Roxy's Ramblings

Hi peoples! Well, it's Saturday, yay! The Mommy's happy 'bout that. And we're all happy to have Bugsy back home and feeling better.

So I was looking through my pictures, and realized how many different places there are to lay down and get comfy. Here are just a few I thought I'd share with you to make it a Silly Saturday!

The bathroom counter works well, I can snoopervise while The Mommy gets ready for that "work" place she always goes to during the week.


Here's an interesting spot, on a box between the bathroom cabinet and the bubbly tub. Why, you may ask, is there a box there? Good question! It's 'cuz we sneaky kitties figgered out how to pry off the front panels on the sides of the bubbly tub and crawl up into the guts underneath! Aren't we smart?! So The Mommy had to put something on each side to block us. Now if she was crafty, she'd at least cover the silly ol' boxes with pretty paper or something instead of just leaving 'em all brown. Silly Mommy.


Another good place is the dining room table, a nice spot to retreat to when everycat is outside and I get skeered from some loud noise. I can still see out through the open front door from here and keep an eye on The Mommy sitting there.


This rug is nice and soft, and is conveniently located near one of the boogie mats as well as one of the scratching stations.


The computer chair, when not otherwise occupied by The Mommy, is a very good place for a nap; it comes with a nice cushion against the back!


The fireplace mantel, while not an obvious first choice, is also a good location for taking a quick snooze. Not to mention I can get away from Pixie up here, so he doesn't bug me! It's also my perch of choice to greet The Mommy when she gets home from the "work" thingy.


Finally, the couch is always the perfect nappy location. It's also convenient for glaring at The Mommy when she's gotten out the flashy box thing one too many times... (you may need to bigify the picture to see the narrow peek of my evil eye glare that I'm giving her!)


How 'bout you cats? What kind of places do you like to get comfy?

I hope you all have a great weekend!

Bye peoples!

Roxy's Ramblings

Roxy's Wordless Wednesday...





(Well, maybe not so wordless. By "popular demand" (?), here's one of the blurry pics of Callie and her belly that didn't get posted yesterday...it's Double Shot Not Exactly Wordless Wednesday! -- The Mommy)

Roxy's Ramblings

Hi peoples! The mommy said I gets to go next since I'm next-to-youngest from Pixie. I'm 3.5ish, actually not far from 4 years old, with a guesstimate birthdate of September 1, 2005. My Gotcha Day is October 22, 2005. Here's a picture of me on my Gotcha Day:



Wasn't I adorable? My momma was a stray kitty that The Mommy and my ex-daddy used to feed and shelter in their garage; they never could catch her to be able to get her spayed and so she had quite a few litters, and unfortunately they couldn't catch hardly any of the kittens to get them to good homes either even though they tried really really hard, and most of them disappeared when they were young. But they loved me at first sight and they wuz able to catch me and bring me inside as a furever kitty when I was about 6 weeks old. They already had 5 other kitties at that point, including my 3 older half-siblings whom you'll meet later. (When The Mommy and ex-daddy split up a year later, she tooked all of us kitties with her.)

The Mommy named me Roxy 'cause she heard The Police singing Roxanne on the radio while she was trying to figure out what my name should be and thought the shorter version would be the perfect name for a cute little kitty like me! As Pixie said, we all have other names too, and although some of them are similiar, we all have at least one special nickname that's just ours (besides our real names of course). Pixie's special name is Darlin', no one else gets called that. My special name is Baby Doll! The Mommy also calls me Roxy Mae, Roxster, Rox, Roxy Baby, The Roxmeister, Roxinator (some of these sound familiar to Pixie's names? ).

I had my V-E-T visit a couple of weeks ago, and I was even more skeered than Pixie was. The Mommy says I'm the skeerediest skeerdy-cat of all of The Kitty Krew. When we go outside, I don't like it when there's any noise or any neighbors come out or any cars come down the street -- I get skeered and run inside (The Mommy leaves the front door open for us!) and then have to be coaxed back out. So I don't spend as much time outside as the others, although Pixie can be almost as skeered of the noises as me. But here I am sniffing The Mommy's elbow as she sat on the front porch with us on Saturday.

That's all for me this time around. Bye peoples!

Roxy