Selfie Sunday rears its head once again. Pop over to The Cat On My Head and join in her blog hop of anipals and admire the others posing for you.This week our kitty of the selfie variety is Kali. Thank you Shoko. These pictures were taken with the use of a remote selfie stick. I stuck the stick up against the lamp and clicked until there were some good photos. Granted you can’t see my face but you know it’s me from the velvety white coat of mine.
Mom introduced me to the unstinky hypoallergenic wet food. I wasn’t about to touch this garbage.
Well, if you insist mom. It doesn’t smell yummy though.
Hey, this isn’t bad,,,nom nom! It needs a smell though.
We have a treat for our friends today. An interview with Ling-Ling, the beautiful Siamese cat from Elaine Faber’s series on Mrs. Agnes Odboddy. The first book is called : Mrs. Odboddy: Hometown Patriot. This lady is so sweet and harmless looking but watch out citizens of Newbury. Ling- Ling, what a unique name. What does it mean? Who really knows? It could mean, ‘who put broccoli in my bowl?’ Or, ‘someone is sleeping in my chair.’ A rose by any other name… Mrs. Odboddy can call me anything, as long as she calls me to dinner…
From my understanding, it wasn’t your choice to live with Agnes Odboddy. What was your first reaction when you met Mrs. Odboddy? Agnes rescued me when Lily Jengu and her family went to the Japanese Internment Camp. My first thought was relief that I wouldn’t be homeless. Second thought was, no more sushi and fish soup. Now, I’d have to eat ox tails and kidneys. I had no idea cow innards were so tasty.
What kind of lovin’ does Mrs. Odboddy give? She seems so busy searching for Nazi spies and evil plots against the war effort, one must wonder if her cream still rises to the top. Mrs. Odboddy isn’t exactly the ‘lovin’ type.’ She is too busy rolling bandages, collecting cans, volunteering at the Ration Office and on the Coast Watch or chasing bad guys.
What happened with those chickies? Is it true you jumped in and killed a chicken? You, a beautiful cross-eyed Siamese would kill a chicken? What happened to it? Now, I ask you? What self-respecting Siamese killing-machine would allow six chickens to reside in the bathroom and not perpetrate a Black-Ops mission? Of course I snagged one of the feathered fowl. I would have eaten it too, except Agnes’s boyfriend took it away from me and put it in the garbage can. What a waste!
Ling-Ling, did you find Agnes Odboddy’s weird lifestyle grew on you and you woke up wondering what would happen today?She certainly kept my head spinning. Agnes was involved with the doings at the First Church of the Evening Star and Everlasting Light, volunteered for every imaginable war effort, and tried to expose conspiracies. There was no telling what she might do on any given day. And, should I tell you about the day. Mrs. Roosevelt came to a funeral in town? Oh my goodness, didn’t that turn into a fiasco? How could I possibly keep up?
Do you get treats Ling-Ling? I know there is a war going on and Mrs. Odboddy uses her ration book for the popular items such as sugar and coffee but what about bacon or something as good….does she share with you? I don’t think I’ve ever tasted bacon. I get lots of cream. That’s the thick stuff that separates from the milk and comes to the top in the milk jug. It’s real yummy. Agnes says that’s why I have such beautiful blue eyes and soft fur. Maybe when the war is over, I’ll learn about bacon. Until then, if your friends want to know more about me, Agnes and her lovely granddaughter, Katherine, they can buy the e-book, Mrs. Odboddy – Hometown Patriot, at Amazon for $3.99. I think they’d like us.
SHOKO…..BLACK RIGHT SIDE
LING-LING…….BLUE LEFT SIDE
May your chicken never mate with a cement mixer. You don’t need to raise a brick layer.
The day started off just right. Mom,Kali and I staggered into the kitchen for our brekkie. We were just as sleepy as mom as she opened our Fancy Feast and then sat down to have her tea. Yum…beef flavoured, my favourite. Kali gobbled down hers and politely waited for me to leave so she could chow down on the rest of mine. She was so nice and didn’t push me outta the way. I left her more than I normally would, just to say ,”thanks for not being so pushy sis.”
Mom then put my favourite dvd on and I watched the colourful birds for quite awhile. It suddenly occurred to me that I don’t normally get this kind of treatment…what gives? Hmmm…I know this is leading up to something.
I then cuddled down in my basket to join Kali in a well deserved nap. All of sudden this weird sound scared me. You will not believe what I saw my friends. It was only the biggest rat in history!
I was shocked by mom’s reaction. She just stood and laughed! You wait and see who’s laughin’ when that rat dude goes pooh on the floor, mother!
This huge garbage picker was fast as lightening and ran around the livingroom without even breathing hard. Then he disappeared.
I looked everywhere but no sign of the dirty rat. So I settled down, once again.
Mom opened the sliding glass door and I smelled Cow Kitty. Cow Kitty never meows out loud just moves his mouth…forming the words. He ran in and played with his cheese and mice and then the rat came out from hiding. I decided to pretend I heard nothing and was fast asleep.
Cow Kitty wasn’t the least bit afraid of the cwappy rat. Mom is sorry if the picture is a little fuzzy but Cow Kitty is one active guy.
There was a whacky and a crashy and Cow Kitty threw the rat over to our crunchies…the dang rat was going to eat our food. Mom quickly scooped the rat up and he disappeared. Cow Kitty left soon after and we could finally drift into a peaceful dream world.