Feeling Entitled

So...What's for breakfast?

  

Nothing???

  

Well, that's disappointing.

Helping Me Read

I like to read while brushing my teeth. After all, my toothbrush takes two whole minutes of sonically vibrating.  That is a long time to stare at my face.

  

So I read.

  

When I can.  Because cats tend to sit on whatever it is you are trying to accomplish.  They are unrepentant in their arrogance.

  

They help me make the bed, too.

Puzzle

We got a puzzle for Christmas.  I have been trying to finish it, but every time I sit down, one cat or the other sits on top of the puzzle.  Or bats stray pieces off the table. 

 

There is cat hair interspersed with puzzle pieces.  This is not as much fun as it used to be.

Rhett

We have a weird cat.  He has a shoe fetish.  And a foot fetish. 

If you leave shoes out, or in this case slippers, he sticks his face in them.  And then falls asleep. 

 

We have a weird cat.

Last Gasp Of Winter

 

We got a bit of snow last night.  Not enough to get out the plow  In fact it is already melting.

 

It was warm enough that the cat wanted to go outside.  And then he didn't.  And then he did.  The whole Door Into Summer that Heinlein wrote about.

 

It is currently 39° and Rhett has a fur coat so I finally just shut the door behind him and finished my coffee.

I DON'T have a fur coat.

Closed For the Winter

 

This is why I closed the B&B for the winter.  You don't know weeks in advance, when bookings are made, what the weather may be.

We didn't want guests to be unable to get up the drive.

 

And breakfast on the screened porch looks like it might be a bit nippy.

 

The cat doesn't seem to mind.  But he has a fur coat!

 
 

Crafting Help

It's winter and the B&B is closed.  Time to catch up on some crafty things.

 

My cousin came by with her daughter, Julia, and we set the embroidery machine to embroidering. 

 

Julia needed a bit of help setting up the machine. 

 

But not this kind of help.

 

Totally not helpful.

If It Fits It Ships

I love the whole idea of not having to go to the post office to weigh something to determine how much postage you need to place on it.  The post office has taken the FedEx idea of providing specific boxes for a predetermined price.  You can ship feathers or rocks and whatever fits in the box ships for one set price.

Not sure the Post Office will ship this box, though. 

 

But it seems Rhett likes the idea.

Be Afraid. Be Very Afraid.

Recently I wrote a story about our cat and his propensity to bring me wee gifts from the yard.
http://www.shenandoahgatewayfarm.blogspot.com/2014/02/three-gifts.html   I am not desirous of these lovely gifts.  On the other hand, I know he is doing this from the heart.

But it reminds me of sweet gifts left on the porch by a serial murderer.  I think you know how those movies turn out.

Last night we got a new kind of gift.  Rhett must have figured that we were not fond of his dead furry rodent gifts.  After all we put him in the house and tossed his gifts away.  How ungrateful.

 

But he really and truly loves us.  He is our world's biggest fan.  And if you saw or read Misery, by Stephen King,  you know how that turned out.

 

This time he brought us a snake.  And because we were not impressed with the dead rodents, he brought us a live snake.  But wounded and kind of pissed off.

 

Once again I brought the cat in the house and sent the snake on his way.  Limping, if snakes can limp.

Then last night as I was getting ready for bed, I saw the cat on our bed.  Just looking at me.  I got a little worried.  What if his bloodlust had escalated.

 

I carefully got under the covers, trying not to disturb him.

Rhett climbed on my chest and stared down at me.

 

And I WAS afraid.  Very afraid.

Rhett

Rhett set up scratching at the scratching post and howling like he wanted to start something.  I usually throw him outside when this happens.

But it was snowing.  Still, I opened the door to show him the weather and hopefully he would quit fussing.

 

Instead he walked out.  I waited at the door thinking he would turn around and come back in.

 

And waited.  Then I went back to coffee and the paper.  He was out for quite awhile, long enough for his tracks to start filling in,  but I couldn't see him.

 

What was he doing?  He must have been under the porch as he didn't have a lot of snow on him.

 

Even Ash wanted to know.

Not talking.