Worry - it's what's for breakfast....

I mean you do worry, yes?

Or purrhaps no.

Me? I don't let much bother me in the worry department. I mean really what's a well loved and adored cat got to worry about. Well except maybe when that stupid black neighbor dog might show up again. I'd swear he stops by every stinking day just to taunt me. Yes, seriously. Looking at me, drool hanging off those loose jowls.....just looking at me.....taunting me to just loose control and self-restraint for a few seconds.....I mean after all, being ferocious, that's all it would take - just a few seconds.

But really, black dogs aside and back into their own yard, what do I concern myself with? I can't think of anything else that I should worry about.

Snacks - no problem. I'm persistent. And if that fails, I'll eat "her" ice cream as a last resort.

Comfy, soft, clean bed - no problem. I use "her" bed pillow.

Good food - no problem. I share with "her".



Love and adoration - no problem. I own it - I mean how could anyone not love and adore me?!

Scritches and ear rubs - no problem. Just push the head or body part under the hand. A sharp claw also helps motivate.

See what I mean - a relatively simple life, with no worries!

But what about you? Do you worry?

Better still, do you worry about a lot of things? Or do you simply feel the need to worry about something? Anything. It's possible. Ask me how I know....yep...."she" worries. I've helped "her" a great deal and tried to share some of my more appropriate purrspectives. And sometimes "she" does really well.

And other times....well "she" regresses and....worries. Today "she" regressed, digressed, returned to old habits and all manners of going backwards. What happened you might be wondering..... something awful?.....this is what "she" worried about....today...

Yes, that's a bird. And "she" is worried for this fluff of a bird.

I know you gotta be kidding right? No, seriously.
"She"....is.....worried.....about......this..... BABY....bird.

Some of you may know that we got hit with those horrendous storms a couple of weeks ago. We had some mean hail - got whammed three times in one day.

Sadly, when "she" was cleaning up, "she" found two birds that didn't fare so well. And there was a bird that was killed next door - a blue jay. Sadly, it was bound to happen. Although, the hail stones had already started to melt, the picture below gives you an idea of the size. A bird could not possibly win this battle with Mother Nature.

So where was I?.....oh yeah, you probably see where this is going.....This baby bird looks like a blue jay. So "she" is worried that the mother was killed and now this little guy doesn't have anyone to teach him how to fly. And there is the worry he might fall prey to some unkind creature. And how will he learn to eat?

Still tonight, "she" is worried. About a small ball of blue fluff and feathers. So I sit here and wonder.....

Do all humans worry?

Do YOU worry?

If YOU worry - is it about the small things?

Or the big ones?

Do YOU worry at all????

You do know, don't you, that "she" will still be worrying about this baby bird in the morning.


Worry. It's what's for breakfast here.....

He said, she said, I said....

You may not have noticed my absence, but "she" has. And has been on my tail to get back online and blog. Well, it's not like there hasn't been a bazillion and one things going on - where the heck has "she" been. I mean it's not like I locked "her" in a closet for the past month. Although after all that pushing about getting online, the closet looks like a lovely spot for "her".

So a few weeks ago, (gee has it been that long?) I went outside looking for an adventure to blog about. "She" stayed inside to vacuum. VERY good time to go OUTSIDE for an adventure.

Well, I thought it was. Initially.

Until the neighbor's big black dog showed up. Being new to the neighborhood, he doesn't seem to be too well versed in how things work here.

So he barked and I hissed.

He chased me!

I was not believing it, until I smelled his dog breath steaming my butt fur. And then I did believe.

So I high tailed it up a tree.

Way up the tree.

"She" finally heard big black dog barking like the crazy dog that he is.

"She" intervened and yelled, "YAH"....what the heck? That's what you say when you are herding cows isn't it?!?

Well it worked. But "YAH" - how humiliating. I should have kicked that dog's butt.

Could have done it.

Yep, sure could have. But I was trying to show some self restraint. That's what I said.

"She" told Dad about the incident and the bad mannered dog.

Dad said, "what a wuss".

"She" said, "he's ferocious, he could have hurt that dog".

I said, "I could have SERIOUSLY put the hurt on that dog."

Dad said, "Romeo is a wuss."

I said, "better check your shoes before you put them on in the morning....."

Working on joining a new club....

Am I getting old?

”She” went to Illinois last week and I opted to stay home.  That's what happens when you get old isn't it? You prefer to stay home.  But the weather there was at least 30 degrees colder with fur-parting winds, some rain and threats of snow.  I don't like being cold and having my fur blown off my body - so does that mean I am getting old?  I mean really, who in their right mind would willingly make an eleven hour drive for cold weather???

One of "her" traveling finds on the trip

“She” would.

And “she” did.

Told me "she" needed to check in on a few relatives – one in the hospital fighting an infectious nasty something or another; and another having recently had an emergency heart bypass and now in assisted living.  Some serious stuff and totally not my idea of a friendly alley to prowl. So I declined to go with. I’d probably end up with a fur ball or something from the seriousness of it all.

“She” also wanted to go up to St. Charles and check out the Flea Market for possible business options.  Again, I declined, don’t need no fleas!  So I told “her” to get the information, check it out and get back with me so I could make the executive decision.  Gotta keep her on a leash or at least a bungee cord regarding business matters.

What “she” did NOT tell me was that “she” had plans to also meet Rebecca.  Yes, the Rebecca of Vintage Living.  Now if I’d known that I may have considered going.  Maybe.  They had lunch together with “her” Aunt at a wonderful little Italian restaurant, Chianti’s. And they talked and just had a good time.

Beautiful Ladies - THE Rebecca and Aunt Bernice

Without me.

How is that possible?

 Yes, I’m pouting.

Or was. Until I saw what “she” brought home for me…

From the Iowa Junk Gypsies - LOVE this mirror!

“She” said that there was some wonderful folks there 

One of the nicest and loveliest gals was here at Willows

.....and some very talented ones with nice displays that I would have enjoyed.  Check out “her” favorites....

Willows Beautiful Garden Display

Special attention to detail was a signature of the gals at Willows

Lisa of The Frenchman's Wife had the most wonderful French soap!

Willows creativite touch!

The Frenchman's Wife Display

Did I mention that I got some kewl  new junk?!!

New bling and a shoe for my tail....

Life is good.

Even if I did NOT get to purrsonally meet Rebecca…