Mom just added the binding on this big quilt. She put in on this red chair and went to do something else, but I knew this quilt needed some of my furs.
What better way to do that than to take a bath?
In other news, Mom decided to get me some help in keeping mice outside our house. She hired an ex-term-inator to come over and make sure the mices and mousies stay away. Some dude came over and left some bait traps all over inside the house, left a couple of spiffy traps outside and then sprayed some stuff outside. Mom says I should not be insulted but the ex-term-inators can get to the mices and mousies in places neither of us can reach.
I'm good with that. Now it's time for me to take a nap on this nice comfy quilt.
It's Spring in not-quite-sunny New Hampster. Mom has been to the big box hardware stores and bought dirt and herbies, which she will be planting when it isn't raining outside. Me? I keep finding new quilts that need my Quality Assurance checks and need an even distribution of my furs.
I've been spending a lot of time on the front porch watching the birds and everything else. It isn't quite warm enough to leave the window to the porch open all the time, but Mom has moved a kitty hammock out there for me for the good days. I hope you are enjoying your Springtime!
I am fine! The weather is getting warmer, the snow is almost gone and Mom lets me out on the porch every day now. Sometimes I can stay out there for half an hour!
But you know it's not all fun and games, I have to do the Quality Assurance checks on all her quilts, and omicat, has she been prolific this past year. I'm pretty sure I've had to do these checks on a dozen quilts! This particular one is the second one this week! It's a good thing I'm an expert. It's a tough job, but somecat has to do it.
I am feeling much better. I have been eating everything in my food dish, and I even got treats last night. I am sleeping well and I haven't been bumping into things. I'm still not quite at 100 per cent but I'm much better. I even meowed at Mom this morning, but softly. My meow-er is still a little stiff and sore. Scritches, of course, are always welcome.