2.06.2013

For today.....

....the living room is complete..... for today.

If you have followed me on my adventures, you may remember the beginning of
 the living room re-fluff.  

Confessions of a Junkyard Cat

Industrial shelving was added and we raided her private inventory that previously had no where to go. We don't live in a house of castle size proportions, but she probably has enough collections and curiosities to fill at least a small castle. 
Confessions of a Junkyard Cat

Adding shelves allowed her to dust cat fur off a few things and put them back into the light of day where they can be chewed on admired.

Confessions of a Junkyard Cat

Acquiring collections is easy enough when you're in this business of junk
 for more than a few years. 
Acquiring a castle to display all of them in? Not so easily done.

Confessions of a Junkyard Cat

So where was I....oh yes, small castles filled with creepy old things.  
And new furnishings.  

Confessions of a Junkyard Cat

Late last year, was it October? Or maybe September?  The other sofa needed to go! It was decided to get a white slip covered sofa. And it was instant love for her. In love with a sofa?!?  Yes, it's true.  The reason?  That cover can be washed and washed and washed!  With older and special needs cats, this becomes VERY important.  She's in love.  With the sofa.

Confessions of a Junkyard Cat

Still though a decision on what to do regarding a chair for Dad. The issue had become finding the chair that was "just right".  They looked and looked.  And they did find chairs.....that were too low, too firm, too small, the wrong color fabric, cat-fur-attracting fabric, and the worst - those with recliner capabilities that are sure to crush a cat if one is not paying attention....months and months, no chair.

Confessions of a Junkyard Cat

During this time of indecision Dad had to sit on the sofa to watch the picture box.  However, after much discomfort and a sore butt Dad decided that as long as the sofa stayed where it was, facing the picture box, he could survive the sofa.  And after a time, he realized it was not the end of life as he knew it. 

Confessions of a Junkyard Cat

She is not without compassion though, so to sweeten the deal, she proposed an ottoman. Ah yes, her wily ways worked on him. (She claims it was charm, not wiliness.)  So four weeks ago, an ottoman was purchased.  

And yes, a chair. 

Times two.  

And now after the final decision, and an additional short three week wait, the slip covers for the chairs arrived....

As I sit here and admire the recent artwork addition, I realilze something.  I'm not proficient at math but I don't really understand how one ottoman became....

..... one ottoman.....AND two chairs.... AND extra slip covers.  

But do you really think I'm going to point that out to Dad?! 

Nope, not one single meow from me.

Why?

Confessions of a Junkyard Cat

I've been seduced by her wily ways too.  

Guilty. 

Confessions of a Junkyard Cat

But happy with my new official position (wink). 

And besides cats shouldn't be able to count anyway, right?!

Confessions of a Junkyard Cat

I know it's hard to believe that the living room is finally done.  Months and months of indecision.  But for today, it is done! And we are quite happy thank you very much.....especially Coltrane who can finally sleep on a sofa that isn't constantly be moved around..... well, at least for the rest of today.

Confessions of a Junkyard Cat



1.30.2013

On a rainy day....


...when I am not allowed to go out.

....when I have to use the commoner's litter box (the horror).


So what does a junkyard cat do on a day like today?

I try and pound on the other cats so as to convince her I would be better off outside.

No luck.  I got time out instead.

During which I fell asleep.

For the rest of the day. Boring.

You didn't come here for boring did you?

Well to even the score for being on time out.  I'm going to rat on her......

Guess what she does when there is no junk to be hunting?

She plays with the junk she already has.


She has no shame.

While other people are being responsible....feeding their cats, playing with their cats, serving catnip to their cats, she is playing!

Working on the cover for her art journal.


I mean it's only been sitting there unfinished for months.  You would think a little responsibility on her part, on  a rainy day would be good use of her time.


 I think she's almost finished with it.  And it's a good thing because if she chooses selfish ways again tomorrow.....


well let's just say I cannot guarantee the safety of the art journal cover or the pages within.

Anyone care to warn her????

1.19.2013

pity the humans

Yep, I do.

Really.

You listen, but don't hear.
(like when I say "meOw" and you don't hear me saying "let me out. nOw")

You look, but don't see.
(as in when I cough up a furball and Dad walks right through it and keeps on going)

You have a life, but you don't live.

Oh wait, maybe some humans don't really have a life.  Take for instance her.

Yeh, I know it seems like I am picking on her again.  But I'm not, it's just an observation. Honest.

And why this opinion you may wonder?

It's well founded I assure you.  Take for instance today.  Dad likes to drive around.  Yep, for no reason really.  But he lures her in to going along for the ride with a promise of antique shopping.  Hey, this doesn't sound so bad, right? I mean this could be the day she brings home something new for me to scratch up! Oh happy day! Now this is life!  An adventure waiting to happen.....

Don't get too excited thinking I'm about to show you some wonderful old crusty junk.

Because what really happened.......


Yes, believe it.  They stopped and took photos of chickens.  

Claimed it was at a stop that had the potential to have good vintage junk.


Really?!  So good that the chickens shop there?

Hello? Shopping where chickens shop, is NOT living life to the fullest!


Whole herds of chickens? Really?!

So I ask, "what did you buy?"

The reply: "Chicken feed for the chickens."


Really?! Does this look like a chicken that needs to be fed?!??

Exactly! 

And what about the money for the chicken feed? Would it not have been better spent on something old and crusty? Something I could sink my teeth into?  Or roll on? Or scratch up?!?

Wait!

Did you......maybe......bring me home a chicken????


...or a Rooster?!!!


......a nice big, plump Rooster?!?!?!

oh.

I see.

No chickens. No roosters. None at all. For me.

Pity the human.

Who lives here.

Because this cat is now forced to find something already here.

That hasn't yet been scratched  clawed  chewed "initiated".

Pity her.

She just went to sleep.....

....and I am unchaperoned....

....in a house full of temptation....

....and I am about to live life to the fullest.....

12.02.2012

O Christmas Tree

As promised in my previous post ..... (warned you I wasn't done yet) here is another Christmas song for you to hum all through the day.  Since we know it's gonna get stuck in your mind by the end of this post.....


O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree!
How are thy branches so tasty?
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
No matter, thy leaves are so tasty!


O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Much pleasure doth thou bring me!
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Much catnip should Santa Claws bring me!


For every year the Christmas tree,
Brings to cats joy and glee
when the ornies fall and peeps they scream.
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree
Much pleasure doth thou bring me!


O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Thy twinklers shine out brightly!
Each bough doth hold its tiny light,
That makes each cat toy to sparkle bright.


O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Your twinklers and ornaments are .....
hissstory!



Note: A special thank mew to Matilda for her unwavering cooperation in these pictures.  
Events depicted did actually occur and were not staged, but definitely encouraged.