Sunday is selfie day and The Cat On My Head is once again hosting Sunday Selfie which is a blog hop so hop over there to put your selfie in the blog hop or just laugh…peer at your buds.
Ahh…A lazy Sunday afternoon…feels good to scratch and stretch. What’s that noise on the front porch. Hey you….ya, you furry face. What are you doing on my porch?
Sorry sir but this house looks familiar. Of course its familiar, you pass it everyday and don’t call me sir….I’m a lady cat. Really, I never knew that. Do I live here?
For a shrew’s sake….no way! Do I look like someone you live with? Not really….you would scare me. I’m not scary just emphatic. Geesh….make me feel guilty why don’t you?
You live beside this house. You have no brothers or sisters. Go look at the house next door and it will look very familiar. Thank you sir….I mean madam…um… female kitty. Just get off the porch and go home. Gotcha! Bye!
Who’s ever heard of a cat forgetting where she lives? She’s a kook.
Shoko is cordoning off the crime scene in the laundry room so she said I should take over and pose for the selfie today. She’s assembling pictures of the position of Elton John and measuring the bite marks. She’s thinking of calling in an expert as the blood evidence has her baffled.
The Cat On My Head has their blog hop of anipals showing there selfies. Just hop on over and observe some of the most charming buds in Blogville. One of the few times I ventured outside, mom snapped a picture.
I’m appearing in The Cat On My Head’s bloghop. Click on the blog hop host and look at all my buds posing for you.
Mom told me seagulls were flying over my head. They were flying so fast, they were blurry. Hmmm…I’m wearing my, *you’re full of cwap* expression. MOL
What do you call a gull when it flies over a bay?
I’ve had quite the day my buds. First thing this morning after breakfast, mom and dad brought me to my carrier. Oh Lordy, no….I feel spectacular….I don’t want to go to the vets. Well, my pleas landed on deaf ears and off we went to the *shudder* vets. The vet was that Dr. Bowman again…Dr. Kalyn is so much friendlier. Dr. Bowman is just a young whipper snapper…I trust someone a little older with some experience under their pelt. Dr. Bowman gave me the usual exam…tree trunk up my butt, mining light to see inside my ears and I got
thrown placed on a scale.. I gained almost a whole pound. Mom was so happy. My food allergy has been kicking up so I have scratched a patch of fur from my neck but there are no marks there. As mom was paying for this insult, dad whisked me to the car. When mom returned we were rolling on all fours.
I headed straight for the food when we got home….I have to work at keeping that pound on my bod…I like to see mom smile and laugh. After dining on the ham mom rolls up for me…I call them ham rollups. I know she sticks my arthritis meds in it but I do love ham and most times I can barely taste the meds. MOL
As I was cleaning the ham off my face, mom decided to put me in the stroller. Now, this stroller has been in the house for some time and I’ve looked it up and down, stepped in it and it doesn’t seem to do anything so I was happy to get in the stroller but I started to pace. Mom stuck her scarf beside me and I relaxed with her smell so close to me.
Since I seemed relaxed mom decided we needed a walk outside in the fresh air. I was a little unsure of this idea but I didn’t say anything, just gave mom my, “Really!” look, with huge blue eyes. She got the message, stroked my furs and chattered away to me as she usually does and I laid down.
We walked up near the park and fancy that, the city had put a bench out for mom to sit on since she walked Shoko up here. Someone must have seen her chugging along and thought she needed some place to sit. MOL The smells were awesome. I loved it and wished we lived closer to the bush.