Hooboy, some Fanksgiving. Hmph.

I've been reading Mozart's blog, ya see, and I have been reading other blogs on the InnerWebs, and so I was ready for Thanksgiving, wozn't I?! I figured what with Her being American and all...I've heard about Turkey And All The Trimmings, see, and I woz REALLY looking forward to it.

(Dear Mum and Dad, these Persons are as boring as it gets. Trust me.)

Maybe Him being Scottish cancels out Her being American? I dunno, Her talks a little funny but not that funny-she ALMOST sounds like the Persons sound where I'm from. Him sounds ALMOST like me Dad, so I know Him really is Scottish. But after what happened this Fanksgiving I mean Thanksgiving Day, I'm not entirely sure Her really is American, know what I mean?

Big woo-tee, Her spent all day out hunting (wait for it...) welly boots. With neo-preen lining, whatever that is. How many ways are there to preen, I'd like to know. Then Her gets home with the welly boots and I smelled 'em, and ya know, it's not neo-preened at all, it's some kinda rubber thingy sprayed inside the welly boots called "neoprene" and YOU CAN'T EAT IT!!!!

S'all good, I figured, "Now Her is gonna spend the rest of the afternoon putting the Turkey With All The Trimmings in the hot box and we are gonna eat like kings.

No.

Her went into the workroom and started sewing Him another pair of pyjamas while watching some parade thingy on the laptop-SO I COULDN'T EVEN BLOG!

(But Him did light a fire in the workroom wood stove so I could lie in front of it...)

FINALLY Her went into the kitchen and...opened some tins. WOT?!

Him came in with a hot chicken from ASDA.

They ate the potatoes and the broccoli (yeah, they eat broccoli. Yech) and the chicken.

Hmph, even if I did get a nice portion of the chicken (which was pretty good really, I'm glad ASDA spent her day in the kitchen or we woulda starved), it WAS NOT TURKEY WITH ALL THE TRIMMINGS and I personally think it should have been. Her said Her is gonna plan a REAL Thanksgiving dinner for next year. I'll be back with Mum and Dad and I wouldn't give that up even for the chance to have a real American Thanksgiving Dinner, so Her better pull out all the stops for Christmas!!!!!!!!

(PS Mum and Dad, ASDA can't bake a pie to save her life. Her said that was the worst apple pie Her ever had. I dunno, the ice cream was tasty, but yeah, the pie wasn't any where near all that. I helped wash up, so I got some and I think Her is right about ASDA not baking very good pies-luckily there was mostly ice cream to wash up but I washed up a little pie mixed in...)

After dinner They watched telly. Her does this thing called Crochet. Naturally it fascinates me, being as it something done with string and so I watched:



Very relaxing, this Crochet thingy. I helped by holding down the Crochet so it wouldn't escape:



Well, it's Windy and Cold. I'm glad I didn't have The Horrible practice today. I'm getting used to it, but I still don't like the way it feels wrapped around my middle.

There is Snow behind the Windy, I can smell it. Her says she can too, and Her is glad to have found the neoprene lined welly boots before it Snows. I think I'm glad I am In and not Out, because Snow is Cold.

Very.

In my next blog post I am going to share piccies me Mum and Dad sent, Her has them in a folder so I can post them with two paw clicks!

@Cammie's Kitties-OH YES, that works VERY well! Me Mum and Dad are gonna get a Roly-Poly home when The Warm returns, roflol!

More piccies!

In this first one is my soon to be fursister, Shadow-she's very purrrrrty!



And this is my soon to be fursister Dinky-she's very purrrrrty too!



When we are at the caravan I like to use the skylight to keep a watch on my beans-gotta make sure they are OK and have me Noms ready, lol!



Here I am in the same pose, erm, position I was using when I got me Mum and Dad to fall in love with me...



I think the final straw about me not staying in Devon for another cold snowy winter, was when a lady in the caravan opposite told my Mum & Dad about me following her around the site crying & trying to get into her caravan. Although I could get into Mum & Dads there was no heating on and it was very cold, that really upset my Mum & Dad, hence I am in with my foster
parents with until The Warm returns.

Something that you might like to try with your furbabies - I've found that if I've been caught out in the rain is a quick rub down with a piece of kitchen roll to help dry me off is rather nice, and takes the strain out of having to do it all yourself. It was quite funny the first time my Mum did it. (she said she didn't want a soaking wet furbaby curled up next to her). She called my Dad to look at the expression on my face, they both say I had a startled look of "What are you doing? I'm used to D.I.Y. or drip-drying".

I also like being brushed but not too keen on the spikey side, as Mum found out when I attacked the brush. I was a very good Roo and made sure that her hands were not in the way first. I'd never been brushed prior to coming to live with Mum & Dad. If you've been following my story on I Mozart & Gonzo blogosphere will know that I didn't get the attention I deserved from the Pillocks.

You can't have a highly intelligent & sensitive furbaby like me without tending to all of my needs. I occasionally get weepy eyes, and I'm really good about Mum bathing them with a little warm water on a cotton wool ball. (Mum told me she was going to get some golden eye ointment for me, but couldn't as it's no longer made - unless any of my furfriends can tell me what she can get that is similar?).

I was returned to my old beans during the early summer while my new Mum & Dad were at their permanent home for a couple of weeks. Another camper took pity on me as my eyes had been weeping quite a lot - I wonder if furbabies get hayfever? They didn't know I'd adopted & been adopted by my new Mum & Dad so suggested to the old Missus that a trip to the V E T was needed. The Missus said "Oh, we haven't seen him for six months" and didn't seem at all concerned about them. She took me in the front door, put me down and I was back out before she could close it. I hated it there - I went straight to the holiday park into my Mum & Dads caravan and kept my head down. I didn't want to be taken back there ever again!

Mum regularly keeps in touch letting me how much she & Dad are missing me (he's not one for showing his feelings) but I've heard through the grapevine that when my foster parents left with me in their car, Dad said that there was a huge Roo shaped hole in their lives and Mum should stop crying as she knew it was for the best, that they'd get to see me again when they come up to Scotland during the Christmas holidays, then I'd be back permanently with them when The Warm returns in the spring. I've always got my ears cocked listening out for them as I miss them as well!

Dear Mum and Dad, please tell Sue and Paul I miss their fussing almost as much as I miss yours! The neighbours come to visit and they give me good fusses but I miss yours. A lot. I am having a very nice Scottish Holiday but it will be nice to be Home again.

Purrs, kisses, and head bumps from your lad,

Roo

FINALLY! Hmph.

Her and Him have been so busy doing something called 'winterising' that Her has not been leaving the laptop turned on so I could post these piccies to the blog. Hmph.

But Her FINALLY has, so here are some pics (more to come, me Mum sent a huge lot for me to post:):

First, here are two snaps of me with me Mum and Dad:




Here's me on the roof-very good viewing of where to strike next, erm, I mean visit. Seriously, just visit. I certainly was not up there to scout out potential sausage gathering tents, erm, spots, erm, never mind:



OK, and finally, here I am napping. Again. Shins do make very good pillows indeed!



I am still trying to learn to appreciate (hmph) The Horrible. It truly is Horrible, I do not like the way it feels all wrapped around me middle and front like that. Her showed me a YouTube video of a cat wearing one and going outside, but I think Them should just give it all up and let me Out. I understand why Mozart wasn't terribly interested in Out but I have never fallen with a squirrel next wrapped around me, nor have I had to contend with Things That Would Eat Me as much as he did, even though I was an Outdoor cat, we just have fewer Things That Would Eat Me. Plus I could hide better, I think. Mozart wasn't exactly the right colour cat to be able to hide in the hedgerows-WOWSA, he was ginger, wasn't he!

And They took my Hoard! Him said their kitchen is too small to have a big (growing, too) stack of Roo MREs (Her thinks it is funny to call me Whiskas pouches 'meals-ready-to-eat) sitting in the middle of the room. Hmph. Me Hoard was NOT in the middle of the room, Her had it neatly stacked against the back wall, but Him made Her hand it all up to Him to stack in the loft.

I went up there to make sure me Hoard would be safe from unauthorised nibbling by the mice-but there are no other animals except Us here, so it is ok, I guess. I liked seeing me Hoard next to Theirs, and I don't think I like that mine is in the loft but there you go.

@Mum, yes! I would like to see piccies of me soon-to-be-fursisters! I will try to be polite, like you said, and I think I can do it, Mum, I really do! I KNOW I can do it better than I can do The Horrible, LOL!

Dear Mum and Dad, Her is finally letting me get a word in edgewise on teh Blog-O-Sphere. Sheesh, Her reads more than Him, and Him reads ALOT!

I have some piccies for you to admire, but first I want to show off my mad Copy&Paste skilz by bringing yer comment into the blog, Mum. I'm putting it a bold and italicised (stoopid SpelCheK spels Uhmerican, wut's up with that?!) highlight so's everyone will know it's a special quote from me Mum, telling my story in my words:

Roos Mum said...
It's time to tell the story about the sausage :D

While Mum & Dad had left a window open for me to come & go as I pleased and for someone to come down and feed me twice a day while they were at their permanent home, I missed their company & fusses.

This particular evening (2.30am) I needed some company so took myself for a walk around the holiday park. I soon smelt sausages and found a tent I hadn't previously been in. So thought I'd be polite and introduce myself. BIG problem there was a dog in residence who showed immediately he didn't like cats, barking and causing such a fuss, I ended up showing my sharp claws and smacked him across the nose. During the kerfuffle his people woke up and started shouting, this woke up other people on the campsite including the site owner who came across to see what all the noise was about (the site is usually very quite, so the noise was unusual) - the sausage smell had led me into more trouble, I'd spotted where the sausages had been left, so grabbed them on the way out.

I'm pussona non gratia on the campsite now which is why The Horrible has been put on me, that way I won't be able to raid tents in the future when I go back to my Mum & Dad in the spring.

November 4, 2011 7:56 AM

Yes Mum, I am being a fairly good Roo 'bout The Horrible. I suppose I really should learn how to wear it so that nobody at the holiday park ever accuses me of another sausage raid.

Her went to the library last week and got a book about helping cats get comfortable with The Horrible. I wouldn't do that for anyone else but you and Dad, Mum.

I would be mad at Her for making me go through this but yesterday when she came in from the dentist (and before she crawled miserably under the duvet until Him brought her some soup) she gave me this pressie she got for me while she was waiting for her bus. I like it, but don't tell Him that quite yet because I think Him is just a little bit jealous Her thought of it before Him did. (ROFLOL, last night I watched where Her put the wool shawl Her is working on after Her took me off of it even though it is a very nice Roo bed and I think Her should let me have it. Him saw me sleeping on it and didn't say anything to Her...)

It is a lot more fun than the picture shows, Mum and Dad. I can stick my paw through the top OR the side to get that inside ball. Someday I will get that ball. I like the springy outside ball, too, and like to make it spring.



Here is another picture, this one is of me holding Her down so Her doesn't float away while Her is hogging the InnerWebs. I want MY turn!



And here are my special pictures. I like to hide and wait for Them to ambush. This is one of my most magical hiding spots, Him never sees me, lol!



And I like waiting here, too-Her wears something Trifocals and so (Her says) Her never sees it coming:




And best of (but no piccies, maybe next time before The Hoard diminishes) is my own special corner in the kitchen where They store my Hoard. The hunting place called Tesco had an amazing offer on this week-BOGO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So They did, and I have 52 days of long range dated Whiskas pouches! Mum, I am a happy Kat that you and Dad sent with me with such good Foster Persons for the winter! I like to come and sit in the kitchen staring at my riches, it is a Good Thing.