ManCat Monday

Cat people are different, to the extent that they generally are not conformists. How could they be, with a cat running their lives? - Louis J. Damuti, D.V.M.

I am fine after my stabby place visit. Just the typical once a year visit, and the VET found nothing to be concerned about. The only thing I and mum don't care for is about the chill pill. If I don't get it, I am too wild to examine, but it takes furrever to wear off.

Otherwise we had a nice quiet weekend. Mum did her chores, including one where she got all dirty by clearing out the rain gutters of the wet, stinky, rotting maple seeds. Lots of other little chores outside, closely snoopervised by Virginger and Glimmer.

Sunday she had lunch with Miss Lynn, then they went and kicked tires looking for a new metal monster for Miss Lynn. The search continues.

Mum tried to post this vidoe to FB on Caturday evening, you could hear me, but not see me. So here is the pictures and sound. This was me Caturday night, loving my butterfly. I love this toy, I will carry it around and make my deep merrowws. I wake up mum a lot during the might when I decide I want to play with it. Miss Angel Praline sent it to us in our Secret Paw package way back in 2010.

Plus at about the 2 minute mark I look at mum and the movie box and you can see my wonky eye showing the third eyelid. A couple of hours later it was finally going away.

Here is the full mooovie version, complete with credits. It was a bit longer, but blogger wouldn't upload it and kept giving mum an error. So she edited it down a bit, so if the editing is choppy, it is her fault.
 

We hopes everyone has a good week.