Most of us rather like our cats to have a streak of wickedness. I should not feel quite easy in the company of any cat that walked about the house with a saintly expression - Beverly Nichols
Yeah, that would be me, a little wicked or sassy as mum says it. That is why I am called a sassy cat. Here I am checking out mum while she was looking at her book of stuff when she last went to visit the UK. This was before we met all of the UK kitties, so she didn't visit them.
Mum felt much better on Sunday after getting a good nights sleep. The outside work is done now so the snow can start flying. Mum does not want it to start flying though. Plus all of the chairs and such have to be put away for the winter, otherwise they are in the way. Moving the chairs wasn't the hard part, it was the cutting down the flowers, mowing, winterizing that made her so achy, mostly her legs with all of the walking and such in the cold air. Mum worked outside for over four hours on Saturday. Me, I watched a little bit, then went off to nap.
The Pack whipped Da Bear
The Colts beat Texas
Brett the Jet won last Thursday over the guys named Pat
Lots of purrs to Moki and his beans. He is fighting a nasty UTI, blood in his urine and a temperature that isn't what it should be. I joined the nap pile to help warm him up last night.