thursday thirteen

(phoned in to mom at work)

why ice storms are not good for kitties:

1. our potty room is furry, furry cold.
2. there are enchanting shadows on the ceiling from the candles & lamps, and we can’t catch them.
3. mom won’t let us sit on the kitchen table while she reads, ‘cause she’s “nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs” that we’ll swish our tails in the candle flames. (OK, I don’t guess we’d like it either.).
4. oil lamp fumes stink ferociously bad, even to a kitty
5. beans get grumpier the longer they’re without power.
6. we get stepped on more frequently, ‘cause lamp- and candle-light aren’t enough to see us by (poor beans, with their insufficient eyesight—not like US!)
7. laps go vertical—frequently without warning—as the beans get up to go toast their butts against the woodstove.
8. there are no warm windowsills for sunning.
9. there is no sun for sunning. period.
10. our suppers are below par on preparation and presentation – again with the poor lighting excuse!
11. that brown cow, cocoa, is feistier than efurr when she comes back inside from a potty trip and chases us with more vim, vigor, and vitality than is good for us.
12. nelson hogs the chair closest to the woodstove—he only leaves to eat and go potty, and if one of us gets into the chair while he’s gone, he rousts us!

And worst of all:
13. WE CAN’T VISIT OUR BLOGGIE FRIENDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

we’s thinkin’ of yas all, and wonderin’ what’s going on in the blogosphere. mom has read all y’all’s comments and told us about ‘em, but it’s nefurr the same as really seein’ ‘em for yourself! an’ she can’t take the time at work to explore bloggies, so we don’t get much news. we’ll be back eventually, though!

purrs,
nels, ed, nitro, and xingxing