Them's is the rules...

If it is on the bed...we get to lay on it.
That's the rules.

(Hart: Yeah...that's the rules!)

Good choice!

They did a good job of picking colors around here. Matched my eyes, threw in some all important orange...

Even Hart got a pillow that matched him.
There has been workers here all the time the last five months, and I've been very busy snoopervising all their tasks.
One day they even let a dog into the house.

The black beast raced into the back bedroom where Hart and I were taking our second morning nap.

Not to brag or anything...but I let that dog have it, smacked his nose, raked his behind when he turned to run from me, then jumped on his back and kept clawing.

He picked up speed, and I dropped off...chased him down the hall, into the kitchen, across the deck, through the garage and out to the curb.

Stupid dog.

Anyway, it has been nice and peaceful since all the construction work is done. Oh and there was a HUGE party here too. I got to hang out with everyone...got some chicken and pork off of a lot of plates by just standing there and looking at the plates.

People are such pushovers for green eyes and orange fluffy tails.

More after our naps.

Maybe.

It comes...it goes...but where????

You know what? This place that we got moved to is really strange.

One day it is hot. Then it gets cold. Then there is white cold stuff everywhere.

Later on the white stuff disappears.

I don't get it.

The stuff was everywhere. Then it was just gone.

Now it is hot again. I can see a little of the white stuff up on the mountains still.

They used to be completely white, and now they are green.

Me...I'm orange all the time.

Find a color and stick with it is what I always say.

Hart really liked the white stuff. He used to run around in it even.

(Hart: That's because I've got snow boots. I blend right in with this stuff.

Orange Tiggie? Not so much. He's just jealous of my boots. They are perfect for keeping me warm in the snow!)

Vigilance

My Uncle Rufus out in La Jolla is still standing his post against Iraqi cat invasions.
Are YOU still doing your part where you live???

Snoopervising

Sister came into town, so I was showing her which boxes needed to be opened first.

Open this one Sister!

It's in my chair.

She opened it, but she did not move it, and I WANTED TO SIT IN THE CHAIR!

What's a cat to do?

It wasn't as comfy as I wanted it to be, so I tried the armrest.

Nope.

But I finally got her to move the box, and I even had some un-shed-upon clothing to warm up and slime. Things are looking up.

Just when we thought things were going to be OK...

Our house is a total wreak because people are tearing it up for some reason.
I have made a point of snoopervising all these goings on.
The tearing up part isn't the worst of it though.
Hart and I overheard a conversation that has us both just about going over the edge

Apparently we live next door to a few bob cats.
There are about three regular long tail cats that hang around outside that we have seen.
This one is the black and white one. He is a big guy, and I don't want to ever tangle with him or anything, so we just stare at each other through the window.

So now in addition to having to keep an eye out for Iraqi terrorist cats, now we have to be on the watch for bob cats too.

Hart thought he saw one the other day...but it was just a grey striped cat with a long tail.
Not a bob cat.
At least not this time.

Why on earth would Bernie and Blondie buy a house in a neighborhood with bob cats????
Don't the know those things are dangerous?

And they did it to us AGAIN!

I have to admit it: While Hart and I were really used to the apartment that Blondie and Bernie moved us into last September, it was a bit small. Hart and I were starting to get on each others nerves.

Then just like that, some guys showed up with boxes and started packing the place up.

Hart kept trying to lay low, but those guys kept moving into his space.

Pretty soon there were boxes everywhere. They weren't the fun kind like the one we got for Christmas either. These boxes got ripping sounding tape slap on them so they would close and we couldn't climb and smell inside them for fun at all.

I figured I would just climb up into the tower and ignore them until they went away.

Whenever I would jump down for moment, Hart would hop up and hunker down.
It is really not a big enough tower for the two of us like our old tower.

(Hart: Well, there would be enough room if some orange person wasn't so big.)

When the packing guys grabbed the tower Hart hung on the the bottom of it with all his might, and let out a huge meow. I joined in with him; we meowed with all our heart, which of course was just broken at this point.

All the furniture was gone AND our cat tower.

Where would we perch now?

OH the horror!

Next thing we knew, out came those dratted carrying things. We were plopped into the back seat of the car, and away we went, Hart crying miserably, and me just being a stoic as a brave faithful orange cat should be.

Bernie got us out of the car and carried us to a door of a new place.

He said this was our new and LAST home.

He let us out in a room with a big window door.

VERY INTERESTING!

We like it!

Oh yeah..this is something to look at.

Hart and I decided right away we were going to be very happy here watching birds and squirrels on the soft comfy bed.

There was a lot more to explore as it turned out.

It is a really cool place.

We like it!