Saturday Photo Hunt HIGH

The Photo Hunt theme today is HIGH.

Here is my Godmother yesterday afternoon after her Target excursion with ML.
She reeks of Shopping High.

I wonder if I can get a Contact High?

That didn't work so well. I will have to find My Own High.

Are You High, Mosaic Lady?
What is the hold up on my cocktail?

mmmmmmm....I love my Wine O'Clock High!



Uh oh. I got Too High.
Maybe if I put my head between my knees.

Nothing guarantees a headache like a Red Wine High.

The backyard trees suddenly looked very High to me from the ground.
Everything got dark and I started to dream...

Oh no. This is no dream.
THIS IS A NIGHTMARE!

I AM NEVER GETTING HIGH AGAIN.

T13-Thirteen Reasons Why Yesterday ROCKED!

1) I got to see my Godmother for the first time since Christmas! I showed her my newest geegaw masterpieces and those in progress. She was understandably wowed.

2) She took Mosaic Lady shopping in the afternoon.

3) When they got home, the cat cage life saving play yard was finished!!!

4) I immediately assumed my lounging position in the new reclining chaise. (Don't worry. I made ML take the foam stuff off of the legs and I made sure that she used dull scissors.)

5) I told Mosaic Dawg that there would be NO peeing or pooping in MY geegaw goddess garden. (She must not have heard me about the peeing part.)

6) ML told the nice man who constructed it for us not to worry about cutting the twist ties. I think I can chew them off with a little persistence.

7) I am pretty sure I can also escape by tunneling down under the mesh.

8) Sadie can try to hide from me...

9) but she can not run!

10) The shoppers went to PetSmart and got me a NEW collar! It is very pink and very shiny. My Godmother picked it out because it was "so me". It has a lot of geegaws on it.

11) Here I am, enjoying the early evening in my yard. I never get to be outside this late in the day!

12) This extends my Terrible Tom Surveillance time. Do not make the mistake of thinking that flimsy mesh will keep me from him if he shows his ugly cojones around here again.

13) The shoppers went to Michael's and got swirly gigs and girly wigs and pinwheel flower stakes! And, I got a new rain-proof trackball toy for my playground.


14) Bonus Reason - Why Tomorrow is Going to ROCK:


The shoppers are going to TARGET!

Annie's Easter Parade

To Mr. Spitzer, Thursday

Dear Mr. Spitzer:

You might be smarter than I, and you might know more words than I, but I do not think you are using "remorse" correctly when you say that the "remorse" you feel will always be with you.

I think "remorse" might be the correct word for something you have done once, impulsively and suddenly, or maybe for something you have done a couple, or a few times, over a short period of time in your life.

I do not think "remorse" is the correct word for something you have done many times for many years and many, many cat naps.
I think that falls into the: "I am not sorry for what I have done but I am sorry that I got caught" file.

For example:
When I say to ML: "I am very remorseful that I just picked on Sadie" she says to me: "No, Annie, you do not feel 'remorse'. You are just sorry that you got caught."
I hope this helps you, Mr. Spitzer.

Sincerely,
Annie Mosaic Cat

What's up with that, FedEx? Wednesday

I have been waiting for the delivery of the air for my air gun for many, many naps!
Today I learned that Fed Ex can not find Mosaic House! Whassup with that? ML has gotten forty-five bazillion deliveries here so far.
It is a conspiracy designed to thwart my War on Tomerism.
I did not expect my War on Tomerism to take so long and cost so much, frankly.

Fortunately, there are geegaws to be pawed through and more frames and mirrors to design.



Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!
I got too close to the Welbond glue again.

Take That, Terrible Tom Tuesday

Hi Kitties,
Thank you for all of your helpful purrs during my convalescence and for asking about me. I am 100% better now.

My neck wounds have healed and my furs are growing back fast.

The whole terrible tom episode was quite traumatic, but things could've been worse for sure.
I hate him.

Mosaic Dawg says I have oldtimer's disease or selective memory. I want to go outside but she refuses to move out of my way.
Our cat prison cage life-saving play enclosure has been ordered and should arrive in a few days. ML needs to find someone smart and handy to help her put it up. That should be worth a tattle or two for Annie.

Our godmother is giving the enclosure to ML for her 50th birthday. We are very lucky to have her looking out for us all the time. It's a good thing she won ML at auction on eBay.
You kitties should put your persons up for auction on eBay! You might get a godmother of your own.
Use Buy It Now. That will get you one faster!

Mirror Mirror Monday

Willie has a Mancat Monday ready to post but blogger is being rude and won't let him load multiple photos at one time. He has been trying since yesterday!
I am far too busy sorting through my geegaws to load them one-at-a-time for him.
Maybe later.
(Thanks, Zoolatry! I look fabulous! I am the fairest of them all for sure.)

Sadie's Specious Solution, Sunday

We love words almost as much as we love geegaws, Kitties. I heard a talking potato head say specious on Meet the Press. That is a fun word!

Here is my solution to a territorial dispute situation:
Mosaic Lady stole MY (UCSB college years) couch.
Bianca took possession of ML's right shoulder.

Willie invaded Annie's spot on the old, dilapidated couch.

Annie seized MY spot on the dining room table with her so-called "Art Consultant" job.
If you look into her eyes, you can get a sense of her soul.
Putinesqueish!
I don't know if that is a word, really, but say it out loud. Fun!

So I claimed Mosaic Dawg's so-called bed.

Win Win Win!

Unless you are Mosaic Dawg.

Photo Hunters: Different

I have never participated in the Saturday Photo Hunt, so I hope I am doing this right. How hard can it be? Hunt for photos, right?

OK, the theme today is different.
Here are two photos I recently received of me during my short stay with the woman who fed me, trapped me, got me spayed and shot (er, vaccinated?), and then brought me to Casa de Mosaic Geegaw last August:


Back then, my main job was to stay alive and get enough to eat.
Here I am, six months later, performing my very important Geegaw Receiving job.
I love the weightless white stuff!
But I am no longer weightless.
I look very different.

I don't remember how old I am, exactly, because when I lived outside no person was keeping track of my birthday, but I do think I am older now, and much bigger!