I’m The Princess

My name is Gidget.

I can’t be the Queen, because Miss Kitty is already the queen, so I’m the Princess, but that’s all right.

Today is my birthday, and I’m five years old.

Mom says I’m only an indoor cat because I got off to such a rough start outside that she and Dad felt sorry for me and brought me indoors to save my life. As I think is only right, for heaven’s sake!

I could have died out there!

I was little, but wasn’t I adorable?Gidgetbaby2

I’ve always enjoyed a good nap . . .Gidgetbaby

No matter my age . . .Gidgetnappin

I’ve always enjoyed reading . . . Gidgetreading

And it’s my main goal in life to convince Mom to just hold me 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. I see nothing wrong with it, so I keep working on her.Gidgetbeinheld

Here’s my birthday picture on my first birthday. See how much I grew in just one year?Gidgetbday

I wouldn’t let Mom take my picture today. I didn’t think she needed to. She takes enough embarrassing pictures of me, usually while I’m sleeping and can’t do anything about it.

I love to help Mom with her quilting.Gidgethelpin4

She usually needs help keeping her fabric stash in line . . .Gidgethelpin

. . . but it’s exhausting!Gidgethelpin2

It just completely wears me out!Gidgethelpin3

I get soooo tired!Gidgethelpin5

You simply have no idea how tired.Gidgetexhausted

But Mom doesn’t seem to mind, and she still lets me help when I wake up again. I wonder if I’ll still like naps this much in another 5 years?

My Turn To Help

Hi! Purrl here . . .

Mom had to take some quilt pictures the other day, and it was finally my turn to help.

Frankly, I don’t know how she would have managed without me, either.

Here I am, trying to decide how best to go about this. It’s a rather large expanse to cover, and I’m a small thing. Plus, I’m also trying to make sure that no one else is going to try to intervene into my moment of glory. I’d have to run them off . . .Purrl1

Just checking to make sure there’s no one hiding underneath . . .Purrl2

We’ve got some sneaky ones around here.Purrl3

I guess the coast is clear, so now the modeling can commence . . .Purrl4

This thing is nice! I could just stay here all day . . .Purrl5

But of course, just when I get all comfy, Mom says the photo shoot is over, so I’m off to find another comfy place to spend the rest of my day . . . Purrl6

I really do need a nap, because that helping thing is just so exhausting. And with all the hats I wear around here to try and keep this ranch running smoothly, I’m sure you can see why . . . it’s like herding cats!

Oh, and Mom says this is a free quilt pattern, so if you’re interested, you can find it here: Sasparilla Trails. Go download it and make one for your cat!

Oh, The Humiliation

Yesterday was a pretty nice day.

Mom had all the windows open, and there were breezes, and I could hear and see all these birds outside.

So I found myself a good perch, and when I was tired of watching those birds, I decided I’d just nap here in the breezes. windowlounging

Mom thought I was cute, so she took my picture. And she’s right, I am pretty cute most of the time.

Mom put down her camera and walked away, so I was gettin’ all comfy, and I yawned and stretched, and . . . there was a crack and a whooshing sound, and all of a sudden, I was falling!

That barrier thingie between me and the birds had disappeared, and I. Was. Outside.

In the grass.

Vulnerable.

Alone.

My feet were on the ground.

I was totally humiliated.

Mortified.

Terrified.

I heard Mom spout out a word I don’t think she was supposed to say, and then heard her running.

I jumped back up into the window, to get my feet out of the dirt and tell her what had happened. When she came to my rescue, she asked me if I was OK, but she was snickering, so I’m not sure she really cared that I had just been endangered. I mean, really!

This is no laughing matter. I was out there for at least a full 6 seconds. Anything could have happened!

I showed her the barrier thingie there on the ground and tried to tell her what happened. She picked it up and put it back on, and Dad came over to help her clip it in place. I think that word she said made him come running. But back to me . . .

I could have been nabbed by any number of horrible things out there in the yard. I’ve heard them talking. I guess I’m just glad it was daytime, because they say nighttime is even more dangerous.

And Mom told Dad she was glad that I wasn’t upstairs when this happened. And she said I was a good girl for jumping back into the window instead of running off.

Pfft! Running off? Where would I go, pray tell? I know my place, and it is NOT outside!

Fortunately, nothing was injured except my pride, but I’ve decided not to lounge in that particular window for awhile. It took extra bathing to get over the incident, but I think I’m gonna be OK.

Today I’m upstairs bird watching. The window barrier thingie up here seems a bit more sturdy, but I’m not gonna lean on it just the same. And Mom still thinks I’m cute . . .

birdwatching