In any case, Happy Halloween everyone! How will you be celebrating Halloween this year? Are you and your humans dressing up in costumes, scarfing candies and sweets, watching scary movies, or going to parties? Maybe you’re even camping out in a graveyard like my Mom did once when she was younger? Ooooh, if you are, I wishes you the best of luck! Remember, Zombies like brains but are slow moving. If people start popping out of the ground like daisies, your best bet is to run like mad!

This year, Mom is taking me to a Halloween party this afternoon. We’re only gonna drop in for a little bit ’cause some neighbors invited Mom to their Halloween Block Party and she doesn’t want to miss it. There’s gonna be a costume contest for the best-dressed kitty and doggy there. Mom is trying to dress me up in this tux outfit that comes with a little hat that can be strapped on my head. I hate it. Mom is forgetting that I’ve never really liked dressing up much. There’s some outfits I like, but that’s it. And this costume is definitely not it.

If I have to go in costume, I wanna go wearing Mom’s mask from last year:

It’s so cool looking and it’s sparkly too! It’s a big big on me on though. I has to hold my head just so to keeps it from falling off my whole body completely. As for wearing it on my face, well…..

I have to hold my head at a very high and awkward angle and Mom has to support my head and the mask to boot. It don’t make for a comfortable fit. But as you can see, I do look pretty spiffin’ in the mask, if I do say so myself.

I gots a bath earlier, and now that my furs dry, I’ve been relegated to the bedroom while Mom finishes gettin’ ready to go. She’s wearing some really weird outfit that requires this bit of stiff fabric around her waste makes her look way thinner, but also stiff and no-Mom at the same time. Her hair is all up in a funny complicated thing too and I dunno how she can stand being in the bathroom with the bright lights on and it still warm from her shower with out the bathroom fan on. But she spent a long time on her and I guess she doesn’t want it getting messed up in the mean time.

I’m not really looking forward to this party much right now, it sounds kinda stiff and boring. But the block party? Now that sounds like it’ll be fun. Why? Because there’s gonna be grilling and when there’s grilling there’s ribs, steaks, hamburgers, and hot dogs on the menu! I can’t wait!

Happy Halloween!!!

Well, it’s not a good one for Mom, but I think it’s kinda cool.

You see, when Mom was a little kid (wow that must have been a looooong time ago! ) there was a basement in this old house. Well, since it’s so small and was used to store preserves and wine back in the day when not even Grandma was born, maybe it’s more of a cellar…? Buts anyway, there was a basement at one point and Mom used to like playing down there. Mom’s Great-Grandma would store preserves down there and other stuff, but one day she fell and hurt her hip while picking fruit off the membrillo trees, and she couldn’t walk very well after that and had to use a walker to gets around. She was stubborn like my Mom is (maybe more?) and refused to let people do things for her just ’cause she didn’t have the same mobility she used to though!

The end result? Since she lived on her own and refused to have someone living with her and taking care of her, the basement was sealed so that she wouldn’t need to go down there to clean or store stuff anymore and there’d be one less risk for her.

Flash forward like twenty years and Mom and I are living here now and there’s a bit of a mouse problem. I’ve been trying to catch ‘em all but it’s tough work for one kitty. Especially when Mom gets mad at me for hopping on the stove or counter and stuff. Some of the tile is cracking and needs to be replaced and one of spots happens to be where the door in the floor (that sounds funny) to the basement is. The tile is that cheap kind that is thin and comes in a roll that is easy to lay, so Mom isn’t surprised it needs replacing. It’s one of many things she’s gonna get around to eventually. Mom spilled the pan of water she had used to clean rice in and it spread all over the floor, including to where the new cracks are. Before she could mops it up, the water by the new cracks just soaked into the floor like it was dry ground outside.

We were suspicious, very suspicious. I thought I founds a new adventure, Mom thought she smelled something funny. We were both rights! Mom mopped up the rest of the water then started feeling around on the floor with this funny knife that has a switch and I sometimes see her use to cut boxes with. I couldn’t figure out why was slicing a square into our floor until all of a sudden did something funny and up comes the floor!

Apparently the basement wasn’t filled in likes we were all told and Mom’s great aunt and great uncle just sorta sealed the door down. Mom sees what you lazy humans did there! Some of the door had cracked from too much weight being on it and broken away, which is how the water fell down into the basement. And when Mom and I looked down we saw a few preserve jars that had, had stuff in ‘em and been knocked down, lots of cobwebs and dust, and some mice. I HAZ FOUNDS YOU, YOU MICEZ!!!!

There are some mold spots too, but they’re small Mom is going to go down there tomorrow in the daylight and clean like crazy so that she doesn’t have to shell out money she don’t have for a basement dehumidifier to combat mold in the future.

Mom is ticked though. Her Great Aunt and Uncle said it was filled in proper but it never was and so a table with appliances has been standing partly on that spot and people have sat in chairs over that spot for all these years putting weight there and it could have givens out any time. She’s especially mad ’cause if it had happened while her Great Grandmother was still alive, well, she would have been really hurt. And Mom is already not very happy with them these past couple of years ’cause of many things. Methinks I don’t wanna be around when Mom talks to ‘em about this.

I’m excited though ’cause this means a new room to explore for me and better hunting grounds while inside the house!!

Turns out Mom forgot to renew our domain for us.

So when a human named Angel brought it to Mom’s attention (finally!) Mom got it renewed. But then it took forever to come back up.

How could Mom forgets such an important thing? I dunno. Isis thinks Mom was busy looking for a job (any kind of job) and was too being with her entry level job search. I thinks that’s bull. I thinks she just doesn’t love us that much anymore.

It didn’t happen.

She started changing into the clothes she wears when home and tossed her other clothes on the bed, on top of me no less, and where I was trying to sleep. Eventually she picked them up and then she spotted me. She picked me, gave me a hug and asked me if I missed her. I was a nice kitty (of course) and said that yes, I did miss her. Even though I really wanted to say no because I was having a nice sleep. She then put me down, on the floor, and proceeded to curl up under the blankets on the spot I had been. So rude!

So instead of getting to sleep in my nice cozy spot like I was, I got regulated to the bottom of the bed and had to make do with what covers were left. And did I mention that Mommy put me outside today, all day, and I didn’t even get to see her again before she left? Yes, she abandoned me today! Mean Mommy. Makes me almost wanna investigate those package deals for Florida vacations (or somewhere equally far) to send Mommy so that I can sleep in peace. But I would miss her if she left for long and that far away. What’s a kitty to do?

Ugh, unfortunately I can’t take full credit for that awesome song. Teh original is about a doggie and is called “That Doggie in the Window“.

For the past week, one of the Old Man’s friends has been coming by every single day and mooching off of teh humans. Mom makes a lunch that he invites himself to and then he gets the Old Man to take him places. Today he had to go food shopping. Yesterday it was stuff for his horses. Yeah, he made the Old Man take him to get horse supplies. And it wasn’t just a little bit of stuff neither. It was a lot of stuff, that’s why he wanted the Old Man to take him. ‘Cause he has a big truck.

I still don’t know why the Old Man is doing all this stuff for teh Moocher though. It confuses me. He has a car and sometimes someone brings him here. So why?

Today he saw Isis sitting in the window and said she looked pretty. Isis loved that. She started purring loud enough to be heard outside. So not fair. When he saw me he tried to chase me off the property. Said I looked like a stray! Isis just laughed.

She laughed until he asked teh Old Man if he was willing to get rid of her. He wanted to know if Isis was for sale! I think the Old Man was considering it too, ’cause sometimes Isis is really snooty with him, but Mom came out. He asked Mom if she wanted to get rid of Isis.

Her reaction was scary. The sky got all dark and Mom’s voice was all sinister and evil sounding. And her eyes. *shivers* Mom’s scary. I’ll never get her mad again.

He should have asked me. I’d have let him take Isis. More food for me!

I might have missed her a little wittle bit, maybe. Don’t tell Isis that though. She’s spooked thinking people want to sell her!

Green machines stealing my fluffy cotton!

I ran back to the house and started batting at the window to get mommy’s attention and eventually I got her to come outside and follows me to the back so she could stop them. Do you know what she said?! She just pat me on the head and said “They’re just picking the cotton now so they can rest on Thanksgiving, Denali. It’s nothing to worry about.”

I know they’re picking the cotton, I don’t want them to. So it is something to worry about. They’re stealing my fluffy white playground and mommy won’t do anything about it.

I tried to run out to stop thems myself, but mommy wouldn’t let me and took me inside. She had to get ready for work and didn’t have time to keep an eye on me she said, but that doesn’t make much sense since after she left she came right back!

Mommy explained that farmers plant those fields of cotton so that they grows it and pick it to use to make clothes, bedding, and toys, for humans and kittehs. She even showed me my favorite bunny and explained it was made out of cotton.

So I guess some good came from this, but I wish they would have torn up another cotton field and not mine.