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Favorite Fuzzy Friend Friday

Today’s photos are brought to you via HB’s camera phone. I say this, because in just a second, you will see that the quality of the pics is not quite as nice (to be polite) as I prefer.

However, ho-hum photo quality and all, I can’t even find the words to tell you how happy I am when I see an email in my Inbox with the subject A Picture Share!

It is the Joy! of an unexpected gift. It is the Joy! of seeing a glimpse into HB’s life from waaaaaaaaaaaay across the country when I least expect it. It is the anticipation as I click that maybe it is a pic of the Girlie-Girl! And so often, it has been.

Here is, in chronological order, some of the pics he has sent me of the Girlie-Girl, my Favorite Fuzzy Friend.

First, I had expressed my worry to HB on the phone about how she was dealing with the interim living in the hotel after the long car ride. The first morning, she evidently meowed at him and looked at the chair and the sun coming in the window as if to command “Come here, lowly servant, and move this chair into the sun for me. I demand some vitamin E time.”

“Oh Thank you, you may leave now.”

When I got this one, I knew she was happy and content in the hotel.

Well, at least as long as it was sunny.

On the day the movers were due to arrive at our new house, HB checked out of the hotel and introduced the Girlie to the house.

Immediately, she was drawn to the sunny spot in the way downstairs family room.

And the upstairs living room.

That was, of course, before the movers actually arrived.

Because once they arrived, she had to go back in her New! cage – the one that is intended for dogs the size of Beagles.

Yeah, I don’t think I ever mentioned how at one of the toll booths on the long drive across the country, the toll taker looked in the back seat and asked HB “Is that a cat?”
HB confirmed that it was indeed our cat.
“Wow. That’s a BIG cat!”

HA! As if we weren’t reminded that she is a BEEEEEEEEEEG cat everytime she decides to jump up on us.

“Ooompf. I think I can’t breathe.”
Promptly followed by the gasping request “Lay down, Lay down.”
Followed by the “ooompf!” of relief as 20 lbs of cat is spread over a much larger area than just 4 paws.

But as I was saying, once the movers arrived, she had to go in her cage.

I call this one Unhappiness.

Otherwise known as “pissyness.”

As opposed to after the movers left when she was full of happiness.

As the days of unpacking progressed, there was the day I got the Picture Share! where she clearly was PO’d that HB hadn’t moved the end tables into their correct locations.

You know, Out Of the Way of the Sun, PLEASE.

Really, we just joke about it being her house and our being her servants. She really isn’t angry (well, not often, anyway, or for long) bossy or stuck-up, but it is fun to pretend.

I mean, how can you be stuck-up and dignified when you spend a large portion of your waking hours cleaning? And cleaning your butt of all things?

“Oh, no, no, I’m just cleaning my LEG. Don’t you humans understand? My LEG.”

There are a couple of details about this pic which are interesting (to me) and thus, you get to hear about them too, Lucky You!

1. This is The Green Chair. aka. HER chair.
When we know people are coming to visit, we spend forever vacuuming all of the hair off of it (normally we keep her fleecey blanket on it in an attempt to collect the majority of the hair – not that brown blanket – cause that one is mine – which I pointed out to HB during our very next phone call).
When the guests arrive, someone is bound to sit in The Green Chair, because well, we don’t have all that many places to sit. Eventually, the Girlie-girl will come over and stare at that person. If they have Jeans! on, she is likely to jump in their lap and start padding (um, with her claws out – sorry, that is why we don’t wear Jeans! in the house). If they are not, she might lay on top of them anyway.

“You may pet the dark areas only” she usually informs them. (although, we of course, warn everyone of this the minute they walk in the door)

But anyway, if the person gets up to go to the bathroom or get a drink or something, she’ll jump down to let them stand up. But believe you me, she will jump right back up and hog the whole dang chair the minute their back is turned. The person, of course, comes back and then says “Oh, I guess this is Her Chair, huh?”

“Um, yeah, sorry, here, I’ll just…. umpf … move her… umpf… off… of… the… chair”
*whew!*
*wipes brow at effort of de-ensconcing her from the chair*

Gee. that number 1. took a while, huh. Well, this is what happens when I’m feeling ‘chatty’ as many of you know.

2. Her Sock is next to her. wool. Given to me by my parents for my own feet. But I decided it was easier to give one pair of socks to her in order to save all of my other socks from her claws, than to have all of them with teeny little holes in them.

3. Her Cone is under the chair. This would be the red collar/cone she has to wear when she starts to dig at her eye. This deserves a whole story, just for its own, with pictures to document the pissyness. So, that one will have to wait.

4. This pic was taken the day that I asked HB where she’d been sleeping during the day. And he told me she didn’t really seem to have a place decided upon yet. And I exclaimed “You mean, she hasn’t been sleeping in Her Green Chair?!” To which, his sheepish response was “Well, I haven’t really set it up yet.”
So, that very day, being a good HB, he set up the chair, and the Girlie quickly ensconced herself for a much-needed (I can only imagine) grooming session.

Gotta keep those white parts white, you know.
Note to Ladybug: She still doesn’t fully appreciate the cleansing power of Oxy-Clean.

Here is the other one, taken the VERY DAY after I asked if she’d been getting up on her perch at all.
“No? Well, you DO have it set up, right?”
“Of course! In the bay window and everything.”
“odd.”
“yeah, I know.”

Her ears must’ve been burning.

The one I got this morning, makes me smile, because she Clearly is ready for her supper.
“Six O’Clock! I know it!” she is saying.

And sure enough, the time stamp on the email is 6:08 MN time.

Such a smart fuzzball.

Final note: This look is the only slightly pissy “I know you are wasting time taking my picture when I really just want to be FED. Would you just get my supper already?”

“Gee. What does it take to get good help around here?”