Fresh Air.

I love being able to relax near the open door. This is a fun place to chat with my hummingbird pals when they visit the feeders, too.



It only gets unfun when the sun goes down and my mom's all "See Jupiter, Izzits? It's right there. See it?"

Moms.

Dinnertime Blues.

I don't understand why my mom doesn't get my preferred dinnertime routine. Sometimes it just takes me a few times or ten at my bowl to decide that I want to eat after all. Or not.



I really don't get why she is bothered by this.

Deep Thoughts.

I've got important cat stuff to think about. Maybe this sunspot will be the perfect place to do that.



As long as Izzy doesn't try to tip me over with his head butts or Ivan doesn't get all up my nose, that is.

I Got Nothin' Today.

It happens.

Why, Yes.

Yes, I do have a reason for poking Elliott in the head.

Not that I'm telling what it is.

Sigh.

I suppose it's better to have Izzy use me as a pillow than Ivan thumping me in the head for no reason.



Somehow I've become a kind of substitute Caroline for those two.

Another Disruption.

Mom got out the steam cleaner and cleaned the carpet. I know having a clean carpet makes her happy, but I hate that noisy machine. It's worse than the vacuum. It's worse than the vacuum running during a thunder storm! It's worse than the vacuum running during a thunder storm with fireworks nearby!



And really, what's the big deal with a few cat yak reminders here and there? YAK HAPPENS, MOM.

Back To Normal.

Our litter was finally delivered, Mom got the car back and made a beeline to the store; our pantry is full and so are our bellehs. All is right with our world again.

And I guess that means I can resume my mission to aggravate Elliott.



What was that, Mom?

Buh-bye, May.

What a time we've gone through these last weeks. Mom's car was in for repairs for an unplanned nine days. Our automatic litter delivery was inexplicably late this month. We were down to six morsels of kibble and two cans of food. OH. MY. COD!



I'm going to nap until June.