Poopalot Training

One thing I am grateful for is that when Wanda arrived at our house she was a fully trained poopalot. But, just in case, Rusty gives her another lesson. She waits patiently for her turn.

Oh my gosh, the blog has now gone down the toilet.

(Notice, Wanda still has 6 lives)

Not Me... I Didn't Break It

Well here she is looking perfectly innocent. I wonder who broke the music box? I'm thinking that, since the glass is cracked, the box must have been dropped on the floor. Someone had to have picked up the box and placed it back on the dresser. Somehow I don't think even Wanda Supercat could accomplish that task. But, she is purrfectly content to survey the damages.

The tune on the music box? All I Ask of You. Yes, it still plays.

Mt D

Little J has been asking about that big mountain in our area. He's been begging to go camping and insists that he wants his own tent so he can sleep on top all alone. He's been telling me that I can sleep in the middle of the mountain in my own tent. So we took him up there to see how big it really is. He still wants to camp but I think he might be willing to share a tent now.

He got into a little tree hugging too.

What about Wanda? I think she slept the whole time we were gone. She's saving her energy to torment us in the middle of the night. Hmmmmmm... wonder if she might like to go camping? A tender little treat for what wanders in the night up there. Ooooooooooo very bad grandma.

Squirt and Dry

Grandma is not going to Sweat the Small Stuff anymore. She has installed this high tech, energy efficient water spraying device. on her nightstand. Next time Wanda misbehaves, the punishment will fit the crime....

But Wanda is prepared too. She has already checked out the high powered not so energy efficient drying device.

The battle continues and Wanda still has 6 lives left.

P.S. Little J's room has been decluttered and he is on a medium high orange Wanda watch alert.

Wanda Did It

I snuck in from another girls night out at 1am (well I guess that really was this morning but I still say last night so it doesn't count as an overnight outing - you know how it is with hubbies). Unfortunately Hubby has a way of getting even. It's called putting the kid to bed early and leaving for work at 6am knowing that the kid will be out of bed the minute the car pulls out of the driveway and the kid will end up in Grandmas bed... with Wanda. His plan worked.


I used the early daylight to access damages from my night out. Bedroom checked out ok. Kitchen not too bad. Living room only a little evidence of Grandpa and Little J breaking the rules about not eating anywhere but the kitchen. Bathroom all in order. Then I saw Little J's room. Little J insists that Wanda did this (I don't believe a word he says... Wanda still has 6 lives left)...

Bad Kitty Going Down the Toilet

Another stiffling day so we open the doors to get what we can of the morning coolness. Of course Wanda figured out that we did that for her just so she could get a little exercise. And to think we just had that rescreened only a couple of months ago.



I was almost regretting that I didn't have time to stop and get a squirt gun last night after my night out with the girls. But then I discovered that Wanda may have just found her own fate...







Not that I am counting, but would she now have only 6 lives left?

Home for Lunch Caught Again

Rusty says he didn't do it. He doesn't care for waffles. Who's tail is that over on the left? 7 Lives left.

4th of July

Yesterday was blistering hot in our neighborhood. But as you can see, Little J was perfectly content to spend the day on the bay. Meanwhile, back at the house, Little Wanda Troublecat continued her rebellious behavior... upon arrival home we found yet another box of tissues shredded into dust bunnies and I do believe one of my red boas is missing a couple of feathers. Today, I am shopping for a squirt gun. Wanda may have only 8 lives left.

Cat in the Hats

OK, some people might think I have too many hats. Oops, there's one on the rack that still has the price tag on it. That would be the one that I bought yesterday at the Red Hat Society Imperium in Fullerton. I wasn't going to buy another hat on the trip. Really... I wasn't. I just couldn't control myself.

But wait, what is that in the upper left corner of the picture? That is what I was writing about a couple of days ago. She thinks she's going to help herself to one of my feathers. And what will this Queen do if she succeeds? More later.

3 Queens

Fly to Fullerton to have lunch with the Exalted Queen Mother? You've got to be kidding! Not so said my Co-Queen. And so we did. So here is our EQM between 2 Queens. What an exciting day we had.

The ocassion was more than a meeting of queens, however. It happened to be the 50th birthday of the daughter of my Co-Queen. "Mom" did what all good red hat moms would do for a daughter turning 50. She brought all her friends to help with the "Reduation".

I'm so lucky to have such a wonderful bunch of friends.