
Mom bean shut out the afternoon sun. What's a poor cat to do?

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Discovered by Mom
I miss visiting with my cat-friends and furry cousins. Mom bean is just too busy and doesn't give in to my demands. But I've learned a new human word. Honest! I can say Trout! From time to time my Mom bean tries to get me to eat new flavors of stinky-goodness . I gotta say, The Aristocats Trout beats Fancy Feast Yamon. Who knew? And the Ocean Whitefish and Tuna ain't bad, either. Hey! I guess that makes me Fancy Aristocat! Ha, ha. Better than the title of Spoiled Butt that mom bean calls me.
Oh, what a surprise! We had a real live thunderbumper storm (s) roll across us this afternoon. It wasn't even dinnertime and things got black as night. Hee, hee, I guess you say . . . It Was A Dark and Stormy Afternoon. Yeah, I know, kind of lame. Anway, I took refuge in the bedroom closet. We don't get storms like that where we live. Well, I guess we do, but very rarely. Mom bean says that's because we live in a pocket between some small mountains and we're also a Marine climate. Whatever that means. Anyway, it lasted for a few hours and the wind rattled the window glass and tried to tear up the trees. At least mom bean is happy. She didn't have to go outside and water things with the hose. I don't think she likes to do that this year.
I'm going to try now, while I have the computer in between my paws, to go and visit a few of you. (((((((((furry hugs to everyone))))))))))))