Monday – You’re a Stalker!

Monday – we really need to talk.  Why oh why must you stalk me every week?  I think the only other person that hates you more is mommy.  Where does the weekend go and why does it have to go so quickly!?  It seems like just yesterday I was all snuggled up in mom’s arms and now BOOM – it’s time to go to work.  We need a longer weekend here at the Hotel Thompson.

This is how mom found me this morning.  I slept in and didn’t wake her for the worky place.  I kept trying to pull the blankie back over my head and she kept pulling it up.  It was kind of a test of wills until she said those magical words that I love to hear come from her lips – “Breakfast Bacon”.

I shot off out of my bed and into the kitchen before she could get out of my bedroom.  Someone say food?  This little oinker is there!

 

Snoozing – Throw Back Thursday

Nope.  I’m still not too big that I can’t slumber down with mommy for a little Saturday nappy.  This is us taking a little snooze.  We had both fallen asleep on the sofa after a hard day of working and playing.  What can I say?  We make a great team – you think?

 

Purr Things UNITE!

Hemi and Mouse Girl here – you know us – the purr things from the Hotel Thompson.  We have tied up the little oinker, thrown him in the closet and are now standing against the door so he can’t come out and catch us on his laptop.  Evil meows – okay maybe some of that is not true.  But we are on his laptop – 🙂 I mean would *we* hurt that oinker?  Nah.  Okay maybe slap his butt a couple of times but who’s counting?

This morning me and Mouse Girl were talking and we realized we haven’t pushed our humans around lately.  You know what I’m talking about my kitty friends.  You know – letting the humans know who really is in charge and it’s not that oinker like he wants everyone to believe.  So we came up with a game plan and I was up first.  Meow – tighten your seat belts my humans it’s going to be a bumpy morning – purr.

So every morning, mom gets up to get ready for work.  I follow her around the Hotel Thompson. What?  It’s what I do.  That pig can’t have all of the fun with mom.  But this morning before she even got OUT of bed, my plan was put into action.  I kept getting on mom’s night stand which drives her CRAZY in like 5 seconds flat.  Then I changed channels by hitting the remote when the television came on for the news.  Then I kept jumping off of mom wanting her to play with me.  What?  These things were to piss mommy off to the high heavens just to get a little snuggle time with my mom.  Then you know how us kitties like to ‘mark’ things by rubbing up against them?  I mean hey we gotta keep doing this because they’re two cats here and everything is mine – sorry Mouse Girl.  Mom got on to me because I kept knocking everything off of her vanity.  What?  You shouldn’t put pretty, shiny small things on there to get my attention.  I’m just sayin’.  I got done with my careful plan of taking over the Hotel Thompson and tag teamed my partner, Mouse Girl.

Mouse Girl’s plan was to get daddy.  She’s good.  She has that man wrapped around her paws.  Dad gets up and wonders down the hallway like a bear coming out of hibernation.  Mouse Girl does what she does best.  She weaves in and out of his legs.  For a big girl (no offense MG), she’s got some moves.  She almost makes dad trip.  Then after mom leaves to go to the worky place, dad gets his breakfast together and puts it on the tray in the living room to watch morning television.  He goes back into the kitchen to get a drink and Mouse Girl strikes.  She jumps like a little ninja onto his tray and starts nibbling at his Cheerios.  Score one for the girl.  Daddy fusses and gets her down.

Then plan C goes into action.  Me and Mouse Girl ‘fight’.  We bring out the ninja skills and act like we are killing each other.  Of course this is right beside where daddy is trying to have his civilized breakfast.  Of course, daddy blows a gasket.  Score for the kitties!

Daddy says he can’t take it anymore so he’s going to workout on the treadmill to let out steam.  HA PURR!  Shake your tails.  We did it.  Mission accomplished.  Daddy goes into the work out room and hits the treadmill.  Poor guy.

Afterwards he comes out to find us.  Then he fusses.  Why?  Because we look so innocent – and we are.  Really.  Sometimes you just have to show the humans who the kitty is 🙂  And nope.  Sometimes it’s NOT that pig here at the Hotel Thompson.  Of course daddy did rat us out too.  He called mom at the worky place and told her about everything.  Down side.  Bummer.

So purr things UNITE – what have you done lately to show your humans who are in charge?

 

 

Really Dad? You’re Not Invited

Let’s start by saying, me and mom are so NOT morning peeps.  We have a schedule that we keep in the mornings.  I wake her up for breakfast.  She gets up and we eat together.  Then we bundle on the couch together and listen to the morning news as we cuddle for a couple of more minutes of snooze together.  Do you get the picture?  Together as in me and mommy time alone.  NOTICE I didn’t say: me, mommy and daddy.  There was no mention of daddy.  It’s called me and mommy time for a reason.  Let me say again… me and mommy.  So you got that, right?

So this morning of ALL mornings on a Monday, guess who decides to get up with us and infiltrate into “our” time?  That’s right – daddy.  Not just daddy but non-stop-diarrhea-of-the-mouth talking daddy.  Go back to bed daddy!  Really.  But no… let’s keep chatting away.  Let’s keep singing away to Eddie Rabbit… to Elvis Presley… to Brooks and Dunn… to Pink.  Yep, you read right – Pink.  Rolls piggy eyes and shrugs shoulders.

You see, this is the problem.  Daddy is a morning person.  He wakes up happy, chirpy, full of life and wonderment.  Me and mom not so much.  Even this little oinker knows not to talk to mommy until after that first cup of coffee… sometimes maybe a second.  And hey – I’m not that jolly myself in the morning.  I have one thing on my mind – food.  And then some snuggles.  Sometimes not in that particular order.

Daddy was so bad this morning – a MONDAY of all days, that me and mom went to her room.  I got on the big bed and watched her get ready for work.  Guess who followed us?  Mouthy man!  I could see mommy and the steam was rising.  She looked at me and I could just picture her in my head telling daddy, “SILENCE!”  But she didn’t – it was a nice dream though.  Poor dad.  He was like a little puppy this morning following us around.  I thought at one time I heard mommy mumble, “Jabber Jaws” under her breath.  I can’t be sure though.  Of all days, I think mommy was ready to go to work.  She kissed me and put me back to bed for a morning nap.  Daddy even followed her to the car.  It’s going to be a long day for me here at the Hotel Thompson.  Please pray for me that daddy goes back down for a nap.  Snorts.  Do you have a morning person in your house?  What do you do when they get over obnoxious?

 

 

25 Days of Christmas Cards – Day 9

 

Monday – You’re a Stalker!

Monday – we really need to talk.  Why oh why must you stalk me every week?  I think the only other person that hates you more is mommy.  Where does the weekend go and why does it have to go so quickly!?  It seems like just yesterday I was all snuggled up in mom’s arms and now BOOM – it’s time to go to work.  We need a longer weekend here at the Hotel Thompson.

This is how mom found me this morning.  I slept in and didn’t wake her for the worky place.  I kept trying to pull the blankie back over my head and she kept pulling it up.  It was kind of a test of wills until she said those magical words that I love to hear come from her lips – “Breakfast Bacon”.

I shot off out of my bed and into the kitchen before she could get out of my bedroom.  Someone say food?  This little oinker is there!

 

 

What I Do On The Weekends –

My weekends try to involve a lot of mommy/piggy time. If it’s up to me, you can always find me on the couch with mommy stretched out and sleeping. How trusty am I of mom? Take a look at this picture.

I’m stretched out asleep. My back hooves are normally pushed up to mom’s hiney and my front hooves are touching her feet. Why? Because that way I know if she moves 🙂 This position also gives her access to rub my belly and side – smart huh?

I normally start out watching television and then the next thing you know – I’m snoring. I stay this way as long as possible all snug as a bug next to my mommy. It’s what I do. It’s our special time. Did you hear our in that statement? It’s a no daddy zone. If he remotely comes over into my turf, I grunt until he goes away. It’s what I do.

Oh, and don’t think the other kids are getting left out. Hemi and Mouse Girl always snuggle with daddy. That’s their special time. And Bashful, he also gets his time. Mom took him for a walk out in nature – which he has grown fond of – to wear him out for a nap. So you see, we all get our special time.