Fun in the Sun

It was a VERY nice day today! I decided to let Spooky out in the daytime to soak up some sun. She was loving it.

Modeling AND watching birds. She's quite the multi-tasker.

Here she's telling Clippy to "Shut Up!" He was freaking out because he didn't know who I was and I think he was trying to convince Spooky to get down from the fence.

Messing around

I'm still having fun uploading things from my phone! Wheee!

Here's Spooky cuddling with her blanket. It's cold in the house since the door was open for the Clippy-miester.

Here's Spooky being suspicious of the new neighbors who were (are) making loud noises. They still aren't as bad as the 2 year old...ugh!

Shipping Spooky to Korea

This was taken a while ago. She crawled in the box AND buried herself under all the packing material. Crazy girl...

The Spooky and Clippy Show! EPISODE 1: The Secret

CLIPPY:Hey, Spooky! Where you at?

SPOOKY:Dude, I told you not to call me here.
My people might see you and start going "awww."
You KNOW I hate it when they do that. It's so annoying...

CLIPPY:Yeah...Why do they do that?...
SPOOKY:Nevermind! Listen, I don't have all day.
I have sticks to chase and whatnot. Whadidya want to tell me, huh?

CLIPPY:It's a secret! You can't tell anyone but yesterday ...*whisper**whisper*... I saw *whisper*...and I was like *whisper**whisper*


SPOOKY:WHAT?! Wow....I can't believe it. Tommy Tabby isn't clipped??? He still has his "buttons"???
CLIPPY:SHHHH!!! Someone might hear you!!


CLIPPY:Hey! Whereya goin?!
SPOOKY:Um...nowhere! Sorry, gotta go! Busy busy day ahead of me! Better get started!
(...I have to tell Squeeky Squirrel, she's going to get a kick out of this!! I wonder what they look like?...)


CLIPPY:Aw crap.
I hope she doesn't tell Squeeky. That Squirrel squeaks her big fat mouth to everyone.
Tommy Tabby's gonna kick me in the "buttons"...

the end

Case of the Mondays, er Saturdays...

Today sucked hard.  

Yeah, it's Monday after the week-long shutdown, that could be the main reason why I felt so sorry for myself all day. But I really think my crappy mood was caused by the events of this past Saturday:

After dutifully feeding the cats in the morning, I decided to go get the mail.  Once I stepped outside the building, I heard meowing -- above my head.  Curious, I looked up above the door to see where the kitty was -- only to realize it was my very own Spooky on top of the roof, meowing at our upstairs neighbor and her cats!! Stupid Spooky!

She somehow managed to climb up there -- but didn't know how to get down.  The very nice neighbor-lady popped out her window-screen to save naughty Spooky for me (I was ready to leave the little brat up there).  Of course, Spooky was all too willing to shred her rescuer to ribbons, but the cat-lady-neighbor deftly and firmly grabbed Spooky by the scruff of her neck, keeping her somewhat subdued.

As punishment, we grounded Spooky (she's not allowed to go outside) and ignored her for a while.  She couldn't handle the silent treatment, so she started biting Alma and sitting on me:

That evening, I watched The Dark Knight and was horribly disappointed.  That was a really dumb movie.  Barely any dialogue, no in-depth story lines (although there was so much there to work with!), and too many explosions/car chases/gadgets.  It was obviously made for male audiences.

The night was then rounded out with my friends telling me I look old and have ugly hair. What great friends I have! Thanks a lot.

As a result, all I could do at work today was worry that the cat-lady-neighbor must be pissed at us since her window-screen isn't popping back into place correctly (this morning I noticed it wasn't in all the way) and worry that my face and hair are as disappointing as my friends think they are.

:(

Hopefully tomorrow will be better...

I love you, Isa Munky Pants

Rest in peace, little Isa Queen. We miss you very much already. You were the most beautiful cat I've ever known. You always comforted us when we were sick, sad, mad, you name it! You loved to eat human food at the dinner table, bathe in the sun, and do the "upward-facing cat" yoga pose. You gave us sock and panty-babies as gifts, and we loved every single one of them. I will miss the smell of your clean fur, your pink and black "bean" toes, the color of your pink tongue against the black and white of your outfit, your purr-box that always made me feel sleepy, the way you meowed, and the funny bump on your nose. You'll be in my heart and dreams always. I hope you're frolicking in heaven with Koli-bubba and White-Kitty eating lots of chicken and Temptations.

Sorry Alma!

I still chuckle to myself about the time I found my sister's diary.
She was probably only 6 years old, and me, the big mean older sister, not only went into her room, stole her diary, and read it -- I went so far as to show my whole family and proclaim "Alma misspelled Diary!! She's writing to the Milk Man!."

Yes, she had written "Dear Dairy" on every single entry. Ahhhh, I still find it hilarious. Alma is still traumatized from the event and now only writes in locked journals.