Surrounded By Felines

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Howdy!

It’s finally Friday, even though it just feels like we had a weekend like two days ago. I thought that I would share some things of what I did yesterday. My mom had the day off and I knew that she’d probably bring a kitten in my room for an hour or so, but I wanted to go on the porch. I thought she’d put me in the push wheelchair and leave out on the back porch but she put me in my electric wheelchair and let me roam in the yard freely. I feel more secure (even with my seatbelt off!) in my bulky chair than the lightweight/flexible one that I’ve slipped out of twice. I know my limitations in this one more and I like being able to use my joystick to move around rather than relying on somebody to push me. The wonderful life of a wheelchair user!

When I went out of the front door we were greeted by Midget and Tubby. Poor Tubbster can rarely go in the back porch without having the others growl and hiss at him so he spends majority of his time in the front as blazing sun stars down at him. Don’t worry he takes refuge underneath the porch, cars or in the house across the street’s bushes. He comes around us whenever we’re out there, he likes to get some attention and he usually repays you with a hug! No, really! Blondie taught him how to do that as a kitten and he’s the only one that still does it! After spending some time with him, I decided to go around to the back where the yard was empty. The first one to greet me was Bootsie. She was feeling lovingly and feisty all at once! After a few seconds, the little ones slowly came out of their hiding places. They all circled my wheelchair, sniffing my tires and toes. Before I knew it they had collapsed onto the ground trapping me in place allowing the damn mosquitoes to eat me alive!

I say that like it was a bad thing, but it wasn’t. It was actually easier to get pictures of each one or watch while they attacked each other. Back to Bootsie, after so many months of giving birth she starts to be really “mean.” She starts to attack her own and swat at them for no reason. I realize for when I was outside with them she was clearly playing but I had to protect my favorites: Felix and Stormy. It was actually pretty cute because when I first came around the corner to see them, all of the little ones basically ignored me at first–even Stormy! Leave it to Felix though, he came right up to my foot and I could feel him purr! He wasn’t as afraid of my wheelchair as everybody else was which was nice! While I was trying to go a closer picture of Otis I looked on the ground and saw this pretty white/red feather sticking out of the grass. Of course I had to pick it up, because it looked so pretty! I think all in all I stayed out there for half an hour. I wish I could have stayed out longer but my foot was itching me on the side so instead of fighting it and getting any more I came inside with like 12 pictures I had taken on my phone and a little souvenir of a bird whom I hope wasn’t killed by Bootsie or any other of the other cats!

These are just some of the pictures I got, of course I got a lot of Stormy lounging around. He and Gru were the only ones who wouldn’t scatter if I moved closer to take a picture of them. While I was out trying to work my camera on my phone, I guess I messed through the Settings and I’ve had this problem of all my pictures when I send them off to Twitter or my mom they’d turn out to be really small, which is why the one of Ozzy is a little smaller than the others because I had to resize it. The other ones turned out to be huge on Facebook! Maybe it I did mess something up a couple of years and I unknowingly fixed it. Hmmm… if I go out any this weekend I’ll be sure to take pictures and then we’ll see! Have a good weekend folks!

Stormy
Stormy
Bear-Bear & Stormy #brothers
Bear-Bear & Stormy #brothers
Gru
Gru
Otis
Otis
Ozzy
Ozzy

Yummy Soup! Bad On The Tongue.

Last night I actually got my dad to make Potato Soup. It is one of my favorite soups. Not many soups actually fill me up except Potato Soup, Chowder, and Chili. Nothing else fills me up like they do. In the Winterime, soups are the best thing in the world to have especially if you have a cold or sore throat. I live for fall and winter because you won’t get made fun of when you update your status on a social network that you’re going to eat soup and it’s not cold anywhere or you’re not sick.

Well there’s one thing about soups that I hate especially if I don’t want to wait 5 seconds for it to cool down, so technically it’s my own damn fault. Anyways, I burnt my tongue and all my taste buds last night. I always do. Its so sore right now. I couldn’t taste after that first bite and that was the bite where I burnt it. You know though, my mom did what this girl is doing but I think only did it twice before I went for it.

If it’s a soup I like and if I resquest it I’m going to be very excited about it. I can’t help myself. In soups, I can’t feed myself. It’s like that with Ice Cream too. Everything else I can feed myself on my bed. Anytime I have something hot to eat I go for the sides because they’re not as bad as the top, bottom, and middle. You would think I’d learn to wait, right?