Tattle Tail Tuesday #5 - Driving Ms. Mosaic Lady

Bonjour, Chatties! Bienvenue à Tattle Queue mardi!

Yesterday was the one-year anniversary of the Mosaic Tribe's descent upon their new North Carolina home that they named "Frog Hill".

Here is the trusty 1991 Ford Explorer that was towed behind the moving truck. Mosaic Lady got it in 1995.
Mosaic Dawg and two to three cats rode in the Explorer while Mosaic Lady and one to two cats rode in the cab with our driver. (Walter ALWAYS rode up front, often in ML's arms.)
Why the long snout, Mosaic Dawg?

She is embarrassed to be shown in the same photo as the SUV. It has been severely neglected.
First: it is not registered in the state of NC.
Second: the battery has been dead for months.
Third: I think the windshield says it all.

Mosaic Lady does not even have her NC driver's license yet!
I hope she gets it before we go to South Carolina for Christmas because I do not think I would be comfortable in jail.
(Do not worry! She has a CO license valid till 2012.)

No, those are definitely not my feets on the windshield. I'm sure they are Sadie's. She is a chavette.
I suddenly feel quite dirty sitting here. It has triggered my OCD repetitive grooming ritual.

I have an addendum to last week's tattle involving ML's "gardening" "skills".
See these pots? These empty pots?
They, too, made the trip from CO to NC because ML was sure that she was going to do a lot of container gardening in this wonderful climate where pansies can grow on a covered porch year-round!

She set them out on this wall next to the car (the wonderful loaner Lexus from our godmother) in July for planting.
They sat there, empty, until two weeks ago, when she finally pierced the delusional veil of denial she lives behind, and put them on the ground.
She believes she might still get some pansies into them for the mild winter.
(It is a very thick veil, Kitties.)

Rainy days and Tuesdays always get me down.

Frenchy Frog is telling me how sorry he is that I must endure such humiliating living conditions here on Frog Hill.
Je regret, he whispers into my ear.

Au revoir, Chatties! Good day and Good Tattles!

Sadie's Amnesia Saturday - WCB

HEEEEEEEEEEEY!
Recognize me?
Of course you don't. Some snotty blog hog demon kitty has hijacked MY blog. I was the very first Mosaic Cat to blog, and now you never, EVER, see my darling floofy face or furs around here. Or my orange toe!

I can not believe that in my first post back in July, I wrote:
We are all keeping a vigil for our next fur family member. Nothing brings joy and cheer and hope to a life more than a kitten.
Be very careful what you ask for, Kitties!

And now I am very confused. I can not tell which kitty is my special friend, Victor. So many look just like him!!!
PLEASE HALP ME!!!










The very festive Samantha and Tigger are hosting Weekend Cat Blogging. Be sure to visit all the participants! Manycats are sure in the holiday spirit. The early kitty gets the Temptations!

Tattle Tail Tuesday #4 - Mosaic Lady: Master Gardener

Kitties, for today's Tattle, I thought I would show you around my so-called "yards" and "gardens".
I am certain that you will be very impressed by the diligence with which Mosaic Lady "maintains" them.

Here you see Willie and me enjoying the verdant, terraced gardens, teeming with fresh vegetables and many kinds of bulb flowers.

Here is a better view which shows you the unrelenting commitment that Mosaic Lady has to caring for Walter's Memorial area.
(This makes me glad that I am not her favorite cat.)

I am trying to determine if I can squeeze my wide body between the slats to get off the back deck because I think the leaf pile is big enough to swallow me whole.

I am especially fond of this lush "flower bed" next to the carport.
Martha Stewart, don't hate me because I get to live here!

I am going to enter this "planter" in a national Container Gardening contest.
I am sure to place high, don't you think, Kitties?
(Maybe if they had a category called growing cigarette butts in a planter used as ashtray by previous tenants.)

This is a very good photo that shows you not only the leaves on the front porch by the door, but also the dead bugs and their webs clinging to the house.
I am certain pretty sure that is not a wad of gum on the porch.

Here I am trying to find the stepping stone path that leads from the porch over to the front deck area.
I may be here until summer.

Mira the front "lawn"! Wouldn't this make everycat proud to call their own?
I hope Victor and Bonnie's Mom sees this. Her self-esteem will skyrocket.

Actually, the lawns looked exactly like this last Dec. 3 when the family landed here. Mosaic Lady did nothing at all to them, and come spring, the grass was plentiful and magically leaf-free. (You may recall just how plentiful from previous posts.)
I am confident that ML will put the same amount of effort into the project this spring.

Be careful Mosaic Dawg!!!
You do not want to sprain your knee again upon impact with 8 tons of leafy resistance.

Here we are on the front deck area, atop the "grouting table".
Mosaic Lady clearly takes great pride in the condition of her work station.
I am becoming increasingly depressed.

I decide to survey the forest, determined to find a tree whose leaves are not sitting in my yard.
Yet.

Success!
(Leaf has a flavor!)

Like many things in life, Kitties, my "yards and gardens" are more attractive when viewed from a distance.
And through a dirty window.

Cat Art Sunday ~ Bohemian Violet Rhapsody

Annie gives this wine carafe 5 Head Butts UP!

Biggify to check out the big bird on the front!
It looks a lot like the big bird Mosaic Lady is cooking in the oven right now.
(Yes, we're having our turkey today because we got very jealous after seeing all of yours.)

Except the big bird cooking in our oven is not green.
Yet.

Turkey 13 ~ Annie's Box O' Thanx

Kitties, I have been tagged by the adorables, Maggy & Zoey, for the Thankful Meme.
I'm supposed to fill a box with good things that I treasure.
I DON'T HAVE A BOX, KITTIES!!! (I barely have a tunnel!)

What do we have here? Mosaic Lady is giving me a box that she's had a very long time but has never used for anything but display.
I am not sure that I like this box.

There are intruder cats on this box.
But in the spirit of the day, I shall press on.
(Yao-lin, please don't think less of me.)

1) I am very grateful for the nice woman who fed me for many months outside of her home in the beginning of my life. I am sorry she died.
2) I am very grateful that a generous woman named Evelyn heard about the death and continued to feed me outside there, every day, for another three months.
3) I am so grateful that Evelyn got me my shots and my spay. I had already had one litter and was too small and young to care for them well. Evelyn is a realtor who sells houses just to support her rescue work. She is a very special person. She took me to her home for ten days so I could recover and adjust to being an inside cat. (Ha! Nice try, Evelyn.)

4) I am so thankful that Evelyn asked TAAG (Transylvania Animal Alliance Group) to take me into their system and that they said "YES".
5) I am extra thankful that inside my new box I found a SCARF! Everyone knows how beautiful I look in scarves and this one is very autumnal!

6) I am very grateful for Walter. If not for his untimely and tragic death, Mosaic Lady would never have gotten off of her lazy a$$ and volunteered with TAAG. That is how she learned that I needed a foster home. I was her very first foster and she was "not going to keep me." (Ha! Nice try, ML.)
7) I am very thankful that ML took me into her home on 8/9/07; that Walter taught me how to channel his spirit so perfectly; and that ML then knew she had to adopt me on 9/19/07.


8) I am super thankful for my Fairy Godmother who forced Mosaic Lady to adopt me and promised to be my godmother, making it impossible for ML to come up with any reason why it could not happen.
9) I thank ML every day for letting me be the outside-during-the-day-with-semi-supervision kitty that I was born to be. I thank her by sleeping quietly most of the time I am inside instead of: breaking things; jumping up high on things; eating bad things; getting into things I have no business being in; tormenting the other cats; taking the covers off of the floor registers; swatting Mosaic Dawg's nose. You Kitties know the drill.

10) I suppose I am grateful for Willie, who never feared me; Bianca, who has learned not to fear me; and Mosaic Dawg, who has finally stopped obsessing over me.

11) I am so thankful that I get to eat many kinds of food all day and night, whenever I want them (Leaf has a flavor!). I used to eat only once a day when Evelyn came, and I had to fight for it with other stray cats.
I have my own bowl of Wysong Nurture in the bathroom just for me, and I get to eat canned food in the kitchen with the Mosaic Cats and Dawg twice a day as well.
When I came here I was so little, Mosaic Lady wasn't sure if I would ever grow into my paws.
Kitties, I am happy to tell you, I have now grown out of them.
Widebody Wednesday here I come.

12) I am thankful for thankful for glad that Sadie lives here in my house because after all these months she is still afraid of me and runs from me so I can chase her good. She even hisses at me if I just look at her in the eyes.
Good times, Kitties, GOOD TIMES!

13) I am thankful for all the clever, creative and funny kitties I have met on the innernets.

Well, that is a good start for my box, don't you think?
Later we will have some 9-Lives turkey "food" (we like that better than any of the organic crap ML tries to feed us) and maybe some of her leftover roast chicken from last night.
Of course there will not be turkey cooked here today, Kitties.
Remember -- Mosaic Lady is lazy!
But I'm so grateful that she's MY lazy Mosaic Lady!


HAPPY THANKSGIVING KITTIES AND PERSONS!

I am going to tag a certain black sumo Japanese boy kitty living over in South Korea with a woman I believe to be Mosaic Lady's twin sister from a different mother.

Wordless Wed ~ 3 Reasons Why We Have No Good Fur-niture

Tattle Tail Tuesday #3 ~ The eVillage Idiot

Kitties, as I have circled the Cat Blog Sphere, I have noticed that most all of you enjoy an abundance of toys, tents, tunnels and cubes.
I am impoverished and cruelly deprived in this area.
You may recall we once had a hand-me-down cube for a very brief while. Like two weeks. Smudge, the severely poo-challenged foster kitten, pooped in it four times.
Mosaic Lady got tired of cleaning poo out of it (remember -- she is lazy) and threw it out.

Because I must be playing with something, breaking something, or tormenting somecat (preferably Sadie) every second that I am not asleep, Mosaic Lady has tried to find me self-amusement, independent play toys (remember -- she is lazy.)
And I did enjoy that cube immensely. Even though it was used.
So she finally, FINALLY, got on eBay and ordered me this:

Kitties -- whatthe"f"-word?
She thought it was some sort of cool cube, tent or tunnel!
When it arrived, I had to sniff it out immediately, fearing that Eau De Smudge might be upon it.

It looked very inadequate, un-fun, and LAME to my eyes.
But I pressed on, in the spirit of open-minded willingness, trying to give her a chance.

Yes, it collapsed. Every time I got near it.
Quelle shock!
So the really nice eBay seller man requests feedback from ML and she writes him back that as much as she thinks he is a perfect seller, she hates the tunnel. It has no structural integrity. It collapses. She tells him the strings are my favorite part and she thinks he should not sell this tunnel/cube.
The man is very nice and patient with the eVillage Idiot, sensing she rides on the special bus a lot. He tells her he has sold this tunnel for three years with not one problem, but he graciously asks her to return it, offering to refund the postage and full price. She does so. He writes back:

Hi Laura:

Well I got your item back yesterday. The item you ordered and got is a Tunnel Connector Tee, not a tunnel. It's meant to attach to the tunnel not be a stand alone item. Please take a look at e-bay item # 300172288171. That is the item the one you sent back attaches to. If you want you could order the tunnel and I'll send them both for whatever the shipping charge is on the regular tunnel. It's up to you!

I force ML to write him back immediately and say to him:
I am an idiot!
Twice.
He kindly assures her this is not so, but Kitties, we know better.

So ML goes back to his store and orders me the FOUR FOOT KITTY CAT PLAY TUNNEL that the TUNNEL CONNECTOR TEE attaches to. It is en route.
I will believe it when I see it.

Good Lord, Woman.