Winter is boring

Celica says:

Winter is almost over. I'm so glad. It's boring.

Here are some pictures of me trying to find something interesting to do in the snow.

HAPPY SPRING

Celica says:

It's spring!!!!

Going outside is so much more fun in the spring. 

The slaves will be relieved - I might stop getting into so much mischief inside if I can go outside and have fun more often.

Boats

Celica says:
This past summer a big blue boat was parked at my cottage most of the time. Its name is Blue Ray. I decided that I should be its caretaker, so every day I demanded to be let out to do my boat check. Do you see me? I'm in every picture right up by the windshield.

Thinking outside the box

Celica says:

No, I never do that. I'm always inside my box. Well almost all of me is inside the box. Sometimes my tail or my foot hangs out.

I love boxes. My slaves say I was probably born in a box, but I don't know. I don't remember being born.




Sometimes my boxes get a bit worn out and so the slaves have to go and get a new one. This is one of the new ones they got me this summer.

My friend ... or maybe not?

Celica says:

A visitor cat has started to come up on our deck. He looks in the window and pounds on it with his paws.

My slaves call him my "boyfriend." I don't know what a boyfriend is.

I don't think I want him on my deck.

OOPS!!!

Celica says:

Well, I fell off the deck ... but I'm OK. Really. I landed on my feet.

My slaves were really worried. My lady slave let me out on the deck and instead of staying put like I used to do, I put my head through the railing to see if it fit. Yup, it still fit. So then I stepped through so I could walk on the outside edge (like I've been wanting to do), but the edge was too small. I tried to grab on but the deck was too slippery - it IS this plastic stuff after all.

So down I went.

The slaves looked me all over and I just wandered off to find something else to do.

Told ya ... I'm fine.

The dog house!

Celica says:
Yes, that's where I've been for the past couple of days. I climbed up on my lady slave's desk in her office. Then I nudged her clock a little bit and it fell off the shelf ... and ... well, it broke. She wasn't happy.

I think she's forgiven me now though. She gave me a nice brushing awhile ago. Feels so good....