<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009</id><updated>2012-02-13T14:35:07.478-08:00</updated><category term='Without giving a thought to Their adorable cats'/><category term='He and She made a plan to go far away on a boat and be gone for a lot of days.'/><title type='text'>Cats and Blogs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1039</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-7334220762277399754</id><published>2012-02-13T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T14:35:07.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Package Cats</title><content type='html'>Today the mail guy brought Her a package. It was from Her beloved OperaGirl, and She was chuffed, even before She opened it to see what it was.  Inside the package were socks that were black and yellow and had a bee face. Oh, how She laughed!  She just loved those socks! Well, Kasey and I both noticed that the socks smelled like cats, and so did the package. I was amazed to see Kasey go so close to Her, because she never does that. Kasey sniffled those socks until She thought the colors were going to come off. And Kasey would not let me near them. When she realized how close she was to Her, she backed off and sniffled the package, so I could sniffle the socks. I think it was because Her OperaGirl let our cousins Nick and Lion close to the socks and the package. Funny way to have a visit, but it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Even though it was rainy today, She went out on some errands. She mailed a package to one of Her Eddie People, and got some things at the store.  When She finally got done and came home, the rain stopped.  She thought that was funny.&lt;br /&gt;Good news! We are having fish for our supper tonight.  It has been way too long since we had fish, but the gravy from Their dinner last night suited me just fine. Sy-o-nara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-7334220762277399754?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/7334220762277399754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/02/package-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/7334220762277399754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/7334220762277399754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/02/package-cats.html' title='Package Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-4918242560123959285</id><published>2012-02-12T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T15:11:17.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Home Cats</title><content type='html'>Since She went someplace every day last week, and had a lovely time wherever She went, She decided She wanted to stay home today. They had planned to go cash in one of Her paper tickets for a nice lunch or brunch. When She got up, She felt like staying home with us.   He was perfectly fine with taking one of the tickets and getting some nice treat to take home. They both enjoyed the take home lunch, and She didn't have to get dressed up.  Plus, She has divided up the take home food and will have a few lunches with that.  What a treat.&lt;br /&gt;Since She is quite old, She ordered a thing about brain fitness. Between Her exercises for her bones and fitness for Her brain, She might last a lot longer.  She likes the brain stuff so far.  She has always had some good ideas about the brain from Her studies, but now She can concentrate on Her own brain.  They find out new info all the time.&lt;br /&gt;It was a quiet Sunday at home today, so She is ready to go on errands tomorrow, and be ready for Her birthday later on.  She is one old lady that really loves Her birthday. This year, maybe even Kasey will give Her a snuggle.  I'll let you know.  Toodle Pip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-4918242560123959285?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/4918242560123959285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/02/at-home-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/4918242560123959285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/4918242560123959285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/02/at-home-cats.html' title='At Home Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-2027493532506238836</id><published>2012-02-11T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T14:47:09.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patient Cats</title><content type='html'>This morning He and She both went out to different places. He went to a meeting about one of His projects, and She went on a nice ride to Katy'sGirl's doctor. The first thing that needed patience was that the garage door didn't work. Once She got Her car out, the door would not close. It is supposed to be automatic.  He was gone and She had to keep the appointment. Katy'sMom knew how to make the door close, so off they went.  They were on time to the appointment, but still had to wait almost an hour. They were patient.  When they were ready to come home, there were long lines of cars, because people were fixing the roads. She had to zig and zag all over crowded streets, but She finally got home, and was ready to eat lunch.  I am glad She and Katy's people are patient.&lt;br /&gt;Once She had Her lunch, She looked at Her mail.  A big package came today, and there was a nice box with shelves and a drawer. It will go on the place where the phone is, and make that corner look nicer.  Little by little, They are getting this old place in order.&lt;br /&gt;She is so glad He is through with His recovery from yesterday's doctor thing. He feels fine, and can eat regular food foor His dinner.  He has waited patiently.  We are glad. Chow, bellas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-2027493532506238836?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/2027493532506238836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/02/patient-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/2027493532506238836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/2027493532506238836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/02/patient-cats.html' title='Patient Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-5688165397191551356</id><published>2012-02-10T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T14:57:24.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats say WHA???</title><content type='html'>It was still the middle of the night when He and She got up and got all dressed. What is going on here, I asked Kasey.  Kasey didn't know and she was all mixed up, too.  They went out in the rain and were gone for a long, long time.  When it was the time She usually gets up, They were back home.  Then everything was same as usual. She had Her medicine, we had our butter, and He went back to bed.  It turns out that it was the day He got His insides examined, and I had forgotten about it.  She said everything seemed to be all right He felt fine, and the whole thing was over. Kasey and I told them we felt better now.&lt;br /&gt;I guess She was in the mood to punish Herself, after being successful at getting up so early, because She got out all the papers for doing something called tax.  She did the tax on the computer, and after a long time playing with all the papers, She said, there. It's all done, and we will get some money. That puts Her in a better frame of mind.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight He still has to eat soft kinds of food, so He will have mostly noodles. That means no fish, but I'll manage just fine.  It is good to have him feeling healthy and getting money from tax. I am a happy cat. Toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-5688165397191551356?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/5688165397191551356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/02/cats-say-wha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/5688165397191551356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/5688165397191551356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/02/cats-say-wha.html' title='Cats say WHA???'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-2916736988841295557</id><published>2012-02-09T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T15:09:01.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Times Cats</title><content type='html'>It was the second time She met with Her old-time friend, and they went to one of Her Crone places. She likes the coffee there, and the nice, fresh rolls. This time She had one with great big nuts on the top. She loves stuff like that.  I don't care for it, so I don't care that She didn't bring any home.  Her friend has something wrong with her bones where her legs begin, and pretty soon she will get new bones put in there. She told Him that it makes Her bones ache just to think about it. These two ladies have been friends for a lot of years, but haven't visited with each other for a long time. It is Her opinion that there are some basic things that keep you being friends, even when you don't have a lot in common any more.&lt;br /&gt;She is excited for what is on TV tonight, because there are two of Her British shows. Then She wants to go to sleep, because She has to get up very early to get him to his doc for a test of His insides. She is dreading it, but only because She has to get up while it is still dark. Now that She is retired, She likes to sleep later in the morning.  She can't remember the last time She got up while it was still dark. Also, I am not excited about our dinner, because He has to drink soup and eat jello. She will not fix anything interesting for Herself, I know. Well, maybe tomorrow. TTYL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-2916736988841295557?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/2916736988841295557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/02/old-times-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/2916736988841295557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/2916736988841295557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/02/old-times-cats.html' title='Old Times Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-3443805254522888307</id><published>2012-02-08T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T15:05:37.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend Cats</title><content type='html'>For a lot of years, She has loved meeting with Her dear Crones. By now, several have moved away, some have died, and some have lives too busy to meet with fellow Crones. The last time they met, She was sorry to see only a few people were there. Oh, She was happy to see the people that DID come, but one of the Crones suggested a change. Let's change the name to Friends and open up membership to people of all ages. She has always had Pre-Crones, who were almost old enough to be Crones, and Cronelets, who were young and interesting. Now, let's call them all Friends, and not have an age limit.  In fact, let's invite guys, if there is something fun for them.  She is glad they will keep on having the same schedule. She really looks forward to seeing these Friends.&lt;br /&gt;There was a birthday card in the mail for Her from Mazie and her family.  Mazie had made a picture of roses and butterflies. There was also a card She can use like money. She was really chuffed to get that.&lt;br /&gt;She is really looking forward to watching one of Her new movies. All the ladies at lunch were talking about it. She will be thinking of Han'sGran when She watches that movie, because that's who gave it to Her.  Don't know what's for dinner, except I know there will be cake. I'll go check. Osta la veesta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-3443805254522888307?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/3443805254522888307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/02/friend-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/3443805254522888307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/3443805254522888307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/02/friend-cats.html' title='Friend Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-5382687595344924817</id><published>2012-02-07T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T15:53:08.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating Cats</title><content type='html'>You know I don't much care to have Her go away from our house, but She was so happy getting ready, and SO happy when She came home, that I couldn't feel sorry that She went away.  It was a special birthday celebration with Hana'sGran, and H'sG always makes Her smile. Her birthday is not for a while, but She and Hana'sGran decided to celebrate it on Her beloved Eddie's birthday.  They went to that favorite place where they make the wonderful cakes and pies. They give you so much food that She can bring home half of it, and have it for Her dinner. She got cake for dessert and brought some of that home as well. Then Hana'sGran got Her a piece of beautiful pink cake for Her to share with Him. Hana'sGran also gave Her two movies She wanted to see, so now She says that She is spoiled - and it's H'sG's fault. But that was just a joke She told Him, since she is not spoiled like meat you leave out, She is just used to having everything wonderful for Her.&lt;br /&gt;Since His lawn mower is broken, He had a guy come and cut the grass, and it looks very nice.  He says they did a good job, so maybe he will cut the grass when They go on the boat ride, so they don't send us a letter. He hates to get a letter telling Him our house doesn't look nice.&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to seeing what She brought home to have for dinner.  I'll be glad to try it out. Chow for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-5382687595344924817?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/5382687595344924817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/02/celebrating-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/5382687595344924817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/5382687595344924817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/02/celebrating-cats.html' title='Celebrating Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-3818775016484108710</id><published>2012-02-06T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T13:54:59.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exer-Cats</title><content type='html'>You know how She has all these aches and pains? Well, He challenged Her to set the timer and walk for 5 minutes to start and eventually build up to more minutes. Since our house goes in a circle around the kitchen, She does this inside. The first day She thought She wouldn't make it. Today was day 3, and even if She got out of breath, She said it was easier.   Of course, I helped Her by jumping out at Her when She passed me.  It is easier to exercise when you are distracted by an attack cat - as well you know.&lt;br /&gt;While She was doing that, He was on the phone with people about fixing the fax machine. It hasn't worked for a long time and He thought it was no good anymore, but a long talk with the fax machine people and a lot of plugging and unplugging connections, and it worked.  She is really glad, because if He didn't fix it, He wanted to buy a new one. Whew. And Kasey helped Him while He crawled around on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Good news about the boat. She called somebody and they said everything was all done right and everything was ready to go.  If there had been a problem with that, She would have been so worried I would have been scared!  She is going to fix some chicken tonight, because He can eat that. She is happy waiting for tomorrow, when She and Hana'sGran go adventuring. TTFN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-3818775016484108710?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/3818775016484108710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/02/exer-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/3818775016484108710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/3818775016484108710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/02/exer-cats.html' title='Exer-Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-7361005603280860743</id><published>2012-02-05T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T14:20:30.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Cats</title><content type='html'>Today there is a kind of game to see who is the best at playing football.  People are very excited about this game, and He and She don't care about it. That way, He can go to the store while everyone is watching this game, and it won't be crowded.  Another good thing, He say, is that Their favorite programs will be on time and not have to wait until the ball game finishes.&lt;br /&gt;Eating is peculiar around here, because He has a special bunch of food to get ready for the day they take pictures of His insides.  She has had that kind of test and She feels sorry for Him. She is also worried that His sugar levels need to stay right. If they don't, He acts peculiar.&lt;br /&gt;They are taking the trip on a boat pretty soon, and She called to check with the boat company. They didn't know anything about it. This gives Her a chill, so She will go back to the original people and get it straightened out right away. He has paid for everything already, so someone will have to tell Her some good news or there will be trouble. She is glad She checked now, instead of waiting until the trip was close.&lt;br /&gt;It has gotten cold again, and my piece of sunshine has not come in the window yet. I'll keep watch. It may not be too late.  Wish me luck. And Her, too. buh-bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-7361005603280860743?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/7361005603280860743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/02/super-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/7361005603280860743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/7361005603280860743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/02/super-cats.html' title='Super Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-7378124131927453497</id><published>2012-02-04T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T14:35:01.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up-and-At-'em Cats</title><content type='html'>You know how She has trouble standing up and sitting down? She says it is Her old bones that make it hard to do that. Well, She bought a chair cushion that helps Her sit down and get up.  He set it for how much She weighs (She covered Her eyes!) and then She went around the house sitting down and getting up. The cushion has a handle, so She can take it to Sabra'sHouse when They go there, and to Smudge'sHouse. She could even take it to restaurants, but She feels kind of strange about that. Maybe when She is more used to it.  He asked Her which is worse, carrying a special cushion, or looking like an old lady  and groaning when you stand up.  She will work on that question.  She has a lot of restaurants in Her future, so She can decide. Personally, as long as the snuggles keep coming, I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;All the papers They need for doing the tax are here, and She will start on that tomorrow. She does it on the computer, because there are no weird things in the records.  The next thing She will do, after the Tax, is change Her bank.  I wonder what people do when they are not as particular about money as She is.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know it is Eddie's birthday next week? She and Hana'sGran are going to celebrate two birthdays - Hers and Eddie's. I wish I could go.  Cheers, everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-7378124131927453497?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/7378124131927453497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/02/up-and-at-em-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/7378124131927453497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/7378124131927453497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/02/up-and-at-em-cats.html' title='Up-and-At-&apos;em Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-5393423660688217252</id><published>2012-02-03T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T14:41:41.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty Cats</title><content type='html'>There is a show She likes to watch. It is about this really brainy guy who doesn't have any social skills. That means he has aspergers syndrome, She says. All I know about him is that he is very selfish and not a good friend, but he is funny. Anyway, when this smart guy feels sick, he wants someone to sing him a song about kitties. She just loves that song, and She sings it to us, especially when Kasey is sleeping in a round ball position, or when I'm purring very loud.  So there I am, a big, muscular cat, being a sweet kitty.  Is Kasey a sweet kitty? Don't make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;There was a lot of talk with Her computer friends today. A lot was about cancer. That is a very bad disease that took away a few of Her very good friends.  For years She has given money to this group that helps people with cancer get checked and helped if they haven't got much money. They said they weren't going to help anymore and it made Her and Her friends very upset and sad. Everyone talked about it so much, the group changed their minds, and will still help the poor people.  It made Her quite chuffed to hear that. It turned out to be a good day after all.&lt;br /&gt;To make it a perfect day for this kitty, She is fixing that pink fish for our dinner.  She knows I love that. So Oddy-ose for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-5393423660688217252?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/5393423660688217252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/02/kitty-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/5393423660688217252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/5393423660688217252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/02/kitty-cats.html' title='Kitty Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-397898459592716178</id><published>2012-02-02T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T15:15:23.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated Cats</title><content type='html'>When something goes wrong with His computer, He gets really mad, and calls the computer-fixing guy about a hundred times. Because He is busy studying things for His projects, He has to use Her computer. He gets on it and stays for a long time, and shuts off when He is done. I tried to tell Her I had important stories to write, but She said, Cofs, He would be unhappy if we told Him to get off the computer. We don't want Him to be unhappy, do we?  But now I am back, and will fill you in.&lt;br /&gt;There is a friend who used to teach with Her a long time ago. That lady taught children with thinking problems, then she moved away. When the lady moved back, they didn't see each other very much, but then they decided to have lunch together. The lady was very sad, because her brother died, and she needed Her to help her feel better.  Of course, She tried, but there are some things that can't be fixed in a couple of hours. One thing She told me is that the lady has two tiny d-o-g-s, so we will talk later about having some new cousins.&lt;br /&gt;It was so sad at the lunch that She brought home almost all Her food, so She will have it for dinner. She says I will like it, but it's not fish.  I'll tell you about it tomorrow.  Bye, now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-397898459592716178?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/397898459592716178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/02/frustrated-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/397898459592716178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/397898459592716178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/02/frustrated-cats.html' title='Frustrated Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-3242282859054010013</id><published>2012-01-30T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T14:52:45.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>License Cats</title><content type='html'>Kasey and I have licenses, and they are on the collars She got us. We don't wear them, since we stay inside all the time. She needs a license, too. When you drive a car, you must have a license, and when a policeman stops you, you have to show it to him.  Hers has run out of time, and so She had to go and get a new one. She said there were a gazillion people there, but She got called pretty fast. Lots of young people were waiting to take the test of skill at driving. She is so glad She doesn't have to take that.This new license will be good until She is 84 years old - if She is still alive then - and She guesses She would have to take a test to see if She still had the right skills.  They also took a new picture. She says She will drive like an angel so She doesn't have to show that picture to a policeman. It makes me look old and mean, Cofs, She told me.  Oh, well.  All the better to threaten people with, if She ever has to.&lt;br /&gt;Hana'sGran got an eye operation like the one She got. She was thinking about H'sG all day and hoping her operation was going as well as Hers went.  It was tiresome going through it, but now that it is over and She can see very well, She thinks Hana'sGran will be as happy as She is.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight They will eat the stuff that was left after Their celebration dinner. I will be very glad to help. (snerk)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-3242282859054010013?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/3242282859054010013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/license-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/3242282859054010013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/3242282859054010013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/license-cats.html' title='License Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-7565432385435716213</id><published>2012-01-29T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T17:50:14.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outback Cats</title><content type='html'>Does the name of this story make you think Kasey and I went into the back yard? Well, it wasn't us, but it was He and She who went to a place named Outback. I told you They had to celebrate making that last payment on Our house, so They went to a place They both like very much.  They ate part of a giant onion that looked like a flower, and He even brought some home, along with part of His meal.  She brought home some meat that is on bones, and I can't wait until tomorrow! I will help Her get the meat off those bones.&lt;br /&gt;Before any of this celebrating, He and She went to hear LW'sMom talk at Their old church. They said She was a prefect delight to hear, and She got hugs from all the sisters. LW'sBrother wasn't there. He was sleeping, because he had a hard weekend in an arguing contest. They do that for the school, and LW'sB is very good at it.&lt;br /&gt;So it was a very nice day, with a good start and a good end. I will get on Her lap while She watches some TV, and tells me what a good cat I am. It is the least She can do when She didn't fix any tasty dinner tonight. Good night, readers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-7565432385435716213?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/7565432385435716213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/outback-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/7565432385435716213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/7565432385435716213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/outback-cats.html' title='Outback Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-5478022773346512041</id><published>2012-01-28T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T15:24:39.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flexible Cats</title><content type='html'>Kasey and I are both very flexible. That means we can get in some complicated positions, and we don't get sore muscles like They do.  But He and She are flexible in a different way.  They can change their plans and still be just fine.  It is much harder for me to change my plans, and Kasey won't change hers at all.  The point is, They had planned to go out for dinner to celebrate the final payment on Our house. He worked hard doing muscle stuff all day, and by the time to get ready, She could see He was really knackered. Let's go tomorrow, instead, She said, and He thought that would be much better.  The main part of this event was paying for the house, and that part is done. All the people who call on the phone and want to give them new payments on the house get quite a surprise.  Not many people have a house all paid for.&lt;br /&gt;She is kind of glad to stay home, to tell you the truth. She wants to go and see LW'sMom be a minister at Her old church, and it will be easier if She gets a chance to rest tonight.  Since She thought She was going out for dinner, She is scrambling around, looking for something to fix. I'll go and help Her look, and tell you about it tomorrow. Chow, Bellas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-5478022773346512041?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/5478022773346512041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/flexible-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/5478022773346512041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/5478022773346512041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/flexible-cats.html' title='Flexible Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-666329582044263586</id><published>2012-01-27T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T14:24:50.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing-Eye Cats</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was all about Her eyes. She is getting used to not needing glasses for most things, except for the computer and Her crossword puzzles. The doc said She didn't need any specially made ones. She now has a bunch of glasses for that and She got them out of Her catalogs.  She has to get used to seeing Herself in the mirror, because She doesn't look right to Herself.  Well, Cofs, She says, this is how I look, so get used to it. I don't care how She looks at all. Brushing, pets, snuggles - all eyes-closed activities.  It will be a year before She needs to go back to see the eye-doc. She will miss the nice rides with Him. They would laugh and talk on those long rides to the doc, and lots of times, They would stop for treats.  Well, There will still be treats. For instance, tomorrow night They are having a special dinner to celebrate that Their house is all paid for.&lt;br /&gt;When She retired, She was very busy with many things. Mazie lived here then, and there were lots of jobs at Her church. She liked to go and play with LW'sSibs, and there were friends who used to go for lunches with Her. Then LW came along, and She was so glad that She had time to play with all those children. She had a black-and-white cat. Everything changed when She started falling down. Now She mostly stays and plays with us. It makes Her get bummed sometimes.  I'll go and get on Her lap. That always cheers Her up. Later, Gator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-666329582044263586?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/666329582044263586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/seeing-eye-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/666329582044263586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/666329582044263586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/seeing-eye-cats.html' title='Seeing-Eye Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-3107399709628052732</id><published>2012-01-25T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:09:48.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Band-Aid Cats</title><content type='html'>Today She went to the doc, and when She came home, She was full of these things called Band-Aids. There must have been a dozen of them. You see, She has these little things all over Her neck which the doc calls tags. No one knows how She got them, they just started popping out a few years ago, and now She has about a million of them.  Her regular doc didn't want to take them off, because they looked peculiar. The doc sent Her to someone who specializes in skin. It was rainy and nasty out, but She is brave, so She went pretty far to this skin doc.  When She got there, the nurse said that insurance wouldn't pay for them, because they are not dangerous. They just look bad. She was ready to turn around and go back home, but the doc came in and said they might be dangerous, and cut off a big bunch of them, and sent them off to be investigated.  That's very clever of that doc, but if She gets a bill - well, it's a good thing that doc has lots of Band-Aids, that's all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, when She goes to the meeting of Her Crones, She will be covered in Band-aids, and everyone will be glad for Her.  That's the best thing about Crones! So Crones means no supper to share. I guess it's OK. But I am looking forward to tomorrow. Toodle-Pip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-3107399709628052732?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/3107399709628052732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/band-aid-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/3107399709628052732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/3107399709628052732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/band-aid-cats.html' title='Band-Aid Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-6893163229371637373</id><published>2012-01-24T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T15:24:00.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Dry Cats</title><content type='html'>Even though it was very rainy outside, Kasey and I were nice and dry in our house. There was supposed to be a guy here to fix the windshield on Her car, but he didn't come before He and She needed to leave to go to Their Thinking People.  It turned out that someone had given Him the wrong information, so They had to leave without Her poor car getting fixed. Oh, it turned out it was a good thing, because the insurance had a question, so they wouldn't have paid.  Now Her windshield will have to have the crack in it awhile longer.&lt;br /&gt;He was kind of  grumpy with all this mix-up. Every time He has a new idea, He gets very prickly, in case anyone doesn't like it. Her feelings were hurt a few times today, but She understands how He is and gets over it. Then later, He is very sweet again.&lt;br /&gt;Another problem today is about Their dinner. There was supposed to be a box yesterday that had nice meat in it. Well, it didn't come, so She didn't have anything to fix that He could eat.  The company said it would come today, but so far -- no box.  It was nice that She saw Her beloved Thinking People, or it would not have been a nice, dry day for Her. Sy-O-Nara, friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-6893163229371637373?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/6893163229371637373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/nice-dry-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/6893163229371637373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/6893163229371637373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/nice-dry-cats.html' title='Nice Dry Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-4871305209361986198</id><published>2012-01-23T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T14:26:24.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paid-Up Cats</title><content type='html'>He and She have lived in this house for a really long time. Since before any of His and Her grandchildren were born - except for Eddie, but he is just an honorary grandson.  Well, before the next month starts, this house will be all paid for. She won't have to take a big chunk of money every time Her pay comes.  All They have to do is to put money aside to pay the taxes. She is fine with that.  I am hoping that this will take away some worries, because She tends to worry about money.  You know how She is.  What seemed like an ordinary day was actually quite special.  She said there are lots of people who can't pay for their houses, and have to go live in their cars. Kasey really wouldn't like that.&lt;br /&gt;I guess the last payment cheered Her up, because She feels more chipper today. Here's another thing that cheered Her up - His blood test for too much sugar was a very good number. Cofs, She said, I have lots of smiles today. I celebrated by giving Her an extra bunch of snuggles.  She is going to be nice and cheery for the Thinking People tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I'll go see what She is fixing for a special supper! Odd-you, cheres.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-4871305209361986198?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/4871305209361986198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/paid-up-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/4871305209361986198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/4871305209361986198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/paid-up-cats.html' title='Paid-Up Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-3833279289915940055</id><published>2012-01-22T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T14:08:06.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun and Fun Cats</title><content type='html'>There is a piece of sun that comes in our window almost every afternoon. It is the window by the table with the chairs.  Whenever the sun is there, I go and have a nap on it. Never mind if the weather is hot or cold, I am in my sun spot She says I must be getting my vitamin d.  I don't know what that is, but it sounds healthy.  After awhile it goes away, and I am ready for some fun.&lt;br /&gt;You should hear Him and Her while they talk about what a nice time They had visiting Cleo'sPeople. This is what fun is, Cofs, She told me. It means having a perfect dinner and some especially good conversations. Usually, She only stays at a place for an hour or so, but last night, They had so much fun that I thought They were never coming home.  When They are with their special people, She forgets that She can't get around very well, and that time goes by faster. That happens withSmudge'sMom and Hana'sGran as well.  Oh, and Kasey and me, of course.&lt;br /&gt;She intended to go to Her old church and hear a friend who was doing the music, but She felt so tired and full of aches and pains that She decided to stay home.  That is not the way She wants to have people see her.&lt;br /&gt;After big helpings of Their favorite foods last night, They are planning simple food for our dinner. I'm thinking sandwiches. Oh, well. Bye, now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-3833279289915940055?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/3833279289915940055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/sun-and-fun-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/3833279289915940055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/3833279289915940055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/sun-and-fun-cats.html' title='Sun and Fun Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-5273872191644171239</id><published>2012-01-21T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T14:13:16.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Message Cats</title><content type='html'>This morning, I looked at my dish and there were only a couple of broken kibbles in there. I meowed, but nobody came to see what was wrong. He was working in the garage, and She was chatting with Her friends - and I was starving. The only way to get my bowl filled up was to get a message across. You see, I can write in human talk, but I can't say it out loud. I came in and jumped onto the back of Her chair. She thought I wanted brushing. I let Her brush me awhile, but then I jumped down. After a few minutes, I jumped up on Her again. this time I lay on Her shoulder, so She couldn't keep writing. I finally jumped down. I came back and lay on the keyboard and made a real nuisance of myself, I am proud to say. At last She got the hint that something was wrong, and She followed me to my sad pathetic food bowl. Aha. She got it, and filled my bowl up to the top.  I am really good at sending messages.&lt;br /&gt;He and She have gone to Cleo'sPeople's house for their dinner. I will tell you about that tomorrow. But for now, dear readers, I have to go find a good lookout spot to be sure the house is safe while they are gone. Oh, it may look like I'm asleep, but I will be watchful, you can be sure. Cheers for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-5273872191644171239?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/5273872191644171239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/message-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/5273872191644171239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/5273872191644171239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/message-cats.html' title='Message Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-1726987656169600617</id><published>2012-01-20T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T14:15:09.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Cats</title><content type='html'>We have a cousin in a place very far from here, and his name is Lucky. She says it is because he is all black, and black cats used to be bad luck, according to stories. Our cousin is not bad luck, so his people named him Lucky.  But that's not why Kasey and I are lucky cats today. Yesterday there was a cat on the news who got shot by an arrow. The cat looked just like me, which made Her especially sad. The arrow went all the way through the cat and came out the other side, but that cat did not die. Someone found him and took him to the cat doc, and they carefully took that arrow out. Can you believe this? It didn't harm anything important on the cat's insides. He will stay at the doc until he's all better, and then they will find him a home like ours. It made us know he was really lucky, and Kasey and I are lucky that They keep us safe inside. Do you know who is not lucky? The guy that did that to the poor cat. If He ever caught him, the guy would wish he had never shot that arrow.&lt;br /&gt;We are all rested up for a busy week next week. Every day has something on the page, so He and She will be glad they are all rested up. It has been really nice having them home, believe me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-1726987656169600617?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/1726987656169600617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/lucky-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/1726987656169600617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/1726987656169600617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/lucky-cats.html' title='Lucky Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-3895674993997811028</id><published>2012-01-19T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T14:28:00.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purr Cats</title><content type='html'>Do you know that She has never heard Kasey purr? He says He hears her sometimes when Kasey is very comfy and everything is quiet. As for me, She says I am a purr factory, making purrs 8 hours a day. I purr very loudly. I guess it is because I am much bigger than Kasey. Also, I am very happy a lot of the time. I purr when I get brushed, and when I get pets, and when I am eating pizza or fish.&lt;br /&gt;If I am asleep and She starts to pet me and I don't purr, She knows there might be a little nip in store.  That is when I am quite sound asleep.&lt;br /&gt;I have told you before, this is a nice place to live. There is always food and a soft place to nap. Our litter is clean, and if a cat needs a skritch, there is usually one to be had.  We rarely get scolded, and never with loud shouts.  I hope He and She know how happy Kasey and I are.  There are some people and cats who are never satisfied with their lives - always wanting more stuff. I believe that we should be glad for what we have. I know She is grateful that Her health is good, even if Her knees are ouchy.  Next week, for example, She has something to go to every day, and She will be glad She can get around for those things. I am about to purr right now, so I'll say farewell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-3895674993997811028?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/3895674993997811028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/purr-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/3895674993997811028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/3895674993997811028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/purr-cats.html' title='Purr Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-2830861376569124375</id><published>2012-01-18T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T15:01:54.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Techno Cats</title><content type='html'>When it was Christmas, He and She got a nice present from LW and her family. It was a magic picture frame where They could see all kinds of pictures that people put on it from far away. They were chuffed, and tried to make it work, but in all this time it never worked. For old people, They are pretty good with computer stuff, but this machine was a puzzle to them. The people at the company where LW got it were very nice and helpful, but it was making Him upset, which makes Her upset. She was in tears today when She had to tell LW'sMom that She wanted to give it back.  Presents are supposed to make you happy, not make you cry and feel foolish.  She knew LW'sMom would understand that.  LW'sMom is a fine Minister, so she knows how to make people happy.&lt;br /&gt;There was almost a problem with Katy'sPeople. Katy'sGirl had an appointment on Saturday, but She had not put it on Her page for that day. Katy'sMom called to say it was cancelled, which was really lucky! It was almost a problem, but it got fixed before it was. You can be sure She wrote the next one down, right while they were talking on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Since She is a little bummed right now, I'll go and give Her some snuggles. She can never resist feeling better after that. Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-2830861376569124375?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/2830861376569124375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/techno-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/2830861376569124375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/2830861376569124375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/techno-cats.html' title='Techno Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-8893549854765604355</id><published>2012-01-17T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T14:56:57.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calendar Cats</title><content type='html'>On Her desk is this little book with pages that tell you what month it is and what is planned for each day.She writes in pencil unless something WILL NOT be changed, like His birthday at Cleo'sPeople'sHouse. Sometimes this little book is so full of notes that remind Her to do something that you can hardly find a space to write anything. Today, the day was pretty empty, but still, some good things happened.   There were some interesting notes from Her friends, and She even got a phone call from a friend She knew when they were in high school, to tell Her that she had become a great-grandmother. How could a couple of cute young things like us be old enough to be great grandmothers? I heard Her say.  That was very puzzling. Then He made an appointment to go to the doc for an examination of His insides. It will be at 6:00 in the morning, and She hopes She will be awake to drive him.&lt;br /&gt;He and She looked at a picture of a pillow that you put on your chair, and it helps you stand up.  That would surely make Her life easier. It might keep Her from looking like a great-grandmother (snerk).&lt;br /&gt;It will be chicken tonight, because there is some left over from when He brought it home when She felt pew. She'll enjoy it more tonight. So will I.  TTYL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-8893549854765604355?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/8893549854765604355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/calendar-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/8893549854765604355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/8893549854765604355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/calendar-cats.html' title='Calendar Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-3007316552221433336</id><published>2012-01-16T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T14:58:29.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Off Cats</title><content type='html'>If you read my stories, you will notice that I took the day off. The reason is, nothing was happening that belonged in a story. She was feeling pew, you see, and it was all I could handle to keep Her cheered up and comfy. Most of the time She was very, very cold. She needed a warm cat to keep Her hands warm and toasty.  I am not used to Her being cold, and then hot. Even He thought She felt warm on the face. I made sure She had lots of snuggles while He went to see a guy, and He made sure She had Her tea with honey.  He even brought some food home so She didn't have to fix anything. It was chicken, and I can tell you, it was quite tasty.  Kasey, who doesn't care two pins about Her, actually came and had a nap on the couch, pretty near to us..The TV and the phone quit working, so Her computer probably did as well.  When it came back on, She watched some show about people winning prizes for their movies and shows. She didn't much care.  She just sat there and petted Her cat, which was me.  Here's the good part. When She woke up today, She felt just fine. This has happened before, and She gives credit to me and the flu shot that the doc made Her get.  I knew She was all better when She told me it was probably cat-scratch fever.  Honestly - it was only a little scratch! Chow for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-3007316552221433336?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/3007316552221433336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-off-cats.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/3007316552221433336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/3007316552221433336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-off-cats.html' title='Day Off Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-4047816725039419616</id><published>2012-01-14T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T15:10:56.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfy Cats</title><content type='html'>When Kasey and I woke up this morning, it was so cold that the grass was all white. He said it was frosting on the grass. Not the kind She puts on cake, but made out of ice.  Even Kasey wasn't tempted to go out in the cold. He had to go out, though. He was going to the class He missed when LW'sMom graduated. He loves these classes. He said He would learn about business, and She is fine with that. She will fix Him a nice dinner after He was in class all day, with no nap.&lt;br /&gt;I guess you know that it is hard for Her to get up and down. She has sore knees because She is pretty fat. Well, He put a thing on the bedroom potty that is supposed to make it easier for Her to get up. She feels very sad that She doesn't like it, because He was so happy to fix it for Her.  I think He would do anything to make things easier for Her.   She says we are lucky to have litter boxes. He keeps those clean and nice, too.&lt;br /&gt;Mostly, today we just found soft, sunny places to have naps. There were no important phone calls to wake us up, and only one catalog in the mail. Nice and warm and comfy, with easy chores and all inside stuff.  She did go out to get the mail for the first time in a long time, and there weren't any bills. That makes it a really comfy day. Toodle Pip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-4047816725039419616?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/4047816725039419616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/comfy-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/4047816725039419616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/4047816725039419616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/comfy-cats.html' title='Comfy Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-5011466804896890291</id><published>2012-01-13T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T14:46:30.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chatty Cats</title><content type='html'>It was wonderful fun for Her to chat with Her beloveds on the computer, but I have to chase Her away, because I want to have fun as well. I want to tell you about how this is a lucky day. He and She were talking about a number that makes humans think it is bad luck.  Since He and She don't believe in bad luck, they decided to have great fun today. He has found out that His mother - now deceased - had another account, and He will get some money for that. It isn't much money, but any money is a lot of money, in my opinion. As long as there are kibbles and pink fish to buy, I am glad to see money coming in. Speaking of money, They have lived in this house for so many years that they are very close to making the last payment. Then the house will be all theirs, and they won't have to share it with the bank.  It is like Her Grandma's house - all paid up.  She says so many people can't make their payments on their houses that the bank is keeping them. It makes Her very sad. That's what happened to Her family when She was brand new.  But mostly, we are happy about the house we have.  &lt;br /&gt;One thing He decided to buy was avocados. They look like green pears, and they have green stuff like butter inside. She is putting some on their dinner. I will try it and let you know if it is tasty.&lt;br /&gt;So Cheerio for now, everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-5011466804896890291?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/5011466804896890291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/chatty-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/5011466804896890291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/5011466804896890291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/chatty-cats.html' title='Chatty Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-1600046612587413283</id><published>2012-01-12T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:40:30.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joking Cats</title><content type='html'>Kasey and I like a joke as much as the next cat, so today, when She got a message from some of Her Facebook friends, we encouraged Her to get in on the joke.  You see, you were supposed to tell ladies only something about your birthday. There was a list of 12 places to visit, then you were supposed to say I'm going to___ and the number of months was the day of your birthday. Hers said I'm going to London for 15 months. The people who weren't in on the joke were so surprised. The people whom you could NOT tell were men. If you are a man, and you are reading this story, I will be in big trouble for telling you! Let's keep it to ourselves, OK?&lt;br /&gt;He and She watched a movie this afternoon and they have another one for later, She says it is kind of lame when your big thing for a day is watching a movie. That's what happens when you are old and it is hard to get around. He gets around fine, though, and takes care of Her.&lt;br /&gt;Kasey and I keep Her entertained, as well. Today I went and hid on a bookshelf, and when Kasey came by, I jumped out. You should have seen Her laugh. Kasey did not think it was funny. (snerk) I was so glad there was pink fish yesterday that I don't even mind that there is nothing interesting for dinner tonight. Hamburgers? Really? I have to go lie down. Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-1600046612587413283?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/1600046612587413283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/joking-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/1600046612587413283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/1600046612587413283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/joking-cats.html' title='Joking Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-8405636905448497469</id><published>2012-01-11T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T14:24:05.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wise Cats</title><content type='html'>When a refill on wisdom is needed, She goes to meet with Her beloved Crones. She was especially excited to see Smudge'sMom, who just came back from a trip very far away. On this trip, S'sM saw where they grow coffee plants, and brought back some coffee beans with covers of chocolate on them. If there is anything that Smudge'sMom knows about Her, it is that She likes coffee. Both Coffee-the-drink and Coffee-the-Cat. (snerk)  It was so nice for Her to see Cleo'sMom and Sabra'sMom and Her StoneCrone.  Now Sabra'sMom is going on a trip to a different far-away land. When she gets back, Sabra'sMom will have a lot of pictures, because she has a new camera.&lt;br /&gt;He helped Her send off some teaching papers to a nice friend who moved to a state right next to us. He made a box, and mailed it for Her. She is still cleaning up papers, so She has brought in another black bag for the trash guy to take away when it is full.&lt;br /&gt;She wishes She felt happier about the long trip on a ship that He has arranged. It is not easy for Her to get around, and She doesn't like to be away from us for so long, but His heart is so set on it that She wants Him to be happy.  I'll tell you more about this when it gets closer to the time.&lt;br /&gt;For now, though, I have to go and see what she's doing in the kitchen. Buh-bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-8405636905448497469?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/8405636905448497469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/wise-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/8405636905448497469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/8405636905448497469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/wise-cats.html' title='Wise Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-1550882075483521186</id><published>2012-01-10T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T14:25:56.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beloved Cats</title><content type='html'>One nice thing about our house is that they have a lot of things to love. Their adorable cats, for instance, (ahem) as well as each other. She has a lot of people to love right here in the place where we live. Cleo'sPeople and LW'sPeople are where some of Their grandchildren live. Smudge'sPeople and DeeDee'sPeople are very special to Them. For many, many years, Hana'sGran has helped Her stay sane. Believe me, we all appreciate that. She loves Her Music guy and his family, and Her StoneCrone, as well. Sabra'sPeople help both of them think clearly, and They love them for that.  She loves Katy'sPeople, who are right next door, and have loving hearts. One sad thing is that She loves Mabel'sMom, but M'sM hurt Her feelings, so they can't be friends.  These close-by people keep Their hearts very strong, and She says that loving people makes life worthwhile.  She says She loved Her students and the people who worked in Her schools, even though She doesn't see them anymore. She is very happy that She loved Her work. Lots of people don't, you know. One day I'll have to tell you about Her far-away beloveds. Naturally, that starts out with Eddie.  It may take me a whole week to tell you about them.  And someday I'll tell you why I love Her, and it is more than just that lovely pink fish! Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-1550882075483521186?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/1550882075483521186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/beloved-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/1550882075483521186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/1550882075483521186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/beloved-cats.html' title='Beloved Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-8709880884083355321</id><published>2012-01-09T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T15:21:09.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumble Cats</title><content type='html'>It started last night - the rumbling. I snuggled closer to Her and thought about going into the closet. There were flashes outside in the dark, and then more rumbling. It bothered Kasey, too, I could tell. Kasey doesn't look as nervous as I do, so He thinks she isn't scared, but I know that cat, and she was scared, too.  It seemed to last a long time, and I don't think I got five minutes of sleep. When it was morning, She thought it was still night, until She looked at the clock, and She knew I would need extra comforting. I finally jumped down and let Her fix breakfast.  I was so knackered that I had seven fingers of butter and got in Her chair and went to sleep while She came in here and talked to Her friends. The TV guy said it rained five inches of rain and that lots of people were stuck in their cars. I'm glad She didn't go anywhere. He said it wasn't that bad here, but it looked like it would never stop. It is much better now, so I can report that we got through all the rumbles and rains, and are ready for a nice dinner and some TV.  The part came for the magic picture frame, so He will connect it tomorrow, and we will see pictures of our beloved LW and her sibs.&lt;br /&gt;I sure hope it is nice and quiet tonight. I don't like all that rumbling.  Not at ALL. TTYL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-8709880884083355321?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/8709880884083355321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/rumble-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/8709880884083355321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/8709880884083355321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/rumble-cats.html' title='Rumble Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-1617442796851846306</id><published>2012-01-07T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T15:18:35.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tidy Cats</title><content type='html'>Kasey and I canNOT believe our eyes. This computer room is as neat as a pin. Well, almost. There is still a little pile of things to be filed, but the floor is neat, the desk is neat. The present-room doors are closed, The shelves are organized, and Her head is spinning.  Once it is neat and tidy, She will want to keep it that way. He will help Her, because He is as neat as She is messy. Don't say I'm messy, Cofs, She said to me. Tell the people who read your stories that I am random. They will know that means messy, but it sounds better.   She says She has four decades of keeping a neat desk for Her work to make up for. I am not sure what that means, but it sounds like a long time to me.&lt;br /&gt;So now we can watch the British stories on TV. They love British stories.  She always has, but the stories suit Him, as well - especially the old ones.&lt;br /&gt;One thing that has Her chuffed is that DeeDee's girl is getting her things and moving back here. That is such a fun family to know. We are not even nervous when they are here.  He and She are so happy with all Their friends. And Their grandkids - Oh, how They love them. And Their cats, I'm glad to say. Well, TTYL, friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-1617442796851846306?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/1617442796851846306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/tidy-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/1617442796851846306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/1617442796851846306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/tidy-cats.html' title='Tidy Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-7750858832028653202</id><published>2012-01-06T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T15:06:14.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Time Cats</title><content type='html'>This is what made today a lot of fun. She was going through Her old files and found a big bunch of stuff from when She was a teacher.  Most of it She had forgotten about, but some of it is still very useful. She is going to see that it gets to someone who will use it, because it is still good teaching. To tell you the truth, I didn't know what She did when She was a teacher until I saw all those papers. She must have kept those students very busy. One thing I saw was papers that told how to complain in a nice way. She says you should never tell  kids they are wrong, or that they are bad.  She knows ways to say things in a nicer way. She says kids want to be good, and want to have praise. It means you should say Next time you'll do better, instead of you did a crap job.  I know what She means. When I bite Her (by accident, of course, and not hard) She says, Coffee, I wouldn't bite you. Then I know to be sorry.  It is OK to say stop if a kid is going to hurt someone. She says people give too many words at a time to kids. And cats, too, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;She will have to begin to make supper soon. I am not sure what They will eat, but I think there are those orange potatoes. We all love those. We laughed a lot today. It was fun. Oddy-ose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-7750858832028653202?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/7750858832028653202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/old-time-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/7750858832028653202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/7750858832028653202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/old-time-cats.html' title='Old Time Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-4568695763425319331</id><published>2012-01-05T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T15:41:18.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snoozing Cats</title><content type='html'>We were so busy yesterday that it was all we could do to stay awake to play and get our brushing today. He and She kept on with their work of filling black bags with stuff that has to go. It makes Her laugh that new stuff just keeps coming. She thought that after Christmas, the catalogs would stop - or at least slow down. But no. Another bunch comes every day, with sales and ideas for Valentines Day. Sorry for those catalogs, because She is all spent out, and back on the budget.&lt;br /&gt;He went to the doc today to get His blood tested. His doc could really tell He had been enjoying a lot of good food, because His blood showed a number that was too high.  He knew He would have to cut out the bread and potatoes. I know She will fix a lot of fish and chicken, but I don't know when we will have pizza again. She and I are both sad about that. But we have to keep Him healthy. That's a fact.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what She has planned for tomorrow, but I hope it is something relaxing. (Yawn). I'm going to have another snooze until dinner is ready, and wonder how She can fill bags with junk and still have so much left. What a puzzle. Well, I'll talk about it tomorrow. 'night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-4568695763425319331?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/4568695763425319331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/snoozing-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/4568695763425319331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/4568695763425319331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/snoozing-cats.html' title='Snoozing Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-1152490842232272792</id><published>2012-01-04T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T15:34:27.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trash Cats</title><content type='html'>No, Kasey and I are not trash. We are helping with trash. You see, She has gotten tired of filing and sorting and decided to throw it all away.  So now there are new piles. Things that get shredded up by the machine, and things that go into a big, black bag.   It makes Her cry to throw away some cards and letters, but what can you do when there is no place left to stack them. Let me just assure you, none of Her Eddie treasures will go into the trash. She has a nice box for all the things from Her Eddie-Kids.  There are school papers, though, from kids who have graduated and gone on with their lives. She doesn't need to save those. She is tossing all the saved bills that She has already paid. She has all Mazie's notes and pictures in a neat bag, and all the things from Her brother and his family in a special file. Kasey likes to paw at the papers on the floor, as if she is burying something, and I am helping Her decide what to keep. Sometimes you have to be cruel and stare with a mean face when She tries to keep too many things.  She gets a little bummed when She finds papers that remind Her of better days, but I know how to cheer Her up.  Don't worry. She will be glad when that big, black bag is full and out for the truck to pick up. Bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-1152490842232272792?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/1152490842232272792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/trash-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/1152490842232272792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/1152490842232272792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/trash-cats.html' title='Trash Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-8088825558200198278</id><published>2012-01-03T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T14:47:48.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Friend Cats</title><content type='html'>She woke up bright and early today, because She was anxious to see Her beloved Hana'sGran. She had some things for H'sG to take when she goes to visit Hana, and meet the new baby in the land very very far away.  She was excited to meet at their old favorite lunch place and hear all about the plans. She didn't expect Hana'sGran to have more presents for Her, since She got so many things before, but there WAS a package.  I bet you know what Her favorite thing to drink is. She even named Her favorite cat (ahem) after it. That's right. Two containers of Coffee-the-drink for Them to make at home. She was chuffed with that.They had some nice things to eat, and of course She brought some home.  I will share some with Her tonight.&lt;br /&gt;After the nice lunch and visit, She headed off to the store. I believe She has everything a person could need for the next month. The trouble is, wandering all around the store makes Her knackered, so He helped Her bring in bundles, so She could get a little rest. That is what She is doing now, while I write my story.  I am anxious to hear about Smudge'sMom's trip to a faraway land, and so is She. Maybe, after She rests up from this happy day, She will get together to hear about the vacation. I'll keep you up-to-date. Chow, bellas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-8088825558200198278?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/8088825558200198278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/precious-friend-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/8088825558200198278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/8088825558200198278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/precious-friend-cats.html' title='Precious Friend Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-6722090431837859749</id><published>2012-01-02T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T14:58:38.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Cats</title><content type='html'>Even though the special day for the new year was yesterday, today was a holiday as well.  Humans just love to have days, and since Sunday was a day anyway, they let people call today a holiday. We did not take a holiday here, though. He is taking this cleaning out thing very seriously, and kind of standing over Her shoulder making little noises about Her messy desk. She tells Him that She knows, and is working on it, yet there She is in the other room, having a nice tea.&lt;br /&gt;LW'sMom gave Them a machine for seeing pictures, and They have been having a hard time making it work.  He talked to the people who made the machine, and those guys are sending Him something to make it work without wires. It is supposed to hook up to a phone, but She doesn't have a phone in here.  She used to, but She cancelled it, and that's why He is having a problem.  She is anxious to see the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Today She had more of Her fancy soup,  but for dinner She is fixing nice meat and vegetables for His new diet, but She is having a potato. He doesn't care.  She has to get used to eating Her own stuff again. It was such good times when they ate together, but She has had so much magnificent food in the last two weeks, that She is ready for plain meals Herself.  As long as I get to share, all is well.  Bye bye until tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-6722090431837859749?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/6722090431837859749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-years-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/6722090431837859749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/6722090431837859749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-years-cats.html' title='New Year&apos;s Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-3227227520250059290</id><published>2012-01-01T14:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T14:38:10.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012 Cats</title><content type='html'>This seemed like a normal Sunday to me, but They kept making a fuss about how it is a new year, and its name is 2012.  After I had my butter, and we read the paper, She went to get on Her computer - and what do you know? It didn't work.  Her fine new Christmas/Birthday/Anniversary present didn't work. She tried a bunch of things, and was afraid He was going to call that poor computer guy for the millionth time. when all at once She tried it and it worked.  She says She wishes all problems will be that easy in the new year.  She visited on Her computer until it was time for lunch. She had been waiting for this all night and half the day - the chance to eat Her new soup. She fixed it and warmed it up, and yes, it was just as good as She remembered. Luckily, that one bowl filled Her up. I was afraid She would eat all five.&lt;br /&gt;He went to their old church to visit with Sabra'sPeople and talk about His project. He wasn't too excited when He came home, couldn't remember what He had for lunch, so it must not have been too good.  I do not expect anything to be very different in the coming days, but all this New Year stuff is going to be over by tomorrow night. Then She can have Her regular lunch with Hana'sGran and plan for that new baby. I will try not to thnk about the trip they will take in a bunch of weeks. Toodles for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-3227227520250059290?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/3227227520250059290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/3227227520250059290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/3227227520250059290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html' title='2012 Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-5937712129812198388</id><published>2011-12-31T17:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T18:09:43.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheesecake Cats</title><content type='html'>This was a day so full of delights for Her that she can't imagine anything nicer. You see, it started with Him getting Her some of that nice soup that She loves. He surprised Her with five big bowls of it, so She can have some every day for almost a week. That is what real friends do, She said. Then the mail came, and there were things She ordered already for next year. Things are on sale, now, Cofs, She told me. Also there was a nice gift from Her Eddie-sister and a sweet note from Mazie's next sister. She was already so very happy, but that wasn't all of it.&lt;br /&gt;You remember today is Cleo'sGirl's birthday. The place where They went to eat Their dinner was kind of a long ride away, but it was all about cheesecake. She says everyone loves cheesecake, and so She and He were very glad to go to this new place to celebrate with Cleo'sFamily.  She said the list of things to eat was a whole book, not just some pages. It was very tempting and it took a long time to look at all the things and decide. When She decided, it turned out that He had chosen the same thing. She had orange potatoes with Hers. Both of them ate only half of Their dinner and - you guessed it - brought the rest home. I just love when They do that. They even brought half of Their cheesecake. She hopes Cleo'sGirl likes her birthday present. He and She are ready to start a new year, so Kasey and I are, too. If only there weren't a bunch of fireworks going off and making noise - but that is what humans do.  Happy New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-5937712129812198388?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/5937712129812198388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/5937712129812198388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/5937712129812198388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='Cheesecake Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-8126977794519185181</id><published>2011-12-30T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T14:43:06.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Fish Cats</title><content type='html'>This  is the day when we usually have fish for our dinner, but I heard Her tell Him that we would not have it tonight. That was not good news to me.  Oh, sure, They had lots of fish last week, and enjoyed a lot of leftover fish for lunches and dinners, but I don't believe there is such a thing as too much fish. There are people who eat fish every day.  She has some other good things, though, and for some reason, She likes to change the menu every day. Well, I am at Their mercy, and I have no choice. Check back with me, though. I might just pout.&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice day, otherwise, around here.  She did a bit of work, and did some business things on the computer, so She could loaf about with a clear conscience. She looks forward to Cleo'sGirl's Birthday Party tomorrow, and is excited that it is Her beloved OperaGirl's Birthday on the next day.  I wonder if Her OG will like her present. She sent it a long time ago, and She hopes OG didn't forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about today was that both of Them were here all day.  It is a long time since I have been able to get pets and snuggles each time I needed them. I am not going to stress about the fish. Instead, I will go lie in the sun-spot by the back window. Aaaaahhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-8126977794519185181?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/8126977794519185181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-fish-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/8126977794519185181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/8126977794519185181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-fish-cats.html' title='No Fish Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-8576641229886756373</id><published>2011-12-29T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T16:06:44.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Lunch Cats</title><content type='html'>It was hard enough to be cozy today, with the fixing guy working on the driveway and making us a new doorbell, and She going off to another lunch with friends. I believe I will tell Her to stay home for lunch tomorrow and the next day, because She is not available for giving snuggles to Her adorable (ahem) cat when She goes off like this.  It is hard to be cross with Her, though, because She comes home so happy and tells Him all the wonderful things She has done and seen. I saw Her bring home a couple of boxes, so there may be a bright side to this after all.  I am very glad that Her next going out is not until Saturday, when He and She go to Cleo'sGirl's Birthday. I don't see anything on her calendar for next week except a time with Hana'sGran.  She has waited a long time for that lunch, so I will not be cross.&lt;br /&gt;Long ago, before we were born, She worked at a lovely school for her favorite kind of kids - the kind that needed Her.  The lady that made that school started a place where people could live and work, even if they had problems. Now that place has a store and a garden and a place to eat. That's where She and Her friends went today. She said it was a long way to ride, but the friends had a nice, easy car, and She was chuffed to spend time with them.  I'm going to sniffle that bag She brought home. Could it be something a cat could share? I'll let you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-8576641229886756373?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/8576641229886756373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/more-lunch-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/8576641229886756373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/8576641229886756373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/more-lunch-cats.html' title='More Lunch Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-4337847688338106981</id><published>2011-12-28T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T15:11:29.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foodie Cats</title><content type='html'>When we eat, Kasey and I mostly have delicious, nutritious kibbles. She won't let us have food from cans, because Her last cat, our cousin Charlotte, got sick and died from some bad food out of a can. We like our kibbles very much, but I have an extra source of delightful snacks. When She is eating Her dinner, I sniffle what She has on Her plate. I do this sniffling from the floor or the back of Her chair. Cats are good snifflers.   If I sniffle fish, or pizza, or spaghetti or something with gravy, I am willing to share with Her. When She is almost done, and most of Her plate is empty, I get up on the arm of Her chair and sneak a couple of licks. She says that letting a cat, even an amazing cat like me, lick your plate makes a lot of people say eeewww.  So if there is company, I don't do it - but She says it is their right to keep cats off their stuff to eat. She tells me not to be a judge of what people do, so I try to remember to wait for my snack if someone is here.&lt;br /&gt;Katy'sMom gave Them some nice stuff to eat from their Christmas party, and They will eat it tonight.  I guess She won't go to Crones, because nobody said they wanted to meet.  She can rest up for Her second-last party this week. She can't wait to see those friends and have some good things to eat - AGAIN!  I have a feeling that my extra food will be scarce in the next few days.  Oh, well. Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-4337847688338106981?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/4337847688338106981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/foodie-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/4337847688338106981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/4337847688338106981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/foodie-cats.html' title='Foodie Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-3056104074177521005</id><published>2011-12-27T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T14:32:33.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness Cats</title><content type='html'>This is the day They went to visit their Thinking Friends.  They had to start early, because He lost the glass out of one side of His glasses, and He needed to go to the glasses place and have them fix it.  When He got there, He couldn't find the missing glass. He was kind of sad about that. They went on to visit Sabra'sMom-and-Dad  and another lovely friend who knows how to read stones.  That lady is one of Her beloved Crones. It was She who had charge of the question today, and She made it about happiness. We wonder about happiness, too. The questions made cats realize how nice their lives are, here with Them. We are cozy, we have friends and cousins, we get plenty of pets and kibbles, and at least I laugh. Kasey, not so much - although I have seen her laugh when I get into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;When They got home, He said He would have to buy a new glass for His glasses. It cost a lot of money, but what else could He do? He was waiting to get his fixed glasses when She found the missing piece. He called the glasses guy and said cancel the costing ones, and they did. So He went back to get the work done that He wanted done in that early morning. A strange day, but a happy one, because we appreciate what we have.  Nighty-night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-3056104074177521005?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/3056104074177521005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/happiness-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/3056104074177521005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/3056104074177521005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/happiness-cats.html' title='Happiness Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-4786630034819116497</id><published>2011-12-26T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T14:25:35.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close Call Cats</title><content type='html'>Whew. When She woke up this morning, She felt kind of sick.  Her tummy hurt and She didn't want any bread with the black berries in it. I was sorry for Her, but come on. That's where I get my butter every morning. I pestered Her until She got some plain butter out, warmed it up and gave me five fingers worth. She told Him She was afraid She was getting a cold or the flu. She didn't think She could keep their lunch date later. He told Her to go back to bed. She did that, and after awhile She woke back up and felt fine. She says She felt even better because She had a close call.  He understood, but I don't.&lt;br /&gt;There is a place They like to go, but it costs more than She likes to spend very often. Well, the place sent Her a paper that said They could get food for less money, because They had that anniversary last week.  It is because the food place gives you a paper when you go there. You put your name and email, and tell them your anniversary and your birthday.  He thought it was kind of silly to do that, but now He knows why it was a good idea. Guess what? He got another paper from the same place saying They could get a birthday dinner. As long as She feels so good, She thinks they should make another date.  I bet that after all this excellent food three days in a row, a nice bowl of soup will taste especially good. TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-4786630034819116497?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/4786630034819116497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/close-call-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/4786630034819116497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/4786630034819116497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/close-call-cats.html' title='Close Call Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-6454186487781504020</id><published>2011-12-25T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T17:25:07.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calm and Patient Cats</title><content type='html'>We knew that They were going to be  gone a long time today, and luckily She left the computer on, so I could tell you my Christmas thoughts. First of all, the custom of having seven kinds of fish on  the night before Christmas is my idea of a good plan. I am also very glad that there are people who give presents to cats.  I do prefer that They stay home, but oh, how She loves to give people presents! She can't wait to see if the kids like what She got them, and that makes up for how tired She gets, and how sad She is that it is hard for Her to move around. One thing He and She both know is that whatever they get to eat at LW's house will be very special. That house is full of great cooks. LW'sDad and sibs have learned to make good things to eat in order to help while LW'sMom was in Minister School.  The two of Them will probably be way too full to give me anything but kibbles when They get home.&lt;br /&gt;She was thinking of all Her other grandkids today, and hoping they all had lots of presents. One thing about this time of year is that He and She are so happy to have fun things to do, nice people to visit, and nice friends and family to send out love to. Kasey and I send love to all our cousins and wish them lots of treats. I hear Them coming now, so I'll say a festive goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-6454186487781504020?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/6454186487781504020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/calm-and-patient-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/6454186487781504020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/6454186487781504020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/calm-and-patient-cats.html' title='Calm and Patient Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-8548663223854276578</id><published>2011-12-24T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T20:15:29.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Story Cats</title><content type='html'>I don't have time to write a very long story tonight. First of all, it is His birthday, and He and She went to Cleo'sHouse and ate a bunch of dishes of fish, and they brought some home! You can understand that I am anxious to see if a hard-working cat can get a tiny taste.  Also, There were presents for Kasey and me, and I really have to check them out. They got some nice things, as well, including a stunning picture of me in a cute frame.  They are really full of fish, an I respect that.&lt;br /&gt;I'll taalk to you tomorrow, when They go to LW'sHouse. Merry day-before-Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-8548663223854276578?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/8548663223854276578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/short-story-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/8548663223854276578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/8548663223854276578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/short-story-cats.html' title='Short Story Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-91894699579909351</id><published>2011-12-23T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T14:50:29.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plan Change Cats</title><content type='html'>Cats are very well known for being flexible, so if something comes up, we are ready to curl in another direction. He and She are not nearly so flexible in their bodies, but in our minds, They are a tiny bit more filxible than Kasey and me. For example, the calendar today was about going to a favorite place for lunch with some delightful friends.  At the last minute, one of the friends felt sick, and couldn't go - so they changed it to next week. She was disappointed, but She knew it was exactly the right thing, so She set about to find something to do. She labeled the Christmas bags, and admired how pretty they looked. She took them into the me-table and got them out of Her room where the computer is.  She put away a bunch of other stuff, to save for presents for later. (She does that, you know). It was quite easy to use Her new computer, except She couldn't find Her game.  The ComputerGuy said he would fix that.&lt;br /&gt;The sad news for me is that She is not fixing fish for our dinner  because tomorrow They will have 7 kinds of fish at Cleo's house. She is also waiting to hear if LW'sMom will be able to have the regular Christmas Day dinner because of a flood at their house, so you have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;We are kind of excited that Smudge'sMom and Dad went to a pretty place that is so far away that they had to use an airplane. I will enjoy being flexible while I sleep on Her tummy this evening. Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-91894699579909351?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/91894699579909351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/plan-change-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/91894699579909351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/91894699579909351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/plan-change-cats.html' title='Plan Change Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-2618802714807818006</id><published>2011-12-22T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T15:01:36.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Cats</title><content type='html'>One day last week, He tried to get on Her computer. Remember - His needed fixing? Well, He was annoyed with how slow Her computer was. He made some kind of deal with His ComputerGuy, and He traded Her computer for a new one that is faster. He paid the difference, and made it Her anniversary, Christmas and birthday present.  Of course, She was fine with the old one, but the new one is slick, and I didn't have to learn any new skills to write my stories.  I met the ComputerGuy and his pretty girlfriend, who understood why I decided to have a nap in the closet, just to stay out of the way. So if this story sounds bigger and faster, it is because of the computer update.&lt;br /&gt;They sure have a lot of good food that they got for gifts. She has a completely sweet tooth, and so a lot of it is cookies and cupcakes. People know He should not eat sweets, so He got some little round crackers and some cheese to put on them.  She just can't believe She is so lucky. Kasey and I don't like sweet things, but you can bet we will share His cheese.&lt;br /&gt;It is funny how ComputerGuy cleaned everything up. She doesn't like people to move Her stuff around, but She has managed to find all the important stuff.  Have a nice evening, dear readers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-2618802714807818006?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/2618802714807818006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/update-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/2618802714807818006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/2618802714807818006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/update-cats.html' title='Update Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-1015810958358764314</id><published>2011-12-21T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T14:34:29.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delighted Cats</title><content type='html'>The big thing about today was Her lunch with Her beloved Crones. They have a custom to have a party two times every year so that they can have lunch at a nice place and wish each other good things. Today they went to the nice place where LW'sMom showed them. She just loves it there. They have nice food, though it's sometimes messy to eat, but the best part is the dessert. They must have a hundred kinds of cake and pie and cookies and strange stuff. I like it when She goes there, because She always brings home half of Her sandwich so She will have room for dessert. Everyone had such a nice visit and She was glad they liked the place She picked. One thing that poked Her was that they charged for every refill of coffee and tea. She told the sweet lady who owns the place that it hurt Her feelings that all Her friends had to pay extra for drinks, and the lady said it was a mistake. It was a good thing that She mentioned it. People got their money back or free cookies. She took the cookies and shared one with Him when She got home.  Even though it takes a long time to drive there, this is Her favorite place to get good things to eat.&lt;br /&gt;We were so happy when She came home that some snuggles were necessary. She will settle down for awhile and hope everyone liked the lunch as much as She did. More adventures will be coming, with more food and friends. Here are Her favorite things: Him, Kasey and me, friends/grandchildren, and good food.  Bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-1015810958358764314?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/1015810958358764314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/delighted-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/1015810958358764314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/1015810958358764314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/delighted-cats.html' title='Delighted Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-5449114708038555034</id><published>2011-12-20T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T15:10:06.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebration Cats</title><content type='html'>Never mind that Christmas is coming, and everyone is out shopping. The roads are crowded and still They have to go out in the car. You know why. Many years ago, before many of us were born, He and She got married. They lived in two houses before this one, but They have been here most of the time. Now this is OUR house, and we are all good friends with each other.  Some of Their good friends live in their own houses, but when they have a celebration, they all eat together. Today the special friends are Smudge'sMom and Dad. They are much younger, but they got married on the next day, so every year they all celebrate together. This year S'sM&amp;amp;D are going on a long trip to a lovely country where they will see lots of things they can't see here. He and She are chuffed for them. They will have their Christmas and birthday presents tonight, along with good things to eat.  Maybe They will bring some home. I would like that.&lt;br /&gt;They got another present today from Abby's Mom and Dad. It is a bunch of fruit made to look like flowers. It looks beautiful, but They will eat it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;He gave Her some fancy candy this morning, and a pretty card. She thought They weren't giving presents, but She is keeping the candy. Kasey and I don't like candy, and He isn't supposed to eat it so...what else can She do? (snerk) Cheerio, dear readers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-5449114708038555034?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/5449114708038555034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/celebration-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/5449114708038555034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/5449114708038555034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/celebration-cats.html' title='Celebration Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-7941281780404232798</id><published>2011-12-19T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T15:26:27.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neat Cats</title><content type='html'>Since She has lots of marks on Her calendar, She wants to look nice. She is whining about how She looks without glasses, as if it made a difference. She says Kasey and I are most beautiful after we have been brushed, so She went to get Her hair brushed today. Of course, the sweet lady who brushes has to cut Her hair first, and then She brushes it out very smooth and sleek. Here is the funny part. She told Him that Her hair was perfect, with every single kink brushed out of it, but when She went outside, the wind blew it every which way, so now we are neater than She is.&lt;br /&gt;She has gotten tired of the purse that hangs around Her neck, and took Her pockets to a new place, where the price was fair. Next week it will be all sewed up nicely and She will be wearing pockets again.&lt;br /&gt;She found a place to put gas in Her car and it was the least She has paid in a lot of months. The car still held a lot of gas, but don't forget, She hasn't been driving it very much since before Her eye stuff.  Just when She gets ready to grouch about that, She remembers all the nice things She has, and how lucky She is to have a nice car and lovely cats. She remember what Her Grandma told Her. Count your blessings. I am counting mine, because I smell nice food cooking. The outside cats only get a little food, but Kasey and I get a lot. Yummm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-7941281780404232798?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/7941281780404232798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/neat-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/7941281780404232798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/7941281780404232798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/neat-cats.html' title='Neat Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-6530194084457102411</id><published>2011-12-18T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T14:57:21.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Christmas Cats</title><content type='html'>There is a lot going on about Christmas around here. He and She have Their calendars quite full of lots of marks, and They  are completely chuffed about seeing all their friends. She has had so much fun picking out presents for everyone, and She has been getting messages about the stuff that the mail has already delivered.  She is so tickled when someone tells Her they like what She chose for them, because that is just what She wanted.  He has it in mind to get Her a computer that works so much faster. She Doesn't think She needs that, but it will make Him happy for Her to have it, so - since that is what She likes about a present - She can't argue with that.&lt;br /&gt;Some extra fun was that Cleo'sDad came over to help Him with His projects. Cleo'sDad is very smart about projects, and He could really use the help.  While he was here, They wanted to give him coffee-the-drink, but the coffee making machine got a leak in it somehow, so He had to go and get a new one. You wouldn't expect Them to go without coffee-the-drink, would you? If so, you really don't know Her.&lt;br /&gt;Now we have everything kind of sorted out, so we can all relax and enjoy Her new seeing and wait for time to give out more presents.  I like getting ready for Christmas, don't you? Ah-dyoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-6530194084457102411?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/6530194084457102411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/pre-christmas-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/6530194084457102411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/6530194084457102411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/pre-christmas-cats.html' title='Pre-Christmas Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-592455584380456867</id><published>2011-12-17T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T15:17:08.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complex Cats</title><content type='html'>Getting His computer  working again is a very complex problem. Luckily, Kasey and I were here to help Him.  He got it back from the ComputerGuy, who thought his job was over. Well, He worked on getting it hooked up last night, while we were sleeping, and very early He called the ComputerGuy and said He was stumped. They talked for a long time and She interrupted to tell ComputerGuy where to get a shirt that says No, I will not fix your computer. If the CG didn't think it was funny, that's OK, because She did.&lt;br /&gt;She left all the complex drama to take Katy'sGirl to see her doc, so She had a nice visit with Katy'sMom. She will take Katy'sBoy in a couple of weeks.  In the middle, She will give them their presents, and hope they like them. All the presents are done, and He wants to get Her a fancy new computer, and make it so She doesn't have to wait so long for things to turn on. I will be able to learn it very quickly, because I am a clever, complex guy.&lt;br /&gt;We will have a nice evening and a quiet day tomorrow, to get ready for all the adventures this week. I am fine with that, since there is chicken for dinner. Poodle Tip. (Get it?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-592455584380456867?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/592455584380456867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/complex-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/592455584380456867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/592455584380456867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/complex-cats.html' title='Complex Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-5340553790158058138</id><published>2011-12-16T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T15:14:53.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eddie Cats</title><content type='html'>If you have known Her longer than a few days, you know She has a favorite guy named Eddie. Eddie is a funny guy, but he can also be serious when he plays a part in a show.  She feels so much love for this Eddie that She told him that She would be his Grandmother. She thinks being a grandmother is the best thing a person can be, exactly even with being a Mom and a teacher.  She has never been a Mom, but She has picked out some special grandchildren. Except for Him, they are her favorite people.  Well, Her grandkid who is Her OperaGirl has made this an Eddie Day at our house, and that makes Kasey and me Eddie Cats.  Her OperaGirl went very far away to see Eddie lots of times, This time, OG sent Her a shirt with Eddie's picture on it.  He is worried that She may never take it off.  Lots of months ago, She went to visit Her beloved OperaGirl, and OG took lots of pictures. One showed Her with OperaGirl, OzGirl and another girl. She has that picture on Her wall. Except NOW She has it on a cup to use for coffee-the-drink. I wish you could all see how chuffed She is.&lt;br /&gt;It so happens that I am a happy Eddie Cat myself. It has more to do with lovely pink fish than it does with Eddie, but being happy is what counts, after all. Toodle Pip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-5340553790158058138?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/5340553790158058138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/eddie-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/5340553790158058138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/5340553790158058138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/eddie-cats.html' title='Eddie Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-6040408005493962619</id><published>2011-12-15T14:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T14:59:00.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing Eye People</title><content type='html'>This was the last day for putting drops in Her eyes. She had to go see the doc that fixed Her eyes, and She is so chuffed that She has been smiling all day. After all the worry and appointments and eye drops, it is finally over and here is the result: She can see the TV, a movie and to drive without any glasses at all. She can see to use the computer with regular glasses from the store. She can see to read, but will see even better when She gets the glasses with the right number. It might seem like a waste to go through all that when you are so very old, but She says it is worth it if She didn't live another week. I don't want to think about that. I'm just telling you what She said.&lt;br /&gt;They stopped for a celebration lunch and She brought a lot of it home. That way, She gets two meals for the price of one. He brought home something, too. Hers smelled like bacon, but I couldn't tell what His is.  They have a lot of partying ahead, and if I am lucky, I'll get some good food to share. She was teasing me that there is no such thing as Kitty Bags. Hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;He has been Her driver through all of the eye stuff, and He has not complained even one time.  She says They have been together for 36 years, and it has gone by very fast. Kasey and I are glad They found each other and then found us. Cheerio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-6040408005493962619?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/6040408005493962619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/seeing-eye-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/6040408005493962619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/6040408005493962619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/seeing-eye-people.html' title='Seeing Eye People'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-5579476532273204407</id><published>2011-12-14T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T15:05:26.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy Day Cats</title><content type='html'>It isn't that I wanted to get up early, because there were no appointments today, but He was determined to have us all awake for some reason.  Oh, did I wake you up? He said, I didn't mean to. Well, She got up, but Kasey and I went right back to sleep - after a drink of water and a snack - and butter, of course. So I had a nice easy day. He was still trying to fix His computer that has a bug in it. I looked all around but I didn't see any bug. He had to take it to the computer guy. He tried to check His email on Her computer, but They couldn't figure out how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;We have been looking all over for a certain thing for LW'sDad. I helped Her read the ads and catalogs. Guess what! Today He finally found it. LW'sDad will think it is funny.&lt;br /&gt;This thing with Her eyes is getting easier, but She says She couldn't do it without the things Hana'sGran gave Her. They fasten on the glasses so She always knows where they are.  She is not going to need any fancy glasses from the glasses store.  This whole eye thing has been easier than any of us thought it would be.  She doesn't like the way She looks without glasses all the time, but She looks fine to me. I can snuggle around Her face with no problem.&lt;br /&gt;I'm wide awake now, and listening to Her Italian boys sing songs about Christmas. They try to sing in Her language and She says they sound cute.  Oh, well. I guess this is the time to say chow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-5579476532273204407?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/5579476532273204407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/easy-day-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/5579476532273204407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/5579476532273204407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/easy-day-cats.html' title='Easy Day Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-59507879286986919</id><published>2011-12-13T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T16:14:56.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Healthy Cats</title><content type='html'>Kasey and I are really healthy, so we don't have to go to the doc today, but She had to go, because they have to be sure Her medicine is working right. She has a good doc who checks Her heart and stuff, then decides if She should keep on taking the medicine, then the doc gives Her a paper to give the medicine people.  Today She came home with the paper, so everything is fine. If only She could walk around easier people would not guess She has old-lady muscles and joints.  To tell the truth, I have a couple of achy joints myself, but you can hardly tell. You can see Her achy joints from across the street. (snerk)&lt;br /&gt;One thing She likes to do is have someone paint Her toes. She says it is a treat to have someone massage her toes and then paint them red.  She was so chuffed that the doc said She was fine that She treated Herself to getting shiny red toes.  Kasey and I don't have any toenails in front, so we are safe from having our toes painted. Whew.  She may like that, but I sure would not!&lt;br /&gt;She got some pretty cards in the mail.  She loved the one that was a picture of Abby and her people.. She sends His and Her cards by computer. She just hopes everyone gets them!  Now it is time for dinner, and I smell chicken! TTYL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-59507879286986919?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/59507879286986919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/healthy-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/59507879286986919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/59507879286986919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/healthy-cats.html' title='Healthy Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-8258942541820638952</id><published>2011-12-12T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T14:38:06.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Postal Cats</title><content type='html'>She had the presents for lots of weeks. She got the packages ready to mail a long time ago. They sat in Her office for lots of time. Well, today they all went riding to the Post Office, which is where you mail stuff. There was a package for Her beloved OperaGirl that had a package inside a package, because her birthday is soon after Christmas. One for Her beloved Mazie, with a bunch of surprises in it. One was for Her beloved brother, besides the one coming in the mail from somewhere else. She hopes he will be tickled pink. One package for Her beloved Eddie-Sister in Florida. Her beloved PoetryGirl will get one, and so will her boys. One is on the way to Her beloved grandchild here in Texas, and one for Her beloved StefferGirl, who is now so happy with her new job. Now for the ones that He and She will just give to the people. They have to wait until closer to Christmas. The next ones are for SmudgesPeople, who will be sailing away before Christmas gets here. They will be celebrating each other's marriage birthdays together next week. Oh, She loves giving people their presents that She buys all through the year.&lt;br /&gt;So we are ready for a quiet evening with some delicious soup with chicken in it. Kasey and I are happy cats. Cheery-bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-8258942541820638952?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/8258942541820638952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/postal-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/8258942541820638952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/8258942541820638952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/postal-cats.html' title='Postal Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-2005048167602196870</id><published>2011-12-11T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T14:37:23.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleased Cats</title><content type='html'>Did you ever have one of those days when everything just seemed pleasant? That's the kind of day it was here. Everyone had some good sleep last night, the butter was good this morning and so were the snuggles.  Every time I felt like having a snuggle, there She was. Not out visiting or watching a graduation, but right here where I like Her to be. I got an especially good brushing today, and laughed when She said She could make a new cat out of the hair in the brush. I know She can't really do that, you see.&lt;br /&gt;The only trouble is talking about a subject called politics. He and She both like the President and are worried about the other guys who want to replace him. They are afraid the country might turn into a huge mess and They can't stand that. But luckily, Kasey and I don't understand most of it, so we could still feel pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday They were too full of duck to want any dinner, but tonight He asked for spaghetti. She gets the healthful kind, so it is OK. It is a once-in-awhile kind of dinner. He doesn't feel like He can't get what He wants to eat that way.&lt;br /&gt;They have a lot to do tomorrow, but you may be most interested that the packages are going in the mail.  If you get one too soon, just save it, OK? You will only have to wait a little while. Sy-o-nara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-2005048167602196870?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/2005048167602196870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/pleased-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/2005048167602196870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/2005048167602196870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/pleased-cats.html' title='Pleased Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-4007192774640758920</id><published>2011-12-10T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T16:33:38.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excellence Cats</title><content type='html'>Today was about LW, her Mom, Dad and Sibs. They were all together to see LW'sMom finish Minister School, and while He and She were there, they found out that the school gave a special Award of Excellence. Can you guess who won it? Yes! It was LW'sMom. He and She were so proud they just about popped!  I was proud, too, and I guess even Kasey was. Kasey and I agreed that if there had been an award for Cat Excellence, we surely would have won it. When They got home, They said they agreed.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone went together to have some good things to eat. She said it was little pancakes with cooked duck inside.  She had not eaten duck before, and was surprised at how much She liked it. She had such fun sitting at the Kids' Table, along with Him and another Grandma. This is funny. There was a circle on the table that turned around so that everyone could take their stuff off of it. It sounds like a good idea, but it was kind of a mess by the time everyone got done.&lt;br /&gt;She was also chuffed that LW'sMom brought the stole that Smudge'sMom made and showed it to everyone. It looked nifty on her, and She almost cried from happiness. This is the sad part. They were so full of duck and stuff that They didn't feel like eating dinner.  They just want snacks. Oh, well.  You can't have fish every night, I guess. Mostly it was a good day. Cheerio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-4007192774640758920?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/4007192774640758920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/excellence-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/4007192774640758920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/4007192774640758920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/excellence-cats.html' title='Excellence Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-2479226299203650846</id><published>2011-12-09T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T15:09:40.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Telling Cats</title><content type='html'>Today is the day I can tell you about the secret for LW'sMom. You see, she is finishing all her work at minister school and graduating tomorrow.  He and She wanted to give LW'sMom a special thing called a stole that ministers wear when they are giving a talk.  She looked all over, asked advice from other ministers, and finally went to Smudge'sMom and said you are a wonderful sewer of lots of things, can you help me design a stole, and then make it for me? I will pay you what the other ones cost. Smudge'sMom said yes and the two of them looked at material and ideas and colors, and finally S'sM made the stole like one of her quilts and stitched about a million little designs on it. It was a masterpiece. So today She and S'sM went to eat lunch with LW'sMom, and they gave her the present together. She told Him that LW'sMom liked it just fine, and I am glad because it is hard to keep secrets.&lt;br /&gt;While She was at the lunch place She made a reservation for the Crones' lunch. She really loves that place, and wishes it were not such a long drive to go there.  I think She should be more careful about eating so much, and bring more stuff home.&lt;br /&gt;When She was getting out a drink of tea, I was by Her feet, and I saw my very favorite pink fish waiting to get cooked for our dinner. That is better than leftovers.  I am not telling any more secrets today. Tune in tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-2479226299203650846?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/2479226299203650846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/telling-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/2479226299203650846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/2479226299203650846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/telling-cats.html' title='Telling Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-254605779238034729</id><published>2011-12-08T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T14:55:19.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toy Cats</title><content type='html'>Sometimes They get packages that have toys on them for us to play with. For instance, one company closes its boxes with straps. She cuts them off to open the box, and I go into a frenzy of trying to knock them down onto the floor.  That is much more fun than playing with Kasey, who just likes the boxes. He leaves them down for her to play with and she jumps in and out of them, sometimes turning somersaults.  Whereas I attack the straps, conquer them and push them on the floor. She uses Her pick-up stick to get them back on the table, and so the game goes on.&lt;br /&gt;I believe She has gotten the last of the boxes for now, and all we have to do is get to the post office, then wait for present-giving. She loves present-giving way more than present-getting.  I guess that happens when you get old.  She can start tomorrow when She has a present for LW'sMom. By tomorrow at this time, I can tell you all about that. LW'sMom will have it by then, and it won't have to be a secret any more. I am great with keeping secrets. Better than He is, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Her OzGirl says Eddie has left Oz and will be back in his regular home by now. Eddie is through with the show that She saw twice, and might rest before he makes a new show to take all over the world. Meanwhile he will work on movies and TV. She keeps hoping She will get to see them someday, because they show them first VERY far away, where Eddie comes from.  Thinking about that keeps Her mind off the presents. Oh, She is so very anxious to see if people like them. I'll be back tomorrow. Don't forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-254605779238034729?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/254605779238034729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/toy-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/254605779238034729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/254605779238034729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/toy-cats.html' title='Toy Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-2599131254197880589</id><published>2011-12-07T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:50:25.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown Cats</title><content type='html'>I know She has been ready for all those presents for a long time, and most of the packaging and sorting is done, but She has to keep Her eye on the schedule, She has LW'sMom to think about this week, and two docs and Katy'sGirl to think about next week, and the NEXT week is the dinner and packages with Smudge'sPeople to cheer about how long they have all been married - and THAT takes them right up to His birthday, which is on the day before Christmas, when packages go to Cleo'sPeople. Whew.  Usually They go to have Christmas with LW and her people, but since LW'sMom has just finished a really hard school time, she may not be up to making a big Christmas dinner. Well, He and She have packages for all of them, and somehow She will make sure they get them. You know She doesn't wrap packages in paper. She thinks that is not good for the trees. She puts all the packages in bags you can use at the store, or in a box that had something else in it before.  All of this means She needs to find a time to go to the post office and mail things for Mazie and OperaGirl and Her other special relatives.  You are probably saying what's the problem? Go ahead to the post office, but you might have forgotten that it isn't easy for Her to get around. You may just jump in the car and go, but She is s-l-o-w. I promise you one thing: If you know Her and Him, you know everything will be done just fine. Don't forget She has a big, brown cat to help Her. Toodle Pip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-2599131254197880589?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/2599131254197880589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/countdown-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/2599131254197880589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/2599131254197880589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/countdown-cats.html' title='Countdown Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-4482684531963444494</id><published>2011-12-06T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T14:44:49.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catnip Cats</title><content type='html'>What He had to do today was to go see one of His doctors. She is the one that gives Him medicine that keeps Him nice and calm. He likes the medicine He takes now, because it cleared up His tremors and made it easy for Him to write nicely.  That makes it worth it for Him to lose His patience once in awhile, He says. She nods Her head, but She's not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;When He came home from the doc, He brought something for all of us. For Her, He brought very pretty yellow flowers.  She loves them. For us, He brought a catnip plant and some fresh grass.Kasey didn't care about the catnip as much as I did. I chewed on some, then rubbed it all over my face. I really got covered in catnip smell and wanted to go to sleep on Her lap.  Kasey just ate the grass, then gacked up all the grass she ate. I told her she should have tried the catnip.&lt;br /&gt;She is trying to nail down the lunch with LW'sMom on Friday. Smudge'sMom has finished the project and She is very anxious for LW'sMom to see it. After she sees it, I can tell you what it is, but not before, in case she reads my story.&lt;br /&gt;She feels better today, because She got all the packages. There were more glasses for Her to read with. She is not so sure She likes them. I know I don't. They get in my way when I rub on Her face. I hear Her coming, so I'll sign off now.  Nighty night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-4482684531963444494?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/4482684531963444494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/catnip-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/4482684531963444494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/4482684531963444494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/catnip-cats.html' title='Catnip Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-2324052348802432544</id><published>2011-12-05T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T17:13:56.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buy Stuff Cats</title><content type='html'>Well, I should have guessed that this would be a shopping day, the way She has been looking in the cupboards and shaking Her head.  There are certain things we can't live without here, such as kibbles and other odds and ends.  Yesterday She was cutting out the coupons from the paper, because I believe Her favorite thing is saving money.  She made a list on the envelope where She put the coupons, and it looked kind of long.  She started out for the store feeling kind of chipper, now that She can see better, and is driving again.  When She came home, though, it was another story. There were lots of bags full of things to put away, but the paper where they put how much everything costs was very long. I heard Her tell Him that some of the normal things cost twice as much as they did before the drought.  I said Drat the drought, but She didn't think it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;He got a million packages today, and She was kind of grumpy because She is the one who usually gets the packages. He is very deep into the airplane project and She just sees model planes piling up. She has to put on a brave face, because it is His project and She wants to be cheerful for Him.&lt;br /&gt;Also, She is very close to getting all the details worked out for the Crones' Lunch. She is almost sure it is settled, and will nag at everyone to sign up. It is at the place She is going with Smudge'sMom and LW'sMom on Friday.  She loves that place.  There is melted cheese on Their dinners, so I must go get a taste of that. g'night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-2324052348802432544?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/2324052348802432544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/buy-stuff-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/2324052348802432544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/2324052348802432544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/buy-stuff-cats.html' title='Buy Stuff Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-8608889204708967270</id><published>2011-12-04T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T14:23:45.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain and Shine Cats</title><content type='html'>The sun was shining when She woke up, but it soon got cloudy and began to rain. We were all glad we didn't have to go out today, so we made good use of de-cluttering and organizing jobs. I helped Her as much as I could, for example when She was sending Him a present about planes.  It made Her glad to put my name on the card when She hit the send button.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what melancholy means? She told me She was feeling melancholy, but She doesn't look any different to me.  It might have something to do with Her being a doofus about the Crones' lunch for this month. There are just too many things and too many busy people. At first only a few people get back to Her, and then She finds out new info, and has to change stuff. Do you know who is good at arranging things? Her OperaGirl, that's who. The trouble is, OG lives too far away to be able to help. And OG would have to be a Cronelet.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I will keep you up-to-date on how all this planning works out. I know that planning for dinner is much easier, now that He started eating meat once in awhile. I saw Her get chicken out of the freezer today, and that suits me just fine.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go look out the window at the rain, now. I like to see it from in here, where it is warm and dry. TaTa for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-8608889204708967270?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/8608889204708967270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/rain-and-shine-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/8608889204708967270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/8608889204708967270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/rain-and-shine-cats.html' title='Rain and Shine Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-9126745533863923135</id><published>2011-12-03T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T15:17:49.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Business Cats</title><content type='html'>Today was about business. He went early this morning to a meeting about business, and when He came home, He said it was great - very helpful.&lt;br /&gt;There was another part to the meeting which was supposed to be next week, but LW'sMom is having a ceremony to show that She is a real Minister, so He changed His meeting to another day, so He doesn't have to miss that party. He is so proud of LW'sMom, He couldn't bear to miss seeing her get her paper.  Of course, She is proud and excited, too. We love LW's whole family.&lt;br /&gt;She has one more package to get ready to send to Her beloved grandchildren and relatives who live far away. He thinks She should mail them right now, but She thinks they would get there too soon. Maybe when the present day comes, they will forget She sent stuff. He says what difference does it make? It's the thought that counts. She will probably go with that.&lt;br /&gt;He was gone so much today that They need to celebrate. You know what that means: Pizza. Nom nom nom.&lt;br /&gt;Tune in tomorrow to see is Mazie got the pretty pictures about London. Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-9126745533863923135?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/9126745533863923135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/business-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/9126745533863923135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/9126745533863923135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/business-cats.html' title='Business Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-4703257529628245835</id><published>2011-12-02T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T14:55:36.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappearing Cat Stories</title><content type='html'>When I looked for my story from yesterday, it was not there.  I am a little annoyed with the computer, because I wrote a long story about the day She had with Hana'sGran and about LW'sMom's finishing her studies, and it was about love and good times and pride and all those good things.  I know Kasey didn't erase it, and it could not have been She, because I was with Her when I finished, helping Her get comfy.&lt;br /&gt;Well, This is about today, and I hope it shows up on my story page. It was a good day to stay away from here. He expected the Fixing Guy, who didn't come, and then He had to holler at His computer.  She is afraid His medicine does not work very well, and He loses His patience too often.  Actually, it is kind of funny the way He talks to the computer, as if it can understand Him.&lt;br /&gt;Also, She doesn't like Her new purse, so She decided to fix the old pockets that broke. She cut the belt part off another set to pockets so the clasp part would be there. Then She put safety pins to fix it the way She wants it.  She took it to a place where they fix hard-to-sew things, and they said sure, they could sew it very tight for a lot of money. She - well, you know how She is - said it was too much and came back home.  She will not give up, but She will not pay as much as the whole pockets cost to fix it. I am really glad Kasey and I don't use money.&lt;br /&gt;I saw what came out of the freezer and my heart sang. I bet you know what it is. Yes. It's fish. Oddy-ose, amigos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-4703257529628245835?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/4703257529628245835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/disappearing-cat-stories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/4703257529628245835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/4703257529628245835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/12/disappearing-cat-stories.html' title='Disappearing Cat Stories'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-6333049583757270080</id><published>2011-11-30T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T14:59:50.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumping Cats</title><content type='html'>Remember about the new drinking machine He got for us? Well, I was just starting to get used to it when it made me jump. I had a bunch of drinks from it when the bottle started to let down new water. She tried not to laugh as I jumped away from it when it gurgled. But at least I tried. Kasey has only had about five laps from it, and He had to put the silver bowl back. He did put it next to the new bowl so we can get comfortable with it.&lt;br /&gt;It was a day when She jumped, too. Whenever She remembers that it is the day for Her Crones, She jumps out of bed with enthusiasm. She sure does love Her Crones. They will meet this evening and She will get a peek at what Smudge'sMom is working on. I will tell you more about that later. For now it is a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of surprises, today She already got a present from Her PoetryGirl. She didn't know it was a present when She opened it, but there inside was some cinnamon honey. She loves that not just because of how it tastes, but because it is part of an Eddie-joke. Her Eddie talks a lot about bees and honey. She and Her Eddie girls always theme their gifts like that. It kind of binds them together, like their love for cats and d-o-gs. &lt;br /&gt;Since it is Crones' night, She will not be fixing dinner, but that's OK, because She is so happy.&lt;br /&gt;Later, gator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-6333049583757270080?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/6333049583757270080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/jumping-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/6333049583757270080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/6333049583757270080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/jumping-cats.html' title='Jumping Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-8776367141067127474</id><published>2011-11-29T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T15:07:42.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Cats</title><content type='html'>We can be proud of how we were on the alert today, and did not let Her buy a single thing.   When She looked like She was interested in a bargain, I would lie down on the letters and make the picture go away.  Oh, sure - She got a little annoyed, but in the end, I won the don't-buy-anything wars.  She got another pile of catalogs today, but It is too much trouble to go to the computer and  get on and buy stuff.  She had a rough moment there, when She got a catalog full of stuff LW'sMom would like, but I convinced Her to just give LW'sM the catalog. That's where She is right now - looking at catalogs.  But then She will get busy and forget about buying stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, He is busy getting airplane models for His airport project. The club that He goes to about the models is working on putting airplane models in the two airports. It is a good idea, and She  is glad He is having fun about it.  He is also working on getting a DVD made  about what people mean when they talk about god. He thinks people should understand each other and what they think about. I try to keep out of it, because I believe in cats.  She hopes everyone will like His idea.&lt;br /&gt;I hear Her in the kitchen now so I will go and see what is on the dinner plans. I know it isn't fish, but it will be OK. TTYL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-8776367141067127474?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/8776367141067127474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/proud-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/8776367141067127474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/8776367141067127474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/proud-cats.html' title='Proud Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-5760854390845413938</id><published>2011-11-28T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T14:13:26.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money Diet Cats</title><content type='html'>You would not believe the messages She got today that said She could get a bargain if She bought stuff and put in a secret code. She was very tempted, but managed to stay strong, and avoid almost all of the deals. I am sure that if I hadn't come up here while She was looking, She would have bought more. The trouble is, She really needs to go on a money diet. She has spent too much money, even though She gets only small gifts for people. Just look at this, Cofs, She says. This would be perfect for Mazie, or LW, or LW'sSibs. This would make my OperaGirl laugh, She says, and then I really have to lie down on the keyboard, or there will not be enough money left for kibbles! That is silly, Cofs, She says, but I don't want to risk it. It worries Her that if people knew how good She is at finding bargains, they would think She or He doesn't love them as much.  I have made it clear that She must return to Her careful ways with money or I will have to pee on these letters, so She can't type any more.  Kasey says she will volunteer to do that. All I have to do is say the word.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think the message got across, since She has left the computer bargains behind and went to watch a story about a mean lady who fixes people's beauty shops. That is safe, because She doesn't have any beauty shops to fix.&lt;br /&gt;I think we will have the rest of the Thanksgiving turkey tonight. That is fine with me. Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-5760854390845413938?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/5760854390845413938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/money-diet-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/5760854390845413938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/5760854390845413938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/money-diet-cats.html' title='Money Diet Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-1430555459202016670</id><published>2011-11-27T14:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T14:33:51.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do-Nothing Cats</title><content type='html'>Every so often there is a day when we don't do anything. Oh, of course we read the paper, and share fingers-full of butter. And He and She check their messages and share musings with their friends and grandkids, but there is no work kinds of things. They just stayed in and chuckled about not having to go out in the cold.&amp;nbsp; It is pretty cold, for around here, at least, and She put on a jacket over her dress, but the cold weather is the most exciting thing going on today around here. She just listens to Her Italian Boys, and Her MusicGuy's records. She loves days like this.&amp;nbsp; I don't mind once in awhile, but I can write a better story when&amp;nbsp; something is going on. I am kind of tired of talking about Her eyes, for example. The excitement is almost over. She can get those little glasses for reading, and for our computer, and She won't need expensive glasses like She used to wear. Ho Hum. I guess this is what happens to people who have their shopping all done for presents.&amp;nbsp; Now we have to just sit and wait. It is a lucky thing that there are Crones to see, and LW'sMom to get finished with her school, or I would have absolutely nothing to say. Well, chow for now, bellas. And a shout out to my new cousin, Scruffy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-1430555459202016670?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/1430555459202016670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/do-nothing-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/1430555459202016670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/1430555459202016670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/do-nothing-cats.html' title='Do-Nothing Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-9140800329753352604</id><published>2011-11-26T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T13:31:27.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Widget Cats</title><content type='html'>She has this thing called a widget, and it shows a big black d-o-g who walks around all over Her computer. This guy digs a hole to bury a bone. He goes and gets his dish and begs for food. He brings Her a pair of slippers. He takes a nap. Of course She thinks this is so very cute. Well, Kasey and I think it is not al all necessary. We are much cuter than this d-o-g, and we take much nicer naps. What She tells us is don't be jealous. This is just a picture of a cute d-o-g, not a real one. You kitties have nothing to be jealous about.  Jealous is a wasted feeling. Just because We think someone else is cute, it doesn't mean we care any less about you. I hope cats can understand that better than people.  Kasey and I talked about that and decided She has a good point. &lt;br /&gt;They are in a snit today because they got a bunch of wrong mail.  They believe that means someone else is getting OUR mail, and that can cause us trouble. He called the mail people to complain about it, and they said they have filed a complaint. Oh, great. That will help us get the water bill on time! (NOT).  He put the other people's mail back in the mailbox and crossed His fingers.&lt;br /&gt;There is still food left over from dinner at Cleo'sHouse. All of us are thankful about THAT! Cheerio to you and the big d-o-g.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-9140800329753352604?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/9140800329753352604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/widget-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/9140800329753352604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/9140800329753352604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/widget-cats.html' title='Widget Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-1796246101110007583</id><published>2011-11-25T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T13:49:14.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday Cats</title><content type='html'>When They came home from Cleo'sHouse, He and She were like a pair of sausages. They were stuffed and groaning. They sat down to watch TV, and in a few minutes He was asleep. He woke up to decide to put on a Netflix, and went back to sleep again. She says turkey is made out of stuff that makes you sleepy.  I will have a chance to find out tonight, when She fixes leftovers.&lt;br /&gt;This day is called black Friday, because it is supposed to make a lot of money for the stores. He and She usually plan to stay home on this kind of day, because of all the crowds. Today, though, She had to go to get another eye check-up. The doc says everything looks just fine and that She only has to go back one more time. On the way home They stopped to get something to eat and brought it home. After lunch, He went right back to bed. I guess turkey makes you sleepy for a lot of days.&lt;br /&gt;He is going to watch the stories He slept through when He wakes up.&lt;br /&gt; He got a pie for yesterday's dinner that was  special because it didn't have sugar. Cleo'sMom wanted apple, and so did He. That's what He ordered. That's what was written on the package. The pie was beautiful. When C'sM cut it, it was cherries inside.  After everyone laughed, He said He would tell the people that sold Him the pie, and maybe get His money back.&lt;br /&gt;We shall see how that goes. For now, though, I have to chase my sister Kasey. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-1796246101110007583?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/1796246101110007583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/black-friday-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/1796246101110007583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/1796246101110007583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/black-friday-cats.html' title='Black Friday Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-2975227449101357652</id><published>2011-11-23T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T14:15:28.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful Cats</title><content type='html'>We spent some time getting ready for tomorrow, which is a day when people talk about what they are thankful for, and then eat great big dinners.  Kasey and I intend to do that as well, but we will do it here at home. They are going to Cleo'sFamily's house, which is full of people who are good cooks. He and She are bringing some things to add, but She didn't cook them. I have a special skill, She told me. I can order stuff on the computer, and I don't even have to put on an apron.  That is funny, but it makes Him kind of sad. She used to be the best cook anyone knew, because Her Grandma was a cook, and taught Her. Now, She hardly cooks at all, but I like what She fixes. He says He does, too, but He puts ketchup on everything, so She says how can He tell?&lt;br /&gt;He went to get His foot looked at, and the doc says it is coming along fine. He has to get some special shoes to wear, and He doesn't like them. If it saves His toes, and lets Him walk, how bad can it be?&lt;br /&gt;One of Her friends rescued a little kitty that someone tossed off a second-story window. Her friend nursed to kitty back to health, and now she is a happy little kitten with a loving family. How could someone throw a cat out of a window? We are thankful for people who rescue little kitties. We have a lot to be grateful about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-2975227449101357652?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/2975227449101357652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/grateful-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/2975227449101357652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/2975227449101357652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/grateful-cats.html' title='Grateful Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-1851133681075214909</id><published>2011-11-22T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T14:02:48.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats on Duty</title><content type='html'>There was no Thinking People group today, but They made good use of the time and worked on getting presents sorted out and ready to go into the mail.  You would think that getting things all together would make Her room look neater, but it doesn't. It is just different kinds of piles of things, so Kasey and I have to continue cheering Them up.  He and She are glad that they at least have the shopping done.  I want Her to stop looking at catalogs, because She must not second-guess her choices for all the bags of loot, er, I mean gifts.&lt;br /&gt;Every year He and She send Texas ice cream to Her brother, who is Abby'sDad.  She got a nice message that it got there today, and Abby'sDad was home to get it before it melts.  She sent a bunch of different kinds.  Every year it costs more money, though, and this may be the end of the ice cream delivery.  She will have a whole year to think about that.&lt;br /&gt;This is starting to get me jumpy. She has fixed Her computer so that there is a big black dog living there. He mostly sleeps, but he does a bunch of other stuff as well, and He makes me jump when I am writing my story.  I don't know how to get rid of him, but I will encourage Her to do that next time She comes in here.  For now, though, I have to go give Her snuggles. A cat's work is never done. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-1851133681075214909?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/1851133681075214909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/cats-on-duty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/1851133681075214909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/1851133681075214909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/cats-on-duty.html' title='Cats on Duty'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-8946213497602415163</id><published>2011-11-21T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T15:13:26.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Cats</title><content type='html'>Kasey and I are very happy cats because of the news She told us. One of our favorite friends is Hana'sGran, and one of the best things that anyone can be is a Grandmother. You can see why the news that Hana'sGran is going to be a Grandma again has us all dancing with happy feet! This is the third grandbaby for H'sG, and the baby will be born right when They are going on Their boat ride. Since Hana lives halfway around the world from us, She is glad Hana'sGran has those special socks that help you be comfy on the airplane. Hana and her big brother will be so glad that their Gran will be there to help when the new baby comes. They love their Gran. It makes Her so chuffed that She has tingles! Now, if only Hana's family will move back here to our world..............&lt;br /&gt;It is still nice to be able to see, so that She will see the  boat ride places and the new baby with clear eyes. What She says is that you don't need angels to have miracles.&lt;br /&gt;On top of all that happy stuff, it is getting close to when LW'sMom gets her paper that says she is through with school and can stop writing long papers about churchy stuff.  It is only a few more days, now. She thinks it is 17.  Her heart is so full of happiness that She needs some of that chocolate-spicy stuff that She puts in Her coffee. I hear Her making that right now. I must go and give Her an extra snuggle. Chow, bellas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-8946213497602415163?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/8946213497602415163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/dancing-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/8946213497602415163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/8946213497602415163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/dancing-cats.html' title='Dancing Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-8851025410425101743</id><published>2011-11-20T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T14:16:57.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad News Cats</title><content type='html'>There is a lot of news going around about the people who are trying to make the country see about a problem. There are a lot of rich guys who should be helping the poor people get a little more and the most of people stay comfortable. The police are trying to make them go home and stop taking up space in all the parks and things. Now the police have sprayed some guys with a stinging spray, and all the guys were doing is just sitting there.  They are not being rowdy, like when She was younger and the kids were against the war. These kids are against having all the money belong to just a few people. When the topic is money, She is paying attention, and She doesn't see anything wrong with kids just sitting there. So when the police sprayed them, She was very sad.&lt;br /&gt;It did cheer Her up when some friends came over to buy His tent. These are people who live quite near, and they like to go where you sleep in tents. She says She would rather stay up all night than sleep in a tent. She is sort of like Kasey and me that way.  So these nice people have the tent, and She can sleep where She is nice and comfy.&lt;br /&gt;He has gone to a meeting about model airplanes, and She is finally working some puzzles. At last She has glasses that let Her see more closely.  In another few weeks She will be all fixed up with Her seeing. That will be a happy time. So long for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-8851025410425101743?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/8851025410425101743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/sad-news-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/8851025410425101743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/8851025410425101743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/sad-news-cats.html' title='Sad News Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-5424938434421503422</id><published>2011-11-18T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T14:38:05.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Modern Cats</title><content type='html'>You know about us and how we drink water out of a silver bowl on the table. Well, a new, modern invention has taken over and now there is a big, fancy machine where the silver bowl used to be. He saw a picture in a magazine, about a kind of machine for filling a water bowl automatically. It looks like a great big jar upside down over a bowl, and water comes out of it when the water gets used up by adorable cats. (ahem).  The only problem is, we don't like it, and haven't had a drink out of it yet. Oh, sure, I have another bowl of water by my kibbles, so I won't dry all up, but I wonder why He has to change something that already works.&lt;br /&gt;She has been glad to have those temporary glasses that make Her see Her catalogs and Her computer. I am especially glad to see Her smiling a lot.  She thinks She will have to get a bunch of those glasses so there are some wherever She is, because She knows She won't be able to keep up with all the places She might just need to see something. Do you know what HD is? She says the whole world looks like it's in HD. I guess that means everything is sharp and clear.&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it is almost time to send packages to Their friends for Christmas? She has a bunch ready to go, and He brought home some new labels for telling where to send them.  I wonder if She has something for Kasey and me.  Well, I'll soon find out - in just about a few more weeks. As for right now, I am ready for some terrific fish for our dinner. g'day, mates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-5424938434421503422?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/5424938434421503422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/modern-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/5424938434421503422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/5424938434421503422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/modern-cats.html' title='Modern Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-515366927967724795</id><published>2011-11-17T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T15:25:04.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cats are Back</title><content type='html'>Yes, here we are again, dear readers, because She has finally turned the computer back on. Here's what happened. Yesterday, She went to get Her second eye fixed, and She was kind of bummed. She knew this would take a long time, and She was anxious to see. She could not have any co9ffee-the-drink, and nothing to eat before the operation. You know She loves those things. Well, yada yada yada, and everything was fine.  He and She finally got to have something to eat and drink, and She brought half of it home. It was in a white box, and smelled like bacon, but I will know after awhile, because it is going to be our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Today, the doc took the bandage off and everything was OK. Whew. She could see with both eyes just the same, and all She needed was an extra little set of glasses so She could see up close. Now, when She gets back to the doc, She will get the real numbers for glasses to see near and a little bit far. The new ones will work until then.&lt;br /&gt;Kasey and I are so very glad things are going to get back to normal around here, and more attention will be paid to cats. For instance, He got a package today that had a bowl and jar for making sure your furry friends (ahem) have plenty of water. Kasey and I love our water.  And our kibbles. That reminds me, I'd kind of like some of those right now. TTYL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-515366927967724795?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/515366927967724795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/cats-are-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/515366927967724795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/515366927967724795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/cats-are-back.html' title='The Cats are Back'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-8757755660115624424</id><published>2011-11-15T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T14:12:36.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuzzy Cats</title><content type='html'>The thing that is fuzzy is Her eyes. She has that operation tomorrow, and She had to put the drops in again. Now She puts drops in both eyes. The drops turn Her bad eye fuzzy. Her good eye can't see up close at all, so typing and reading have to be left to cats who take care of Her. I am warning you now, She probably won't even turn Her computer on tomorrow, because Her operated eye will be covered, just like the other one was last time.  If you don't hear from me, it will be because I can't turn on the computer by myself. Someday I will have to learn how to do that.&lt;br /&gt;There was rumbling noise and rain today, but I didn't go into the closet. I was too busy cheering Her up. She is anxious for the doc to fix Her eyes, but a little bothered. For example, She can't eat anything after Daily Show tonight, and Her operation is not til after lunchtime. No coffee-the-drink, either. I am guessing that Coffee-the-Cat will have my  work cut out for me. Very high on Her to-do list is going to be get new glasses so She can read and compute. The doc told Her She would get a paper about what kind to buy.&lt;br /&gt;How lucky we are that in a few weeks the eye business will all be over and the world will look bright to Her again.  I need to go help Her with dinner, since things are looking fuzzy to Her. I think I sniffle chicken. Cheery-bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-8757755660115624424?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/8757755660115624424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/fuzzy-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/8757755660115624424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/8757755660115624424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/fuzzy-cats.html' title='Fuzzy Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-4331535095479167496</id><published>2011-11-14T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:59:04.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of  Touch Cats</title><content type='html'>Oh, my - He started the day very angry and upset. You see, the phones didn't work. The computers didn't work. The TV didn't work. The company that sends the connection to us had a big problem - and it was even bigger when He finally got in touch.  Luckily, He got His new cell phone to work, and found out the system was down. I'm glad I wasn't the cat who had to calm Him down. I think He scared the company, because they told Him they would give Him six months of a special channel. He was still kind of mad when He went to the first dentist. They told Him what to do about His sore tongue. Then He went to the regular dentist, and they told Him the first guy wasn't right. Do you see how this is piling up? I have never seen Him so mad.  She told Him that His calm down medicine wasn't working.  There were two big bills in the mail, but She said She would take care of it, and we began to count our blessings. By the middle of the afternoon, the phone, computers and TV were fixed. Then the good news started. The bill for His mother got cancelled, The bill for Her co-pay got cancelled, A guy wants to help with His airplane project, and She got a check for $20.00. All is good again and we are not living in the olden days, like we were this morning. I am knackered by all the hubbub, and need a really peaceful nap. Nighty night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-4331535095479167496?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/4331535095479167496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/out-of-touch-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/4331535095479167496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/4331535095479167496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/out-of-touch-cats.html' title='Out of  Touch Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-1165608355595721430</id><published>2011-11-13T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T14:20:24.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet Cats</title><content type='html'>One thing Kasey and I really like is quiet. We don't mind the TV or listening to Her Italian boys, but weather noises and surprise noises bother both of us. If you know Her, you will not believe that She is quieter than He is. Just when I get comfy, He will sneeze or cough or bang something, and I have to get very alert.  I don't what She would do without me warning Her of some noisy event. Don't let Kasey tell you that loud noise doesn't bother her. She is small, and not as easy to see, but I have seen her jump when there was something noisy. Oh, I love Him anyway. She says one day I will get over being bothered by noise. I hope She is right.&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember my d-o-g cousin DeeDee? Well her Mom came over today to help Them with clearing out. DeeDee'sMom is one of Their favorites. I know that They love the whole family  There is a darling girl who is the same age as Mazie and LW's biggest sister. There is a bigger sister who lives where She used to live. That girl is smart and funny and takes great pictures. The other is a brother who goes to school  at a place kind of far and kind of close. That guy knows a lot of famous people and works at music-playing. She keeps track of all of them.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what She expects to fix for dinner, but I hope He eats left-over spaghetti - and is willing to share.  I have had a busy day. I think I'll have a little nap before dinner. Ah-dyoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-1165608355595721430?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/1165608355595721430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/quiet-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/1165608355595721430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/1165608355595721430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/quiet-cats.html' title='Quiet Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-105107760801082073</id><published>2011-11-12T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T13:59:42.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel Hair Cats</title><content type='html'>Angel Hair is a kind of spaghetti, but it is also what you could call my hair. You see, every day I get a nice brushing. I jump up when She is on the computer and She stops and brushes me. The brush has very stiff bristles, which I like to use to comb my face. I rub both sides of my face and my chin on it while She holds it steady. That is the part I do myself. Then She brushes my back and sides, and sometimes my belly, when I feel like holding still for that.&lt;br /&gt;It may be in my honor that She is fixing angel hair spaghetti for our dinner. She won't do that for awhile, because it is still kind of early on the changed clocks. He and She look at the clocks to see what time it is, and I depend on the clock inside my head, which says it is an hour later. Oh, never mind. I have to wait for Her, whatever time it is.&lt;br /&gt;She is not so nervous about the next operation on Her other eye, because She knows what to expect All She has to do then is wait for Her two eyes to match up, and get Her new glasses so She can see the computer. I am happy to report that Kasey and I have excellent eyes. Kasey's are green and mine are amber.  That's the same color as a tiger has. Grrr. Are you scared? I didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;I am shouting out to my beloved cousins. Everyone here loves you. Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-105107760801082073?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/105107760801082073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/angel-hair-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/105107760801082073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/105107760801082073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/angel-hair-cats.html' title='Angel Hair Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-5844838227971696304</id><published>2011-11-11T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T15:13:07.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Autograph Cats</title><content type='html'>There weren't any appointments today, so She thought we would all just kind of be cozy in the cold weather. Everything was going smoothly for Her. On the other paw, He was all business. There were a lot of phone calls - then He went to get license plates for His new car.  Next, He decided They should go and get all those papers signed that tell what to do if they get sick and die. Here's what I told Her. Get them signed and forget about getting sick and dying. She agreed with that.  Off They went. They found out they needed two people to say they really signed the papers.He got two nice ladies to help with that. When everything got under way, They found out the papers needed two signers for more pages. They found two more people to watch them sign those, then fill out more papers. It took forever. I thought They were never coming back home. Well, the papers are signed. Now They need to make copies and hide those papers. They both wrote Their names so many times, She said She knows how a movie star feels.&lt;br /&gt;It is good that the signing is all done, and that everyone was very nice and didn't take any money when They offered to pay them, but it made Her so knackered that She decided not to fix fish tonight. Drat.  Well, She will be ready for some good snuggles, I am sure. Nighty-night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-5844838227971696304?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/5844838227971696304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/autograph-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/5844838227971696304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/5844838227971696304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/autograph-cats.html' title='Autograph Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-105950261171787419</id><published>2011-11-10T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T15:48:30.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor Cats</title><content type='html'>Of course, I have been taking care of her ever since I came here, but today She went to see another doc - the one that fixed Her eye. She got all the info for the one next week. The doc is going to fix the other eye.  That should stop all her bumbling around. If She closes Her good eye, everything looks grey and kind of dingy. When She closes that eye and opens the good one, everything looks bright and clean. She says WOW a lot these days. He has to drive Her to all these places, and the times are good, except for the one that's the day after the operation.  That day They have to be there so early that She says They should go and sleep in the car park.  That would make me very upset.&lt;br /&gt;Between that and Her sore knee, She is pretty pathetic. She had to put some cream on it that makes it very cold.  She says it helps, but She still hobbles. Well, here is the good news about that: She is fixing pizza for our dinner - because it's easy.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow should be better. I'll let you know. buh-bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-105950261171787419?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/105950261171787419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/doctor-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/105950261171787419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/105950261171787419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/doctor-cats.html' title='Doctor Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-5584094100386380654</id><published>2011-11-09T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T15:20:44.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats and Crones</title><content type='html'>Today was the day that Crones have their lunch and She was so excited that Cleo'sMom could drive Her to the lunch place.  She didn't want to miss this favorite thing, but you know She can't drive with two different eyes. It was wonderful to see Cleo'sMom and Sabra'sMom and Smudge'sMom. They had travels and adventures to talk over and Smudge'sMom showed them a project she is working on. These ladies are so helpful to Her that She is just overwhelmed with love for them.  That is besides the gazillion choices of things to eat.&lt;br /&gt;There was a close call this morning, though.  Somehow, She twisted Her knee, and it really hurt.  She started to fall down, but She was close enough to a chair so She fell into that. Whew. It scared me. I was under the me-table and saw the whole thing. She has been so not-falling lately that it put Her in a fix. She took some medicine, and pretty soon She was cheered up for Crones.&lt;br /&gt;When She goes to Crones, She doesn't usually fix a very big dinner. This is a good night for some easy dinner out of the freezer. She was sad the other day, because She used to be a good cook, almost as good as LW'sMom, and now Her main skills are turning on the stove or microwave. I think the best thing She fixes is fish. She sees the doc tomorrow, so I can tell you what is happening after that. chow for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-5584094100386380654?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/5584094100386380654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/cats-and-crones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/5584094100386380654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/5584094100386380654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/cats-and-crones.html' title='Cats and Crones'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-6908950653812991901</id><published>2011-11-08T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T15:01:12.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Actual Rain Cats</title><content type='html'>It was a nice day until I satarted hearing rumbling noise. She says we need the rain, but does it have to make so much noise whie it is at it? I was almost ready to jump up and have a snuggle when the noise came, and we all knw what that means: I have to go and check out the closet.  It is dark and quiet in there, and I can make sure nothing happens to all His and Her clothes. She was glad to see actual rain, and the noise doesn't seem to bother Her, because we are all desperate for actual rain. It seemed to rain very hard, so He couldn't go get the mail until it stopped. The TV will tell us this evening if it helped our dry situation.&lt;br /&gt;He is going to a meeting tonight about the people who build model planes and things.  He was very good at it, and has an idea He wants to give them. It is about model planes at the big airport. She says it is a good idea, and She hopes the model builders like it.&lt;br /&gt;He went to the store this morning, before the rain, and brought home a lot of noodles. She just shakes Her head and tries to distract Him with fish and chicken and vegetables.  Now that He is eating meat again - if only a little - She thought it would be easy to keep Him on track so He stays healthy, but He is a grown-up, so there's just so much She can do. I vote for more fish.  Tune in tomorrow to see what is on the menu. Toodle Pip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-6908950653812991901?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/6908950653812991901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/actual-rain-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/6908950653812991901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/6908950653812991901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/actual-rain-cats.html' title='Actual Rain Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-218507125194326813</id><published>2011-11-07T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T14:37:39.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitor Cats</title><content type='html'>The visitors were Her nephew from far away by the ocean and his friend from right here where we live. She is chuffed to know that if the young man comes to visit his lovely friend, he will stop by to visit Him and Her. When this guy was here last time, he didn't come to our house. This time, because of Her eye and short notice, they came here and had some root beer. She loves root beer, so it is a good feeling to share it.  They weren't here very long, but She was so glad to see them and give them hugs.&lt;br /&gt;It was a surprise to Him and Her that Kasey and I didn't go and hide from the visitors. Kasey actually sniffled them and accepted a pet. I checked them out and went back to sleep. After all, She says they are family.&lt;br /&gt;He spent a lot of time on the phone today, and found out that there will be some money from His mother's insurance. He said they can put that toward Their boat ride.  He is very excited about that boat ride and is planning every bit of it Himself. She is just as glad, since He can have exactly what He wants, and that is what He deserves. No one mentions Their poor cats.  Oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;She is also smiling about the news that LW had a good visit with her doc. The doc says not to worry, but he will watch to see that nothing is wrong with LW. We are all focusing love on her and we know the little sweetie will be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;She is fixing some meat and noodles for Their dinner. She didn't think He was supposed to eat noodles, but that is what He asked for.  What She will be fixing is tempting for cats as well. I will go and make sure that She has enough for all of us. Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-218507125194326813?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/218507125194326813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/visitor-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/218507125194326813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/218507125194326813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/visitor-cats.html' title='Visitor Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-7666840690932517188</id><published>2011-11-06T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T14:21:55.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soft Paw Cats</title><content type='html'>Kasey and I have been thinking of ways to keep Her cheered up so She doesn't get mad at not being able to see right. Lately, we have found that attacking Her toes as if they were separate creatures makes us all laugh. Since we do not have claws on our front paws, there is no danger of Her getting a scratch. That would not be so much fun.  Another thing Kasey has been doing is coming for butter when She gives it to me. Kasey would never take it off Her finger like I do, but she sniffles it and She puts some on a plastic lid and drops it for Kasey to lick. When She is cheered up by stuff like that, She forgets that She has to work so hard to see things up close. TV is easier, because She can concentrate on Her good eye.&lt;br /&gt;She still listens to Her Italian boys, because She can close Her eyes to do that. There are pictures of them all over the computer, because they sang their songs in some cities here in this country, and lots of people got pictures with them. She enjoys that.&lt;br /&gt;He was going to a place to look at airplanes today, but decided to stay home and do some work on His project of fixing everything that He has let go for awhile. She told me She was so happy to have him back. I think I know what that means.&lt;br /&gt;They changed the clocks last night, and now it feels closer to dinner than the clock says. I will never understand humans.  Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-7666840690932517188?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/7666840690932517188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/soft-paw-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/7666840690932517188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/7666840690932517188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/soft-paw-cats.html' title='Soft Paw Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-513882629002154995</id><published>2011-11-05T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T14:54:53.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guide Cats</title><content type='html'>I think She wants to pretend that She can see just fine. Luckily for Her, I am here to see that She gets where She is going and doesn't fall down. You know She is good at that. Mostly, I get Her to Her chair and get on Her tummy.  That way, She can't go anyplace. When I have to get up to check some loud noise or something, She gets up and gets on this computer.   We all know that bothers Her seeing, and gives Her a headache. He helps me by sitting there and talking to Her, and getting Her interested in His projects. She says She had almost forgotten how He used to be interested in things.&lt;br /&gt;One thing that She is doing is checking Her money accounts. She wants to quit using Her bank, because they are wankers - I'm just telling you what She said.  She is having a problem with Her automatic stuff.  She doesn't want to lose that money, for goodness sake! but how will they know where to send it if She changes banks.l  I don't know, but She will figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;She is going to fix meat for supper. Here;s why. He took some meat out of the freezer, and instead of putting the rest of it back, he put it in the regular refrigerator and She has to use it before it spoils. Do you know what's funny? Sometimes She calls the refrigerator an icebox. I have to laugh at that. Bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-513882629002154995?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/513882629002154995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/guide-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/513882629002154995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/513882629002154995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/guide-cats.html' title='Guide Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-3298752029883903776</id><published>2011-11-04T14:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T15:09:29.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escaped Cats</title><content type='html'>Here's what happened: His new car is small enough to fit in the garage now, but first He had to clear away some stuff that He put there when His other cars couldn't fit. This explains why He was out in the garage with the doors open. My sister, Kasey, was in the house, and saw the door to the laundry room was open. When she went out to look around, she saw the door to the garage was open. Once she was in the garage, she saw the door to the outside was open, and - well - you can guess the rest. After one day of being locked in a closet, Kasey found herself free. He spotted her rolling around on the driveway, like our cousin Katy does. Here's the part that astonishes me - when He called her, she just came back in. I was surprised. Were you surprised?&lt;br /&gt;She is trying to do things with two different-seeing eyes. It is hardest on the computer, when She has to keep the good eye closed. She looks through the middle of Her glasses with the bad eye, and can barely see.  She is so curious, though, about all Her friends that She has to try. At least for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;He made Their plane reservations for their trip on the boat.He is so very happy about that trip that I can't make Him see how worried Kasey and I are. She says Mazie's biggest brother will come and stay with us. That is some relief. We like him and he likes us. so all will be as well as we can expect.  I'll try not to think about it until closer to the time. Lalala tra la. Oddy-ose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-3298752029883903776?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/3298752029883903776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/3298752029883903776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/3298752029883903776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='Escaped Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-6993663480665304858</id><published>2011-11-03T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T15:58:37.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Can See</title><content type='html'>Yesterday He and She went to  the doc and got one of Her eyes fixed. You know about that. Well it all went well, except that He got mad because they didn't call Him to sit with Her, like they said they would, and He was afraid something was wrong.  When He saw Her, She had a big patch over Her eye and was kind of sleepy.  When They got home, They wet to report that everything was fine and both of Their computers were broken. He was already mad from earlier, and now He had trouble with the computer people. Even Kasey was scared, so she went into the closet in His office and He didn't see her and closed the door.  We all went looking for Kasey and finally He found her. Of course, I can't write my story on a broken computer, so here are two days in one.&lt;br /&gt;Today She got up very early and went to the doc to get the big bandage off. She was afraid to open Her eye, but they told Her She had to, and She was amazed. She could see everything without any glasses at all. She was so chuffed. But that was just one eye. Now She has to wait to get the other one to match. Having two different kinds of eyes makes Her a little dizzy, but She says it's worth it. I gave Her a dozen snuggles to tell Her how happy I am about it.  I'll report more tomorrow, if the computer is still not broken. Chow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-6993663480665304858?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/6993663480665304858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/she-can-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/6993663480665304858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/6993663480665304858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/she-can-see.html' title='She Can See'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-5007630483230111740</id><published>2011-11-01T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T14:51:56.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyedrop Cats</title><content type='html'>The important thing today is Her eyedrops. She has very important directions for putting drops in four times today. She has already done two, and Her operation eye has a big black middle, while the other eye's middle is very small.  She seems to be wondering if this is a practice for the time between eye-fixings, when the two sides are different.  She is not going crazy with it, but I can tell She notices things differently. She keeps closing one eye while She looks at things.&lt;br /&gt;Of all days, She got nineteen catalogs in the mail today. I wonder why She gives money to people who want to save trees and then gets nineteen catalogs on one day. She tried to look at some of them, but between Her different eyes and Her already good supply of presents, these catalogs are not a good use of trees. At least that's what He and She said.&lt;br /&gt;The TV showed a big bunch of snow where Her OperaGirl lives. Also where Her cousin lives, as well. She really does not like snow. Do you remember how hot it was here where we live? It just got cool a few days ago. When She saw all those pictures of snow, She said She was sorry She whined about the weather. At least it wasn't snow.&lt;br /&gt;He and She have been very lonesome for LW'sMom and Smudge'sMom. LW's Mom is almost through with her school. Forty days and forty nights, She told me.  As far as He and She are concerned, LW'sMom is already good at her job. I guess you have to have a paper to make the job official, like She had to have for Her job long ago. I'll keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-5007630483230111740?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/5007630483230111740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/eyedrop-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/5007630483230111740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/5007630483230111740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/11/eyedrop-cats.html' title='Eyedrop Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-1678504324430686478</id><published>2011-10-31T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T14:43:49.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Cats</title><content type='html'>I guess She is remembering how He used to be when His life was full of projects. Today He brought everything down from Their attic and is now sorting it out. Of course the house is full of stuff and it is hard to move around. She says it reminds Her of the olden days.  There is too much stuff everywhere and He is getting kind of stressed. Still, She says, it is better than when He was like a zombie. Since Zombies are kind of famous right now, I'm not sure why She is glad, but He is more like a busy bee than a zombie.&lt;br /&gt;She just stays out of the way. She has been drinking delicious coffee, with the stuff in it that Hana'sGran brought. It makes the coffee taste like chocolate and cinnamon. I have spent four dollars for coffee that tastes like that, and now I can have it whenever I want, She says. H'sG also brought some good kind of cookies. She is being careful to eat one every day instead of all at once.&lt;br /&gt;They have warned Kasey and me that there will be some scary creatures at the door tonight, and maybe we had better go hide out She has a big bowl of candy to give them when they say trick or treat.  I wonder what the scary guys would do if She didn't give them candy. She says She is not interested in finding that out. Things should go more smoothly tomorrow, when She has to put the drops in Her eyes. However much He gets done, He has to take Her for the eye thing after tomorrow.  It will be a busy night, full of scary things, so I'm going to scamper for now. Happy Scary Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-1678504324430686478?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/1678504324430686478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/10/project-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/1678504324430686478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/1678504324430686478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/10/project-cats.html' title='Project Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-3524327741202868964</id><published>2011-10-30T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T13:47:20.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Brunch Cats</title><content type='html'>Awhile ago, She used to go on a brunch-crawl with Mabel'sMom, and today She went on one with Him. They went to a place where they had a paper for part of the money off, and had a nice time. She said it was a feast fit for a king, or a guy who got a new car She can ride in. Can you guess whether She brought some home? If you could hear me purring, you could guess. Since it is a day with perfect weather, She actually did a bit of walking and didn't fall down once!He wants Her to be used to walking by the time they go on that boat ride.  He says He wants to go on more brunch-crawls with her when She gets more of those papers.&lt;br /&gt;Since Her heart was already happy, She was even happier still when Her beloved Hana'sGran decided to come over for awhile. H'G has been on Her mind every day, because she had a lot of germs and felt sick. Now she is better, and Can enjoy the catalog with good ideas for Hana and her brother. What a joy these people are to Her and me. Kasey doesn't care.&lt;br /&gt;Another catalog had a book She had to send to one of Her friends. This person has a very clever little girl who is always saying cute things. One of Her catalogs had a book where you could write down these things to remember all your life.  That's what happens with these catalogs. She sees just the right thing and has to get it.  That's what She does with the money She saves being fussy about it. She even got something for Kasey and me, but it didn't come yet, so I will be surprised. Kasey won't care.  Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-3524327741202868964?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/3524327741202868964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/10/sunday-brunch-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/3524327741202868964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/3524327741202868964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/10/sunday-brunch-cats.html' title='Sunday Brunch Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-9216075223124050749</id><published>2011-10-28T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T14:53:40.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Cats</title><content type='html'>When we woke up this morning, it was really cold. It also Made Him kind of cold when He went out without His shirt to feed the birds and bring in the paper. She gets tired of Him not wearing a shirt, but He says He's hot-blooded.  She says sheesh, whatever that means, and She hopes the Homeowners' Association doesn't tell Him He's bringing down property values. It is good to hear them joke with each other like that. You see, She doesn't care what He wears, and He doesn't mind putting on a shirt if She nags at Him. &lt;br /&gt;He didn't sign up for anything new today, and She just went to the store.  She didn't really feel like going, but She said if She waits until Monday, all the good stuff will be gone. I asked Her how that could happen, but She said Maybe it just feels that way because most of the shopping is on Saturdays. I'm glad Kasey and I don't have to go out to the store. She used to like to go, but now She hardly goes anywhere, and shopping is a big deal. She has everything we need for a long time. It saves Her trip to the store, and it saves money, She says. If you go shopping when you're hungry you always buy more. Anyway, we have plenty of good stuff to share with cats. (ahem).&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go get some snuggles right now.  They are good at any time, but especially when it's cool. Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-9216075223124050749?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/9216075223124050749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/10/cool-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/9216075223124050749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/9216075223124050749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/10/cool-cats.html' title='Cool Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-3571022344906966619</id><published>2011-10-27T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T15:04:45.862-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='He and She made a plan to go far away on a boat and be gone for a lot of days.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Without giving a thought to Their adorable cats'/><title type='text'>Hmmmmph Cats</title><content type='html'>Without giving a thought to Their adorable cats, He and She made some plans to take a trip very far away, so far that They have to take a boat. And They will be gone for a lot of days. No, They did not invite us to go along, and I don't mind telling you I am hurt and dismayed.  I don't know what we are going to do by ourselves all those days! I am telling you, if They don't get someone in here to take care of us, I may just move to Smudges house! In fact, if one of Mazie's brothers doesn't stay here with us.......well. I will plan something evil. Oh, andf in case you're interested, Kasey says that as long as she gets her food and water, she doesn't care where They go.&lt;br /&gt;She iis so particular about money that I asked Her if this kind of boat ride was a wise use of Their savings. She told me He had dreamed about a trip like this absolutely all His life, and He took such good care of His mother that He deserves a dream-come-true.  She said it would be polite for Kasey and me to be nice about it. Easy for Her to say. She isn't getting left behind. Relax, Cofs, She says to me. It won't happen for a lot of months - Way after Christmas. We have time to get used to it.  Well, at least that's something. Don't worry. I'll keep you all informed as the days go by. For now, though, I'm going to see what She is fixing for our dinner. (sigh) Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161871463155695009-3571022344906966619?l=cherscatz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/feeds/3571022344906966619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/10/hmmmmph-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/3571022344906966619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161871463155695009/posts/default/3571022344906966619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherscatz.blogspot.com/2011/10/hmmmmph-cats.html' title='Hmmmmph Cats'/><author><name>Coffee and Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03004239775429349742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161871463155695009.post-6486114359913180582</id><published>2011-10-26T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T14:51:12.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honda Cats</title><content type='html'>Honda is the kind of car He likes, and today He got His best one. When He had to buy a car for His mother, He got a great big car with every kind of thing on it. Bells and whistles is what She called it, but I did not hear anything. When His mother couldn't go out anymore, He got a smaller car, which I thought was not very pretty. It looked like a box.  Here is the worst thing about that car: She had lots of trouble getting into it, because it was very tall. Luckily, Hana'sGran gave Her a step to use, and that was better, but She really did not like that car.  Since He likes Her to feel happy, He went and found another car He could trade for the box car. She and I love this newest one. It is the color of cranberry juice, and it will fit into the garage. Those other big cars had to stay outside. Now, a year later, He finally has the right car. We are all chuffed, except for Kasey. Kasey doesn't care.&lt;br /&gt;So He wanted to go out for dinner and celebrate, but She can't go tonight, since it is Crones night.  Maybe tomorrow. And if They go, They will bring something home for Their beloved cats (ahem). At least She will.&lt;br /&gt;In one more week She will be getting one of Her eyes fixed, and She can't wait. Next week I will be a pirate, Cofs, She told me.  I think it was a joke,&lt;br /&gt;Kasey is just sitting there, waiting to be chased. Gotta run. 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