Kisses to you, little one . . .

May perpetual Light shine upon you,
as the light of your presence shone upon us.

farewell, little sprout

May you know eternal peace, sweet innocent Violette. The boundless love
of those in heaven and on earth will be with you always.

yer better off wif a kitty . . .

instead of a .44 magnum!!

a splanation for billy

we noticed that when li'l billy sweetfeets gingersnap commented on "naughty, naughty mencats", he wanted to know if there was somefing wrong wif wantin' to eat all the foods.

well, yes, li'l furriend, in our case there is. our brofur nels is a geezer, an' that means he's furry old an' creakey in his bones, an' he has a prollem wif his heart. he hasta eat special foods that has extra vitymans an' stuff that geezers need to keep onna right side of dirt. they also makes him pee a lot, although we've nefur figgered out what peein' hasta do wif blood pumpin'! so if the foods you is steelin' borrowin' from a kitty has a differnt flavor from your foods, you should make sure that it's not something that is wrong fur you.

although his foods wouldn't hurt us unless we eated them alla time, mom sez we pees quite enough, thankyoufurrymuch, an' we doesn't need to increase our output. she also sez if you beats up on geezer cats or kitties who can't defend themselfs, you'll go to stay wif basement cat. furefurr.

an' besides, if you eat too much, you will asplode.

whitester wednesday

here's our cousin, powder, surveying the world from the safety of her daddy's shoulder. it may look like she's an "odd-eyed" white, but it's just that her lasers are set on two different speeds. she wanted to be ready to either stun or annihilate whatever was making noise on the carport!

ed wears boxing gloves

well, honestly, that's what it looks like in this picture!

naughty, naughty mencats

::music up:: "whatcha gonna do when they come for you, bad cats, bad cats? . . ."::music fade::

TODAY'S EPISODE: CHAIR JAIL

convicted losers, nitro (left) and edmund (right) agreed to make this PSA as part of a plea-bargain deal :

"kitties, when you try to strong-paw a geezer cat outta his food dish, this is what happens to you. you get sent to the chair jail. an' you get held there by a mean ol' matron wavin' a squirt gun. she don't smile, she don't gif you any treats. if you twitch a whisker, she shoots ya. she sez things like, 'we'll see how YOU like goin' wifout food, you bullies. whatcha think of THAT, eh? if suppertime comes an' some big bully browndog comes by an' pushes you an' growls at you, an' then eats yer food? eh? whattaya say? i can't HEAR you!!! . . .' an' stuff like that. It's no fun, especially if it's before she's had her coffee. so don't be a bully. geezers needs their foods, too. be good kitties, or you'll end up like us--in chair jail. we is furry sorry we was bad an' do not recommend the life of a bully. "

(overheard: is that camera still rollin'? off? good. jeez; i can't believe i said that [mimicking a baby girl-cat's voice: "we is furry sorry we was bad . . ."] gimmea break. let's go score some nip. i need to think about how to get his suppe . . . was that rain i just felt? it felt wet. awwww, crap!--she's got the squirter . . . !)

::music up and out:: "whatcha gonna do when they come for you, bad cats, bad cats? . . ."

don't think too hard, it's sunday!

while mom an' dad was passing the emergency pet hospital today (for a change, NOT hauling one of us in, thank bast!), they noticed the markee said, "is your pet right-pawed or left-pawed? ask a vet tech!" when they got home, mom started to check onna innernets, an' this is what she found:

The cat can also be a right pawed cat, a left pawed cat, or they can be ambidextrous. “Righty, Lefty or Both?” states that “Cats tend to have paw dominance somewhat akin to the right- and left- handedness found in humans. In one study, researchers reported right front paw usage was observed in 20 percent of the cats, while another 38.3 percent favored the left side. The remaining 40 percent were ambidextrous.”

so, lady- an' gentlecats, whattaya have to say about this? true? false? examples? anecdotes?

feh!

this is what our 'nip nanner looks like after the dambrowndog got hold of it. it doesn't matter that she din't chew it to pieces--we will NEFUR touch it again. woofie-spit---GAHHHHHHHHH!

doin' the fully monty

edmund has posted his full monty ofur on doing the q. he hopes you'll remember him when it gets votin' time!

feline friday

we got to discussing our purrsonalities the ofur day (all right, we were fighting), an' mom broke it up wif a promise to vestigate why we is like we is. here's some of what she found, wif some charts down towards the end of it. whaddaya fink? we all know the T.A.T. part is true!

a PSA for efurrybody

we all need as many "awwwwwwww" moments as we can manage. here's a contribution to your smile stockpile. and no comments saying, YUM or NOM need to be posted;-) we'll take that as a given from some of you.

oh, yay! we is awarded!!

our dear furriends, the st. louis meezers, has giftied us wif this award:we is furry proud to get it, an' will try to live up to it. we's sposed to pass it on to five more kitties, an' this is a portant decision, so we will mull it ofur an' make our awards a little later inna week, 'cause our thinkers is in "sunday" mode;-)

breakfast for 4, please

EXTREME FLOOFAGE!!!

ed's freshly-shampooed floofage. mom calls him her little flokati rug!!

not-quite-a-mancat-yet monday

on saturday, mom went to visit her furriend, auntie joni (who was the furst mom of our uncle-charlie-of-blessed-memory) an' got to meet our newest cousin: we gif you . . . (drum roll, please) . . .

CATO

he is a dimple-rumpy manx wif siamese markings. he has just a ittle bunny-fluff stuck on behind. it's really just the outside of a tail, wif no bone in it! an' his hinder legs are taller than his front ones, just like manxes should be. he sorta bunny-hops, too, but it sure don't slow him down--mom sez he's a li'l ball of fire when he plays!

you kin see inna top picture anna bottom one that he has some tigery-stripes comin' out on his legs an' face, so it'll be fun to see what he looks like all growed up. he's a pretty handsome feller already!
as he walked past mom's leg, he stopped an' hopped sideways in surprise when he furst noticed her tattoo! he sniffed at it an' patted it furry tentatively a couple of times before deciding it was nothing he wanted to play wif. (we will gif snaps to anycat who can identify the style of mom's design.) (an' no, cousin pam an' miss ginger, you can't play, acause you already know!)

cato is also furry s-m-a-r-t, an' auntie joni is prolly gonna haf a pretty lively time wif him in her life. an' here she thought she was gonna haf a nice, quiet retired life;-D

you kin see inna bottom picture that he has one of those ball-in-a-racetrack-ring toys--well, even though he really likes it an' loves to play wif it, that's not enuf fur him. he picks up his ofur toys (like the spiky jingle-ball we sent him) an' takes 'em ofur an' drops 'em inna racetrack, an' waits for THEM to go around, too. so far, he's been disappointed, an' we feel sorry fur the li'l feller--if he's smart enuf to figger out that it might be possible to make stuff to go, he oughta get his wish!!

if monty sez it's OK, we's gonna post his picture inna monty-q contest, even though he don't bloggify, just so you can all see how cute he is!!

REX, AVE ATQUE VALE!

THE HERO KING

HE LIVES FURREFUR IN OUR HEARTS.

check us OWT!

we is in the carnival of the cats this week!!!

how we spent our 4th of july

in durance vile, that's how!!! there was no flag-wavin', hot dogs, mom an' apple pie. was unamerican, we tells ya!! it was an apocatlypto!!

oh, ok, there was a flag wavin'. there was a mom, all right, but she had shampoo in her hand. there was a hot dawg, but she was dipped. apple pie? try pills!! an' for us innocent kitties, there was incarceration, plain an' simple.

it's all them darn fleazers' fault! they crowded in an' brought alla their relatives last week, so mom 'n' dad got some organic stuff to sprinkle onna carpets an' furnychur, an' to drop on our necks acause mom had been worryin' more an' more about chemicals an' kitties. but we turned into greasy, itchy messes, an' the fleas LOVED the organic stuff. they liked it so much, they sold it at their circuses for treats! we counted five circuses and 11 carnivals!!!

so today, the house got rug-sucked even in places there wasn't rugs, an' the slaughter of the fleazers began. we all got capstar pills, an' the fleazers drove us WILD in their haste to get offa us before they died; not many made it out alive.

xing (who has a really BAD flea allergy an' was all scabby) an' the geezer cat got baths wif a oatmeal soap in it. more fleazers perished. them two got packed into PTUs an' dumped onna carport.

then ed & nitro got dipped and stuffed in their PTU. still more fleazers became ex-fleazers.

cocoa got dipped, but SHE got to go run out inna field an' roll around. no PTU for her. unfair!!! she's a dawg, for bast's sake; she's a lesser being--an' she went free! where's that kitty constitution? there oughtta be somethin' in there about persecution!

then they put bombs inna house (but we din't hear no loud noises, an' it din't fall down), an' we languished in our PTUs onna carport for almost three hours! if we hadn'ta been soppin' wet [mom's note: we toweled 'em off, honest, we did!], we coulda took several naps in that time. but NOOOOOOOO. we hadda work, work, work to get ourselfs presentable again. an' after we FINALLY got back inna house, they made us STARVE a whole half hour before giffin' us our just desserts. an' main courses. an' by golly, there BETTER BE QUALITY TREATS later!

although it was kinda nice sittin' outside, chatterin' at the birdies up close, seein' the damdog make a bigger fool of herself by chasin' her ball, an' watchin' dad usin' a tennis racket an' a baseball bat to do battle wif a big ol' bee who din't wanna share carport space wif us. we could get useta that "outside" thing, if we din't hafta be locked in our PTUs. dad laughed at the notion of a stroller, an' we've tried the halter an' leash thing. maybe we can get them to get us a tent!anyway, that's the story of the inglorious fourth at our house. we hope none of you endured such a day, but had a safe, happy celebration wif yer famblies!

13 things that suck about rain

1. thunderboomers - an' we mean scary, house-rattlin', hide inna kitchen cabinet-type scary
   
2. bangers - little thunderboomers that don't scare, but disturb us enough to make us open an eye while nappin'
   
3. excessive wetness - damdog goes out to pee, comes back, an' shakes an' showers us
   
4. sunlessness - no warm spots to nap in
5. birdlessness - all hidin' from the rain in their dry nests
   
6. squirrellessness - ditto
7. crankyness - gloom makes mom an' dad peevish
   
8. chilliness - which goes wif #9:
9. humididitty - both of which make the beans run the A/C alla time, an' we freeze!!
10. sameness - borin', borin', borin' landscape fulla drips; it useta be fun watchin' 'em until we found out we couldn't catch 'em . . . an' wouldn't like 'em, if we DID catch 'em
11. muddiness - onna floor by the back door from beans & damdog goin' in-and-out, which is no fun to step in while peekin' out the door-window
    
12. slipperiness - onna floor where wet feets has been, lessening trackshun while playing T.H.O.E.
    
13. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz :nap time:
    

the ORIGINAL wordless--sphynx!

seldom-seen toezies

nelson lapurr's old toezies, kinda worn, but still serviceable!

mancat monday

nitro, the squinty sphynx, originally uploaded by olrebbie.

some mencats are just no good wifout their morning coffee--just like some menbeans!! don't worry--he'll steal some from mom's cup as soon as her back is turned. cream . . . yum!!!!

sunday, sweet sunday

we loves to help mom read the sunday paper. it's a cooperative effort--see? even xing an' ed aren't brawling! sundays are mellow.

how we spends our time

kilroy's meme

kilroy the cat tagged us for a "quirky" meme, so we made a fambly project outta it. here's the rules:

1. Link to the one who tagged you.

2. List the rules on your blog.

3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.

4. Tag some blogger friends with links.

5. Leave a comment on their blog to let them know they've been tagged.

6. What's a quirk?

1. nels: i like to lay on the carpet where mom sprays the de-stinker spray when someone makes an oopsie!! i get all rub-myself-all-over-it an' wide-eyed.
   
2. nitro: i am fearless. fearless (and squinty-eyed) in the face of the water schpritzer, fearless in the face of the knuckle-on-toppa-the-head, fearless in the face of the spoon bowl on my noggin. (::ed: that's not fearless, that's stoopid. you has got rapped so many times fer pushin' yer face into beans's foods while they's still eatin' 'em, yer just pixilated::)
   
3. xing: i only drinks FRESH, like i mean you gotta pour it now, just before i drink, water. My Mommy says i could die of thirst in a room with a gallon of water that was poured last night.
   
4. ed: i chews the li'l hard tips offa dad's shoelaces an' leave 'em lay there next to the shoes like empty bug skins. mom gets wigged out sometimes by this. *smirk*
   
5. nels: i like to lay with only my hinders on beans' laps, and hold onto the chair arm with my front paws.
   
6. ed: i will NOT poop in the litter box, only right next to it. even if it's brand-new fresh and nitro hasn't stuck his stinky hind end in it yet, no sirree! pee, yes; poop, no.
   
7. nitro: i know what flavor the damnbrowndog has. feh.
   
8. xing: i don't know how to play. My Mommy drags stuff in front of me, rolls stuff past me, dangles stuff in my whiskers, an' pats my paws, an' i just get all hissy. i just don't get it. i would just rather be skritched.
   

now we tags miss mittens polypaws, wmd, jimmyjoe, an' toby and/or cupcake!

t'abby normal's meme

well, t'abby normal has tagged nitro for a meme. here goes:

Rules: 1. be honest; 2. tag other kitties; 3. have fun!

What is your name? nitro s (for "stubborn") pierce
If you could change your name what would it be? chaos; as a matter of fact, you can call me CAPTAIN chaos.
What is your pet's name (it can be a webkinz or a real pet)? kin i count my faverite toy? 'cause i takes really good care of it by whappin' damnbrowndog inna nose when she tries to eat it! it's a fev-ver butt mousie called "checkers"!
If you could change your pet's name what would it be? nuffin'; i LIKE "checkers".
What is your brother or sister's name? ed, nels, an' xing
If you could change their name what would it be? stoopid, cranky, an' b*tchy (well, they're not dwarfs, an' this isn't eggsactly a fairy tale, after all >;-)

Now tag as many people as letters in your new name for yourself. OK, I tags flynn (an' eric, if he's feelin' up to it), li'l billy sweetfeet, tripper, an' daisymae maus.

(by the bye, t'abby, since you commented on the damnbrowndog's pose, we realized you weren't blogging yet when the "monty-q" was born. monty of "survival of the furriest" first posted a picture of himself in this pose here. we believes it was his cuz, skittles the huntress, of "the whole kitten kaboodle" who named it after him. we cats thought it was almost the greatest thing since dried catnip--after a couple of months, there was even a contest with lotsa kitties sending in pictures of themselfs or their sibs in the same attitude [or versions thereof] . our edmund even got some recognition!)

weird wednesday

cocoa does the monty-q!!

tabby tummy & toezies tuesday!

floofy toes an' tummy get toasted inna sun!

fadder's day at our house . . .

was - as many days have been recently - a trifle damp. *sigh*

after the storm . . .

we bloggin' kitties are so incredibly lucky. we knows comfort, love, an' peace in our lifes here on earth.

but didja efurr think of alla the furries who were rejected, abused, neglected, or homeless in life? they also live at the bridge. who comes to meet them beside the road?

it's the beans who was rejected, abused, neglected, or homeless (an' beans who allus wanted furriends but couldn't haf 'em) that also travels along that same road to heaven.

when they come into view, they are greeted jubilantly. there are ecstatic hops, skritches, jumps, pettin's, sleeks, pats, licks, rubs, an' purrs given an' received as each recognizes his or her most special furriend--oh, such joy!

then they, too, enter heaven togefur, rejoicing that at long last, they know the love and peace they missed on earth.

(we read somethin' like this on the innernets a long time ago an' hasn't seen it since. thought we'd polish it up a bit an' share wif you.)

soror, ave atque vale . . .

we will meet again in health and joy!

weird wednesday

there is something SERIOUSLY wrong wif this kitty. let's all purr that she recovers her sanity!! (it looks like she's a black kitty and her right front paw has something orange-y stuck on it, but we saw her in anofur video, an' she's a T.A.T wif a golden paw!)

oh, look!!!

miss daisy's been moonlightin' as a calendar model, just like ed!!

memorial day wif mom

we wants efurryone to remember that this is the "thanksgiving day" that comes inna springtime--we gifs thanks for alla beans who have kept us safe an' for alla beans who are still doin' it. they are all PAWESOME!!!mom an' dad was gonna take cocoa inna boat out inna lake to catch fishes early this morning, but the trip got rained out, an' there's more boom-and-flash coming, so they wented back to bed. soon as mom got up (see her nightgown an' unbrushed hairs?), we told her how glad we were that she was gonna be home. mom doesn't skritch xing when xing lays on her acause she drools! (xingy, we mean; mom only drools when she sleeps.) an' right after dad took this picture, nitro fell ofur backwards onto the floor while trying to reach a difficult spot to clean. *hahahaha*

(Meower Mom here: You can tell that i would do anything for my kitties by the mere fact that I let them publish this picture. Happy Memorial Day--Never Forget!)

SURPRISE!!!!!

THE MEOWERS SENDS YOU
BEST FISHES FOR THE COMING YEAR!!

uh-oh!

ed's on Mom's List--an' we don't mean the chrissmus card list!last night, he was sleepin' on mom's left arm an' rolled ofur into a more comfy position. a paw hit the picture box controller, which fell onto the table with a clatter. he panicked at the noise, an' launched hisself into space off mom's tum. we bet he's not sittin' on mom tonight! (she stalked off to get the purr-ox-eyed, mutterin' somethin' about ed goin' to see somebody called "basement cat" . . .)

busy, busy, busy mancat

here's our ed, giving a whole new meaning to "hunt and peck" typing! he's gotta get wif it, ofurwise we won't be postin' at all--mom's gonna haf less time than efurr to help us visit an' blog this week.

some portant beans are comin' soon to spect her day hunting place an' efurrybean hasta spit an' polish an' file an' make typing papers all pretty (like she does) , so the portant beans will keep on buying their puters from them. she says it's a cue-sea spection, but we don't haf any idea what billiards an' the ocean hafta do wif puters.

we watches billiards onna living room picture box, an' we would like to go see them for real--those little balls just scoot around SO fast an' would be SUCH fun to chase an' play wif! the ocean? ptooey; it's wet an' we don't want nunna that!

nelson's meme

nels sez: my good bud, mickey, tagged me for this meme. mick, i'm sorry i forgot to thank you for includin' me in your "tuxedo cat" line-up #2--i guess i forgets i'm really a tuxie acause of my coloring--but all i wear of a tux is "the tail"! ;-) pretty skimpy, an' sorta racy for a geezer kitty!!

1. What was I doing 10 years ago? same as today--sleepin' inna kitchen window, crunchin' my crunchies, an' occasionally swattin' anofur cat--only back then, it was midnight or charlie fluffy-tail who got swatted.

2. Five Things on my to do list today. sleep; eat; nap; beg for temptations; doze.

3.Three snacks I enjoy. temptations, any flavor; cheetos; doritos.

4.Things I would do if I were a billionaire. invite alla homeless kitties (wif a separate yard for alla woofies, an' a airplane-hangar size hutch for the buns) to come live wif us; revive mom after she sees alla kitties arriving; buy several bathtubs an' fill them wif primo nip, an' haf a string toy hanging above them that would shower down more nip, an' invite the whole blogosphere ofur for a par-tay; hire the black furrball for a cruise to fiji, acause i like the name; tell mom & dad to go moon their respective employers an' come on HOME!!.

5. Three of my bad habits. i don't have any; i'm too old.

6.Five places I have lived. outside, wif my furmother an' sib; daddy's warehouse; here in my furrefur home--all here in springfield .

7. Five jobs I have had. dad's helper inna warehouse (mouser); dad's accounting helper (i can run a 10-key!); uncle eeker of blessed memory's 2nd in command; house boss (retired); champeen sleeper.

so many other kitties has done this meme, if you hasn't already, you can consider yourself tagged!!

Mancat Monday!!

daddy helps nitro keep himself in tip-top mancatly shape by "turnin' his liver ofur" regularly. mom & dad had a bean furriend who swore by it!! seems to've worked so far for nitro! ;-)

see you inna funny papers!

toesie tuesday!

WEDNESDAY NOTE: they're edmund's toesies!!

whose are these? ed's or xing's? YOU decide!

sunday: late edition!

ok, so it's really late monday. but mom's been busy sortin' cloes an' foldin' an' packin' 'em for gramma's big yard sale in a couple weekends. we helped a lot--snoopervised an' held efurrything still so she could decide if it was a keeper or a seller! here is a couple pictures of us helpin':

ma'mselle l'feline mystique

knock knock!!

Nels:
Knock, knock!
Who's there?
B-4.
B-4 who?
B-4 I freeze to death, please open this door!

Ed:
Knock-knock!
Who's there?
Tabby!
Tabby who?
Tabby or not ta bee!

Nitro:
Knock knock.
Who's there?
Meow.
Meow who?
Take meow to the ballgame.

Xing Lu:
Knock knock.
Who's there?
Wendy.
Wendy who?
Wendy cat's away the mice will play.

(an' scroll down for another post . . .)

our mom's mis-spent youth . . .

she din't know any better then.
she knows better now, you betcha!!
this was prolly the great- great- great- great- great- great- great- great- great- great- great- great- great- great- great- . . .

MOM: *SQUIRT* enough with the "greats" already, you guys! i'm not THAT old!!

. . . grandparent of the vishus deers who plague kitties in michigan today! (gee, mom; ya don't hasta be so tetchy--efurrybody inna blogosphere knows you're sixty squillion naps old--you let us post it onna bloggie!)

MOM: lissen, sonnyboy, there was enough of the drink taken at that party to guarantee i didn't even notice you had the camera, much less figure that you'd go posting about it. you oughta know that a bean party at our house is pretty sure to be embarrassing at SOME point or other.

oh, we do, mom. we do. *snicker*

*SQUIRTY SQUIRT SQUIRT SQUIRT*

*run away!!!!!*

(peeyes: yesterday's guest star, "lemon laser eyes" is our cousin, powder.)

wordless wednesday

(biggify for full effect - the lemon laser eyes of death!!)

purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!

FREAK-OUT FRIDAY!!!

mom & dad wented out to look for a new machine to replace mom's ancient green one, an' THIS is what they discovered in the front yard of an ofurwise purrfectly normal-looking home:

***THE MISSOURI HEADQUARTERS
OF THE VISHUS DEERS!!!!***

they haf the absolute crust to brag about themselfs by advertisin' the location this flagrantly! we din't see no beans around, so we dunno if they is bein' held hostage an' stockholm'd, or if they is willing participants . . . or if they has been *shudder* eaten!! we can't quite figger out what role the swans play, eifur. dessert? fev-ver factories for kitty-lures?

there is something more than usually upsettin' about the big deer onna right, but we can't quite put our paw on it . . .

if you wanna know the location so you can avoid teleporting around it on the way to our house, we can email it to you.

PLEASE, PLEASE be extraordinarily aware--they are organizing!!!

our NOMSS furriend!

it was lannie's barkday last sunday--we wishes you a shiny happy barkday, lanfear! may you an' your beans live long an' prosper;-)

toesie tuesday!

manly mancat monday

if YOU don't talk to your kitty about 'nip, who will?
(how about those mancatly whisker humps, gals??)

huh? earthquake?

we din't feel nuthin'. we was sleepin' the sleep of the just!! (just kitties, that is.) mom & dad were in lala-land, too.