Collection of Fish Scales

Yep. Fish. Scales.

No. Not scales ON fish.

Fish ON scales!

I've discovered from many sources, that three of anything is a collection.

I have FOUR!

So I have a collection of fish scales.

Those of you with fur - you probably already have one of these yourself. And probably call yours a fish scale too. If you don't have one, I bet you'll probably be wanting one. Soon.

For everyone else, let me share my vast wisdom with mew...

This is a very nice fish scale.

It has a larger surface than most other fish scales.

It's a good day when you get to use this one.

Do you understand yet? No?

Okay here it is....take notes if you need to....a fish scale is what you place your fish on to tell if you are getting your fair share for dinner. Thus, a "fish scale".

Now you probably noticed however, that "she" is currently using it to decorate with. Normally, I might have to sabotage this but not right now. Because..

I got this new fish scale two weeks ago. Mom brought it home from the Hwy 127 Yard Sale. It wasn't a steal or even a deal. It was however, a fair price and "she" knew I would love this one. I think "she's" kind of partial to it too. Probably because it's white and crusty - how wonderfur is that?!?

It's out in the studio right now. I think "she" wants to decorate with it. Although so far "she" hasn't put anything on it.

Hmpfh. I say leave it be. I need to be able to put my fish on there.....


I'm linking to Debra at Common Ground: Vintage Inspirations and hoping like heck that I've done this correctly.....



BTW - if you don't already know about her giveaway, follow me on over to her blog. It's a great giveaway but don't drag your tail, it ends September 3rd.....

Affliction Number One

Math.

Not a favorite subject around here.

It has always been "her" downfall.

Statistics.

No problem.

Memorizing a formula, a date or even a phone number.

No problem.

Algebra and Calculus.

BIG problem.

Math = mother of all fur balls (serious stuff)

So around here, we don't speak of math.

Probably explains how "she" manages to mess up dinner quite often. "She" made calzone dough once that was so hard the steak knife wouldn't cut it. Swears "she" got the measurements right..... sure "she" did.

Math. Need I say more?

So can I ask you.....

In a house where math is a very bad word,

how come there are so many numbers around here?!?

Can you say, "a.f.f.l.i.c.t.i.o.n" ???

Good, I thought you could. This is....

Affliction Number One.

Number Lust.

And oh yeah, one more thing. I wanted to let you know, I will be telling you about more of "her" afflictions, additions, obsessions or whatever you prefer to call them.

Why? Because I CAN count and there has NOT been enough kitty treats being handed out to meet my daily quota. Just saying and this is after all MY blog ;) You are game for this aren't mew?!? If not, just let me know and I'm going to sell the information to the local newspaper.....

She tried to slow roast me!

"She" did! I'm seriously feeling crispy! Can you believe it?!?!

Well here's how it came to be....

I should post, "she" told me. "It's Friday already and you promised to do better."

I did?!? I don't remember promising that.

Okay, I'll post.

Later.

Maybe. Like when it isn't so hot outside.

"She" told me that it wasn't nice to wait until December. Is this "her" way of telling me we are not even close to being finished with this hotter than hot weather?!?!

Oh my whiskers....I think they are melting into a puddle of whisker nothings.

Or maybe that's just purrspiration dripping off my whiskers. Either way, it's too hot.

But that did NOT deter "her" in "her" mission to motivate me to my responsibilities.

"She" cares... about my reputation. And carried me out the door..... into the slow roaster.....

I'm telling you it's mid 90's here, not a breeze, and the humidity.... and me with a fur coat on..... it's almost enough to make me take the dog clippers to the old coat.... almost.

In the early stage of roasting, I asked around to see if anyone else thinks it's roaster-hot.

Blackie, my brofur declined comment. As a former, Florida born and raised feral, I thought this was pretty serious testament. Still we journeyed on....

Hot? The bees think so. At least, I think that's what this girl said. It was hard to tell in between gulps of water. But I'm certain she was hot.

The flowers didn't answer. I don't think they had the energy. However, judging from their crispy petals, I didn't really need an answer.

"She" started getting hot, so we rested. Well, "she" rested and I rolled in the dirt. Hey, chickens do it to keep cool.... Remember, I was desperate to stop the slow roasting process, because I really was feeling like prime chicken roaster material....

Lucky for the chipmunk, I was enjoying the dirt so much I didn't even notice the little guy fighting off a feinting spell at the watering hole. (note, paws braced against the block to steady himself.)

Finally agreeing that purrhaps I was right (like duh), we headed back to the house.

Where even Tessa, was having heat issues.

It would have helped if "she" had remembered to turn the air conditioner on, out in the studio.....

See?!? I'm telling you, "she" is trying to slow roast us!

What about YOU?! Are you being slow roasted????

Going to a party!

Debbie at Confessions of a Plate Addict is having a birthday linky party for Baby Kitty who is EIGHT today!!!

Having never been to a purrday party before, I thought I might sneak out - you know kind of a sanity break from you know who.....ssssshhhhhh, I think I hear Baby Kitty coming to the door now.....

Happy Purrday Baby Kitty!!

I hope you are enjoying YOUR purrty (aka party)- nothing better than a good purrty with lots of snacks and furriends!!! I hope I'm not late. Had a bit of an issue with the first present I was going to bring you.

Little vole called me "dog breath"!

Sorry, I lost control. I ate him. No worries for you though - now I have the indigestion. And your new gift won't give you any smart remarks or stomach upset. Nope! Not a one because this time I brought you....

CATNIP!

And I brought plenty to share!!! Enjoy, but remember to use some moderation or you'll regret it tomorrow morning. Not that I would know...I'm just saying.....moderation. There's a reason.

Oh oh, here come's your Mom.....

Hi Ms. Debbie-Baby-Kitty-Mom! I'm doing fine, thank you for asking....

What's that ma'am?

You want to see my permission slip from "her"? Um....sorry, I left it at home. But I promise, I'm a good cat, I won't cause you any problems.

I'm really a very good guy - "she" tells me that all the time. Recently, "she" started calling me "sugar lips". I know, I know, kind of embarrassing but it gets me extra treats, so I'll just play along.

The only time "she" doesn't seem to get me is when I swat "her" on the ankles. I'm not discriminating though - Grammie, Dad and even Grandad are all targets. No discrimination here! Only "she" seems to understand that I'm making a point best as I can - "hello?!! I am low on attention and love..." But only when I'm outside because there isn't anyone else out here but me, so I should be the center of attention, oui? No worries though, I'll behave while I'm here. We are having the party inside...right??

No, no ma'am I won't dig in the potted plants in the living room. I prefer the great outdoors, normally in the flower beds with the nicest plants. Roses are good, but gardenia bushes, those are my favorites. Anyway, thank you for your concern, but I already went before I came over.

A snack? Did you offer moi a snack?!?! Why yes, merci beaucoup.

The trip here in this heat left me famished. And since I don't get much food at home. No, being the kind soul I am, I send the food I don't eat on my plate to the starving cats in China. Yes, ma'am I do.

Well actually "she" does.

I think.

I mean "she" tells me to eat everything on my plate and to be grateful, there are cats starving in China. So if it's something I don't like, I don't eat it and I'm guessing that's what "she" does with it. I mean how could "she" not, it was "her" suggestion afterall. Me, well I'm just more than willing to help out others....could I have another one of those catnip cupcakes please????

Thank mew Ms. Debbie! Oh oh...sorry to eat and run but I think Baby Kitty needs some help over there in the living room. I think the one of guest dogs are looking to get into trouble....

Well, I do believe that purrhaps it's time to mingle! I see lots of furriendly faces I know....Charlie, Kramer...wow, this is going to be FUN! Thanks for inviting me Baby Kitty! I hope this is your bestest purrday yet!!

Hey, I saw that....get your paws outta that cake, it's not time for that yet! Manners! Sheesh! C'mon let's go visit everyone.....