We can't talk long, I am going to Isis's teaparty and Goldie is going to hang out in the cat condo with Ramses and the other Mancats. The Pm and the wee ones are going away overnight and we don't care. We have plans too.

"Come on Goldie, you look fine. No, I can't really see your mats. Well... don't sit that way...curl your tail around...there, perfect Mancat stance."

Bye

Shade~ We had a quiet weekend. Goldie seems a bit solemn. He is either sleeping or incessantly asking for treats. The PM and the wee ones were out snowshoeing and he actually had to be coaxed outside. I, of course, simply watched from my bed. If you need large wooden feet add-ons to walk outside, I am having nothing of it.

I see Goldie overheard me talking to myself and blew it all out of proportion. He loves the drama so he looks for it everywhere. I was just brainstorming a bit as I was thinking of writing a romance novel. Everyone likes a bit of intrigue with their love. Right, my fellow lady cats?

I also spent time helping the PM with her sewing endeavors. See how I use my voluptuousness to gently press the fabric.



Here is the finished product. I can't believe she gave it to the Nanny, I thought it would look nice propped up next to my bed.

What is it? I can use the computer now? OK.

Wow, I have been power napping for a few days now. Gathering my strength and letting the stress go away on the wings of my dreams. Feeling better and ready to rumble with anything...in the house.

I am bit worried about Shade though. She has been bit by the green monster of envy and it is not good. I got a lot of attention this week for my kitty drama and she's feeling left out. I overheard her talking to herself, she thought I was still napping and she has an idea. She is planning a mock kidnapping with our crazy cat neighbor, Canon. She's envisioning all the concern if she goes missing for the day. Well...Canon is not really playing with a full bag of toys if you know what I mean. He refuses to use the door and has to have a window open for him to enter and exit the house. He is also a great hunter...of worms. Yuck!!!! That's what he goes out for, to dig these slimy things up and he brings them back inside. I wouldn't want to put my life in his paws, that is for sure. I don't think this great plan will get too far.

I now want to introduce you to my new toys. Ah yes, we have the Feather Ball Twizzler and the Flying Seagull Wand. I am going to tackle them this weekend. I'll invite Shade to join me, that'll get her mind off of that crazy scheme.

Ok, I don't want to be friends with a fox, I don't wish to live with them for the day. I am thinking about making a move back to the city.

I was feeling OK to go out, as long as there were no carpets in the vicinity. I normally just run out and right back in after I do my business as it has been so flippin' cold, but it wasn't that bad out. Since I found out the snow is OK to walk on top of, I decided to do a little look around. I hung out in front of the kitchen window for awhile then decided to take a little walk to the other side of the yard to visit my beloved sumac tree. I sniffed around a bit and then saw the PM in the doorway. I gave her my "I'm coming" nod and started to saunter across the yard.



Half way to the door, about 15ft away, something caught the corner of my eye and there standing at the corner of the house was the FOX! I was overcome with fear, I have to admit and dropped straight to my belly. Then the vixen made the craziest call I have ever heard in my life. She sounded like a prehistoric bird or something. I was paralyzed, staring at this wild creature. The PM was spooked too as she heard the call and opened the door. She came out yelling at me to "get my furry butt back in the house". I really couldn't move. The fox changed to her warning bark and I was bombared with yells and barks. The fox took a few steps toward me and I belly-knee-elbow ran to the door.

The PM turned around and the fox had ran to where I had been and was sniffing the snow. She opened the door and started yelling again for the fox to git. This went on for awhile. The PM yelling, the fox retreating a few steps and barking back. Then she did something totally out of character, she started growling. Yes the PM, my mom, not the fox. That worked though as the fox gave one more warning bark and ran into the field.

I have had a rough week, I don't want to think anymore.



PM here, I have talked to some people and we think maybe the fox thinks Goldie is a young fox. That is why she keeps hanging around and that loud cry could have been a call to the babies. The bark in a warning call and she did that at me but not at Goldie. She looked like she wanted to play with Goldie. I have to hoop and holler if I see her again and resort to throwing things if she doesn't run away at the sound of my voice. He will only be going out now flanked by bodyguards.

Shade~Goldie is sleeping, resting from his day so I am going to tell the story.

We had another long chat about the winter and how the snow has a thick crust on it due to all the freezing rain. Nothing scary. He was unsure until he saw the MusicMan and the wee ones out there walking on top of the snow too. He got his energy back and he went out with them. I said he should stay in and rest one more day but you know those young Mancats, they don't listen.

As the door was being shut I heard the MusicMan ask, "Hey Goldie, want to go on a crazy carpet ride?" My calls of "No, Goldie!" echoed in the house, unheard and I saw him run over to them.

Our yard has a slight incline and with all of the ice, it was the perfect sliding hill.

I watched in horror mixed in with a touch of anticipation as the MusicMan picked Goldie up and sat with him...on the crazy carpet...with the wee ones...on the top of the slope. The apricot fool had such a serene look on his face it was almost too much to bear, but I kept watching. They started moving, faster and faster, the crazy carpet making a loud, scraping sound in the quiet woods. Goldie's furr face contorted into something unrecognizable, then the flailing started. A blurr of paws, furr and limbs. Then as if plucked off the carpet by the unseen hand of Mother Nature herself, Goldie leaped and made a bee-line for the door, paws slipping out from under him all the way.



I know you shouldn't laugh in those types of situations but I couldn't help it. It was a spectacle to behold. Goldie looking like he had been through the war. I think it aged him a bit.



Goldie, ranting in the background~ Crazy carpet! Yeah, I was the crazy one! They should call it "a death ride"," a ticket to hell", "full speed to broken legs"...

Shade~ I better go, he needs me.

Goldie~ Things are a little weird around here.

The snow is shiny and thick. No fluff and softness.

The fox crept through our yard again. Brilliant in the light, swiftly trotting but not leaving any tracks...like a ghost.



This is...I don't believe it... a sunflower! A skeleton of brown and crispiness.



I am a little spooked. I don't want to go out anymore. Shade, can you hold my paw please?




Shade~ Just wait until the Mancat members see this, you'll get the boot for sure.

They are now back home and the woodstove is again glowing.

Goldie was pretty good while they were gone, just one accident right outside the litter box. It was like he didn't want to cause too much of a mess this time but still needed to get his point across.

We were tagged for a "What's new with you" meme by sweet Tesla and since Goldie did it last week, it is my turn. I am not going to pass this on though as it seems like most other cats have been tagged.

The best new thing is that they are back and the house is brimming again with life and heat but I will try to come up with something else of interest.

So.... Ok.

1. The PM has decided to take part in a big summer outdoor art and craft fair in August so the house is a buzz of organization and planning. I am all a flutter even though I really don't have a clue what is happening.

2. Four fabulous new containers have arrived and I think they should be made into four loungers/beds for me. Goldie would nap in any ratty, chewed, disintegrating heap of cardboard but I, obviously, am a little more refined. They moved me out here in the boonies but I still have my fine city cat sensibilities. The PM has said these boxes are for her wool and wire. I am thinking, one for wool, one for wire, two for me. Sounds fair.




3. Goldie may have found a new fetish. He drug out some of the PM's dyed sheep wool and found it very enticing, emitting strange almost scary sounds. She did not seem to appreciate the addition of cat spittle though.