hens who wanted to control everything.  As those elders left after each meeting their feathers flew every which way, beaks snapped at one another.  It was obvious they did nothing, accomplished nothing, and so it was.  

The little chicken and all her friends feared they had not chosen well.  Elder ones, yes, too many were.  Important, ha! Only self importance was evident.  Even Mr Farmer in the big white house on their farm could not seem to help.  

Would they really really really let the sky fall down ...................

And so, the little chicken, the duckies in the pond, the goslings, even all the many friendly barn cats asked again, "is the sky falling?" 

Then they scurried back into the barn as one in their midst had proclaimed ... "oh no, there is risk in our barn. We must check the ceiling, too"!   

     

 

MY BLANKIE STORY: PART 1 and PART 2

It is Thankful Thursday, and I am thankful for my Blankie Basket.  It's big, it's comfy ~ especially with my polka dot blankie on top [which Ms Ellen made just for me].  Lots of other blankies underneath, which makes it a wonderful spot to curl up in day or night.  But I have to tell you about a few little things that sometimes make me not too thank-ing thankful.  See, mine Mommy has this need to move stuff here and there, she does it a lot.  Now it's one thing to move her stuff, but quite another to move my stuff.  Also, everyfurry knows by now we live in a little studio which means our beds are in the same room we live, work and play in all day long ~ so like, we got to make our beds everyday cause otherwise we'd live in a really messy room, right?  A few times a year she moves the big stuff.  A lot more often she moves the small and smaller stuff [you can read that as my stuff]. So, without further intro, let me tell you ~    

My Blankie Story, Part 1

This is me. Napping, oh so comfy, in my Blankie Basket and 
this is me again, having been awakened to have my picture taken!
And below: I have learned to "make my bed", cool right?  

Even though sometimes I sleep on top, I like to fix it just so 
I can get under the covers when I am ready for my next nap.  

My Blankie Story, Part 2

But when I went to have that next nap,

my afternoon nap, guess what?  My Blankie Basket 

was not where it had been when I had my morning nap!  

And as nicely as I had prepared my blankie to curl up under ... no, not!

Sigh.  All my hard work.  She had done it again.  I often wondered if she worked

for Allied Van Lines in another life ... but I would not be deterred from the 

task at hand.  My motto: what June wants, June gets.  I can do this!

Yes.  I love my Blankie Basket. Where it goes I shall follow.

And I am thankful.

While I'm awake, I think I'll hop over to Brian's Home to

join the Thankful Thursday Blog Hop ~

but I'd better be quiet, cause I saw that he's napping too ...

DANCE LESSONS on FELINE FRIDAY

You put your right paw out and you shake it all about.

Now put that left paw out and shake that one all about.

You turn around, and . . .

Hey, meow, hold on a minute here.  

The "hokey pokey"!  You've gotta be kidding.

It's a good thing I don't twitter, tok the tik, gram in an instant or plant my face in the book!

I'd be laughed into the last century fur sure.  What era do you live in?

I'd better make a mad dash to the closet before you suggest "the stroll".

 

HELLO

HELLO

I have really missed all of you.  Mine Mommy has been mostly boring for the last few hundred weeks, and I know now that I do not like blog breaks.  I discussed this with her at length, but she paid no attention to me or my opinions, pfftt.  However, she did take lots of pictures of me, and I do like to pose for the camera as it usually means a treat or two, so that was okay.  

The other major issue with this break was her decision to rearrange the entire studio and that meant upending my life and my stuff.  
Side note: I have to tell you though that she paid the price for this folly with a three day backache, with both of her bottom paws swollen, a majorly headache, some bumps and bruises and even a few bloody cuts not caused by me.  Now why she smiled and seemed satisfied in that condition and after all that exhausting effort, I will never understand.  Humans are odd aren't they.

But back to the "upending" thing.  On that day of destruction, begun at dawns first light, every little thing that could fit in a closet or the litter loo room was moved there, including anything that belonged to me.  Other things found their way into the front hallway: my rounder, my window perch, OMC my blankie basket.  Confusion reigned supreme.  Where would I sit?  Nap?  Rest my little head?  Scratch those purrsonal parts should they itch?  Could I even get to my litter loo?  T'was a long and winding road to get there ~  And, and: ten minutes later, it would all be different.  My polka dot chair was here.  Then it was over there.  Then without warning it was in front of the refrigerator!  I needed an escape route.  Yes, from dawns first light through lunch time (which she forgot to feed me) until the 6 o'clock church bells rang it was non stop madness.  A crazed woman.  I could not even count the number of time Mr Dyson did his thing.  For each time something moved she had to have him visit where-the-thing-used-to-be and the spot-where-it-was-going-to-be.  Twice.  Thrice.  

Bonus: many of my lost toys were found under everything, how cool was that?

Dusk, Mr Dyson did his last run around. The duster got another go round and out of the closets came whatever had been put in there years ago.  My perch and my rounder restored.  My toy box, scratcher boxes, blankie basket and other sundry things were ~ where?  I had to search for them.  My polka dot chair?  Oh, there it is. I feel as if I'm suddenly living across the pond and have to drive on the wrong side* of the road.   * sorry friends, I know it's the right and proper side for you

JUNE! The ladycat doth protest too much. It's my turn now, everything is very nice here, refreshing, a new look for spring and spring cleaning done, too!  Pfftt, your pain and suffering was very brief.  And your food bowls and food drawer are in the same place.  Anyway, it's the first of March, I need a moment to remind our friends to stop over at The Cat Blogosphere today.  See all the events coming up this month and grab the badges you want, lots of fun stuff along with the regular weekly Blog Hops.  Just a summary below ~ 

 

              

AWWW and OH DEAR

 Awww, June, you're so danged cute!
I know.

________________________________________

[PS I apawlogize for me 'n' mine Mommy, well mostly for mine Mommy

who has not taken me out visiting for a few days now, cause she's been

under-da-weather whatever that means, and in fact, she keeps 

missing my proper meal times cause she is always nappin', and that's

not fair at all, and if you can believe it, that nappin' is mostly in my polka dot chair!  

Anywayz.  We try to do better soon.  Or I will whap her.

She won't be thinking I'm so danged cute then.

💙

Oh, and after tomorrow, Valentine's Day she'll be all out of my

pre-scheduled, pre-done, all ready-to-go posts and I have made it quite clear to her

that that is totally unacceptable ...]

THANKS TO ALL for PET SPEAK!

Just this past Tuesday, when June was in her tisket-tasket-basket we asked if you'd share with us some of your Pet Speak "made up" words.  Words you use when talking about, or talking to your kitties and woofies.  Thanks to so many who did just that.  Reading through these comments and fun words, we thought it would be even more fun to put together a Pet Speak book ... after all, most may not have read all the comments, seen all the great words ... meow, meow ... woof, woof!  So, here, the 1st Edition of PET SPEAK with thanks to all the contributors, those whose "words" are included ~ and to all the rest who took time to stop by and comment. Oh, and if you'd care to add more "pet speak" words today, feel free, we can always publish a 2nd Edition!

~ to all who gave us "cat speak" words, thank you ~

~ to all who commented on our original post, thank you ~

~ "apawlogies" if we left anyone or anyone's words out, 

it was a little "difficat" to "paw" this together ~

RESOLUTIONS

Good Morning ~ I'm just waiting patiently (under the table) for breakfast to be served, it is taking furever.  She would tell you "she has her reasons", which are totally unreasonable in my opinion.  

You see, she wanted me to promise, it was called resolve ~ or make a resolution, that come the New Year ~ I would not wake her up at 4:00 am, when it was still dark outside.  I did try.  But my tummy made rumbly noises and I just could not help myself, so I meowed, and then I pawed at her foot and then meowed louder and then pawed at her arm which was sticking out from under the covers ... and then she mumbled "not yet".  I know what "not yet" means.

But I didn't care.

So I jumped off the bed.  I waited.  Then I made a flying leap and jumped back up onto the bed, landing all 14 pounds of me on her not-yet-rumbly-tummy.  "OMG CAT June she yelled!"  But it worked, it always does.  So up she got.  And anyway, in my opinion, resolutions are meant to be broken.

 

DETERMINATION vs DETERMINATION

 

AWWW MONDAY

 AWWW-SOME

THE BREAKFAST CLUB

Do you have a regular morning routine?  We do, you might call it "the breakfast club", though I am the only one having beksers. We are early to bed, early to rise in our home.  I try to wake mine Mommy around 4 a.m., sometimes I am successful, other times she moans and says "not yet".  I understand those words, and so I dutifully wait, well, not always, but mostly!  One hour later ~ success, we are off to the loo. Next, a pod goes into the little Kuerig, she opens Drawer No. 3 which is My Drawer ... then she says "paws down, sweetie" cause I always stand up and get into the drawer as I'd like to make my own choice, though they all look the same to me!  Her coffee is now ready, and she is also putting my food in my bowl, I've jumped up to "my side" of the kitchen counter in anticipation, it smells so good.  "ready for beksers" she says, and I jump down.  I'm happy, she's happy at the table, with her coffee, reading the Washington Post on her phone.  

Part Two of this morning routine follows ~ it takes her far longer to read the Post and have her second cup of coffee, while I finish up beksers, well, very fast!  I like to have a few cuddles and chin scritches before my morning nap, and before she gets on the laptop ... but she's not ready, so I hide out under the table, nearby so she'll see me.  Drats cats, she is so engrossed in the news, she doesn't notice. 

Part Three of the routine.  I now move under her chair.  This has to work.  My tail thumps at her foot.  She glances down at me and says, "awwww".  The phone switches quickly from the Washington Post to the photo mode ... click.  It worked, it usually does.  If I give her my oh-so-cute-cat look, she can't resist.  Cuddles and chin scritches follow, a new day begins.  

AWWW MONDAYS

THANKFUL THURSDAY ~ EMBARRASSING

  ~ and it is embarrassing to have everyone see me like this ~

ZOO~NEWS from JUNE

I've been watching mine Mommy work on what's coming up next month (and for the

holidays ahead, too!) and I got purrty excited about the wonderful things there will be for all of us

kitties and pupsters, so I wanted to share with you, so's no one would miss out on the fun! 

BLOG4PEACE

2022 PEACE GLOBE TEMPLATES

Sending and Sharing!  And this year, all our barking friends 

are invited to join the meowers 

for the traditional holiday card exchange!  

I know I can hardly wait, how about you?

All information will be posted soon.

Well, it's a secret ~ to be revealed next month, wait and watch ...

Mine Mommy ( with my help, of course) does PhotoArt for the holidays ~ for you, if you want

a little something special that is.  Actually she does PhotoArt all year long, but loves the holiday

season the most, so all you have to do is email her to find out more about it.

 

CHURCH BELLS and SUNRISE

I'm waiting for sunrise.  The church bells rang six times...eleven minutes ago.  They always sound so very lovely.  They ring first at six a.m. and they ring for the last time at nine p.m.  It's good they do not ring during the night, that is very considerate.  This morning sunrise is at 7:14 a.m. and sunset will be at 6:30 p.m. as the days are getting shorter.  It's just a teeny-tiny bit shorter each day, you hardly notice it.  My window faces East, and the harbor is close, with the bay just beyond.  So if I sit here early morning I often will see very pretty sunrises.  It is a good way to start ones day, with a beautiful sunrise and church bells chiming.  For this I am thankful.

DRATS CATS! HISS!

It's Thankful Thursday ~ but I'm not too much thankful.  You see the problem is that I do like to visit lots of blogs ~ kitty cat blogs and barking dog blogs.  (Yes, I very much love my woofie friends, there are lots of woofies in my family!)  

This is the problem: I am not a robot (tho mine Mommy says sometimes I act like one, doing the same thing over and over).  And I don't think I am anonymous ... am I?  My name is June, just in case you did not know, and I live here at this blog called Zoolatry (whatever that means) in case you needed to know that, too!  So, see ~ now I should not be anonymous to anyone anymore, right?  So, getting back to the crux of the problem ...

If you have one of those wordpress bloggies...or a dot.com bloggie...or sometimes it says a dot.net bloggie ~ well, I don't know why, but it upsets me a lot, a whole lot!  Cause even when I visit you and love your pictures, or love what you wrote ~ I'm not allowed to tell you so! Drats cats!

It's just not fair.  I cannot comment.  Why?  Like I said, I'm not a robot, and I'm not anonymous, but I am upset, and a bit angry too, so, sorry, but I'm not very thankful today.  Anyway, I'll keep coming by, 'cause I like your blog and I like you!  OK, bye now, meow/hiss.

TODAY is LABOR DAY

After laboring all day on my laptop, keeping up with my blog posting,

making pictures and all that kind of stuff ~ I need to just chill.  A little downtime, you know.

But if I do say so myself, all this "stuff" really is a labor of love.