Butter and Winter

Mums is eating butter. Lots of it. Sure, she slathers it on Kavli Crispi Thin toasty things, but there is definitely more butter going on that crispy thing than crispy.

She says it's winter, and she needs to put on her winter coat, just like me. Yes, my neck has gotten thicker, but my waist line is still itsy bitsy. Hers is getting a bit out of control. Maybe this trip (the one she hasn't really told me about yet) is going to be good for her. From what she is packing, it hasn't much to do with winter.

She's Scandinavian, and she says butter is the most important ingredient in being a Scandahovian. I guess I don't care as long as I get my tuna.

Hey, Mums, did you stock up on my tuna treats?

Shiva

Oh-Oh, Something May be Going On!

Mums is really busy right now. She has been doing laundry, cleaning, sorting, and something tells me I am about to be unhappy for a while. I am not sure yet, but I have seen this type A behavior before.

Mums is piling up clothing and supplies. There hasn't been a show of suitcases yet, but I am curious. After all, that is my one job in life - curiosity. And she has been making lots of lists with labels of "Ann" and "Raquel". I think she calls them To-Do lists. Since she doesn't have much to-do besides leave, I am wary to say the least.

I will keep you informed of the next few days, but something tells me the computer will be closed pretty soon. Shit, damn and all that other stuff. I don''t want my Mums and Pops to leave me!!!!

Shiva

Virtual Friends

Come on! Mums has many virtual friends and I have only 3! Please be my friend. All you need to do is send Mums a picture. How difficult is that.

Don't you want to be my friend?

Ears

Pops bought a Scotish blanket years ago. I have adopted it as my own. I love the little bits that hang from the ends of the blanket. Pops likes that it keeps him warm. He is old, after all.

But mostly I want you to look at my ears and my coloring. I am a beautiful multi-colored girl. I have black, white and butter-scotch pudding spots all over my head and body.

But my ears are special. They are quite something, aren't they? I can hear Mums calling me, and I can pretend for hours to ignore her. I can hear Pops making his noises, and while I perk my ears, I ignore him too. Mums ignores his noisss too.

Please don't hate me because I am beautiful.


Shiva.

Company

I am tired of hiding in Pops closet. Mums made turkey dinner for 7 people yesterday. They came early and stayed late. I had to hide all day long. When I finally tried to sneak out to get to my food dish, I was spotted and had to run away again. Criminy! You all were laughing, eating great smelling food, and playing games. And I had to hide.

At least Mums let me sleep in the big bed last night. But then she invited over one of her girlfriends again today. Mums, I was not meant to be social. And I am getting tired of Pop's closet. So please, let's have a day alone tomorrow, just the three of us. I want to bask in the sun, not bask in the dirty clothes.

Shiva

ps - Mums said I should be grateful for what I have, and shouldn't crab so much. What does she think this is - Thanksgiving or something?

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone

I thought I was lazy! Mums is going to the grocery store today to buy a pre-made Thanksgiving dinner. I mean, how easy is it to throw a turkey in the oven.

The mums started ranting and raving. The words, the expressions, the thoughts that were pouring from her mouth. I cannot repeat, she still has a bar of soap laying around with my name on it. But, this is sort of what she said.

Defrost and clean the turkey.Take care of Pops. Chop onions, bread, giblets and mix with stuff. Green beans cleaned and cooked. Take care of Pops. Clean the kitchen. Take care of Pops. Make pastry and filling. Take care of Pops. Clean the kitchen. Make 3 more side dishes and take care of Pops. Set the table. Serve the wine. Carve the turkey.....

And then...

Take care of Pops while washing dishes and cleaning the kitchen.

Okay, Mums, buy the dinner. Just leave me in peace, okay? I don't get to enjoy the dinner, and I don't much like company. Just do what you need to do and then groom me at the end of the day. Okay. Please. I won't call you lazy again.

Shiva

Explaining Minn-ee-sooo-tah

I don't get this winter stuff. One day there is 8 inches on snow on the ground, and a few days later it is raining. Mums almost fell down this morning when she stepped outside to check the weather. (Why she can't listen to the news like Pops does, I will never figure out!)

Mums says we live in Minn-ee-sooo-tah, as if that explains anything. Minn-ee-sooo-tah nice, Minn-ee-sooo-tah weather, Minn-ee-sooo-tah Vikings - she says they are all just a bunch of bull. Actually she said another word after bull, but if I said it she would wash my mouth out with soap.

Mums says she wants to pack up me and Pops and move to somewhere without winter and without a football team. Pops won't hear of living somewhere where there is no football. So I guess we are stuck here, one more year, with all this Minn-ee-sooo-tah crap - a bad football team, crappy and unpredictable winters and people who go around pretending to be nice.

Shiva