Callie and Mitch

Callie is forever sitting on that stool watching me cut up fruit...

I thought the tree would scare her away, but it's not. She likes having a front row seat to the goings-on in the kitchen.

And she isn't pleased that I am cutting up simple fruit. I think she is more interested to see if I am cutting up something more interesting like meat.

Mitch, on the other hand, is simply looking for a soft place to lay his big body.

And he has no problem finding that special place!

Wordless Wednesday: Big Mitch!!

Monday Funnies

That look I get from Callie Jo and Mitch when I sneeze too hard...

Wordless Wednesday: That Good Sleep

Semi-Wordless Wednesday.

I get nervous when Mitch and Callie are quiet... and staring at me.  Especially that Callie Jo...

It always means they are planning something.

Hmmm...



 

A Message from Mitch

Dear Serenity23,

This is Mitch.

I heard you like men in pink dress shirts.

I don't have a pink dress shirt.

I only have my natural tuxedo... and my pink collar.

How you like that?

Love, Peace and Power,

Mitch.

Sister Callie and Mitch on Some Mornings

I look for the cats in the morning before I leave for work to make sure they're not closed up in my bedroom. I usually can find them, as they are eating or looking out the windows. But some days I can't find them, and I get frantic if I'm running late.

Sometimes I forget to look up...

I forget that they tend to hang out on the beams.

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I feel silly for not looking up over my head.

Yet Sister Callie and Mitch are looking at me from up there and probably thinking "Look at that fool running around calling our names. She's too silly to look up and see us. Ha ha."

Humph.

They've been getting into fights up there lately, and I am sure someone has fallen.

Don't hurt yourselves, cats. I don't want to pay hefty vet bills.

And for goodness sake, don't take out that ceiling fan!

Please, don't.

Mitch and Callie Tales

Most mornings I let the paper blinds up in the living room so the cats can look out the window.  Sister Callie and Mitch get excited about this.

I'm not sure what's up with that. Maybe they are enlightened by the occasional fleeting bird or passing car. Or they get all riled up by the occasional cat that (right now, a long haired black cat) that happens to wonders up on the front porch.

They get really curious if I'm going in and out of the front door. Especially that Sister Callie.

And they really like sitting on that end table next to the chair. It's to the point where I can't keep them off of it. Let's just say I don't really even sit over there, or eat near that table. They can just have it.

They knock random stuff off the table. Especially that Sister Callie.  Mitch is good about just looking out the window and leaving stuff alone. Callie is just hard-headed.

So one day I was lounging on the couch watching TV.  So one day she knocked something over. And I yelled about it. She glared. I went back to watching TV.

I noticed they were really quiet.  This isn't usually the case unless they are hiding and sleeping.

I looked over and these jokers were laid out sleep.

And they, well Sister Callie, had knocked EVERYTHING off that table. Hand wipes, post cards, random pieces of paper, my wrist blood pressure monitor, scissors, crochet needle...

...And a journal that my Triple F Posse sister had given me for Christmas. Callie made sure to lay her backside right on top of it. Humph.

I wanted to GO OFF on both of them. A peaceful Mitch, with his chin resting lovingly on his paws as he sleeps, was just as guilty. Both of them needed some punishment.

But I decided to leave them alone. 

And enjoy the peace and quiet.