I Da Boss!

He strikes again. 
Good thing that he is so dosh garn cute.
I speak here of Loki.
Although I mean Tember is cute too.
Loki has discovered he can sleep between mom’s pillows and no one can find him.
He is a bit of a pig at dinner time.
Pushing Lucky and Thomas from their bowls. 
Although he is an equal opportunist and does let them eat from his.
I really have never had such a talkie cat ever.
And snuggles..
As people keep saying he adores me.
Suddenly will wake up and run over jump up on me and curl up on my chest.
My suddenly going back to work came as a shock.
Yesterday I got home from work and he chased me into bedroom headbutting against my legs. 
Purring and chirping.
And he is going to get his way.
And his way only.
Loki loves to come in at various times of the night and get comfortable.
By that I mean he slithers under my chin and over my arms. 
Liquid silk.
Slinky like.
Purring away.
Occasionally I receive a sharp nip to the nose or chin. Why? Do you speak kitten?
But on his terms. 
This morning he woke me up at 4. 
My alarm is set for 5.
I lay there and he got himself all comfy.
Was trying to figure out how with a window open and fan going I could still be hot when I realized
Thomas was pushed up against the side of me. Wow talk about double furnaces. 
I must have dozed a little and when I woke up I grabbed my phone. 
I knew I had to be close to getting up because I was feeling wakeful.
Checking the headlines and phone is close to my face as I have yet to put my glasses on.
Loki is making little chirping noises and grumbling.
He gets up and goes under the blanket.
And all I could think was payback’s a bitch ain’t it baby?
LOL only I would find it funny that I discovered waking Loki up is not as fun for him
as it is when he wakes me up.
I have said it before and I am still in awe of the difference: I have always had animals in my life but none that 
have ever ‘chosen’ me. Loki did. And the difference in how they act is very noticeable. 
Oh yeah……
I bought cat grass for them in an attempt to stop them from eating my plants.
This is five days growth. And they are loving it. 
Have a great Wednesday Loves. 
©Sept. 16/20
Pictures are my own

Hey! I’m not a Cat…..

I am the meanest mom on the face of the planet today.
Battle of wills at its finest.
We shall see who is the most stubborn.
Or the being I birthed 12 years ago?
Right now at 8:08 a.m. Tember is sitting in the bathroom on the toilet.
Door closed.
He is pouting.
I am writing.
Tember and I fight about shower time all the damn time.
I can tell him he stinks and he smells his pits.
Not too bad mom.
I can tell him his hair is greasy and he smiles.
Stays in place better mom.
Yesterday he was cold and wanted to turn the heat on but:
Well mom then I have to close the window and it will stink in here.
One can only assume that somewhere it all makes sense.
Back to today.
Another Tember issue has been bed time.
He is milking that one with holidays and I told him last night that enough was enough.
He groused and groaned.
I warned him that he would be getting up at 8 a.m. no arguments.
I even let him go until 8:02.
I went in.
Armed with the cat spray bottle.
There was much yelping.
Finally he went into the bathroom.
Where I began the story.
A battle of wills is in process this morning.
Tember does not want to shower
I want him to shower.
He did not want to get up.
I wanted him to get up.
Hence the spray bottle.
It worked.
Furious as he was.
He sat in the bathroom pouting before coming out with this logic:
Mom there is no point in showering today. I want to shower tomorrow. Otherwise I am just going to stink tomorrow. 
It continued along in this ranting vein until:
Well no one is going to know you stink. And it is not as if you are going to be running around all day today.
I will walk up to them and rub my pits all over them.
I imagine my huge burst of laughter did nothing to alleviate the rage he was feeling towards me at that moment.
Well that is your choice buddy. But hey I have another idea……gasp……you could shower not only today but tomorrow too!
This was apparently the most ridiculous thing I have ever uttered. (Aside from the time I told him to straddle the toilet and aim downwards first thing in the morning.)  Worst Advice Ever!
Finally enough was enough and I had to pull out the big guns.
No Shower. No Gaming.
I am not using this as my be all end all choice of persuasion.
It is my last choice option.
And I have had to use twice this week.
Tember has left the bathroom for his room.
Still annoyed.
I went in armed with the water bottle.
He felt under attack.
I mocked.
He tried so hard not to let me see him smiling.
He still is having some issue with the showering edict.
Still refusing to take one.
Still no game time.
And I leave you with this:
Well you learn quickly. Better than the others.
Mom that does not make me feel better. They are cats.
Have a magnificent Monday loves.
©Sept. 8/20
Picture is my own