we're BAAAAAAAAack!

... but only Bast knows for how long.

Nitro:  y'see, it's like this. we hafta depend on mommer to do the keyboard thingy fer us, an' she's just plain lazy  ummmm, been pretty distracted lately. (DammitJim: yeah, like since last Fall when I came onna scene. i'm a handful, she sez. *snark, snark*) anyway, we will try to whip her into shape errrrrr, convince her that it would be nice if we could be back onna bloggie, even though we see lotsa our furriends ofur on FaceButt. (*cuff* oOW! whatta heck, dammitjim?!) (mommer sez we should be nice to FaceBook acause ofurwise they will conduct tests on us wifout our nowlege, an' we hasn't studied enuf fer enny tests.) oh. well, then. *cheesy grin* them luffly folks at Fa... WAIT A MINNIT! dammit, are you messin' wif me? (*scoots*)

anyhoo, we wantsta register our collectif complaint about last caturday. caturday is the day that all cats holds dear acause lotsa their humans kin stay home an' chill wif 'em, an' it's generally a easy, laid back day fer all consurned. if there is a kitteh hell (an' we can't belief there is, acause ... well, kittehs, y'know!), it's like last caturday.

ackshully, it all started on furriday. both mommer an' dad were home an' bustlin' around like their tails were on fire, inning an' outing, haulin' stuff here an' there, goin' away inna car an' comin' back, shovin' foods inna cold box, makin' some foods that smelled a little iffy (but we snoopervised ennyway), etcatera, etcatera, etcatera. daddy drove his grassmower around the house like a maniac. we couldn't hardly move fast enuf from one window to the next to keep an eye on him! we was plum' azossted by the time supper came around an' we went early to our various beds! (so did they.)

we was convinced they would sleep late on caturday acause they are old, an' workin' that much generally makes 'em pretty docile the next day. but NO! the rug- and toy-sucking monster came out early to torment us. daddy started draggin' stuff through the kitchen an' out onto to our catio, bangin' an' crashin' all the way. then he hauled out stuff outta the little buildings out back an' lugged it up onna deck. mommer was messin' inna kitchen again. we was snoopervisin' (an' gettin' absocatly NUFFIN' fer our eggsellent advice). finely, about middle afternoon, they each went an' stood inna rain box for a while an' then sat down in their poofy chairs when they was dry.

peace at last.

*DING DONG*
"BOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW! WOOF-WOOF-WOOF!"  SLOBBER-SLOBBER!

drat that damnbrownbawg, ennyway!

(thus endeth Part the Furst ... mommer's fingers is numbly-tingly, an' she hasta rest 'em. more tomorrow, we promises!)