wordless wednesday

tabby tuesday . . .

mom sez payshunts is a verchoo, an' i likes to keep
mom happy, so i am verchoous when he does stuff like this.

but paybacks is h*ll--
this is why i sing for my brekfust at 4:30 ayem.
he keeps sabbatoojeyin' my naptime.

ex-feral furriday

Uncle Eeker!!!
you've heard us mention him before, so now you can put a face wif the name. this is mom's bestest picture of our long-ago uncle. she just found it in an album, so she scanned an' posted it for all of us to see. he was part of a feral fambly that lived in mom's back yard one summer. mom rescued his orange littermate, mouse mcnasty (The First Cat), acause their cat mama had left him behind when she moved the brood--not once, but twice! the other kitties from the litter grew up wif the mama an' stayed away from beans.

one by one throughout the summer, howefur, the mama cat an' ofur kitties disappeared, an' finally only the half-grown grey tuxie remained. he was still wary, but would come to the back porch to eat chows mom left out for him.

one very cold fall morning, mom opened the door an' he din't run away. he sneezed; he coughed. she touched him, an' he din't flinch or move, just looked at her wif goopy eyes. she picked him up and brought him in, wrapped him in a towel, an' called a neighbor to please take them to the v-e-t.

eekie was a furry sick boy fur a while, but the meddysins the v-e-t gave him finally made him better. soon he an' his brofur were playin' an' rough-housin', an' that's how he came to live inside. he lived a long, healthy life, an' became the King of the Cats in our house. mom an' dad still talk about him, an' we wishes we had knowed him. (you kin clickify on his picture to see mom's flickr post.)

terrrorfyin' thursday! *NOT SUITABLE FOR THE WEAK-STUMMICKED OR VERY YOUNG KITTEHS*

WARNING: maybe you should put yer paws ofur yer eyes an' just peek at this post insteada readin' it outright. you might haf nap-mares!!!
oh, dear bast! we din't know until today that mom stayed in a house in michigan when she went to our dear auntie ethel's funeral a couple of weeks ago. we thought she was safe inna hotel. we are nefur, efur letting her go to michigan again, where the vishus deer are SO vishus that they chase you right through the walls into the house!!!

fortunately, this feller got stuck inna wall, so he couldn't get nobean, not mom, not gramma, not auntie marilyn or uncle john--they all hadda sleep there two nights, an' mom sez she' nefur closed an eyelid the whole time acause she hadda watch to see if the deer was gonna get loose of the wall!! he has been stuck there a pretty long time, we finks, acause she sez he has perfected the art of stayin' furry, furry still while watchin' his prey.

*ooooooooooooooo! it gives us frinklebots just thinkin' of this!!!*

wordless wednesday

a little talk on tuesday . . .

man(bean) to man(cat) about:

1. who ate the last of the cornbread, and
2. why did he do it at 3:30 in the ayem?!?, and
   
3. is he gonna do it again?
   

answers: (easy-peasy)

1. two guesses, and the first one doesn't count,
2. because that's when the aluminum pan makes the loudest clatter on the kitchen floor tiles!
3. duh.

mancat monday

mencats is flexible!

wordless wednesday

i am mortified!!

*BLUSH* *BLUSH* *BLUSH*

samantha & tigger an' us4 was right! my rotten, no-good brofurs finally asplained about a "pear" anna "pair". they hooted an' hollered an' teased alla time they were asplainin'. those boycats are coarse, coarse, coarse!!

WHY would My Mama think i would even WANT such things???? they just gets lopped offa boycats, anyway, so how much could they haf to do with bein' brave?? i finks their portance must be vastly overrated. lotsa boycats AN' girlcats are brave an' haf adventures, so i don't see the connection at all. My Mama sez there are lotsa mysteries that are not meant to be solved. maybe this is one of them.

what's wrong wif my spelling??!

My Mama is laffin' an' laffin'. she saw my post about the pear, an' said my spellin' could use a little improvement. she said the improvement would make the whole phrase clear, but i still don't get it. a pair of WHAT???

toezie toosday

a nice matched set of nitro-toes!

grow a pear?

that's what My Mama sez to me efurry time i run yowling through the house, or hiss or spit or smack at those boogery boycats. i don't unnerstand. "oh, xing, fergossakes, GROW A PEAR!" how will that help me? i has tasted pears, an' they are juicy-yummy, but just can't imagine how growing a pear can help me keep those boycats away. i know growing it involves digging inna dirt an' droppin' a seed an' coverin' up an' fertilisin' an' waterin'--an' i can take care of all that! but what will growin' a pear help me do to those nasty boys?

sunday morning frost

nitro: yeah, frost. it's my butt that's frosted, howefur!! in both senses of the word. daddy is on the hiss list. boooooo! hissssss! he din't make a nice cozy fire last night OR this morning before he left for whatefur it is he left fur, an' it's so cold . . .
xing (offstage, left) : how cold is it???
n: not so cold that we would efur think of letting YOU inna nap pile, you pr. . .
MOM: Sonny, no name calling. Dad's company is taking part in a trade show, and he's the manager, so he's gotta be there even though it's Sunday. Now, behave.
n: sure. like dad behaved all night. he was out here snorin' an' mutterin' an' NOT PLAYIN' when we wanted to. an' we brought him all our best toys that cocoa hasn't eaten yet, an' all we got for our troubles was additions to the bad word list. an' i bin hafin' to wear ed's tail like a scarf to keep my delicate meower in working order so i can sing throughout the house later.
M: Well, you better stifle that singing tonight. Dad has a cold and is having trouble breathing when he lies down flat, so sleeping in the recliner helps him.
n: hah! he obviously does not haf a grasp on the nature of things in our house. beds in bedrooms is where beans sleep, an' recliners in living rooms is where cats sleep. you guys won't let us sleep in yer bed, so how come he gets to sleep in ours???
M: Mostly because he pays for the bed AND the recliner, you ingrate. It wouldn't be anything at all to you to move to the other recliner. I see you sleeping willy-nilly in all the chairs in the living room all the time. What difference does it make which one you sleep in?
n: the same difference it makes to dad, i guess. it's where i WANNA sleep.
M: Just hush your pert mouth, buster. In his case, that recliner is molded to his butt and it's more comfy. Your butt doesn't care where it's parked. Besides, you guys don't know what cold really is. Look at these pictures from Chicago--it's so cold that the birdies have to leave for warmer climates before their houses fill up with snow, and even the trees have to wear blankets!!
n: ??????
M: Yeah. So cork up.
n: corking up now, mom. (aside, to ed: jeez. she grew up there; no wonder she's so . . .)
M: WHAT??????
n: *ahem* ahhhh, no wonder you're so, um, so brave an' hardy an' stuff . . .
M: Yes, I'm sure that's what you were going to say.

plastic head

Mamma?
yes, my little princess cat?
why are you usin' the cell phone alla time instead of the one onna table that we like to whap an' play wif?
because the one you guys knock down every other minute is broken.
did we break it?
one of you did. i'm not mentioning names, but his initials are edmund percival.
oh. why is My Daddy crawlin' onna floor behine the cliner chairs where we sleep?
because he has to fix the phone.
Mamma!! he's usin' words from the bad word list!
yes, he certainly is.
is he gonna use 'em ALL up?
yes, probably.
does that help with fixin'?
i doubt it, but it might help keep your daddy from snatchin' ol' ed baldheaded when he catches him, because your brofur is a twerp.
well, yes. but what does twerpyness haf to do wif bad words?
ed has the particular kind of twerpyness that makes him eat plastic. you know he likes to crunch the bread wrappers, and wally-world bags, and the blinds, and sammich bags and such.
why is that so bad?
because it also makes him eat electric cords. he has nibbled my laser printer cord, two digital transfer cords, and now chewed the power cord on the telephone in two! i'm puttin' hot sauce on the new ones as soon as daddy's done.
like you puts on tacos? will ed like that?
let's hope not.
*smirk* i won't say a word >;-)

oh-so-freaky friday . . .

we presents for your delectation:

http://groups.google.com/group/talk.origins/browse_thread/thread/9263b3be16d586f3/5241e6c947f8431e?pli=1

okay, it's a little out of date, but we've had other things to do . . . . besides, some of us weren't even borned yet when this church was organized! (ummmm, make that none of us were even borned yet, an' mom neglected to tell us about it. she has been remiss in our religious education; the never-cleaned litter-box awaits her. oh, wait; that's already at our house.)

please note: the meowers are not responsible for the tenets expressed in the text quoted. although some of them seem downright logical . . .

you see what i hafta put up with?

cocoa's a pretty nice woofie mosta the time, but gosh! sometimes she gets carried away; i think she thinks her squirrel toy and i are related
--an' my tail's not fluffy at all!!

izzis a welcome home ceremony?

or a cat wif a itchy head? YOU decide!

woe

our grampa has goned to the heavenly gates, an' collected woofied penny an' nitnoy at the rainbow bridge as he passed. our gramma is sad, but knows it's fur the best acause he wasn't nefur gettin' any better (or younger). so *wavin' paws*, bye-bye, grampa! we loves you!!

*sigh* sad news

the bean hopsital in chicago, where our grampa (who is 96) has been fur the last week wif a erinary fection has called gramma to say he is furry close to the rainbow bridge. so mom & dad are packing to leave. cocoa is goin' to gramma & grampa pierce's house an' miss ginger & mr gary will come ofur an' feed us & pet us. please purr an' purrray that grampa passes peacefully, that gramma is comforted, an' that mom & dad are safe on their trip to that snowy place. (oh, an' fur our auntie marilyn, who is flying there frum tucson an' will prolly beat mom & dad there.)

mom sez she will try to peek in atta cb an' our bloggie fur us while she is gone. love & purrs to y'all--

the meower fambly

what do i spy . . .

wif my little eye?mom sez a flutterby lived there . . .
perhaps . . . it is teh evil!!
i will creep up on ithmmmm. don't smell like no evil . . .
aha! it does not move. i haf scairt it to def!!
how nice it would be to play wif! it sticks to my claws!! but mom sez, "no". so i will go roust xing, instead. HA!

tabby (& some toesies) tuesday

tabbies is spos'd to be mellow kitties. i just dunno what's wrong with that xing-cat!! she nefur lets me get a purr in edgewise, an' gripes even if i look at her exaltedness. sisfurs! bah.

proud woofie!!

cocoa's still furry proud of the toy squirrel she got for catsmas! she totes it around, wagging all the way, for 20 minutes at the time--if not more. she doesn't want to give it to you, just have you notice that she's got it!!

nitro: will chirp & purr for noms!!

ya hasta turn yer sound 'way up loud to hear, but he's purring while he's chirping. he walks around the whole day, chirping, like it's necessary for breathing!

reply to kiril, nitika's human:

(see post below if you are wondering where this comes in . . .)

i am surely not without sin in respect to co-existing with pets, nor did i ever claim to be. but no single cat or dog i ever had ever came close to such danger and tragedy, let alone several of them. luck? probably some. concerted effort on my part and that of my family? certainly.

and on the subject of "judging", these phrases are in the christian bible, too:

# 1Cor. 6:2-3 Do you not know that the saints [the saved] will judge the world? And if you are to judge the world, are you not competent to judge trivial cases? Do you not know that we will judge angels? How much more the things of this life!

# Prov. 3:21 My son, preserve sound judgment and discernment, do not let them out of your sight;

# John 7:24 Judge not according to the appearance, but judge righteous judgment. (NB: while i no longer advocate debalconization or immurement, i still feel my judgment--as a peer [cat owner and human]--was valid).

# Jer. 22:3 Thus saith the LORD; Execute ye judgment and righteousness...

having had more than one cat (like kim), i can truly say i've learned more than a little about how they think and where they hide (or can get into and not out of). and because the lid is shut or the door is closed or whatever does NOT mean the kitty is not in there; the lid or door was not always closed, no matter what you think.

yes, of course we irate kitty-bloggers realized from the git-go that kitties are endowed with "amazing spirit and power"; from what i construe by considering the responses of the cat blogosphere folk is that we collectively decried the fact that poor bess had to live through such a horrible experience to demonstrate it, and that the story was presented in a light manner, rather than as a cautionary tale.

oh, and by the bye, ed, nitro and xing lu are "The MEOWERS from Missouri".

cheryl

an' it goes on . . .

Hey there!

This is Nikita's Human. ;-D

My cat Nikita is my co-blogger in the Nikita's Place wing of Musings of a Mad Macedonian, and he is also a Catster, though he hasn't postred there since April, we are sad to admit.

http://www.catster.com/cats/693857

I read your post about the Bess Story at the LA Times.

I've posted a long, and involving, essay in response to the Besstroversy, on Nikita's wing of my Blog.

If you want to spread the word go right ahead.

CatBloggers Fur Ruffled, Hackles Raised, Cough Up and Toss Hairballs =

http://www.madmacedonian.com/2008/12/catbloggers-fur-ruffled-hackles-raised-cough-up-and-toss-hairballs.html

TB = http://www.typepad.com/services/trackback/6a00d8341ca35a53ef010536995b2a970b

If ya want to burn me at the stake for a heratic, that's fine, too, I'll supply the marshmellows! ;-D

Your friend in CatBlogging,

Kiril Kundurazieff

Putting the ING in Blogging Since Spring 2003!

Musings of a Mad Macedonian = http://www.madmacedonian.com

Nikita's Place = http://www.madmacedonian.com/nikitas_place/

y'all are our heroes!

nary one of youse who responded in any way to our posting re: kim murphy felt the tiniest degree of sympathy or pity for her. an' g*d bless you, each an' efurrycat.

we want to make this crystal clear: WE DO NOT CONDONE HER ACTIONS IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM (past or present). (and by the way, the phrase "stupid Russian maid" pissed us off, too; you can be stupid without being identified as a Russian.)

we felt that since there was more to the story, you should see it. the pain an' fear that poor bess surely must have suffered throughout the ordeal keeps our mom from fallin' asleep at night; as kitties (an' beans who love kitties), we cannot help but be empaths who quiver at every tweaked nerve in one of our own.

our own personal stick-in-the-brain question is, "how did she continue to live for nine (9, count them) weeks without food OR WATER?" food, maybe. water? never. we just cannot (among other facets of this case) get past that "fact". we finks this would indeed be a true miracle. are there any vetties or vet techs among us who could verify that this would be possible?

granted, miracles are things that can't be explained. so was this a miracle? yes--for bess. but a tragedy? yes--that she had to experience what she did to receive it.

a response from kim murphy, l.a. times:

our mom got furry hacked off after reading about the womanbean who found her kitty after 9 weeks trapped in the window seat, which zoolatry, karl an' skeezy made known to us inna bloggysphere. so she wroted this to the bean:

YOU feel blessed? You darn well oughta feel ashamed. BESS is the one who is blessed, and NOT by you, but by G*d. It would be a sin if you EVER get another pet. They're not just "things" that "come and go", to be "picked up". They're living beings with minds and feelings who live, feel happiness, and suffer--just like humans.

The thing that sticks in my craw is that you wrote this in an attempt at levity. I can hardly think of anything more pitiful.

Irately (still, two days after first reading the article),

Cheryl C. Pierce
Springfield, MO

well, by golly, here is her response:

Hi Cheryl,

I think a lot of people were similarly upset by my story (though thankfully, many also saw through to what was originally intended, a testimonial to the amazing spirit and power of one Small Cat.)

I am pasting below a response I wrote up to help explain things a little bit more than my story did.

Also, let me give you an update: Bess has recovered nearly all of her eyesight, and most of her old spunk. She is racing around the kitchen and pouncing on her catnip mouse, and resuming her old habit of burying her face in the crook of my elbow when she wants to wind down. (I wish I had an elbow sometimes...) I think she's going to be fine.

Kim


Here's what I wrote yesterday:

I have gotten many wonderful emails from people about my story of Bess, and a whole lot from readers who were shocked at what happened to Bess, and my lousy record of pet ownership.
I am sending this out in an attempt to explain what happened, and why I wrote the story as I did.
Many of you will dismiss this as a sorry attempt to make excuses. Well, it is.
Let me start by saying that none of these reactions came as a surprise to me. As a lifelong cat lover (I find I am someone who likes animals better than people in many ways) there is no way I would have put all that in the story without knowing how many people (such as myself) would react.
I can tell you that none of the horrors that have gone through your mind can match those that have inhabited mine. Why didn't Bess meow? I've gone through it a million times. Did she leap in there while someone was getting a blanket out and then get hit on the head as the door was closing? Did she run quickly out of oxygen and go into a semi-comatose state? Did one of the children at the barbecue accidentally close her in a door or step on her, and then hide her in the cabinet because they were afraid to admit what happened? (I can tell you that while I described these as "blowout" parties in the story, they were not as many of you seem to imagine alcohol-fueled orgies. They were big dinner parties with lots of laughter and kids and Van Morrison on the iPod, the kind of events where the cats usually get cuddled and played with and which one would hardly expect would be a menacing event.
Why in the hell didn't I look in the windowseat? I went on every possible lost cat website, and every one of them told you to search your own house and outbuildings immediately. We looked under beds, in closets, in the kitchen cabinets, and called her name all over the house. We open the windowseat perhaps twice a year. It just never occurred to me that she could possibly be in there, particularly since she had been seen the night of the barbecue. I was simply SURE she had escaped the house, because of the open window in the guest room, and I knew those coyotes were in the woods very nearby.
As far as my history with cats, I have no appetite for making excuses, other than to tell you that I have always been a loving and careful steward of my cats. Amanda's foray hiding behind the dryer happened at the home of my friend while I was gone on vacation, and of course she was none the worse for her period of seclusion. Mario was locked out on the balcony by my husband, after I had already gone down to the car. We had an iron-clad rule in the house not to leave the balcony door open when the cats were roaming free in the house, and my husband violated that rule one evening when I was at the office, thinking Peter was asleep in my daughter's room. We got screens the next day--miserably, lamely, a day too late. Marie was closed in the dryer by my idiot Russian housekeeper, again, while I was at work (she, too, was OK despite it.) Katya was allowed to go outside and did escape our yard and got hit by a bus, and I am single-handedly responsible for this. I shouldn't have let her go outside. I let her and Kolya out in our garden in London because they literally begged at the door, and seemed gloriously happy when they were let out, miserable when they were not. Nonetheless, I made a decision after that to never again let my cats go outside.
I included the litany of cat tragedies in my story about Bess as a means of full disclosure. If I was going to write about what happened to Bess--which happened in my house, to my cat, and which ultimately, like all of it, was MY FAULT--then I needed to face up to what had happened in the past. I didn't include it to minimize the tragedies that had befallen our cats in the past, every one of which brought unending tears to my family, I can't even tell you how many, though I wrote about it in a glosssed-over way for purposes of this Christmas story. I needed to include evidence of our family's past sins, I think, to show just how big a miracle happened to us. We deserved the grace of Bess's survival less than anyone I know. And yet it happened. I am humbled and awed and deeply, deeply thankful.

Kim

it doesn't make us any happier to know the back-story, but we rejoice to know that bess is better, and that the bean realizes that this WAS a big deal, not a witty story. yes, we is bloody-minded an' inflexible when it comes to stupidity, neglect, an' cruelty that results in critters suffering. we happily admits it, an' will nefur change.

catsmas pressies!!

we all got our furry own nip toys: nitro got a rainbow, ed got the nanner, an' xing got the seegar. you can see how much we enjoyed 'em--ed was so blissed-out, he rolled away from the nanner an' nefur even noticed!

a proud cocoa finally got her squirrel!
daddy got some socks

an' if we had "smell-o-blogging", you would know that mom gots some gucci an' opium perfumes. daddy sez she allus was a spendy date;-)

boxing day!

it's NOT an empie box, mom--i'm innit!!

MERRY CATSMAS TO ALL!!!

Merry Christmas, Dear Furriends!!

hey! santa's watchin' you two!!!

an' whattaheck?! our sidebar's back!! we din't do nuthin' to it!!
was it on vacation?

i can has tato chips!

i can has tato chips!, originally uploaded by olrebbie.

if his daddy is eatin' it, HE's gonna try some!

a blood-freezin' deer tale!!!

if there is any lingering question on the vishusness of deers, let this put it to rest. it is a blood-curdlin' story sent by aunty marilyn to our mom--written by a bean who has a farm in kansas. we suspects it must be a true story acause--well, GOSH! it was onna innernets. WE're onna innernets, an' WE're true!!

!!!!yung, joosy kats and those wif week stummicks need read no furrther!!!!

I had this idea that I was going to rope a deer, put it in a stall, feed it up on corn for a couple of weeks, then kill it and eat it. The first step in this adventure was getting a deer. I figured that, since they congregated at my cattle feeder and do not seem to have much fear of me when we are there (a bold one will sometimes come right up and sniff at the bags of feed while I am in the back of the truck not 4 feet away), it should not be difficult to rope one, get up to it and toss a bag over its head (to calm it down) then hog tie it and transport it home.

I filled the cattle feeder then hid down at the end with my rope. The cattle, having seen the roping thing before, stayed well back. They were not having any of it. After about 20 minutes, my deer showed up -- 3 of them.

I picked out a likely looking one, stepped out from the end of the feeder, and threw my rope. The deer just stood there and stared at me. I wrapped the rope around my waist and twisted the end so I would have a good hold. The deer still just stood and stared at me, but you could tell it was mildly concerned about the whole rope situation.

I took a step towards it... it took a step away. I put a little tension on the rope and received an education.

The first thing that I learned is that, while a deer may just stand there looking at you funny while you rope it, they are spurred to action when you start pulling on that rope. That deer EXPLODED.

The second thing I learned is that pound for pound, a deer is a LOT stronger than a cow or a colt. A cow or a colt in that weight range I could fight down with a rope with some dignity. A deer, no chance.

That thing ran and bucked and twisted and pulled. There was no controlling it and certainly no getting close to it. As it jerked me off my feet and started dragging me across the ground, it occurred to me that having a deer on a rope was not nearly as good an idea as I originally imagined.

The only upside is that they do not have as much stamina as many animals. A brief 10 minutes later, it was tired and not nearly as quick to jerk me off my feet and drag me when I managed to get up. It took me a few minutes to realize this, since I was mostly blinded by the blood flowing out of the big gash in my head.

At that point, I had lost my taste for corn-fed venison. I just wanted to get that devil creature off the end of that rope. I figured if I just let it go with the rope hanging around its neck, it would likely die slow and painfully somewhere. At the time, there was no love at all between me and that deer. At that moment, I hated the thing, and I would venture a guess that the feeling was mutual.

Despite the gash in my head and the several large knots where I had cleverly arrested the deer's momentum by bracing my head against various large rocks as it dragged me across the ground, I could still think clearly enough to recognize that there was a small chance that I shared some tiny amount of responsibility for the situation we were in, so I didn't want the deer to have to suffer a slow death, so I managed to get it lined back up in between my truck and the feeder - a little trap I had set before hand . . . kind of like a squeeze chute. I got it to back in there and started moving up so I could get my rope back.

Did you know that deer bite? They do! I never in a million years would have thought that a deer would bite somebody, so I was very surprised when I reached up there to grab that rope and the deer grabbed hold of my wrist. Now, when a deer bites you, it is not like being bit by a horse where they just bite you and then let go. A deer bites you and shakes its head -- almost like a pit bull. They bite HARD and it hurts.

The proper thing to do when a deer bites you is probably to freeze and draw back slowly. I tried screaming and shaking instead. My method was ineffective. It seems like the deer was biting and shaking for several minutes, but it was likely only several seconds. I, being smarter than a deer (though you may be questioning that claim by now), tricked it.

While I kept it busy tearing the bejeebers out of my right arm, I reached up with my left hand and pulled that rope loose. That was when I got my final lesson in deer behavior for the day. Deer will strike at you with their front feet. They rear right up on their back feet and strike right about head and shoulder level, and their hooves are surprisingly sharp.

I learned a long time ago that when an animal like a horse strikes at you with their hooves and you can't get away easily, the best thing to do is try to make a loud noise, and make an aggressive move towards the animal. This will usually cause them to back down a bit so you can escape.

This was not a horse. This was a deer, so obviously, such trickery would not work. In the course of a millisecond, I devised a different strategy. I screamed like a woman and tried to turn and run.

The reason I had always been told NOT to try to turn and run from a horse that paws at you is that there is a good chance that it will hit you in the back of the head. Deer may not be so different from horses after all, besides being twice as strong and 3 times as evil, because the second I turned to run, it hit me right in the back of the head and knocked me down.

Now, when a deer paws at you and knocks you down, it does not immediately leave. I suspect it does not recognize that the danger has passed. What they do instead is paw your back and jump up and down on you while you are laying there crying like a little girl and covering your head. I finally managed to crawl under the truck and the deer went away.

nitro is takin' ofur

takin' ofur nels's job as guardian of the catsmas tree, that is. he better do a good job. we're waitin' to see how this works out, since he's the one most likely to chase xing up it!!

THIS is how you be an elf--CHILLAXIN'

catsmas tree report: STILL STANDING!!
sidebar report: still at the bottom. anycat know howta fix this????

does anycat see our sidebar???

if not, does ya gots any clues where it went??? CALL CCSI!!!! HALLLLLLP!!! mom is astreemly provoked!

UPDATE: thanks, dana an' meezer guys!! now all we need is to figger out how it got down there an' how to get it back. any suggestions from the more techie cats or beans??

oh, an' mom sez she's proud of us--the catsmas tree survived its first night. now we'll see what happens during the day! xing sleeps in her room an' cocoa sleeps inna beans' den at night, so things should be more aciting today! ;-D

elves in training . . .

xing sez: i enjoyed my part in ccsi (WHICH STARTS HERE!!!! TODAY!!!!) everso much more than this silliness, but *sigh*, it's exposure, an' i guess if i'm gonna be a nactresscat, i'm gonna hafta put up wif it.nitro sez: mmmmmph!

ed sez: i think they need a little christmas spirit seminar;-)

rescuer needs rescuing . . .

Swedish man rescued from tree

Posted on: Thursday, 11 December 2008, 11:00 CST

A Swedish man said the fire department had to be called for a rescue after he followed his cat up a tree and was unable to get down.

The Kristineberg, Sweden, man said he climbed the tree Wednesday after his cat had been stuck for several days and panicked when he found himself about 50 feet above the ground, The Local reported Thursday. The man said he called emergency services after he found himself unable to climb down due to fear of the height.

It was kind of a funny assignment and certainly out of the ordinary. Once he was way up in the tree, the man didn't dare to come down, emergency worker Torbjorn Nilsson told The Local.

Nilsson said the situation had a happy ending for both man and cat.

First we took down the cat, then the guy, said Nilsson. Everything ended well.

Source: United Press International

purr for miles!!

we loves our miles, an' purrs an' purrrays for him to be OK!!

DON'T FURRGET . . .

CCSI IV IS COMING SOON TO A COMPUTER NEAR YOU!!!!
(almost starring xing lu!!)

marvy poster courtesy of karl!

retro-vision: sunday on monday

our first snows pattered down today, but they weren't doin' a furry good job of stickin' to stuff. however, it was grey an' gloomy, an' just right for multiple naps in the warmth of the woodstove. fur once, mom got to take a picture of dad an' his nap buddies (although mom sez she'll take all three meowers ofur one cocoa anyday). an' good thing, too; acause she got all three of us after she got the roast beast stew cookin' an' she came in to watch the talky-box.

we all needed extra sleep acause mom an' dad moved alla our comfy chairs outta the warm room an' into ofur rooms yesterday, an' then some guy brought a giant two-headed rug sucker to our house an' rug-sucked for what woulda been squillions of naps, except nocat could sleep on accounta the noise. when he was done an' alla the comfy chairs was back where they belonged, efurrywhere smelled funny an' not furry much like xena or nels (or any of us, for that matter) anymore. the new smell isn't bad, it just ain't familyer. we can take care of THAT! ;-)

happy thanksgiving!

we meowers has lots to be thanksful for this year--an' we wish you a furry fine day wif your famblies an' loved ones! an' to those of our furriends who are hafin' a less than merry turkey day this year, we sends our bestest nosekisses, purrs, an' purrrayers for health an' happiness starting NOW!!

best fishes from alla us meowers--

ed, nitro, an' xingxing (an' mom, dad, an' cocoa!)

now they HAFTA respect me!

it's me, it's me, furriends!! xingxing!! i'm all excited 'cause i'm gonna be in the CCSI IV production that's comin' up--the Momomo Caper!! the talented an' lovely miss sassy sent me this beautyful badge to show that i'm part of it!! now those rotten boycat brofurs hafta admit that i really haf star-quality, that i'm not just a whiny girlcat, that i'm on my way to fame an' fortune. many, many, many thanks to Karl, Ruis, Sassy, Opus, Asta, & Momo for my big chance!!

what? what did you say, nitro? the camera adds 10 lbs? well, sure, if you're carryin' it--some of 'em are pretty big, but . . . what? no!!! no!!! that's not true!!! i KNOW it's not true!!! ***LALALALALALALALACAN'THEARYOULALALALALALALALALACAN'THEARYOU***

(running feets) Mama!Mama! nitro sez i'm gonna be fat onna CCSI program--you KNOW i'm not fat!!! i know i'm not fat!! i'm furry dainty an' has small princessy feets, too!! he's lyin', he's lyin', he's just jealous, i know he is!!! he din't get asked to be on CCSI like i did, an' he's just sayin' that to be mean 'cause that's how he is, he's just

*sniff*

*drool* mmmmmmmmmmmmmm. catnip. *roll* *roll* *drool*

ahhhhh. *ladylike snore* *several more . . . * *deep, dreamless sleep*

(crisis averted--mom wonders, is this what "herbal lady" means?)

while mom was in chicago,

grampa had his eyes surgeried, an' the clawcoma pressure's back where it should be, so that's good. but we can't tell yet if the catarak operation did any good acause there's a 7-10 day healing time. mom's not so sure grampa's gonna get through that wifout troubles, acause he's sposdta wear a pirate patch, an' he keeps pullin' it off an' hidin' it in his pocket. so we is just hopin' he don't get no feckshuns. we fanks you all fur your kindly thoughts an' purrs an' purrrayers--they worked really good, acause it's hard to haf an uneventful operation on a bean who's 95 squillion naps old. an' they worked good on gramma, too, acause she din't freak out a lot about the whole deal. mom was almost more worried about that than about grampa!

an' while she was gone, we were each an' efurry one of us furry good, so she brought us goodies frum a furpersons' BOO-TEEK called scratch 'n' sniff (an' told us not to get useta such high-falutin' vittles). (well, they prolly won't let her back in there anyways, since she says she spent the whole time LOLin'.) cocoa went to the day hunting place wif dad efurry day, so she gots the t-shirt woofie cookie that's even gots frostin! the lamb & liver treats are fur anofur day.

we, of course, were our usual mild-mannered selfs, so we got the bonito flakes. but then we got inna fight ofur them when daddy opened the jar. we know why they went missin' at skeezix & mao's house!! we doesn't know what "herrings" are, but mom sez they're chewier than "earrings", so we fink we'll like them. we gets to try them tonight.an' gramma gave mom this really kyoot purse for christmas (acause mom & dad prolly won't be able to visit her then). she allus finds really neat kitty stuff for mom even though she can't use the innernets to shop, so we guesses there must really BE a world outside our virtual one . . . ;-D

moki

we is certainly purrin' an' purrrayin' fur our furriend moki!
what a brave kitty he is--matched only by the braveness of his mama.
they is a pair ordained by heaven.
PURRRRRRRR, PURRRRRRRR, PURRRRRRR, *soft rumbly grrrrrrrrrr*

gone again

we is gonna be 10-10 an' onna side (which means--if you ain't old enough to member--in CB Radio parlance that we's gonna be layin' out, listenin' but not postin' much for a few days).

mom hasta go to chicago tomorrow mornin' acause her daddy's hafin' eye surgery fur his clawcoma (pressure's 40+ in each eye, should be 20 or less), an' to haf a catarak removed. we dunno why anybean would want anything "claw" or "cat" removed, but the doctor sez it's gotta get done so grampa kin maybe see a little again. he's 95 an' furry creaky, so we hopes you will all purr an' purrray fur him an' his surgeon & team. an' fur gramma, who's 91 an' don't take stuff like this furry well anymore. an' fur mom, so she can stay awake for the whole trip; that would be good. she's drivin' by herself acause daddy's doin' inventory an' boybean can't get loose of work.

daddy don't know nuffin' 'bout birthin' no blogposts, so unless we gets the chance to consult wif mom by cellphone an' she can find a public computer, we'll be quiet but wif efurry one of you in spirit. we'll be purrin' an' purrrayin' fur alla our furriends for whatefur their needs might be. we loves you all!!

cold weather makes strange bedfellows!

it turned mighty cold the day mom & dad finally deigned to remember that they had starving, unhappy kitties at home. (mom here: yeah, we were gone all of a day and a half!!!) we were furry, furry freezing!! so dad built a fire inna woodstove an' slowly we thawed out. but on sunday afternoon, when we were sposed to be pleasantly drowsy from that wunnerful heat, he let the fire die down--to "dip ashes", he said. it started to get chilly again! we fink he just wanted ta remind us that he's necessary. well, we showed him. MOM's the necessary one!!the mystery of who got into the chair first back when we posted hell has frozen ofur is solved. ed was there furst; then xing climbed up an' sat on him. evidently he was comfy enough not to protest, an' she nefer even hissed at him. then nitro climbed up, an' she din't hiss at him, either. we don't fink she's "mellowing", she's just more secure when mom's there. that, an' she knows that mom'll pop her onna nose if she hisses when we ain't threatening;-)
here, cocoa is saying, "please, can't i get on yer lap, too?" poor woofie; she was furry traumatized while they were gone. she went to stay wif our bean brofur, but he don't live where he useta. he an' his kitty powder moved in wif his girlfriend leslie an' her two kitties (thomas an' karma), an' so it was a unfamiliar place an' had two strange kitties to deal wif. she hasn't even let daddy go potty by himself since they came home!!ahhhhh! comfy at last!! daddy sure loves her to let her do this acause she squishes all kindsa important stuff when she wiggles around to get comfy!

we's back!

hello, furriends. we pologizes for not hangin' wif you on peace globe day, but mom's day-hunting boss gave alla the hunters an' their significant ofurs a mini-vacation at a hotel inna town called eureka springs. when they left at noon on thursday, she shutted off the computer, so we couldn't visit wif any of youse. an' since they been back, she's hawgged the computer to put up the pictures she took. you kin see 'em here. it sounds like it was a pretty good place--furry friendly to furries! but it still burns our fuzzies that she din't leave the computer on!! an' they din't even bring us any of those t-shirts that say "mom & dad went on vacation, an' all i got was this lousy t-shirt". just wait. 4:00 a.m. is coming . . . .

PEACE ON EARTH!!

WOOT!

KITTIES FOR OBAMA DANCE THE HAPPY DANCE!!

*twirl* *twirl* *twirl*

Una Ofrenda Virtual

. . . hecho para nuestro queridito nels. (a day of the dead virtual altar and offerings . . . made for our most beloved nelson.) mom finks that the mexican view of the dead returning is a much more healthy one than that of the judaeo-christian ethos with which she was raised (where usually it's a bad thing when the dead return!). you kin look here and here to find out more about this holiday if youse is unfamiliar wif it. she has decided to be happy and welcoming while remembering all those who have gone before us this year, instead of sad an' blue. we see them all, all the time, but we guesses this is a big thing for beans, who are not so "tuned in" to other frequencies.