22 December 2014
we feels sorry fur this poor feller (or gal). all alone, not even no ofur doves onna ground. not no cardynuls, no sparrers, no blue jays. doves is fun to watch acause they make so much fluttery flapping, an' there's usually a raft of them around. sometimes there are 10 pairs on our deck, an' the dbd gets real lathered up tryin' to get outta the door befur they all take to the air. we dunno what she thinks she'd do wif one if she gotted it. it'd prolly peck her onna nose an' she'd go cryin' back to mommer.
18 December 2014
17 December 2014
16 December 2014
mommer was feelin' bad for not lettin' us haf a catsmas tree, so she drug out the little one that haz been the fambly tree for the past sevrul years an' putted it up inna front hall. ascuse me, mommer, the foy-yay. [mommer: hey! quit makin' fun of me. i waited 35 years to have a foyer, and by golly, i'll flaunt it if i want to!] ennyway, here it is:
we gotted our revenge last night. try to keep us frum a catsmas tree, eh? well, here you go!
she called us hoolygans an' poopy-butts (well, somethin' like that) but we's sure she din't mean that. she's just cranky befur she hafs her coffee. an' fur the reckerd, it still werks, an' we dunno who dunnit. srsly, we don't. ::silent meow/smirk::
15 December 2014
05 December 2014
acause we hadded guests bisitin' for thanksgiffin', mommer putted out a extra paper roll inna human litterbox room. when they left, we hadn't attackted it at all so she thought it was safe to leave out.
boy, was she wrong! *snicker* who dunnit? we ain't rattin' each ofur out!
04 December 2014
okay, mommer usually makes a big fuss about not decoratin' for catsmas until december 6 (st nicholas's day), but last weekend it was 72 degrees on saturday an' 68 on sunday, wif sleet/ice and 30 for a high on monday, wif a krappy week thereafter. considerin' it's december an' it ain't likely there will be two such nice days onna weekend again between now an' catsmas, she let her inhibitions crumble an' went to work on the outside.
our sisfur-in-law, leslie, made us the pretty wreath several years ago. it even jingles a little when you open the door!
even the crabapple trees got some bling:
an' fank bast, the porch pets Xena an' Leo got the costumes again!
she persuaded (!) daddy to help out on sunday, an' he putted up the lights:
we are furry proud of how our house looks all catsmassy! now, if she'd just get started onna tree inside ... but she sez that will not be until sunday, maybe. an' it's gonna haf a room all to itself, so we kin only bisit it unner her snoopervision acause she hasn't found a way to anchor it to the ceiling. we are furry insulted to find out she finks we would climb it an' cause mass destruction!! *hmpf*