August 14, 2006

Hello, it's Monday

Monday and all is quiet. The sun is shining. The Chitterer is still not talking about Mr. Squirrel. The birds are happy. Lots of good napping to do... The phone rang a couple of times today, but it was just friends of mama. No jobbies. And she's already checked today's listings, and no jobs to apply for. Sigh.

She shared her sandwich at lunch, though!

:-)

There is this tag game going on, and everyone knows the rules and almost everyone has played, so, since we have been tagged a couple of times, I will tell you 5 things about me:

1. Shhh. I am afraid of real mousies. Please don't tell.
2. No belly rubs hardly at all. Pats are okay.
3. I purr very quietly.
4. When I was a kitten, I would not eat anything given me by hand. Boy, has that changed.
5. I hate collars, and get rid of them as fast as I can. Mama has given up on them. Yeah.

And about my mama:

1. She doesn't like real mousies either. What a pair we are.
2. She reads too much. We need more pay attention to me time.
3. We need a daddy. More attention time for me.
4. Sometimes she forgets she's a diabetic. Bad mama!
5. She hates to clean.

Anyone who hasn't played and would like to, go ahead.

Love, brandi

7 comments:

The Meezers said...

our mommy furgets she's a diabetic too - and then she gets real sicky and we has to yell at her.

Edsel/The Pooch said...

my Mom hates to clean too and she's not even diabetic!

William said...

Was it something fun like tuna or ham?

We're sorry nothing's come around yet for your mom. We keep wishing and hoping!

DEBRA said...

Sounds like a good day!

Drop by and visit --it's our one year anniverrsarrry today!

*ABBY

Grr, Midnight & Cocoa said...

our Lady hates ta clean too, an we loves ta make messes, so you can 'magine what our house looks like!

nels, ed, nitro, and/or xing said...

nelson lapurr sez:

brandi, don't feel bad about the mousie thing. years ago, when uncle eeker was boss kitty, he told me the same thing about himself.

one time, He brought a dedded one down from the attic and swung it by the tail at unkie. unkie didn't waste any time--he headed for the hills (which in those days, were in the laundry room behind the dryer). all the beans laughed, but us kitties felt sorry for him.

later, unkie slunk out and whapped the bejaybers out of cousin midnight, and then everything was all right again.

please come visit us sometime--we are always glad to see some more bloggin' kitties!

The Tower Hill Mob said...

Our Mum hates to clean,too. She says she's intentionally making a cat fur rug from our shedding.
We're still praying for you both.