Sunday, Sunday...

Mom thinks I look particularly handsome here. I like to give her a closed eye grin on occasion.

And here I am in a box. I love boxes. Mom is keeping a few around the house just for me. There's a nice big one by the door that she really needs to empty for me. I think I shall remind her to do so shortly.

Oh, here I am with Chani sitting on an afgan that Grandma made for Mom. We love it so much! We've even worn holes in it. Sheamus Popoki loves to make biscuits on it.  And speaking of the Orange Fluff Ball...

He's just sacked out...

9 and Chani get some love

Last night, 9 was being particularly adorable. I just had to give him some belly rubs and neck skritches...

He enjoyed them.

Not to be left out, Chani rolled over for some belly rubs which she enjoyed.

And then she got some chest skrtiches. Both 9 and Chani purred up a storm.

Now, where was Sheamus Popoki? Off sleeping on top of my stinky used yoga towel and clothes. I refrained from taking a photo of that... Nevertheless, he got some love too.

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Sheamus Popoki by the morning light

Cute Chani on a Monday

Would you like some tummy rubs, Chani-chan? Yes? Ok! You got it, Princess Pretty Pants!

Somewhat Snuggling on a Sunday

Mom sat on the couch today to catch up on some tv. Chani and I slept on her, but we kept switching places every time Mom got up... Yes, can you believe it, she would get up and disturb our napping! Eventually, Chani slept on her chest, while I slept on her stomach. Since we were both there, I thought Chani could use some grooming. Chani disagreed and whapped me in the head. Mom made her stop and then we both decided to share the space. Until Mom got up again... seriously, she needs to stop moving! The laundry can do itself!

Later in the evening, Mom came across this tableau. She wondered where she was going to sleep. Fortunately, Chani was kind enough to move. This is about as close as Chani comes to snuggling with Sheamus Popoki. She still considers him the Orange Interloper.

We hope you had a lovely weekend.

Chani on a Saturday

Contemplative Chani contemplates inspiring Marlene to paint her portrait next.

And succeeds...

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9 and his portrait

It is done! At long last, Mom has finished 9's painting. She is very happy with it and has ordered cards. They should be here at the end of the month.

Now, Mom tried really hard to get me to look at my painting while she took a photo, but I was not being cooperative. I'm kind of embarrassed actually. I mean, Mom's aunty said that I look like I am saying, "Awwww Mom!" It's just like when Aunty shows her daughter photos of her daughter, embarrassing to the extreme!.

Oh well. Mom has ordered cards of this painting that she is calling Dark Blue Om Cat. She really should have come up with better names or at least called this 9 Om.

Next, Mom has to open up an Etsy shop so she can more easily sell all her cards. We will keep you informed!

Happy Fourth Gotcha Day, 9 and Chani!

Yes, indeed. Four years ago today, I adopted darling 9 and dear Princess Chani. Right after Q crossed the Rainbow Bridge, the emptiness inside of me was overwhelming. I was going a little nuts and well, I just had to have a few kitties in my life. I saw 9 and Chani on an adoption fair notice on Craigslist. Actually, the photo they posted of 9 was not actually 9, but another kitten named Posey who looked very similar to 9.

Honestly, it didn't matter. Joker, as 9 was named by his foster mom, was the one for me. He chose me. I remember picking him up, holding him and he licked my arm. The deal was sealed right there. HIs foster mom said to him, "Oh stop kissing up. She's decided to take you already!" There were a few people who wanted to adopt 9, but they all fell by the way side and 9 was mine.

He is my dear, sweet, loving joker of a kitty. He's silly, he's sensitive and just what I needed after Q's passing.

I love my darling boy very very much.

Chani was in the same cage as 9 when I went to the adoption fair. A previous interested adopter had wanted to see if the two of them would get along. She was thinking of adopting 9 for her son and Chani for herself. She left to think about it. I arrived, was chosen by 9 and well, I couldn't leave Chani behind. I was thinking originally of adopting another boy kitty. However, my friend who came with me looked me dead in the eye and said, "You are adopting this one too, right?" as Ella, how Chani was named by her foster mom, cuddled in my friend's arms.

I am no longer in contact with that friend for a variety of reasons. However, she did help me bring this dear, diva, princess of a kitty into my life. I can't imagine life without Princess Chani-chan, my Chan-Chan girl. She is mercurial, cunning, particular, and fickle in how she gives her love to others. But to me, she is my bed time cuddle bug. She always lulls me to sleep with her loud purrs as she lies right next to me, often times curled in the space between my left shoulder and body. She rests her head on my chest and just keeps me warm and loved.

Talk to the back paw!

9 and Chani, I am so happy that you are traveling with me on my journey. Thank you to Q who came before. I know you had a hand or paw, rather, in guiding me to them.

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