Cattititude

Me: Scrawn, why aren't you posting anymore?

Scrawn: Mother....did you NOT see the horrendous picture Purries posted of me last time? How can I face my readers?!? Why does Purries have to post? Blogging was MY thing. She always has to copy me and embarrass me. What a loser!

Me:  She loves you! Wow, Scrawn, look how big you've gotten! I think I see some back fat over here...

Scrawn: What? Where?
Me: WHOA! Look at all that kitty!

Scrawn: WAIT! Are you like, seriously, taking my picture????

If you blog this, you are SO no longer my mother!!!

Partying Like She's 9 years old!

Today my baby girl turned 9 years old (yes, that is a dog cake) . We have been through thick and thin. Good and Bad. She's always been there to lick away my tears and try to purr me back to happiness.

People will say she's just a cat. But as you can see, she's not just any cat (She's getting ready to blow out the candle on her cake for crying out loud, how ordinary is that?). She's very special and I tell her all the time that she HAS to outlive me.
It still amazes me that I've had this little life that I am responsible for. Yeah, I know I have 5 kids now...but hello, my cat who depends on me completely made it to 9 years old. I've kept her alive and healthy for 9 years. That's a miracle! I remember her from day 1, she was a little itty bitty newborn, her mother had just given birth to her in a box in our garage. She was and still is so beautiful!

She's sitting here, curled up next to me, too pooped to keep her eyes open. (She partied hard, but those pictures are top secret, she doesn't want the scandal).

Even though she's not happy with her new pest of a brother, Mook, she still allowed him to have a piece of cake. Too bad she didn't extend the invite to her sisters. lol

Happy Birthday Scrawnie-brat!

The day Scrawn almost killed me...

The prenatals have really been doing a number on me. I think it's the iron because I'm anemic and iron has always made me feel awful.

I spent most of my time falling asleep every time I sat down this weekend. Not much fun.

Except for Saturday when Scrawn tried to kill me. You see that picture above. That's Scrawn, on an electric throw. You see that little remote control thingy next to her. It controls the throw.
Saturday I was so exhausted after getting Hubs up I drug myself to the sofa where I plopped down and fell asleep. I fell asleep in such a way that this electric throw was bunched under me and I had pulled a piece of it over me.

Let me emphasize that the throw WAS NOT ON.

This girl, this cat right here... she's too smart for her own good. She turned it on...HIGH. Then she laid on top of me. I could not wake up to save myself. I tried and tried and I could hear Hubs and the kids and I kept trying to talk. I couldn't. Finally when I was able to push her and the throw off of me and cool down some, I could get up. I was drenched in sweat from the waist up. It sucked.

This cat, Scrawnie girl, she's just really good at working gadgets. Too good. She used to work my cd player. She prefers Jewel-- I believe it's the Pieces of Me cd that is her favorite.

You can even see in the picture above she HAS the remote. Her eyes are challenging me to try and take it away from her.

Crazy isn't it?