Category Archives: Spice
We were sad that Mommy was so upset by the kitchen floor be squishy. It had little humps in it and smelled funny, too. We noticed the smell especially because, well, we are closer to the floor.
For 9 whole days we had our day interrupted because Mommy’s son, Chris, came up here with a friend of his and beat and banged and tore stuff out and made all kinds of noise with hammers and saws. It was terrible. We stayed hid as best we could from the minute Chris drove down the driveway until he left at night.
Then we came out and checked out what had been accomplished. Most of the time it was still a mess.
Our entire daily routine was blown to kitty hell! We were not happy felines. Hiss!!!
At long last it was over and we could explore the finished product of our human brother’s hard work. It is cat-tabulous!
Tigger was glad Mommy put a chair so he could check out the counter.
Nothing wrong here….
This is nice…
Can I reach the ceiling fan from here?
Maggie Mae and Spicy also had to give their approval.
Me, Amber, checking it out as well. (I don’t get on the counters…. I have manners)
The table meets with Spicy’s approval. It also makes a good spot to watch birdies on the deck when Mommy feeds them crumbs.
Purrs ~ Amber