Bored with August

So here's the deal:

Daddy actually came home from his long trip,

but now he's on some really weird schedule.

When he got back, he took me shopping at the nip store,

so I got to pick out a new toy.

I chose a kicker toy.

If you don't know what that is, it's designed 

for kitties to grab hold of and kick the living daylights out of it.

I was quite happy with my selection.

Other than that, my August has been fairly boring.

I give you Exhibit A:

I've tried taking my boredom out on Felix.

That got me nowhere.

So, I spent some time sitting on a rock.

I also spent some time tasting the various plants by my house.

Mom's checked all of them to see if they're safe for kitties.

Mom tried to entertain me.

She often accused me of what she calls 'lazy play' or 'fake play'.

This is 'lazy play':

'Fake play' is when I act really interested like I could

pounce on the string at any second.

I do that for about 15 minutes or until Mom gets bored

and drops the string on the ground saying something like,

"If you're not going to pounce, I'm not playing!"

Then she grumbles something about 'fake play' and walks away.

She also tried to entertain me while I was outside.

That was about the extent of my play, though.

Then, just when I thought nothing more would happen

this month and it would be safe to write the blog...

...something terrible happened.

My crush, Abba-zaba, (and her roommate, Tucker, of course), moved out!

No more cute face looking down at me.

No more sound of kitty paws running around upstairs.

*SIGH*

Well...at least Felix is still around.

Can't you just see the glee I'm expressing?

>^.^<

The Inconsistencies of Humans

         O.K. I admit it.

I've been slacking so much that my blog should

change its name to Month by Month with Winchester Feline.

Here's what happened:

Daddy had to go away on a work trip again.

He's been gone for-e-ver.

Mom assures me that he'll be back soon.

In the meantime he's turned into Computer Daddy.

He talks to me, but I can't smell him.

Which, in my world, means he's not there.

Monday Aunt and Uncle came over on some night that wasn't Monday.

(What's up with that, humans? Don't mess with my routine!)

We all went downtown.

Now, I've been downtown in the car, but I've never gotten out...

...until now.

I got to look into all kinds of shops.

They all seemed to be closed.

I guess the only places that were open were the types

of places that don't allow cats.

Which is fine, 'cause I wouldn't like them anyway!

At least there was a nice full moon by which to enjoy the night.

Also, I got to enjoy a bit of a nighttime car ride.

Monday Uncle doesn't drive around especially for me like Daddy does.

He just drives straight home.

Which, I guess, is fine.

In other news, the office is still changing day by day.

I liked having my chairs by the window, but Mom tells me

they're not there anymore.

Again, humans!  Stop messing with things!

This is me leaving the office:

I try to tell Mom that I don't want to go back until the crazy 

humans are done upsetting my world, but she keeps taking me in there.

I suppose it's good for me to keep an eye on their progress.

Mom did manage to take me out for a nice long nighttime recon.

I was able to take the time to rub my scent all over the sidewalks

in strategic places.

Of course, while checking out the neighborhood,

it's also important to keep an eye on one's human.

Since Daddy's been away, I've taken up residence in the recliner.

I sit there when the day is too hot and I haven't fully committed to going outside.

I also sit there when the day is done.

So I'll finish this post with a brief montage of me in MY chair:

That's right.

I'm king of all I survey.

>^.^<