Feeling Peachy

Whoosh. That was rough. It was sleep and run to the bathroom. Drink and run to the bathroom. Use the bathroom, then.......run to the bathroom.
But I'm feeling all peachy now....just no more trunk peachy, you know?
Thanks for all the well-wishes. While Carlos was at work, a team of nurses tended to me. tuxedo slept on one side, Max Goldberg on the other, while Consuelo Roca Jones chewed on my toes--Thanks for giving her the idea DD! Tallulah, however, was that drunk nurse, the kind that passes out on a gurney all day, and Ozzo wouldn't come near the cats!
But.....all better now, so let's get this Blogger started!

Caturday: The Nap Time Edition

Cats love to nap. Eat and then nap. Stretch and then nap. Use the litter box and then nap. Nap and then, you guessed it, nap. And they all do it pretty much the same way:curled up in a tight little ball.
All except The Most handsome Cat Ever, Tuxedo, who marches, er, naps, to his own drummer.

Tallulah Belle.
On a dining room chair??!!???

MaxGoldberg.
On a cat bed, like a good boy.

Miss Consuelo Roca Jones.
As the newbie, she hasn't graduated to 'çat bed' yet.

Tuxedo.
Like Sinatra, he does it his way.

Caturday....With A Small Dose Of Dog[?]urday

Tuxedo and Max Goldberg like to sneak off for a 'nap'.
Yeah, that's it......nap.

My two handsome men!

Consuelo Roca Jones.
Hey, if she doesn't know I'm taking her picture,
I don't get the stink eye!

And speaking of stink eye, Tallulah was giving it
when I caught her playing with Consuelo's toy.

And Ozzo, poor Ozzo.
He begged not to be included on Caturday.
He.Begged.

Tuxedo Caturday

I LOVE that face!

We were worried about Tuxedo getting on with Miss Jones 
when she came to live with us. He was leery of MaxGoldberg, 
when Max first came along--though they are best buddies
now. He was leery of Tallulah when she first moved in, and
is still leery of her now because she's one crazy bitch. So,
when Consuelo moved in, we watched him, but then he
started playing with her and chasing her, and letting her

chase him; it's like he's her big brother.

Just adorable.

Consuelo Roca Jones Quits The Modeling Biz

Well, it's not such a shock. After being hounded for two weeks by the bobarazzi, and finding herself splattered across the internet like Britney Spears with electric shears, Miss Consuelo Roca Jones has been granted a reprieve from the Daily Pictorial by the Grand Marquesa de DustBunnies, DavidDust.
She will no longer be making a daily appearance in this space, and I will no longer see this face every time I reach for a camera:

Miss Jones has conceded to making the occasional appearance here, as she is nothing, if not gracious, to her fans. But she will be enjoying her semi-retirement, sitting in windows, trying to slither under doors, chasing Tuxedo, scaring Max, and flopping to the floor because she wants a belly scratch.
Miss Jones regrets she's unable to model today.

Consuelo Roca Jones: #16 of 1500

Damn you DD, and your DustBunny proclamations, this is getting hard!
Still, today I discovered that Consuelo does not like closed doors.
This is the door to a closet in the office, but maybe she thinks it's an escape hatch?

Consuelo Roca Jones: #15 of 1500

Not-so-patiently awaiting her turn on the windowsill.....

Consuelo Roca Jones: #14 of 1500

Finally.......she rests!

Consuelo Roca Jones: #13 of 1500

This new face she makes causes me to wonder if we shouldn't have named her Consuelo Loca Jones!

Consuelo Roca Jones: #12 of 1500

Miss Jones, or Little Girl, or Consuelito, loves a window.
I don't think there's a window in the house she hasn't looked out of, and a window sill upon which she hasn't sat.
This picture makes me wonder....
Is she planning her escape?
Is she thinking, Hmmmm, roasted Cardinal sounds good for dinner?
Or is she planning on rallying the local wild animals to stage a coup at Casa Smallville?
Meanwhile, Ozzo got a bath. And I thought, Thanks heavens for little dogs and big laundry room sinks!
And, like Miss Jones, he seemed ready to plot his escape.

Consuelo Roca Jones: #11 of 1500

When we adopted Miss Jones, they gave us a small bag of cat food, and this toy. It has a ball that runs through a channel, and lights up as it does so, with a scratch pad in the center.
Little Miss Jones loves to bat the ball around and watch it light up.

We also bought another scratching tool for all the cats, but Tuxedo has taken to it most of all. he loves to sit in it, play under, lay atop it, but, most of all, guard it from the other cats.
That's my boy!

Consuelo Roca Jones: #10 of 1500

Today was a mixed bag for Miss Jones.
One Daddy, AKA The Nice One, praised her for using the scratching post twice instead of using, oh, i don't know, a dining room chair, to sharpen her claws.
But the other Daddy, AKA The Latino One, yelled at her because she knocked a Bonsai off the table in the sunroom.
Consuelo did not take the yelling very well, as you can see, from her new spot, under the bed--where she took down the batting from under the box-spring to sleep on......

Consuelo Roca Jones: #9 of 1500

Consuelo Roca Jones: #8 of 1500

She discovered the joys of catnip, and a scratching post.
Her Daddies discovered the joy on not having to yell at her for using a chair as a scratcher.
As Charlie Sheen would say, 'That's winning!'

Consuelo Roca Jones: #7 of 1500

Miss Jones

And, because the other pets are getting jealous of all the attention......

Tuxedo

Max Goldberg

Tallulah Belle

And Ozzo the Pocket Dog

Have You Met Miss Consuelo Roca Jones: #6 of 1500

What a perfect song, dontcha know!

And the perfect singer!

Consuelo Roca Jones: #5 of 1500

Today she was making her presence known.
Nothing was off-limits and she is less cautious around the other cats. At one point I found her being chased down the hall by Tuxedo, and was going to reprimand My Boy, but then Consuelo literally turned tail and chased Tuxedo back up the hall.
All is fair in war.

She discovers a second water bowl.



Consuelo Roca Jones: #4 of 1500

Consuelo has been discovering more and more of the house today. She is being sniffed at by Ozzo, hissed at by Tuxedo, growled at by Max and chased by Tallulah, but she doesn't care.
As someone told me, she's a real Latina Spitfire!

Consuelo Roca Jones: #3 of 1500: She Wants To Live In America*

In honor of Consuelo coming to Smallville:


*This post, and many many others, is for Grand Duchess DustBunny, DavidDust, who has asked that I post pictures of Miss Jones for 1500 consecutive days.

Consuelo Roca Jones: #2 of 1500

Miss Jones is adapting quite nicely. We are keeping her in the Jck-and-Jill bathroom, with her carrier, litter box, food, and a toy that the woman who rescued her gave us.

We let her into the office when one of us is in their and now she just strolls right out and lays on the floor like she owns the joint. 

She met Ozzo face-to-face; they sniffed, she turned tail and went back inside her carrier, but there was no hissing.

Max hissed, and ran; Miss Jones looked at him like he'd hurt her feelings.

I carried Tuxedo into the room, and he hissed, and spit, and growled like a panther at her. Since some asshat veterinarian declawed Tuxedo, he is leery of new cats because he knows he can't protect himself very well. I think he'll be the last one to come around.

Tallulah, on the other hand, is not at all interested because, well, she's crazy, and I think she thinks Consuelo has been here all along.

But all is good, and we are all getting to know one another.