Read to Me

One of the things mom did a lot last year, was read. I love it when she reads. I get lap time.

I don't even mind that she balances her book on me while she reads. It's all about being in mom's lap. Sometimes, she reads out loud from the book she's reading. I don't get what she's talking about, but she gives nice ear scritches when she's reading.

She does complain that I get cat furs all over.

Pffft. Every book should have cat fur in it. It adds to the value.

Love,

Pilchard

What Is This?

Mom got this thing called an "ipad". She says it's to help her be more productive about posting to this blog and her personal blog. She can post photos and type all kinds of stuff while sitting in her recliner with her feet up. Of course, that means I can commandeer her lap, but we'll see if negotiation is needed with this new toy.

Mom said she got something for us, too.

She said I'm supposed to bat at the fishes. Huh? What?

Boring. I sniffed it but there weren't any treats there so I went back to my snooze.

Does your mom have one of these ipad thingees? Do you play with the fish on the screen? I actually think mom had more fun poking at the fake fish than I would.

Love,

Pilchard

A Day In My Life

When momma gets up, this is where she usually finds me.

I'm on the bottom corner. It's my spot.

Sometimes, I have to walk up to her ear and meow, repeatedly, loudly, because there's this problem in the kitchen.

Isn't this horrible? Momma sometimes just scratches my ears and tells me "it will be okay. You won't starve. I'm tired", and then she rolls over and goes back to sleep. Oh the horror. But I endure and she gets up.

She heads for the shower (What is with humans who HAVE to stand in water!?) and I go into the living room to wait.

Her friend, Chris, sent her a bunch of things that came in nifty boxes. I have claimed this one. She'll mess around in the kitchen to make breakfast so I move from the box to the cat tree.

I just sit and wait because I know what comes next.

It doesn't matter if it's a week day, when momma goes off to work, or the weekend, when she decides what task to do after breakfast, it's always the same.

TREATS! Sometimes I jump down off the tree and take my treats on the bottom. Sometimes I take them on the shelf where I was sitting.

During the weekends, when momma is home, she does a lot of things in the living room. I like to supervise her tasks.

There is the added advantage of being right at ear scratching height, too. But all this attention can be annoying so I let momma know that I'm tired of ear scratching and she can supervise herself.

Eventually, I move back to the bed and get really comfortable.

The tail goes one way, with room to move, and my feet go another way, with room to stretch out.

On weekends, momma does laundry and that means I get to sleep in the clothes.

Momma's nice that she doesn't care about furs on clothes and she'll even tell me, when she dumps the clothes on the bed, "Here you go, Pilchard."

Sometimes, momma will clean and use the bed to sort things, like she did on Monday night.

She had all these really nice piles of paper on the bed. Mija and I simply could not resist.

After a day of naps, more naps, food, nap, and ear scratching, momma will sit down in her recliner. I get lap time. That's when we really have quality time, her and I.

She watches TV, I get everything scratched and I get another nap. Momma says this time is best. Sometimes, even she falls asleep.

So, that's my day. What's yours like?

Pilchard

Ahhhhhhh

Mom's back. I have been following her around to sleep next to where she is.

She's nice because she put this towel over the chair to make it comfy for me. When she sits at the computer, I get scratches.

But the best part of mom being back?  Lap time!!!

I got her lap for a whole hour and a half last night.

She made me shift positions at one point because she said I was cutting off the circulation in her foot. Pffft. What's more important here, my comfort or hers?

See you next week.

Pilchard

The Ritual

Mom goes to work at approximately the same time every day and comes home at about the same time every day. We girls appreciate the sameness of those things. When mom has to go in early or comes home late, our whole day is off.

The two of us have a ritual every evening when mom gets home. She does a couple of chores and then sits down in her recliner to watch the news or to read. She says elevating her legs for a bit helps with her rheumatoid arthritis, but I think she does it for a more important reason. Lap time!

I get to sit in her lap and she scratches my ears and chin and shoulders. Oh my is that good.

Yup, yup. That's the spot, right by that left ear there. I hang around for an hour or so and then mom has to get up and cook herself some supper. I don't know why she can't just eat the stuff she gives to us. We like it. I tell you what. When we don't have ear scratching and lap time in the afternoon after she comes home, I complain, loudly.

So, do you get special time daily for ear scratches or do you have to let your people know they have neglected their duties? It can take awhile to train these humans, don't you think?

See you next week.

Pilchard