|They think I'm asleep...Ha!|
Yo! this is Lucy Westie, Sous Chef of Lindaraxa. Head of Security Services and Cuddler Par Excellence.
I've been sent to entertain you, seeing that we don't have a kitchen this week. My two legged sister has decided to do some reno..something and put in a new back splash and countertop, as well as some lights. She's been watching HGTV. Boy does she love that channel. At first I thought we were moving, AGAIN. Seeing all those boxes and packing material sent me into a tizzy. I rushed upstairs and told Lily and she went into a tizzy too. After a couple of days we finally calmed down. I had all my coats and collars packed. All for nothing. Just a reno-something. Stupid word..
|Best spot in the house....and best view of the kitchen|
I was going to post my favorite recipe, steak! but Mom thought it would be more entertaining if I told you about Coco and me. What's so intereting about that?! We eat, we sleep, we poop and then do the same all over again.
For Mom's sake, and her frail heart condition (sure), I've decided to play along and behave. Yes, I have let it be known that I'm not thrilled with the idea of cohabitating with a c-a-t (I can't even say the word) by marking my spot all over the house. This sends Mom and Sis into a tizzy. I don't understand why. They mark every day, at least three times a day. It's called a toilet! Anyway, they took me to the vet. Mom told the lady in the white coat I must have an infection. They had the audacity to weigh me first. WHY?! why do people in white coats always want to know how much you weigh. Mom says they do the same to her and she gets mortified. What's mortified? Anyway, then they took me in the back and did unmentionable things to me. UNMENTIONABLE! I heard something about having to stay overnight. Mom nearly lost it. She and I have never spent a night away from each other. Except when she travels and then I stay with my sister. I love that. So they gave me pills. One day Mom took one by mistake. She's useless before her coffee.
|Did I hear chopping on the wood board???|
Anyway, aside from the kitchen being a disaster, nothing interesting is going on in the backyard. No flowers, nothing. It's cold, really cold. Mom hasn't even switched my winter collar to my pretty Spring Kate Spade. I heard Mom moaning over her burnt gardenias. Her prize gardenias. She says there's a chance they'll come back. I doubt it. They're deader than a door nail. I do hope for
Mom says you might want to hear about
|Don't let this picture fool you...I was just too lazy to move|
Maybe they come tomorrow to finish the kitchen. Maybe not. Maybe. Maybe not. Mom doesn't seem to mind. She's taking a break from cooking. My two legged sister is going bonkers. She's never done a reno....whatever. She thinks they go according to plan. Ha! I've been through one with Mom and believe me, it wasn't pretty. Mom wasn't pretty. She turned into a monster at the end. One day I thought the men in white coats were going to come and take her away.
So we wait and don't cook. No recipes. Not today. Sorry.....