Watermelon and Mo

We got a watermelon from the farmers market this morning. The girls couldn't wait for me to get it cut. They were watching PBS and I was in the kitchen cutting the melon. I made the first cut and in a split second Mo was at my feet crying for some. I couldn't get it cut fast enough for him either. He didn't hush until I put him down the rind.

This is the only human food this cat will eat. He is strictly a dry cat food cat. But he loves him some watermelon!

Fat Cat

Did I ever tell you that I have a fat cat?

25 pounds worth!

His given name is Gizmo and he

is a Maine Coon and 8 years old.

When Shelby started talking

she called him "Mo".

So that is what he goes by now.

He pretty much doesn't

answer to anything.

Hey, "Mo"

Yes, you!

I'm talking to you!

He gets lots of grand girl kisses.

Not so many from Shelby these days.

But he still gets lots of kisses and hugs

from Rae. He's so big that when both

girls started walking, they

tried to ride him. He would just

flatten out with a grunt. He

tolerates them pretty well,

thank goodness.

He is Harry's baby and our alarm clock.

There is no sleeping in this house past 6:30 am and some mornings he wakes us around 5. I don't like him at all in the mornings. I've been known to yell at him.

You would too if a 25lb cat jumped up on your bed and licked you in the face first thing in the morning!

He really, really misses Bell. We've never found her. It's really sad at night when he sits at the front door and calls her. He is still grieving her loss. I can't bring myself to replace her with a new friend for him just yet. Maybe soon. I'm just not sure I can break in a new kitten. No not now.

Wordless Wednesday

'Mo'

Travis took this picture but with my new camera.

"Mo"

This is the Boss!

He rules this house!

Until the grand daughters show up.

Then they rule!

He's a our 7 year old male

"Maine Coon" cat.

He weighs 25 pounds.

He's a big boy!

He's been on diet food

since he was a year old.

His given name is Gizmo.

Then Shelby came along and couldn't

say Gizmo and called him "Mo"

instead. So we all call him that now.

I was trying out my new camera

and he was a willing participant.

The Invisible Cat

Not to be out done by Gizmo, Gracybell is our invisible cat. Now she's a typical cat. The minute she hears the door open or the door bell ring she disappears. (Where as Mo, thinks he's a dog and comes to greet you when he hears someone.) Therefore not many people even know we have a 2nd cat in the house. She only come out when she hears the door close again and thinks all the strange voices have gone.

She's a petite little cat (12 lbs. compared to Mo who is 25 1/2 lbs.) that I adopted from the Vet's office when Gizmo went in for his 1 year check up. I sort of got him a birthday present. She had been ran over and some "Good Samaritan" had brought her in to be fixed up or put to sleep. She had a broken hip and back leg. The Vet was just going to keep her as an office cat. He figured no one would want a broken cat. But she caught Gizmo's eye and he was so curious about her and he really needed a playmate. I paid the fee for having her spayed and she went home with us. We call her Bell for short and she seems to be my whinny baby. (Both cats are real talkers.) Mo's Harry's cat!

We have one more cat, Miss Kitty, she is an out door cat. That's another blog for another day. I'm not really all that crazy about cats but I guess I would miss them if they were to suddenly move or somthing.

Fun Friday!

Yesterday was a long but fun day for me. It started off by having to get Gizmo, lovingly know as "Mo" by the family, to the Vet for his quarterly hair cut. Gizmo is a Maine Coon and has a hard time maintaining the best of hygiene. So we help him along by having him shaved in a lion cut. He's not usually a willing participant in this fun activity. He was very grumpy coming and going yesterday. When I picked him up he was growling like a dog. His Dr./Spa treatment is on St. Simons Island which is about a 45 min to an hour drive round trip from my house. He needed to be at his appointment at 8:00am so I was off and running by 7:20am.

Once I got back home from taking Mo, Harrison brought me Reagan, he took Shelby on to school. Reagan is 11 months old now and walking and plundering. I have to stay right behind her as to not have her eat the cat food or taste any other tid bits she finds on the floor. I usually feed her a bowl of cheese grits and then once she has a full belly she goes down for a morning nap. I rock her for just a few minutes and she's out for an hour or two!

I had to chuckle at the receptionist at the vet's office when she called to tell me I could pick Gizmo up. She said, "Gizmo wanted me to call and tell you he was through with his beauty treatment and to bring him a sweater because he was cold and grumpy." She has the cutest sense of humor.

When we picked Shelby up at school we went straight to the Island to get Mo. When you mention the Island to Shelby, her first thoughts are to go to the pier and play. So to give us all a break we went there first. Yesterday was beautiful and 71* here in South Georgia. Just a perfect day to play outside!

After playing for a while we went and got Mo and headed back home to play with Pop Pop before the girls got picked up by Christon. They were gone by 6:00 pm. After days this fun I'm not cooking! So I tell Harry, "Drive through of your choice?" He said, "Taco Bell."