Possession is 9/10s of the law...right?

Mr Jones and I have been cleaning out closets and selling unused items (we'll have a house to furnish soon!!). Because of this, we have a lot of empty shipping boxes hanging around the apartment. To say Sammy has been in heaven is an understatement. He is obsessed with boxes and will climb in one any chance he gets.

Yesterday, Mr Jones went to box up an item and...he found a surprise waiting for him. It's clear Sammy believed this was his box and he wasn't too keen about someone taking it away from him. (My poor buddy looked so worried!)

I don't know what I'd do without him to entertain me!

I think he has separation anxiety...

Back when I lived by myself, I used to let my kitty-loves sleep in bed with me; however, now that I am a married woman, I have to (sometimes) do what my husband wants...and that means no kitty-loves in the bed. *sad* He mentioned something about not wanting to brush kitty litter from the sheets every night. Party pooper.

I knew Sammy was going to have the most attitude about being shut out of the bedroom. He's pretty much attached to my hip throughout the day (see evidence below) and always slept next to my head.


Annnnnd I was right. Bo is a bit more independent so he doesn't care a whole lot about being excluded from the sleep party. But Sammy...oh, you bet he cares! He. cares. a. lot.

For months, he would lay on the other side of the door, press his face against the crack at the bottom, and cry gallons of kitty tears. It broke my heart...and drove me insane...all at the same time.

Lately, we have started shoving a pair of jeans under the door so he can't press his face against the crack in the door. You'd think that might deter him, right? Of course not!! He just found a new method of showing his displeasure - spitting up his food in random spots throughout the apartment. Ugh.

My cat has separation anxiety.

My poor little Bo-ber Kitty

Last night, I notice Bo's lower lip was really swollen. It didn't seem to bother him and he let me touch it...but I still worried. I'm a (kitty) mommy. That's what we do.

So off to the vet we went today...with Bo crying his little kitty heart out the whole way. (My poor baby!!!!)

Thankfully, it's completely harmless. Dr. Resler said it's an eosinophilic granuloma which is basically an allergic reaction. To something. Who knows what? All I care about is that my Bo-ber Kitty is ok. He did have to get a shot though. :(

He got a lot of cuddles when we got home.

No, that's not his tongue...it's his lip!

Silent Sunday - Christmas Cats

Mr Jones and I are done with our Christmases...4 days, 4 Christmases...it was hectic to say the least! I'm thankful for the peace and quiet of a lazy Sunday with my husband and kitties.

Weekend Project - Kitty Style!

Sorry I've been MIA in blog-land. I finally kicked the stupid cold. but not before passing it to Mr Jones...sorry babe! This weekend was pretty relaxing and uneventful though I'm sure it'll be the last for a while since we are closing in on ONE MONTH until the wedding (holy crap!). We've definitely been slacking in the wedding planning department so I need to get us back on track this week...starting with the wedding favors (which I can't wait to show my blog friends!).

Our weekend project, though not wedding related, was still a lot of fun. Now that our junk room is somewhat under control (i.e. not a fire/kitty hazard), we've started to allow the kitties to venture in there. They absolutely love it because it gets a lot of sunlight for them to lounge in. After watching Sammy try to balance all 20lbs of himself on the small window ledge, Mr Jones came up with the idea of installing a kitty shelf in the window. That way, both Sammy and Bo could watch the world go by without having to balance precariously on the window ledge.

After working out the logistics, Mr Jones ran off the store to get supplies (because, according to him, why buy a shelf when you can easily make one?). One piece of wood, a destroyed pillow (for the cotton fill), and a $2 Walmart towel later, the kitty loves have a comfy new perch where they can bask in the sun! Needless to say, they both love it.

My first Silent Sunday

Oh to live the lazy life of a cat.

Sammy loves the ottoman


...while Bo prefers the computer chair.

The joys of moving...and preparation for motherhood??

...and no, it's not what you think!! At least not yet.

On Monday, Mr Jones and I decided it was time for the kitty-babies to move into the new place. Prior to this, they were living at my old apartment and I was stopping by on my way home from work every day to feed/water/play with them. Don't get me wrong, I felt so guilty leaving them there by themselves, but our new place was still a mess and we wanted to organize a bit so we didn't stress Sammy and Bo out anymore than we had to. (Just trying to be a good mommy!)

The car ride went as well as could be expected - Bo was royally freaked out, but I pretty much expected that so I put him in the carrier. Sammy is such a good boy that he just sat on the seat next to me and looked out the window. Once we got to Riverwood, Mr Jones grabbed the carrier and I got out of the car with Sammy in my arms. Not 2 seconds later (not exaggerating), at least 10 neighborhood kids (they came out of nowhere!!) were gathered around me wanting to see/pet the huge cat I was holding. I know Sam is a big boy (as all Maine Coons are), but geez - I didn't realize he'd attract that much attention!

An old pic of Sammy and me

Once I managed to get past all the little grabby hands, I let Sammy inside where he promptly ran under the desk and meowed at the wall (poor baby!). Eventually, he found his way into the shower...and then into the sink (his favorite lounging place). Once he got settled, he was back to his normal, laidback/easygoing self.

Bo, on the other hand, not so much. That cat is driving me nuts! Every night since the move, he's roamed the hallway crying big ol' kitty tears. For hours. In the middle of the night. If I roll over to make sure he's ok, he comes running into the bedroom and pokes me with his paw trying to get me up. I know he's stressed and I know he wants attention from his mommy - but mommy needs sleep or else she gets really cranky! I'm hoping this nightly routine stops soon. He's sure giving me a taste of what motherhood might be like...oy.

Thankful Thursday - Kitty Love Edition

It should come as no surprise to those that know me that my "bubbas" (kitties) are my heart. They always know when I'm feeling sad and come lay on me to comfort me. Most people will say cats are independent - and my response is always, "Well, you've never met my cats!" (I swear they were dogs in a past life!)

I am so thankful to have little cuddle bugs who love to be held. I wouldn't have it any other way.

Sammy:


Mr Bojangles (aka Bo):
Cuddle bugs:

Kitty Love

Many of you already know that I have not only one important man in my life...I have three. Along with Mr. Jones, I also have Sammy and Bo. They are my heart.

After a long day at work (i.e. today), I love to cuddle up with my buddies on the couch for a cuddle & purr session; however, it will usually turn into a grooming session thanks to Sammy. Ahhhh...kitty love.

This...
will turn into this... (If you look closely, you can see his tongue!)

I love my Sam. And he loves me.