She coughed up hairballs on the carpet three times tonight.  I think she was trying to tell me something.
 

What?  What’s that you say, Mom?  Li’l ol’ me on the blog?  She told me that Boo has been getting way too much coverage lately.  Right between hairball #1 and hairball #2.

Aw shucks, Mom.  I get to be the Star of the Blog today?  If I’d known it would get me noticed, I’d have coughed up……..  But you get the picture.  And so did I.  If there’s one thing I don’t need around here, it’s an upset kitty.  So I decided it was high time you saw a few more pics of Miss Kitty.

Miss Kitty is really Dear Hubby’s kitty.  He affectionately calls her “Missy.”  She arrived with him when he returned from Tulsa where he had been working for 14 months.  He told me he wasn’t going to bring her home with him.  But they had bonded and I wasn’t surprised to see her when he pulled in the driveway in our big motorhome.  She’s been here for just over a year now.  And one of these days she’s going to like me.  I’ve been working on her.  For some reason she just doesn’t understand what a big huge cat lover I am.  And even though I give her treats, she’s still not sure she likes me.  But she is the “other woman” after all.  Or maybe it’s me who is the other woman.  At least in her little cat head.  She has the biggest purr you’ve ever heard in your life.  Her whole body gets involved in purring.

Doesn’t she look like a lion?  She really does have a beautiful “mane.”  And she can be quite sweet.  When she isn’t biting my arm off. 

She learned to appreciate quilts even while she was living in the motorhome.  And she claims them as hers, just as any good cat would.

Here she is doing her early morning exercises.  Crunches for Kitties…. 1 and 2 and 1 and 2 and……

Do you suppose she knows what trouble lurks just beneath her here?  I think she’s oblivious……

She’s laying beside me on the couch as I type this.  Sleeping.  I think she’s warming up to me.  She’s been in the house more this summer because of the heat, so maybe that contact with me has helped?  Or maybe she’s just plotting to grab my arm and dig her claws in to tear the flesh off.  I am the other woman after all.  She may never forget that no matter how nice I am.

But who could resist those big blue eyes……

Loving my kitties,
Barb