Christmas Eve in the SouthWoodsUSA™

     I know it's a lot for one post, but I'm trying hard to keep the spirit up in my heart.  The holidays have not been overly friendly to me for many years, but that's not important here.  What's important is that the little ones, bipedal and quadrupedal types all, are given the best and the most of what we can offer them.  So, these are for them, and too, those of the elder portion of both groups that have a happy heart this time of year.  

Buddy Bear is determined to catch him a reindeer to ride and play with!

Buddy worked awful hard to get this pose just right for his card this year!

   

MikiCato was wondering if he shouldn't try to outdo Buddy's pose but he settled on this one.  

     We didn't get around to making cards for the others in the clowder, but they all are with me in wishing you all, the best of the season.  Bear with us.  We'll get to the good stuff in the photo albums and get them 'fixed' up some way or the other.   

     Tegar, Ms Smokey, and Rowdy are enjoying the warm day, no winds and lots of sun.  Hope it's an nice in your front yard as it is in ours.  No snow, but still, it is Christmas!  Be happy. 

     Wishing the best to one and all, We are Lisa and Roy Sr, the servants of the Mouskateers of SouthWoodsUSA™.

 RoySr the Large One, 

aka KnightOwl

aka The Wizard the kids call Sgt. Pop

Sleepy Sunday, Just to be different!

     Sunday be funday for da fuzzballs, and me bein da biggun of da clowder, I jus naurmentalt does da biggest sleeps of all dem kittyboys.

     I takes da Large One baks ta bed after him has hims breakyfas, him gets comfy and I takes my place on da lefte arm.  Here I poses for da flashy box.  Large One done gots wise to da ways of takin pikturs from all whichaways and him purty good wif it.  If onlies him learn how to turn da flashy ting off and still get da piktures.

     Next I finds my pillow spot on da long arm and I does a good washy bit on it.  No wants to get da 'Bean's cooties yaknows?

     And den come da bestes part.  When I lays my head down da Large One be out lak da sun when it nitey times.  

     Sees?  It not hard to train da 'Beans to do whats you wants dem to do.  You just gots to be firm and takes no nonsenses -- Dey learn fast too!  

     I needs to know one thing to make dis a hapfy time of da day -- just how does you gets dem to stops with the snorey noise when dey on dere belly up spots.  Large One be noisy somtimes.  Much noiseys.

     OK!  I done did my ting for da day.  Nex day come one of da oder kittys.  

     Nap time!

Christmas Greetings From Our House to Yours

     Just in case I don't get back in before the end of the holiday, this greeting is for everyone everywhere .....

Merry Christmas Everyone!
Here's to many Merry Christmases yet to be!
Peace, Happiness, Love and Contentment
for all who these words shall see!
Lisa & Roy Sr and the Mouskateers of SouthWoodsUSA

Wednesday Night Reading

     The Evening is quiet, there's nothing on TV of interest to me, and I've a good book in hand.  Since the comfortable chair is located in the fun room, and the Lady of the house is involved in one of her last minute Christmas gift projects in that fun room, she has one of her favorite evening programs going on said TV, and I have completed my rounds of the threads and such on the interwebs,  we (the cats and I) have decided we shall settle on the big bed, they to cuddle and snooze ..... I to get into this book I mentioned.  
     We all troop down the hall, cats taking the first leap onto the bed, each aiming for the 'warm spot', knowing full well I will toss them out of it, or, should they get stubborn, I will threaten to sit on them.  Either way, I get evil looks, backs turned to me, and am, for a short time at least, ignored.  They move over, and I bail in.  
     OK!  skipping past all the rooting and squirming and fluffing of pillows and other such, I settle down, turn on the light, locate my glasses in the bit of stuff accumulated on the night table, put them on, adjust the light, open the book and start the quiet enjoyment of delving into the written account of life in another's world.  
     Soon the bed begins to move and I feel the little guys' slow but sure gravitation to me.  Buddy takes his time working his way up the outside edge of the bed on my right, Tegar takes the quick jump into the little 'donut ring' bed his Mommy sewed for their sleeping pleasure in the center at the foot of the bed.  Rowdy waits patiently until Buddy is in place curled in my armpit, little head hanging over the edge of the bed, staring at something no one can see but himself.  Then, with quiet aplomb, Rowdy takes over the guard position on that edge just below my knee. 
     So, that leaves Miki parked in his Mommy's warm spot on the other side of the bed taking an elaborate 'before nap bath'.  I'm suspecting the worst with him but soon slip deeply into the fantasy world my latest 'favorite author' has drawn me when, with a dainty hop, a monster purr, a pleading 'Meowrr', and a rough-tongued slurp on my nose, Miki lands squarely on my chest between my book and my glasses, said glasses now hanging half off my face.  

Miki's favorite pillow ..... the Large One's arm.

     After a lecture, a few scritches and chin rubs, the little House Panther takes himself off my chest to curl next to me on my left side, naturally pinning my 'book holding' arm.  So, since I am deprived of the use of my arm, the evening's reading is cut way short, and I very shortly fall fast asleep with both arms full of cats.  Around an hour or so of quiet slumber later I wake to find my right arm free of big fluffy Buddy, but with sleek little Miki still on the other side.  I fumble for the camera, get several snaps of him pinning my arm, and, even though I feel a bit of guilt having caused him to wake up because of the flash in his face, I finally get use of my arm again.  
     By this time the desire to read has completely deserts me.  In stead there seems to be the need to tend to the rumble in my stomach.  As I get up, I am aware of a four-cat escort party waiting patiently on the floor beside my shoes.  
     The trip down the hall is always a merry one ..... well, almost.  I always have to watch where I walk, occasionally bracing myself on the wall as I go to avoid stumbling over these gamboling little creatures.  Still, I feel well protected having these little pests I call 'my children' always nearby guarding, escorting, and loving me.  
     Short legged, fluffy, speaking a different language, more stubborn than I ..... Ayup!   They are the Small One's 'children', definitely not mine. 
     I feel loved.  The book will be there later, our little cats may not.  Life is Good! 
     Have you loved you pets lately?
     I'm gone again ......

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