OH MY WHISKERS!

You see one when you visit blogland.

Most blogs have done it at least once. Some even do it on a regular basis.

I've lost count of how many times I have tried to be "the one".

Whatever am I rambling on about?!?

Giveaways. Free gifts of friendship and blog love.

There's always several going on at any one time.

And yet, I was never one of the lucky ones.

Not that I didn't try mind you. For over a year I entered "her" name and mine. But *sigh* it was not to be. It seemed like we were branded... "losers" ....

Until NOW!!!!!

Yep, it's true, I finally won a giveaway!!!!!!

Alicia from Altered Bits chose me! Yes, ME! The Romeo!!!! I am just so excited, I can hardly contain myself! I NEVER win anything.

But I did win! This beautiful collage pack arrived just the other day! Wonderful paper treats to create with!!! There are even birds and eggs - two of my favfurrites!!!

And Alicia mentioned ME by name. On her winners post and in the enclosed note with the gift. No, not "her" but ME. ME. ME!!!!

Hey, come on, work with me here. How many cats do you know that have won a give away???

I rest my case!

LIFE IS GOOD!

Thank you Alicia!!!

Time.

Never enough of it. Sure, efurryone gets 24 hours in their day. And I cannot tell you how many times I've reminded "her" of just that. 24 hours. Not one minute more and not one minute less. Yet, I always hear about there is "no time", or "not enough time" or "not now, I don't have time". Well, purrsonally, I never seem to have a problem with time. Got plenty, thank you very much.

Six weeks ago or was it seven now....I decided to help "her" out. I mean after all, I have a purrsonal interest in "her" time. Especially when it involves one-on-one Romeo time. You know snacks, petting, ear scritching, snacks (worth mentioning again) and going on adventures with me, followed by....yep, more snacks.....

So I set out to determine just exactly what to do about the above mentioned shortage of time. I am proficient at multi-tasking so helped "her" with the list of 'things that need to be done'. First on the agenda was ripping up carpet and laying hardwood in the living room.

I decided that extra help would get the job done faster.

It did. "She" moved faster for fear that the sofa would end up crashing through the bannister. Carpet ripped up, floor painted with Kilz and hardwood flooring laid in record time. There was extra time in "her" weeks as a result. So we repainted the living room.

Then there was a 50 year Anniversary party for Grammie and Grandad. Weeks were spent planning and getting ready for this big event. Now every hour of every day was spent on this one, so there was time to do other things. Like sleeping. Which by the way seems to take up entirely too much time in "her" day. So I have suggested sleeping only every other day. My theory was that in doing it this way, the day would actually contain 48 hours rather than the standard 24. I mean we all consider sleeping part of "a day", right??? So if you only sleep once in 48 hours, I say you had a 48 hour day!!! Another time challenge solved and Grandad got to smoosh cake into Grammie's mouth. Don't try this at home though - you can only get away with this, if you were married 50 years.

Also during this same time, I submitted an application to the Country Living Fair being held in Stone Mountain Park in Atlanta. I didn't think "she" would mind, and being the business manager for the tattered cat, I felt it was my duty. And well, "she" told me "she" didn't think there was time to do that on top of everything else. So I made the decision for "her". Yes, yes, I know, I should be an advisor for Fortune 500 companies.

But there were the pictures to be submitted with the application. So I had to convince "her" to take some pictures. If "she" had time, I would sign her up for a picture taking class. Why? Because it took her just over 100 pictures to get THREE to send in with the application. Gee, wonder why there wasn't enough time that week to do the other things that should have been done. Like washing Dad's underwear. No matter, he turned them inside out.

And now? Well, "she" has been sewing and working on getting ready for the show in October. I help when I can by laying on things to iron out wrinkles on fabric and for the furniture and such to ensure quality. It saves "her" time I'm certain.

And if it's furniture or some small old thing, I lay on it. If it doesn't withstand my weight, it was inferior quality and it doesn't go further than the old trash can. Once again, Romeo comes through and provides more time in "her" day.

Before October 1st, there are two more rooms that will have to have carpet ripped up and hardwood laid. "Her" trailer will need to go in for repairs (remember the hail damage). "She" did manage to get the cars brought in for their repair time estimate. One is scheduled for August, another in October and the third at the end of November. Nothing I could do to help with "her" time on that one, my leg doesn't reach the gas pedal. But while "she" was doing that I did come up with a possible help for future time challenges.

I created this little guy. He's a special rabbit called, "when time multiplies". Maybe I can find him a mate and then well you know....time will be everywhere!!!!! Over run with time! "She" says it will be more like 'run OVER by time'....ah, so cynical. I'll let you know how it goes.....

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....."