feliz cumpleaños

Happy Birthday Schmutzie!

el juego de la espera

we are waiting. today is quite exciting, it's the day schmutzie is expected home. unfortunately, there were some issues with the travel, and i'm/we (kitties) are not exactly sure of when we'll see her.

but, in the meantime, we will just chill.

there's not been many photo opportunities today, ... well, at least not yet. Mac is outside, "enjoying" the cold and damp, and Rocky is chasing his own shadow.

i swear i will deny this, but i do (kinda) think kittens are cute ... and then they grow up to be cool cats.

total denial, i swear!

so, we "wait" ....



Rocky waits


Mac waits


and i wait too.

dearest Schmutzie, tomorrow is your birthday, which is a mere 4 hours away in my time zone. but, i don't know which time zone you're in right now. we need to "go out" and celebrate!

sueño se subestima

i moved my party upstairs two nights ago, so schmutzie's bed would be fresh & ready for her. let's just say Rocky doesn't care much for closed doors ...



out in the hall, the door on the left is the bedroom, and on the right ... there's a certain fish safely stashed away, and in the center ... a determined kitten.

a los diecisiete días

if this was the only casualty of the day (the hand soap in the sink), then it's been a pretty darn good day! or, i've just not yet discovered "the bodies".

i was trying to grab some quick photos this morning, as Rocky was going bonkers between the sofa and the curtains.






he was going nuts! he does this a lot. he dives behind the sofa, and pulls himself up the backside with his claws. and then he turns and "plays" with the curtains, and then does it all over again.

all the while, Mac is just perched on the cable box observing the mayhem.

día dieciséis

you might notice a theme here ... as my little "helper" has his paws into everything! i'm trying to get ready for schmutzie's homecoming. i must convert this bachelor pad into a cleaner aura of serenity.

tonight, i've cleaned surfaces and did laundry. i moved my "bed" upstairs so schmutzie can plop into her bed with clean sheets. and of course, i had a helper every step of the way ...


i stripped the bed, and made a pile of the sheets on the floor. the entire time, Rocky was rolling around and sliding with the sheets. i had to be very careful to not put him in the washer, as he almost matches the sheets.

and remember the mess he made in the bathroom with the toilet tissue? i did my best to swiffer it up, but Rocky kept grabbing at the swiffer & debris.


the placemats have been hidden from kitty view, and the glass table has been windex'd. here's proof of his involvement of killing the placemats daily ...


and the food! i have no idea what happened here ... whether my little friend wanted to see what would happen if he gave the plate a good whack, or if he and Mac were rough housing ... regardless, there were kibbles all over the floor, and water too.


and lastly, my fishy needed some attention. he really needed his tank cleaned, so off to the bathroom we went while his home got refreshed.


he's back in his tank, happy & safe! (because that room is off limits to felines)


and of course, my little companion begged for Rocket (my fishy). no way!


oh, by the way, can you see the text in the cat dish? here's a different view ... which sums up my role ;)


well, Mac is wise & outside. the rain has stopped. it is much warmer. i imagine he'll want to come back in at some point when he's hungry.

Lo siento

oh Mac, i am sincerely sorry. but, it's getting close for time for me to head out to work, and you've already been out 3 times this morning. besides, it's raining! you don't really want to go out, do you?!



yes, you're spending the rest of the day (until tonight when i'm back) indoors with your bestest buddy!

hilo

yarn.

the yarn is not safe. not here.

last night, i was knitting on my sock. i was happily knitting along, and then i got to a place where the yarn was wet, and as thin as a hair.

i had to break it and join a new section.

i know we can guess the culprit.

because today, here he is again ...


ha! that's not my sock yarn. it's some acrylic i was playing with today. but still, here he is, trying to chew it up!

i wanted to share a picture of my sock progress though (the sock which yarn he "ate").

but, before i could take a proper picture, i needed to do some "house work".






i had to repaint my nails. it's been awhile, and Rocky liked the smell of the toxic fumes. but what did he like more? ... my yarn & needles!

quince dias

the boys have snacked on some shrimp, so i think they're satisfied for the moment. Mac is outside exploring, and Rocky is inside looking for something to "play" with.

about ten days ago, he was playing with this ...


i found the larger chunk last night, so i think i have all the pieces to be able to superglue the handle back onto the lid.

i had a crazy dream last night, and there was no ambien involved. of course now, my memory of the dream is just as fragmented as the dream itself.

first of all, i dreamed i found stuart had been decapitated. gruesome i know. the top part of his head was all i found. the rest of him was missing.


i dreamed i woke up, and discovered the front door wide open, and the house empty. completely empty.


who knows where these dreams & thoughts come from ... there's more, but these were the only parts that were disturbing.

after i got up this morning, and realized the house wasn't empty, and stuart was still intact, i let Mac out to enjoy the 30* weather.


Rocky was inside playing with the curtains.


he spotted his buddy outside ...








of course, you already know how the story ends when Mac comes back inside!

las otras cosas

this is just me trying to catch up on photos ... there's an endless supply here. really.



this is the feather that choked up Rocky and made him spit up in a couple of places.


this is how innocent he looks when he's hanging out looking totally photogenic !

yarn. lovely yarn! i had ordered this awhile back, and had it delivered to my mom's ... but ... she was mailing me another package with 'more than yarn' and i'm so happy to have both! these two colors will be used in a singular sock project ... with colors that completely contrast!
when the yarn came, i unwrapped it on the counter and Rocky completely wrapped himself in the tissue ... on the counter!


there's more. there's always more .....

sábado

when i was a kid, saturday meant cartoons! now, saturday means "i will do bare minimum". i got up (sorta) and went to my saturday morning meeting. then, i came back here to have breakfast, and gather my things for going out to the knit shop.

i did not stay out as long, as it's such a beautiful day here. i wanted to be "here" with the kitties, and the quiet, and the daylight.


so, inside, all is quite. Rocky is snoozing on the velvet chair. he awakes ....


he stretches ...


i let Mac in.


he doesn't know what to do. is he bored?

he goes looking for Rocky.


........ and then mayhem ensues !!!

Gracias a Dios es Viernes

that means, "TGIF!". good GRIEF it was a long day.

at work, i talk to people from all parts of the country. the biggest question of the day was, "where are you located?" (them, asking me). i haven't watched the news, but i do understand the snow is a big story. i wouldn't mind some snow either, since i'm finally "at home".

and, oh so late ... both kitties waiting at the door. the food bowl empty, the water sour. poop in the tub, and vomit in two places. shit.

well, that's what happens when you're gone for an 11 hr. shift + commute. shit happens.

now? Mac is outside soaking up the stars and cold air. Rocky ... he's my hero! there was an itty bitty kakerlake in the shower, so i showed it to Rocky.



see the itty bitty dark spot? that's the dead kakerlake. GO ROCKY!

he gets a hall pass tonight. i won't rat out all the other things he's done. though, i suspect the vomit was his ... it was clear, and had peacock feathers in it. he's been tearing up that peacock feather for days now. guess it tickled his throat too much?


it's late, but i poured myself a glass of wine. i want to knit on something and catch an episode on my netflix, but i'm not sure what to knit, and i feel a bit wired too.


well, Mac just came in, and the usual shenanigans ensued. Rocky's so happy so see Mac, who he's apparently not gotten enough of being closed in all day with, that he has to antagonize Mac.


so, as usual, Mac comes in, has a few nibbles of food, and then runs back to the door!

so, out he goes, because i feel so guilty for being gone for so many hours. BUT, it's friday. i have the weekend. tomorrow i will go to my meeting in the morning. come back here and do some housework and have breakfast, and likely go hang out at the yarn store for awhile.


oh, here's my sock ... not the best picture, but it is progress ... and now i'm past the gusset and on the foot!