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It Takes a Village

Oh, hai. Can you believe it’s been 30 days already? Little c™ and I have enjoyed NaBloPoMo this year.

We’ve shared our penchant for Formula 1 racing, tuna, good stories, and binkies. Little c™ learned about our magic closet and how to construct a decent knock knock joke. We also learned to embrace our differences and to honor who we each are in the process while listening to good music and swapping stories with friends.

All in all a really great month.

Today’s writing prompt reads, “What’s the longest stretch you’ve ever pulled off of posting daily to your blog? What did you learn about blogging through that achievement, and what made you break the streak?”

I think 30 consecutive days is the longest I’ve blogged. Mom says she blogged every day for an entire year once and that it was simultaneously challenging and rewarding. She says once or twice a week is probably good for us, though, and I’d have to agree. It’s nice to have some days off in between. But what we learned during this month is that blogging can be a communal experience. It doesn’t have to be just one person, or cat, sharing their thoughts. We’ve enjoyed working with all of our guest bloggers this month and even meeting some new bloggers along the way.

We hope you’ve enjoyed our 30-day blog fest. We’re going to sign off now. In gratitude for all of you. It takes a village to blog, and we’re proud to be part of yours.

Until next time…

Your honored hosts.

Your devoted hosts, J.D. and little c™

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they’d better bring tuna.

oh, hi. it’s me again, little c™. j.d. said i could guest blog tonight, since he’s wanting to nap.

we’ve had a really good day. earlier we went out on the catio.

Kitty grass is the bomb.

kitty grass is the bomb.

and later, my big bro lent a sympathetic ear when i shared a few concerns with him.

i think we're out of catnip.

i think we’re out of catnip and tuna.

i asked mom about today’s writing prompt. it says, “You were caught in an avalanche. To be rescued, you need to make it through the night. What thought(s) would give you the strength to go through such a scary, dangerous situation?”

i hope i’m never caught in an avalanche. but if that happened to me, i’d think about j.d. and all of our binky fest 2014 practice sessions. i think that would keep me warm until the rescue team came.

because

but they’d better bring tuna…

and binkies

…and binkies.

 

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An Eventful Week

Oh hai, and happy post-Caturday to you.

I’m out on the catio chillaxing, so mom’s driving today.

chillaxinonthecatio

Not to worry. Mom’s checking in on me, to make sure she gets all the details right.

The reason I’m needing extra catio time today is because I had an eventful Caturday and week in general.

It all started when Mom and auntie removed a big clump of matted fur that was hiding under my collar with some of auntie’s blunt sewing scissors on Wednesday.

Mom kept telling auntie, while she was trying to cut the fur that was clinging desperately to my throat, “Oh my God. Do you feel that? It’s all tangled up here, right on his throat. Oh, I hope I don’t hurt him.”

In case you’re wondering, this didn’t help matters. At all.

Toddler-tantrum

Eventually, auntie took over. She’s more experienced with sewing scissors and had a better angle, so no one got hurt.

They got most of it and decided my vet should just shave the nubs that mom and auntie left.

Mom upgraded my brush collection yesterday on Amazon, and is letting me run around without my collar until she gets this whole grooming situation figured out.

This is what we currently use.

brushes

And this is what we’re getting, based on Mama J’s recommends, so mom can prevent scaring the bejeezus out of me in the future.

safari combundercoat rake

Mom also washed all my binkies, so I was without binky for several hours on Caturday, which was rough, to say the least.

leopard throw

Even the Sad Face Didn’t Work

And then there’s the issue of the baby kitty grass, not quite juicy enough to eat. Mom grows it for me every six weeks or so. I have to do without my stash for an entire week while waiting for the new crop to come in. In case you’re wondering, it’s super hard whenever that happens.

inferior kitty grass

I want to eat this, but it’s not ready yet, so all I can do is stare at it until it fills out some more.

We also had to do dishes on Friday. I helped mom put them away yesterday.

dishes

And mom’s been getting fake Presidential alerts from her friend Matt, who’s giving her a hard time about Friday’s post, because he’s impish like that. It could also be because he kinda has a free pass, since he’s the one who taught her how to put her phone on silent in the first place and, recently, how to bypass Presidential alerts and still be assured your alarm will go off the next morning.

ninjakitty

Mom and Matt said I could share their early morning satire fest with you.

Matt (4 a.m.): My fellow Americans, this is an emergency text from President Obama, reminding you that J.D. is super adorable.

Me (4:02 a.m.): Mr. President, thank you for noticing my cat’s adorableness. In the future, however, please adhere to the 10 to 10 rule. I was up this time, so I’ll let this infraction slide. PS: Stop taking selfies when you’re out with Michelle. That’s almost as bad as controlling the alert settings in my phone.

Matt (7:02 a.m.): Ms. Ceres, as President, you know these messages are sent only to alert the public of things of national importance, like your cat’s adorableness and reminding you of the latest buzzword. Shamzazzle! PS: As First Lady, Michelle is expected to make for certain allowances in the public eye.

Me (7:03 a.m.): Mr. President, this is a blatant abuse of power and disregard for your wife’s well-being. If you were allowed a third term, I would vote for the opposing candidate out of spite.

Matt (9:12 a.m.): Ms. Ceres, there’s no need to resort to insults. Let’s keep it clean.

Me (9:13 a.m.): Mr. President, Get over yourself.

As you can see, with all this going on, I barely had time to make anything for you this morning, but I did manage this.

BabyRhinoLosesPartyHatWhileChasingPoacher

Baby Rhino Loses Party Hat while Chasing Poacher

In closing, mom says the 10 to 10 rule doesn’t really affect her, so you needn’t send her fake Presidential alerts at all hours, because she silences her phone at night and knows how to bypass the Presidential alerts now, fake or otherwise.

You’re welcome.