While the dog is sleeping...

Mister Mica here,

While that dog is sleeping, I decided to take over his blog once again. It's been so nice and quiet with him sleeping all day. Then he went and spent over two blissful hours at the dog run (with that Asta creature) and is now exhausted all over again. It's going to be very hot for the next four days, so I have a feeling we'll be sparring for space in front of the air conditioner. 

I have some exciting news for you other fabulous felines. Look what I spotted in the front hall the other day! 

I have a feeling that the furball may be moving out! Ahhh, to once again be the king of my castle, errr, condo!  I'll keep you posted. In the meantime, I've got to go do some purr-lates and add some more scratches to the sofa arms.

Regards,

Mica

Dog-tired.

Mommy's been staying up really late and getting up really early to work (something scary-sounding that she calls "deadlines") so I've been exhausted, not getting my 12 hours a night of beauty sleep. So that's what I'm going to do today. 

For some reason, Mommy likes to take photos of me while I'm sleeping. Thank goodness she hasn't been able to capture me talking in my sleep on video. (She doesn't know what I'm saying but you all might!)

When I was a youngster, I'd fall asleep with my favorite ball in my mouth.

Sometimes, my bed wasn't big enough.

"If you want the best seat in the house, move the dog." Mommy has a pillow that says that!

Ahhhh!

Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to catch up on my zzz's. Who knew blogging could be so exhausting?

My life as an artist's muse

Myrna and Asta's Mommi's beautiful paintings (and believe me, I've seen them close up and they are even more spectacular than they appear in photos...kinda like me!) 

Here are some of my favorite works of art. 

The first is Puppy by Jeff Koons. He usually lives in Bilboa, Spain, but in the summer of 2000, he came to live in Rockefeller Center in New York. He was 43 feet high and covered with real flowers. My Mommy's office was right around the corner at the time, so even though I wasn't born yet, I think Puppy planted an idea in Mommy's head about getting an extra large terrier puppy of her own!

A few years ago, we met a very nice young man from England named Laurence Richardson who is a natural history artist. He creates illustrations and paintings for zoos and museums and aquariums. He also is very good at playing ball with me. If you go to his site, you'll see my portrait representing his dog paintings.  He used graphite and tea to create my portrait. Mommy thinks he really captured my expressive eyes.

Mommy recently went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to see some more Jeff Koons sculptures on the roof. (I couldn't go.) Her favorite was this big balloon dog sculpture. This is what I'd look like if I went to paw-lates with Mica! Hee hee.

We went to visit our good friends at Jeffreys and they had a fashion display with characters from the Archie cartoons. I know they were drawn a long time ago, but I can't help but think I bear a certain resemblance to this fellow.

Finally on our tour of my favorite dog art is this collage I inspired. Can you guess the famous (and fabulous) artist??? It's Myrna and Asta's Mommi!!! My Mommy just had a birthday (she's a little over 7 dog years...) and Mommi created this birthday present. I think I look very handsome here, don't you?

Some sad news...

I just found out this evening that my first girlfriend, Gracie, was crossing the Rainbow Bridge today. When I was just a young pup, my dog nanny would walk us together and Gracie taught me how to be a well-behaved, polite young pup. She'd never bite at me or growl, just lift a lip when I'd get out of line. She was a sweet old black and tan shepherd/collie mix. Please say your prayers for her Mommy tonight as I know she will feel as if a part of her heart is missing. And then give your people a snuggle and think that Gracie is now running around like a young pup once again. 

'Til we meet again...say goodnight, Gracie.

Today is all about swimming...

It is my absolute favorite thing to do in the summer time. Heck, I even like to do it in the winter! This past January, I was down on Hilton Head Island, SC visiting my Grannie and I'd run into the ocean after chasing tennis balls on the beach to cool off my belly. (And I run so fast, sparks fly off my paws. At least I think so!)

I don't understand why bath time isn't as much fun as going swimming? Mommy tries to convince me that it's the same thing, but we know better, don't we? 

One day, she was trying to get me to come home from the dog run and I wasn't quite ready to go. So whenever she'd grab the leash, I'd jump into this bucket. She calls it "Dog Soup with Tennis Ball garnish." 

Once last summer it was so hot and steamy, Mommy took me to a place with an indoor swimming pool just for dogs! ("Fine with me!" says Mica.) It was filled with dozens of tennis balls, but every time I'd run around the edge and try to get one, it would bob under the water. Finally, I fell in. I wasn't too crazy that I couldn't touch the bottom, but one of the nice ladies there got me a lifejacket. Don't I look like I should be on Baywatch???

I was here first. Well, second.

Hi everyone! 

I'm Mica, the cat who graciously decided to let that scruffy dog share my lovely home. I am 18 years old in human years, but I don't look a day over 5! I have kept up with my purrlates and have a trim and agile figure. Can't make it to the top of the armoire in a single bound like the old days, but I can still jump on the bed (and guess who can't without help from Mommy???) Mostly, I like to sit by Mommy on the couch when she's working on her computer and help her with some of the spelling. Here's a photo of me with old whatshisname crowding me, as usual. Mommy's a writer but we're the ones who come up with the really good ideas!

I'm happy to see there are so many pussycats on this blog! Although I have to admit, my dog does come in handy. We've discovered where Mommy keeps the treats and if she leaves the cupboard unlocked, I can knock them out and then Petey opens them for us. I just have to move fast to get my share before he gobbles them all up!

I'd start a blog of my own but it would really cut into my nap time. So look for entries from me from time to time (hmmmm - entrees! Time for dinner!)

Regards,

Mica