Tuxie Tuesday

I think I've mentioned that Hart really never thinks too much about where he naps. Sometimes he just disappears under the chair, but forgets to pull his feet in.

I'll admit, his back feet toes are kinda cute.

I'm still recommending an artful pose when in repose.

Sometime the two of us sack out in the same place. "Joined at the hip" they say. That's just how it is sometimes when you are comfortable with an old friend.

Listen to the birdies sing....

I saw Hart loafing on the bench outside yesterday. He looked like someone had let the air out of him.

He is a great hunter, but pretty lax on keeping up with his outside snoopervising duties.

Hart is way too involved in baby bird catching. It just about wears him out racing up and leaping to the bird feeder, then running when Bernie knocks on the window and yells.

Baby birds are too easy; they sit near us and look at us like they don't know what we are. They learn though...

I personally caught a Carolina wren and brought it in to show Bernie. He was ticked off, and took the bird away from me. The dumb wren now sits on the patio chair and smirks at us.

I wasn't going to hurt it or anything,; I just wanted to show Bernie that I could catch a bird if I wanted to.

I got going on my rounds..,..everything was just fine. The raccoons had stopped by and left some trash behind, but that isn't my problem.

I am allowed to hunt snakes though. Inside snakes. Ones that are knitted by Grandma, and have 'nip and crinkles and bells inside.

Man can those things fight.

I have to re-kill them every day.

Another Tiggie-Snake trophy shot.

It is a lot of work killing snakes. I always work up a bit of sweat, and my fur gets all tangled. A nice long bath followed by a good nap makes for the perfect end to a successful hunt.

Brushing privilege

I got thinking the other day about all the people who I have allowed to brush me.

I prefer red haired people to brush me. They understand my fur type.

She was really good at brushing Hart and I at the same time.

This woman I only met once. She owns several famous hair salons out in California I am told.

Well now she has something else to brag about.

She has brushed me.

Did a good job too I might add. She got all the way down on the rug to do the job.

Let's see...

who else?

Jeff

The Swedish girl

Bernie of course.

Blondie

"Grandma"

and the other Grandma

Crystal

Jennifer

Uncle Scott

There are probably a few more people that I can't recall right now. I suppose they will be upset with me that I have forgotten them.

My apologies.

I sent the Swedish girl some of my fur. She thought that was very nice of me. I thought so...I haven't heard a lot about Sweden, so I thought perhaps maybe they needed something special like Tiggie fur over there.

I am considering sending my fur to other parts of the world that could benefit from a touch of my special orange fur.

After all, Blondie just acts all disgusted that I usually shed out a nice ball of fur every time she brushes me. I think she just doesn't appreciate my fur as she should. If I started sending it out to other places, maybe she would start being more respectful.

Anyway, that is what I am thinking about today.