Sunday Selfie: I Like It Here

I confess I have come to have a certain fondness for the Hostess. She is very good with the foods and the nice soft places to sleep, and the cuddles. She's a little less good about playing with my favorite wand toys, though she will do if I ask nicely. 

My time with her is growing short, though, as my Real Mama will be coming to get me a week from today. The Hostess is also looking forward to the exciting arrival of prospective furever cats! But she'll have more to say about that after I take off for my new digs. 

I think I look super pretty in this picture, sleeping next to her on my very own chair. I hope all the Kitties and the Humans are having a nice weekend. I know I am!

 

Sunday Selfie: Mama Was Here!

My Mama came over to visit me on Friday night and she had the bestest news! 

She found a new apartment for us to live in starting May 1st, and it even has 

a nice back yard with a garden! 

I am so excited 'cause I miss her so much! This lady here, my Hostess, isn't mean or stingy with the foods or brushies or nuffing like that, but she is not my Mama and she just doesn't know all the secret places I like to be petted or the special codes I have with my Mama. I mean, it's not her fault or anything, and I have been well-cared-for, but . . . I will be so happy to be with my real Mama, real soon!

 

For Marg

 

Maggie and the McChonkersons say,"Happy Easter & Passover, Peeps and Kitties!"

Magic offers apologies for Grayson who was clearly too involved with his breakfast 

to look up, and wishes to remind everyone that she, at least, has some manners.

Monday Morning Food Coma

 

I seem to have recovered my feline sense of calm and comfort. This lady is good with the foods, and the pets, and the playtimes and the brushies, but not so great with this blogging stuff. I never know when I might have the opportunity to chat with y'all. 

I don't really have too much to say except my Real Mom* visits me once a week. I really, really lubs her and I can't wait for her to find a new home for us. Meanwhile, this place is cushy enough. 

Also, she says this is a Tardy Sunday Selfie, whatever that means. Nobody tells me nuffing.

*

See? My Mom loves me lots.

Sunday Selfie: Sing* Along If You Must

My Hostess wrote me a song. But I suspect she stoled it.

I woke up, Maggie, I think you got somethin' to say to me

It's 2:00 a.m. and I really should go back to sleep

I know you're feelin' confused, but I'm not really amused

Oh Maggie, I wish you'd learned a softer meow

The wee small hours when you start to roam really make me mad

But that don't worry you none, you just say, Too darn bad!

You laugh at all of my pleas, when I'm beggin' on my knees

Oh Maggie, guess I'll love you anyhow

You made a Zombie of me right quick

With your late-night bellowing shtick

You stole my sleep, guess I'll learn to live without

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I'm Not Fat, I'm Fluffy. . .Oh Wait . . .

All right, I know I'm a Big Girl. But beyond a certain point, the When-are-you-due questions just aren't all that amusing, right?

I am a Fine Feline Specimen and while I am feeling grateful and even affectionate toward my Hostess, her lap is--well, shall we say well-padded? Glass houses and all.

And just by-the-by, there's another orange tabby living in this room! And she talks my language! The Hostess gently explained the concept of "mirror" to me, but I think she might be having me on.