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!

Formerly Feral, Now Art Director, Friday

Kitties, I learned a new word: geegaw. It is a variant of gewgaw and means a showy trifle - a bauble or trinket. Some of you might call them chotzkes like I used to.
It's a very funny word that describes Mosaic Lady's new obsession - making stuff with vintage jewelry!
Of course, I act as Art Director and Creative Consultant. I wanted to show off some of my recent masterpieces.

After I choose my geegaws, I sniff the glue to be sure it is fresh.

Sometimes I over-sniff the glue.

Luckily, I'd already laid out my vision for this frame before passing out.

I keep my distance from the glue next time.

Voila! A purple mirror.
For this large photo frame, I did some quality control on the lazy susan.

I sign off on the design layout...

and then I OK the final product.


Here is this week's creation - a mirror. Do you love the periwinkle blue? Be sure to biggify any of these to see the individual geegaws.




I like this new fetish of GL's a lot because we can do it inside at any time of day with any kind of weathers.
She lets me unpack the boxes of geegaws when they come in the mail. This is a safety precaution because she still makes herself bleed every day trying to open them with scissors. And she lets me wear the necklaces.
Geegaws are way more fun to whap off the tables than china shards, and because there is no grouting, I do not get toxic dusts in my silky furs.

After my part-time job is done, I return to my full-time life's mission - yard vigilante. My air gun needs air, apparently. No one told me I needed CO2 things to power my new gun!
I wish Mosaic Geegaw Lady and Mosaic Geegaw Dawg were more helpful in the War On Tomerism.

Cats Who Cube, Tuesday

THANKS, ZOOLATRY HUMAN!

My Trusty Deputy, Monday

Si Se Puede!

Annie Got Her Gun

Warning: This post not for the faint of heart!

It turns out that February sucked more than a little, Kitties.
There was my disasterous fall in my circus stunt gone wrong; my twice-infected toe; and ML's 50th wake.
And then there was Willie's near-wake.

There is a very evil and ferocious black tom cat who has been terrorizing us. He lives down the road in a junk yard heap of dilapidation. His "caretakers" feed him, but will not neuter him. (ML tried that.) He is under the delusion that my yards are his yards. He has been around ever since the Mosaics moved into this house, but he only started really coming around very frequently in the late afternoons right after I moved in.
Black on black violence, Kitties!
His head is as fat as his balls.
He is fearless and cunning, and lies in wait for us. I maintain a near-constant vigil from my many window seats. It is exhausting.

Two weeks ago he threw down with Willie, mere feets from Willie's own front porch. By the time ML got to Willie, this is what Willie looked like (He looked worse. This was after the fur doctor cleaned him up):

I will spare you the gory details of the minutes and hours following but will say that many stinky bodily excretions were covering Willie and ML as she yanked him out from under the front deck and raced him to the fur doctor's. It is hard to say who was closer to fainting from the adrenaline surge, ML or Willie.
He was in much pain and could not walk for a couple of days, and then could only walk with his back legs going in a different direction from his front legs. Today he seems back to his (very) old self, and can even trot at his geriatric pace in a straight line. Sort of.

You all know that stress and anger do not nurture the blogging muse. We have all been pretty unmotivated when it comes to our posts. Plus, I have been very busy for those few rare moments in the morning when I do get to go outside, replacing his eau de toilet all over my yards and doors with my own signature scent.
He is really pissing me off, Kitties.
ML got a trap from Animal Control the next morning and watched Tom walk around it two days in a row to spray the back of my shed that she placed it in. We caught an irritated possum on the second night.
And then I had an idea.
I got a gun. An air gun that shoots pellets. I think Militant Mosaic Lady is going to let me shoot Tom bin Laden.


Smells like Tom spirit!

The bummer of all this is that just when we thought ML was going to get us a new COUCH for her birthday, now she is probably going to get us THIS. I'm sure you know how that thrills me.
She keeps telling me it's because she loves me so much and that it will protect the geriatrics who just like to sit on the back benches, mostly, to catch the suns in their furs.


And then there is that summer snake fetish of Sadie's.

It will go here, 100 feet of it, to enclose the deck and pretty much all of the grass that you can see. I will be furious, of course, and will take my frustration out on Sadie, of course, and ML will be forced to let me roam the yards freely, of course, and then she will continue to spend the rest of her (very limited) days obsessing over my whereabouts and my safety, of course.

I'm loaded for Tom, Kitties!

No country for Old Toms!
There will be blood!