Communication Breakdown...Kinda Sorta



We're here, with our new computer. Mommy is learning all sorts of new things. Mainly new words to add to her bad word list. She does like the computer. Did you know that you can't save/edit your Blogger profile with your gmail address? You can use any other address, but not your gmail...the very gmail address that Mommy wanted to switch to so she could lose her Outlook address...WTH?  What she doesn't like about the new computer is that it's way, way, way smarter than she is...

Hope to be back posting soon!

Computer Snoopervision

Gosh, I'm breathtaking!

I am having to spend a lot of time snoopervising Mommy and her computer work as we are buying a new computer machine in a few weeks. The one we use now is well over seven years old and it's being held together with bubble gum and spitballs. We have a hard time commenting anymore because this old laptop will freeze up and lose Internet connection if we travel too far or too fast. Mommy has been too cheap thrifty to shell out the green papers for a new one, but even she has lost her patience and she is now researching which laptop to buy for me  herself. One of the chores that I have been assisting with is the transfer of the bazillion photos of me and those other cats (and doggie) that live here off of this machine and onto jump drives. No small feat kitties, it's a lot of time and work to do this the right way. Bad words get used and hurt my ears. So, to re-cap, old computer sux, new computer being researched, hard to visit and comment anymore but this will change, I'm still gorgeous.

Smoochies!

One more look at myself. Stunning!

(What? Doesn't everyone keep a lint roller on their dining room table?)

The Rudy Report

Ahoy kitties! It's me - RUDY! - with your Rudy Report! So much to share...where do I start? Oh, I know! Let me start by telling you how intellectually challenged mommy is! You know how we have been without the innerwebs forever? Well, the reason was that Mommy kept entering her wireless router password over and over and over and over again. The only problem was that she did not enter it in caps. It only took her 4 days to figure that out. Hoo-Boy, what a stoopid thing to not figure out for 4 DAYS! I'm at a loss for words when it comes to this. But, we're back on the webs and now I can tell you about my visit to Tiffany the wonder-groomer. Lemme' back up a little bit. It's no secret that I HATE to be groomed. HATE HATE HATE! Unless, apparently, Tiffany does it. Almost a week ago (last Tuesday) I was unceremoniously scooped up and stuffed into my PTU and delivered to Tiffany. She fawned and ooohhhhed and ahhhhed over me, and patiently listened to Mommy who, in great and painful detail, told her about my recent illness and how Dr. Wendy finally gave the OK for me to get groomed (thanks Dr. Wendy, I will not forget this). Anyhow, Mommy left and I went with Tiffany to endure a bath, clippy-claws, ear cleaning and a blow-out which included a liberal dose of stink-pretty applied to my furs. They called Mommy to say I was ready to come home and when Mommy arrived to collect me, Tiffany said "I don't get it, he just sits there and lets me groom him. He's so easy..." I think that's where Mommy's head exploded.
You see kitties, Mommy is no cat-amateur. She's worked with thousands of cats in her shelter days and she's no feline-dummy. She can clip claws, de-mat and clean ears with the best of them. But me? No way. I will not let her do any of those things. It's just a thing I have with her. Don't get me wrong, I love her and she adores me, but when it comes to grooming, no thanks Mommy, I rather you didn't.
Puff, Powder and the Parkster have no problems with her getting up close and personal with their grooming. In fact, they kinda' like it. Maybe it's a guy thing...
Mommy promises to get some better photos of my new 'do, but really, I have sleek gorgeous furs now. No hunks are missing and if anything, I look maaaaarvelous! The only shaving I received was around my spot 13. And I kinda' like the look - less cleaning required from me. It's all good.
Keep those tails high kitties...

Tattle Tail Tuesday - It. Was. The. Modem.

"Hiya'! I'm back, didja' miss me?"

After days of running scans, cleaning out files and other stoopid attempts at fixing a computer that WAS NOT BROKEN, the very nice computer man spent 2 minutes looking at our computer and said to Mommy, "unplug your modem." So once Daddy did that, the very nice computer man was able to hook us up to another signal in the 'hood and BAM!, blazing fast connection!
Does Mommy feel very stupid? Yes.
Am I happy to be back with my friends in the blogosphere? Yes.
Do I worry that Mommy is so stupid that she might forget how to feed me? Yup, yup, I do.
So, if you'll excuse me, I need to catch up on what you kitties have been up to!
See ya'!