Monday, September 15, 2014

Mitten Monday

 
Hi there!  Did you know that my mom forgot our Blogoversary?   On September 5th, 2008, I started my blogging career because I couldn't keep my paws away from a keyboard.   And my mom forgot.
 
::sob::
 
I've had 1393 posts!!!!   I think that's kinda cool.   So that's my good news.
 
I need to let you all in on a little issue I've been having.  
 
I stopped singing.  I have not composed a sock song in over a month.   Mom and dad are concerned.  I seem fine and all that...I eat, I sleep, I purrr....I play.  But no singing.
 
Mom just started singing to me to see if that will help.   Although she tries and she is off key...I love it when she sings.  I purr and I rub on her.  It's really quite sweet given that she has no hope of being a world class opera singer like I am.
 
I'm just in a creative slump.   It could be that with the warmer weather, the supply of super aromatic fleecy socks is seriously lacking.   Summer socks and sandals are just not the same.
 

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Society of Feline Gardeners- Thursday in the Garden with Jonesie



 
::Meowwww::
 
Welcome back to my garden!   There is lots of good stuff to eat and I'm feeling the satisfaction of feeding my family.   We have corn and beets and carrots....oh so much!  We even have extra goodies to share with the neighbors.  I am so proud.

 
I still try to get the others to help me but it's an uphill battle.  Ginger and Cecilia mostly like to hang out and watch me do the gardening.

 
As promised yesterday, here are my pinot noir grapes.  I have caught my mom sneaking bites.  She said they are delicious but I'm putting my paw down and telling her to save them for our first batch of experimental wine.  With me purring over the process, it will turn out fine.

 
Here is a glimpse of our fennel.   I've seen mom and dad eating it in salads.  I have no interest but as long as they are happy, I purrrr.



Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Dirty Boy


 
Did you know that our my grapes are almost ready to harvest?   I think it's cool but it's also a bit funny because my mom and dad are still trying to figure out what to do.   I mean, they've made beer before but they've never made wine.   I wonder if they'll let me stomp the grapes with my paws?

 
While all that is being figured out, I'm doing my part to make sure as much dirt as possible is ground into my furs.  I think it makes me look extra mancatly.

 
Jonesie says she'll show you the grapes up close on Thursday.