I will. Pumpkin T. Cat here. Mom's at work (shh... don't tell her I'm on the 'puter... she gets mad) and she was grumbling about not blogging all week. I tried to wake her up early this morning to get up and blog, but she told me to go play with mice. I did. It was fun. That gray one is especially fun... and chewy... mmmm... chewy..
Where was I? Oh, mom's not blogging. I don't get it. She tells HWFM (he who feeds me) that she blogs about her knitting. I see the knitting. I touch the knitting. I get yelled at for touching the knitting. I like knitting. Sometimes, Mom gives me my own knitting to knit when she's knitting. And then it got hot. All day, I sat on my large blue bed (they call it a "cow-ch" but it has no spots. or milk. I'd know about the milk) and waited for the big box to make cold. I told mom when she got home that it didn't do anything, so no cookies for the box!! She made it cold. I liked that.
I seem to be getting distracted. This happens a lot.
HWFM and I spent all day together on a day when I get fed late. See, there are days when I get fed on-time. and days when I get fed late. On the late days, mom and HWFM stay here and throw mice and snuggle and rub my butt. Mom's good at butt rubbin'. I loves that. So, HWFM and I waited and waited and waited. We watched football and played in the clothes b/c it makes mom happy when we play in the clothes when she's gone. Mom was gone for two food times and smelled like squirrel when she got home. She had stinky knitting that was all colors. She told HWFM that she died. I was surprised! I thought only cats had nine lives... humans must have at least 2. When she died, people were there. No cats. She told me she died in the woods and there were no cats. But there must have been squirrels. She smelled like squirrels.
Between the dying and the knitting... Mom cried. She said her phone died too. She brought home a new one. It's blue and she keeps aiming it at me. And telling me "smile!" It looks at me funny. HWFM laughed because mom named it Blueberry. He said it's name was Blackberry. I have to say, I agree with Mom, it's blue. not black.
Nope... no leftover pudding for me. They made pudding last night. And didn't share. HWFM said it's not cat food... it's human food. Humph! I bit his toes. He'll learn.
I should go... there are squirrels in the back yard and I need to keep an eye on them.
She won't listen to me...you tell her: blog more. Oh, and pudding... lots of pudding.