Mouse Hunt--or not

I found Hobbes sitting in the shed the other day.  He was just sitting there, staring into the corner--which means only one thing--mouse.

Sure enough, there it sat. The wee thing, too terrified to move, just sat there blinking those big brown mousie eyes, hoping that my orange stripey would just go away.  Yeah/no.

But apparently as big as Hobbes is, he is not hungry.  And so he walked away from his mouse friend and moved on to other adventures like the leaves blowing across the yard.  They were fun, you see--something to chase.

Smart mouse.

And yes, I scooted him into a bucket and set him free under the fence.

Introducing...

Hello! I'm Billie (girl kitty, not boy). I'm named after Bill the Cat from Bloom County. I enjoy: 

Sleeping (who doesn't?).

Climbing on the fridge and other tall things.

Hiding from naughty humans in bags.

And sleeping!

Among other things of course. I do hope to befriend other red cats in The Red Cat Society. Not that other cats are not as good, but red is an interesting color!

Now, I must go take a nice little cat nap. Tootle-pip!

It's a Catnip Party!

Catnip grows wild in patches here and there and when I catch it in bloom, I pick the buds for my furry little drug addicts. Red, naturally, keeps his cool even when keeping Purrmeister in line. Purrmeister, on the other hand, really gets carried away. Out of view of my iPhone camera, he tackled poor Mariah (who he now outweighs times two.) Note the clumps of fur on the rag rug? Uh huh, looks like some serious smacking going on. It was a wild party and a good time was had by all!

Wake Up Sleepy Head

Wake up Chopper....

I need to use the your bed...the sink...

Come on sleepy head...

Rise and shine...