Summer Life

It's been a rough month for mom. She got sick on the 2nd and is only now getting back into life. She didn't do a whole lot around the house even though she's been on a cleaning kick since reading a book about tidying up your life. It gets kind of scary when she's determined to clean. Is she going to clean us, too?

At the end of July, she finished the last drawer in her dresser. I had to examine the space, you know.

It was perfectly Pilchard sized.

Mom left the drawer open so I could sleep there, if I wanted. Of course, if she's going to take my picture, I don't want to sleep there.

Then, she cleaned out some boxes which she gave to me to examine.

UGH! This is half a size too small. I simply can't lie down in it.

But most of this month has been giving mom cat scans.

She plops down into the recliner, puts up her feet and I join her. She says a purring cat makes being sick not quite so yucky. Just doin' ma job here.

Love,

Pilchard

On second thought, maybe this box isn't so bad. I figured it out overnight.

Clean

I didn't feel well last Monday. While mom was taking her shower to get ready for work, breakfast came up and went all over the rugs she has in the living room. I was so embarrassed, I ran and hid. Mom doesn't seem to mind cleaning up after us, though. She says being sick is part of being alive and it will pass. She was right but I didn't want to eat all day after that. She even came home at noon to check on me and I only ate one of the treats she offered. By evening, I felt better and spending a couple hours in mom's lap when she got home made the icky feeling go away.

Still, it felt bad that mom had to quick wash the rugs ahead of the pants she needed to wear to work. The benefit is clean rugs. I like clean rugs.

Mom was outside shoveling the walk. She leaves the front door open so we can look out and see her. So, I made a nice nest to sit in while I waited for her to be done. I like to attack the rug, chase it around the floor. Mom just scratches her head. "What is it about clean rugs that you guys love?" she asks.

I dunno.

I'm glad she doesn't get mad at me when I have an upset tummy and I really like clean rugs. Do you?

See you next week.

Pilchard

Of Mice and Mouses

Mom's been more crazy than usual lately. She likes to do crafty stuff and this holiday she calls "Christmas" is, she says "sneaking up on her". It means less lap time but soon she'll have some shinies for me to examine. It also means she cleans with a vengeance, moving the furniture, which we don't like, except it makes a new, empty spot on the floor,

and pulling out this vacuum, which we really don't like, to clean stuff. She finds all kinds of things when she cleans.

Okay, so she found some of my toys behind the TV, under the entertainment center, under the recliner and in other nooks and crannies. How does she know that's not where I put them on purpose, so I could find them later?

Santy Claws isn't bringing me new mice this year, is he?

See you next week.

Pilchard.