My Favorite Time.

(Well, next to dinner, that is!)

Only...with Mom on the floor to brush me, I just hope she doesn't notice that yakked up furball I left under the couch.

The New Couple.

Well, Mom finally bit the bullet and bid adieu to the grinding, screeching and leaking 19-year-old washing machine. And because she had to be all matchy-matchy, she got a new Mr. Dryer to keep the new Mrs. Washer company.

The worst part of this spree, of course, was the aliens who took the ancient pair away and installed the new couple — I looked for toys behind the bookcase and Izzits hid under the couch during the terrifying ordeal inconvenience.

Mrs. Washer is very fun to listen to and stare at when she's busy doing stuff! Mom says this is her first experience with an HE machine, so she had no idea as to what to expect either. (Duh, Mom — Highly Entertaining?) All we know is that Mrs. Washer's unique language is so soothing that we can nap through it when we're done staring, and she did a Most Excellent Job of washing our cat towels and blankets. And that's the most important part, isn't it?

Another Busy Day.

Yes, I know it doesn't look like it, but I'm busy testing this new woven cover my mom got for the love seat. I like it a lot.

OK, well, actually she got it to use as a rug in front of the kitchen sink. But I attacked it and bunched it up so many times over two days that she gave up* and decided to use it here instead. No more ratty towels! Score!

*And this only after her broken record complaint: "Izzy, if I trip and fall on this rug and break a hip or something, who do you think will feed you? Ivan won't, I can tell you that."

Safe.

My mom got her second shot today. So glad cats don't have to go through that! I do not like things stuck in me for any reason.

And so far, I see this area is Izzy-free, which means I can have a quiet nap!

Foiled.

My mom tried to video me snoring.

I wasn't going to let her have the satifaction. I woke up every time she got close to me!

Sometimes It's Impossible To Nap.

And do you know why?

My brother SNORES. ALL THE TIME. And it's so loud, I can hear it no matter where I am.

It's lucky my fur hides the bags under my eyes!

Dumb Things My Mom Says.

"Izzy, why are there nine million toys on the floor?"

Really, Mom? Nine million toys?

Relaxing.

I know how to do this.

I was made for it!

Anticipation.

I am resting up for tomorrow's festivities.

It's a day for our mom — National Cherish an Antique Day!

MOL!!