20 Best Positions in Bed

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So I was eating lunch, and it hit me like a ton of dry cat food.


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Belly rub time.


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They said it would never work.


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I just felt like hanging around.


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Salad, anyone?


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I saw the other baby doing it.


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Life is better in twos.


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Nobody messes with my baby, but me.


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If I lie on the floor, they think I'm a rug, so I move up high.


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I am pooped.


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Just testing your shoes for ya. Close fit, but comfy.


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This yoga position is called ...zzzzzz


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I hope I'm not double parked.


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So, how long am I supposed to play dead?


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Mom said, "Adapt. You're big. You have to adapt."


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I was going to rest my head for just a minute.


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It's fun to wrap oneself up with a bow, but the wait can...zzzz


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It plumb tuckered me out, but I got my mouse.


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Cuddle time


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Don't let anyone tell you different, power naps work.


A friend e-mailed me the photos, I wrote the captions. Hope you enjoyed and it brought a smile and maybe a chuckle or two.

Please leave your suggestions for a caption.

Can't resist the cuties

Don't bother me, I'm sleeping. Don't make me open my eyes with that flashing light on the camera.





Of course, if there is food...







I might be willing to take a peep if and when I see the bowl hit the floor. Then it's time for my baby blues to open wide.



:D

What to be thankful for

I am thankful for faith, which sustains me when things are not going well.

I am thankful for children, whose job description is to keep me humble.

I am thankful for a husband, who stuck with me through my disability.

I am thankful for a table full of scrumptious food.

I am thankful for my animals, who never fail to provide me amusement daily.

I am thankful for an online community of friends, who share insights, joys and miseries across the world.

I am thankful for you, because you are reading this.

What are you thankful for?

One of Leelu's kittens was caught in the act of pulling the food bowl towards her--akin to the hand in the cookie jar. :)

Leelu and the kittens - motherhood

I can't help seeing how similar Leelu's entrance into motherhood paralleled mine.

Leelu explored anywhere and everywhere, outside and inside; on the go and attractive to those she encountered.

I explored many lands and locations; researched diligently outside and inside and people I met indicated they appreciated my attention.

Motherhood descended upon Leelu and she spends her time nurturing her suckling little ones; remanded to the box I created for her.

Motherhood descended upon me and I nurture my little ones who, as they grow older, increase their demands on my time and energies. (Some days they seem to 'suck' the life out of me. LOL) Do I feel stuck? Honestly, somedays, yes. Most of the time, no. For the rewards outweigh the challenges.

Leelu creeps out of her box for short excursions while bugling-tummy-kitties doze in the plush towels bunched together to keep warm.

I creep out, through the net, while my little ones doze or are otherwise occupied--as long as they are satisfied.

Leelu returns to snuggle and comfort her precious charges the moment they whimper.

I turn to my precious charges when requested and give comfort and hugs when they let me.

Motherhood is motherhood...regardless of the species.

Lyn

Leelu My Cat Plays Paw and Pat

I present my foray into children's poetry

Leelu, my cat
Walks into my flat
Her tail in the air
As she smells here and there.
I smile and tap
Upon my lap.

She jumps
And bumps
And nuzzles my nose
To tell me
That she's glad she chose
To play
With me
This day.


Leelu, my cat
Says meow in our chats

She eats
Cat treats

And plays Paw and Pat


It’s a game we play.
And we like to say
That We made
It up so we show
How it’s played.

Others, I know
Play it too,
So it must be
They copied
My sweet Leelu.....

Let me know if you want to see the rest of the poem :)

LEELU EXPLORES

Leelu head buts me over the covers. I squint with one eye as her second attack moves in to remind me that IT's TIME TO FEED ME. So I stumble from under the covers tripping and stubbing my toes on whatever the animals have played with overnight that now litter the floor and head to the bathroom where a private dining area has been erected for her eating pleasure. She leaps from tile floor to toilet to her counter top where she whines while waiting for the pop and kawhoosh of the lid of cat food.

The kawoosh of a can lid screams the siren call to all animals--the dogs and cats line up for the licking (akin to kids getting to lick the spoon, bowl and spatula of the remaining chocolate icing.) Plop and scrape; the whining grows insistant.

I use a cat food spatula--tiny enough to scoop every morsel from under the rim, although nothing beats the camel-like-tongue of our doberman mutt; she can sniff a microscopic morsel from 200 yards and beat everyone off the line to get it. She shows a "gimme" attitude for when she arrives on any scene, if another animal beats her to the morsel, she'll wiggle her large behind to insure she gets more than her share. It's hard to argue with the biggest butt around.

Meanwhile, Leelu, impatient, bounds off the counter, skimming the toilet seat (it's important to keep it closed for her access as well as keeping the dogs from using it as an alternate water bowl) and tangling my legs until I bang the dish on her counter alerting her to her breakfast pleasure.

Ah pleasure; she mews her 'thank yous' intermittently between bites. Chomp. Mew *thank you," chomp, Mew "thank you", chomp, Mew "this tastes great", chomp, Mew "thank you," chomp, "I love you." chomp, Mew "thank you" and so on until she's done. She's a social buterfly. I think she keeps up the conversation so I won't leave her to eat alone. Now, Jaz is anther story. Jaz, the cat, loves her privacy. But that's another day.

Leelu Explores

Leelu, @(-.-)@, our new kitten, from a neighbor's batch of 'oops, my Siamese purebred met the wrong kind and now we have eight', provides better entertainment than TV. She leaps upon fuzz balls--I let my housekeeping go just so she can find playtoys naturally (heh heh)--and everything is a source of joyful discovery. Her ice blue eyes darken when she is suspicious of sounds, but when she's finished her morning aerobics she bounds upon my lap, spins three times before curling into a fluff ball--blue eyes focussed on me, until my hand begins to stroke her long white fur, mottled with the colors of her birth father. Her head rests on her paw and purrs grow louder with each minute, occassionally interrupted by an immediate need to lick a paw or other part of her body.