You call it grooming...I call it a massage!

Tacumwah helping to hang the vertical blinds.

My brother and I love the scratching post.

Napping on the stairs. I will nap just about anywhere.

Here is the latest news at Blossom Ridge Farm...I get a daily massage! Yep, you heard right. One evening I was in the bathroom watching Mommy get ready for bed and she just got down on the floor with me and started to give me a body massage! It was wonderful! She kept reaching up and putting a little water on her hands; then she would use her fingertips to rub me all over. I rolled from one side to the other, trying to get her to include my entire body. Every once in a while she would collect all the loose hair that the massage generated and put it in the bathroom trash. Marquette told me that I was dumb...that Mommy was really grooming me because I shed worse than any other animal companion in the house. I told him he could call it whatever he liked...that I was calling it a MASSAGE, and that it felt GREAT! I think he is just jealous that I get all that attention. I show up every time Mommy is in the bathroom now, hoping for a massage, but I only get it once a day. Mommy thinks it has helped to cut down on the dust kitties.

~There is no such thing as a FREE kitten!~