Our So-Called Vacation

OK.  I know I didn’t say anything about our so-called vacation yet.  But I thought vacations were supposed to be fun, right?

Come to think of it I didn’t even tell you about leaving Florida and the whole crazy trip that got us to this house with the smelly beasts.

Mama is actually way behind in sharing my cuteness.  There are still photos and videos from our old place in Florida she never posted.  I wish I could hire some competent help.

Oh, well. Let’s just start with a picture of me.  Always a good place to begin.

Now this is my idea of “vacation”!  Relaxing.  Everything I need within reach.

So let me  just tell you about this latest vacation for now…

Yogaville??!  They don’t even allow pets to stay there!

So we had two nights at that Sai Baba Super8 with the easy-access boxsprings.  I learned quickly that check-out time means time to avoid being put into my tent and shoved into the back seat of the rental car.  Check-out time means time to become invisible.  I got very good at it.

When they did eventually corral me, we took off for State College so they could have their photo taken at another shrine.

the faces have been changed to protect the silly

No, I don’t get it either.

Worshiping me is fine, but why is the statue the wrong color?

But we got an extra big hotel room with extra windows to sit in.  So that was nice.  Until Mama opened one.  Then this stench wafted in.  Cows, she said.

Hmmm.  Cows are ungulates.  They don’t smell tasty.  Wildebeest are ungulates.  I may have to rethink my plan of following the wildebeest migration.  There may be some of that stinky poo smell involved.  Hmmm.  Any suggestions?

Then on to a nice hotel somewhere else. 

Big bed.

I was unreachable come check-out time.

The next night was the 4th of July and we hadn’t planned on seeing any fireworks.  But as soon as we got settled into our hotel room, a big display started that we could watch right from bed! That was a fun surprise!  We didn’t think we would see any fireworks.  (Except for those we were smuggling in the trunk.)

Then we heading north until we were about 13 miles from the Canadian border.  That is the furthest north I have ever been and perhaps ever will be — unless I sneak across the border.  But I don’t think they have any wildebeest up there so why bother?

We spent a couple of days at a friend’s cabin on a lake.  No ungulates, no fireworks, just quiet.  I was OK with that.  And I didn’t have to get in the car for a couple of days, so that was very nice.

This is a picture of me when they said it was time to leave the cozy cabin.  See me?  In the tent?  No.  Under the bed.  Uh-uh. In the golf bag?  Nope.  In-vis-i-ble!

Well, they finally lured me out with treats and got me in the car and took me back to that nice hotel with the big bed to hide under.  This time I let myself fully enjoy all of the amenities.

The over-sized headboard is very well-designed for climbing and scratching.

Smelled a little funny, though.

Mama’ s tie-dye clashed with the color scheme.  As usual.

On the way back home, we drove through Amish country.

Mama took these photos from the car as I considered chasing down those ungulates.

It was really hot out, though.  And it might be bad form to devour a family’s transportation.  Oh, well.  I wasn’t that hungry, anyhow.

I’m Back: I Found My Voice and Mama Found the Camera!

I am back!

Having silently endured a few weeks of travel and torture, I’ve decided that is it!  No more quietly ‘going with the flow’ and all that crap.  I want my forts, I want my caves, I want my hideouts, I want to run laps and leap up doorjambs, I want my breakfast served on time, dagnabbit!  I tried waiting patiently and silently this morning, as I have for weeks, but I just couldn’t take it any longer.  It is against my true nature.  I know what I want and I know when I want it!

I like my breakfast at 7 and my dinner at 6, thank you.  Don’t lie there with your eyes closed when it is time to feed me!  No, no, no.  I finally had to stand on Mama’s chest and scream, “Enough of this crap!  Open your eyes!  Get up!  Go fetch me foooooood!  Now!”.  Then I ran around the room repeating my demand.  She complied.  Sometimes her brain works.

Jha in window

Well, we’ve been in the same spot for a week and a half now.  I guess I can deal with it.  My room has three windows and three doorjambs.  Outside of my door is a great big room full of windows.  I have started zooming out of my room as soon as the door opens so I can explore this big room.

looking out my door

looking out my door into the sunroom

definitely not a wildebeest

But sometimes this room is populated by large furry beasts.  They don’t smell tasty.  They aren’t even ungulates.  Where are all the wildebeest?!?  I want wildebeest!

the smelly beasts leaving

The smelly beasts are leaving the sunroom. My plan of intimidation and domination is working.

 

 

Happy Mother’s Day

My typist and I would like to wish all of you Mothers

— and humans who act like Mamas to your fuzzy little ones —

a very joyful Mother’s Day!

An extra special thank you to those of you have adopted those little fuzzballs who didn’t have their own Mamas.  Thank you for loving them and giving them safe homes.  I am sure your babies appreciate you very much.

I am glad my Mama found me.  I don’t remember much anymore, but I know I was all alone.  In the cold.  Next to a highway full of big, noisy cars.  I was trying to get through them when this human came running through the cars right at me!  I took off and tried to hide under a concrete barricade next to a very steep, very high embankment that looked more like a cliff.  I kept trying to back further under the barricade and came real close to going over the edge.  But the crazy human was hanging over the barricade blocking my escape…or fall.  She finally managed to pull me out from there and wrapped me in the big wool sweater she was wearing.  I squealed and tried to escape, but after a few minutes I relaxed.  Being wrapped up and warm felt ok.  Kinda nice even.

Jha on sweater

JhaJha on the same sweater Mama first wrapped her in

There were more adventures because I was very tiny and very sick.  But I got better and I got bigger and I got even feistier.  And I’ve been letting that crazy human — who refers to herself as Mama — live with me for over five years now.

Love,

JhaJha

P.S.  All of my baby pictures are actually printed old style on paper instead of being on the computer thing.  So Mama will have to figure out how to share those with you.  So don’t hold your breath.  I was very, very cute, though.

I Smell Wildebeest

Looking out my window into the darkness, I long for the open savanna.  I think I can smell a wildebeest.  And I want to eat it.  Now.

Is That a Wildebeest? I'll Eat it Anyway

This photo was taken by our friend, Das.  He makes sure I have peacock feathers to devour and brings me other treats sometimes, too.  If you like music, custom bamboo flutes, poetry or groovy photo headers, check out fantasyflutes.wordpress.com.  (My typist made his header and set up his website.  It is cool.)


mmmYum — corn-flavored kitty litter

Does anybody else like to nibble the corn-flavored kitty litter? 

My human brought a big bag of it home today and poured some into half of my potty box.  The other half still had the pine stuff.  I gave it a sniff and started nibbling.  But my human kept saying “No” and scooting me away from it.  So why did she buy it for me if she doesn’t want me to enjoy it???

Then she tried to take a picture every time I went over to snack, but I would slip away and hide in my Lair-under-the-Chair.