What’s Andy up to, hiding like that in the newspaper?

What? What? What? 

Should have guessed! He’s policing it for his kitty toy, erm, “vermin”!

Good kitty!

I’ve been sick the past day, and haven’t the energy yet to create something new. I hope these replayed photos of my little sweetie pie, Andrew James Thomas, get you through the “drought”! 

Andy wanted to play today, but I misjudged how he wanted to play. As you can see in the photos, he went on strike. As soon as I started to drag it through a folded newspaper, Andy was happy and playful. That’s when he got his kitty on. He charged the newspaper over and over and searched for the toy with his paws. He was awesome!

I pull out the kitty toy and wave it in front of Andy.

I drop one end in the remote box…

…and Andy tries to locate the toy in the mess.

Good kitty! You got the “prize”!

Caturday lands on Sunday in this home since I have Saturday dialysis. 

That’s OK with Andrew because he just wants to take his cat nap now.

Andy sends his kitty kiss to you. Thanks for stopping by!

Andy heard me walk toward the bathroom, where he was bird watching. I thought I could get some photos for today’s post.

He had other thoughts about that.

Yeah, baby!

Andy can be minding his own business when I feel an urge to give him loving…

…but sometimes he freaks out as soon as I touch him.

He tries to resist but…

“…oh, yeah! I love it when you scritch up and down my back!”

Andy can be a strange little kitty.

On the other hand, my sister Kathy writes, “Nothing like a kitty sleeping on my lap to get the blood pressure down!” She sent these two photos of her kitty girl Saki sleeping on her lap:

Andy could learn from Saki! He prefers not to be held much.

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March used to be a month of celebration in my family. Three of four of us kids were born in March. Sister Marijean on the 11th, me on the 22nd, and today, March 23rd, my brother Dick was born. Both Marijean and Dick have died, leaving just Kathy, my Seattle sister, and me alive in our immediate family.

Dick was a very straight forward fellow. He was exactly what he seemed to be, no artifice. He hunted, worked in various lumber mills, rode a motorcycle, drove pickups, was great with kids and animals. There always was a dog or cat in the family, and oftentimes, there were more than one when one of the girls had to leave a pet with Mom and Dad or Grandma and Grand Dad because they couldn’t have pets where they were going. My kitties, Louie, Andy, and Dougy, each in his time, love, love, loved Dick, and were excited when he came to visit.

Yes, all the photos I used for Marijean’s birthday on the 11th’ post, work here for Dick’s, too. Marijean, Dick, Kathy, and me, in birth order.

Marijean, Dick, and our Scottish Grandmother, in front of her home.

Marijean, me, Kathy, and Dick in front of our home.

I’m exhausted with the sadness of the day, both in Ukraine and in my own home. I miss both my siblings a lot, especially in March, when we used to have three birthdays to celebrate.

The late Dougy and Dick. Dick and I enjoyed our annual time together. My kitty boys loved him, too.

Andy’s cast his vote.

Of the refrigerator top toy finds, this is the best toy yet!