WEIRD!!!! JUST WEIRD!!!

weird

 (adjective)

1. involving or suggesting the supernatural;
2. unearthly or uncanny: a weird sound; weird lights.
3. fantastic; bizarre: a weird getup.

whut's goin' on here????

these manbeans are stark staring cuckoo!!!

don't they even haff a clue among them?

sharing treats wiff vishus deers???

an' kisses???

what do you fink?

MO CATS DAY!!!

in solidarity wif our ozarks cuzzins, the ozark mountain cats,

we sellybrates

MISSOURI CATS DAY!!

we is proud to be frum an' liff in missouri--an' prouder still that the whole werld is sellybratin' what a wunnerful place this is fur cats! YAYYYYYY, MISSOURI!!!!!

*whut, mom?*

that "MO" does not mean "missouri"

*nahhhhhh, couldn't be--it's onna innernets, so it MUST be true*

whatever. you're cats, you do as you please anyway.

*yewbetcha! GO, MISSOURI!!*

the FAMBLY tree, that is!

our cousin, simon meezer, of arizona!! he is a mild-mannered meezer on weekdays and a paintbrush for hire on weekends! (biggify on his tail, if you don't believe us!)

toezie tuesday

our edmund, blissfully unaware that while his left toezies are merely objects of beauty and admiration, his RIGHT toezies are courting a couple of good, swif biffs to his head, courtesy of his crabby sisfur, xing.

Badges fur MLAP DAY!!!

Our wunnerful Miss Ann, of Zoolatry, has provided the beyond-pawesome badges fur you to display on yer bloggies in support of Meow Like A Pirate Day!! Please snag one (or bofe) an' fly them proudly in yer sidebar!!

THANK YOU, MISS ANN!!!!

YARRRRRRRRR!

AVAST, YE SWABS!

ye be put on notice that
sunday, 19th september,
in the year of our lord two thousand ten,
be the fourth annual
"Meow Like a Pirate" Day.

this day (MLAP) were instituted just after a time o' sadness an' woe in the cat blogosphere when we all needed to improve our spirits a bit by cuttin' loose an' haffin' oursels a wee bit o' holiday. it seems that once again, troubles an' sorrow has beset our little community an' we feels in need o' some jollity an' tuna joose!

ye can look back in the meowers' archive here, here (an' here, an' here--three parts!), an' here to get an idea of how we rolls . . . er, sails on such adventures. many fine kitties has joined the crew o'the cat o'nine tails, an' many more has sailed their own sleek vessels o'er the boundin' main in search o' treasure an' treats. we be a flotilla that commands respect an' temptayshuns at efurry port o'call!!

indeed, ye need no seafarin' experience to sail wif us--our doughty crew will lick ye into shape in a trice. if ye sails yer own vessel, ye need only rondyvoo wif us on the appointed day. if ye should answer a sirene call an' sail off t'seek yer own way, just remember t'be kind enuff to share yer ship's log wif us on yer bloggie!!

bring yer water-wings, yer mighty four-masters, yer kayaks, yer sloops, yer dinghies, an' yer pontoon boats on sunday, 19th september 2010 for the festivities. we invites ye all--cats, woofies, birds, buns, an' all such non-bean types--to sail wif us an' join the fleet for fortune, fame, an' fabulous adventures!!

meeeeeeYARRRRR!

WARNING!!!!

WARNING--NOT FOR KITTENS OR THE FAINT OF HART!!

THE TERROR MOUNTS!!!!

VISHUS STEALTH DEERS!!!

if you kittehs are out on patrol in the evening, don't be lulled into a false sense of security because all the pictures of vishus deers you've seen haf been in daylight! be smart, be wary, be jus' plum scairt!!

above is a picture taken at a TOP SECRET VD TRAINING CAMP where we see a nighttime camelflazh, er... cammaphl, er ... disguised vd galloping on its pointy, sharp hoofs after a stuffed decoy kitteh. look at its scary, blazing eyes, locked onto their targets!! he kin prolly see inna dark!!!! see its terrible teefs? they're so big, it can't even close its mouf all the way!! an' notice that the horrible stabbing prongs on its head are. not. visible!! this vd is operating in SUPER-STEALTH MODE!

this is quite a young vd, so they must be a newly-developed, genetically engineered breed--who knows what other drefful traits they are developing?? fangs? ahhhhhhh!! run away! run away!!

tabby tuesday - nitro's turn

tabbies is stripey cats!

some is more stripey than others!

bad boys, bad boys!!

this is where they end up!!

iggy's story: i was vulturin' on toppa mom's linen closet an' jumped down inta the sink an' knocked off all her eye meddysin drops anna dambrowndawg scarfed one up an' mom hadda get outta the shower to go smack her onna head to make her let go an' then go soak the bottle in alcohol to get the dawg germs offa it.

so you kitties out there, don't knock stuff offa the counters, or you could end up like me, on a rude pallet inna rustic jail, wif yer mom playin' judge-jury-an-jailer!! (an' i darn sure ain't tellin' her about scratchin' my gums on her toothbrush!! )

dis kitteh has been outdoors TOO LONG!!!

nope, sorry--you ain't goin'!

ed! (what?) you gotta get offa my purse! (nuh-uh.) yeah, you do--it's 7:45 already. (i'm comfy here.) ed, you could get comfy on a washboard! scramola, bud! (nope.) sonny, i'm gonna be late for work. if i'm late for work, the boss will get gripey. (so? it's not like YOU'RE not gripey. like right now. so you'll be a matched pair.) i'm gripey because you are a stubborn-stubborney, as granpa joe useta say. and if the boss gets gripey enough, he might fire me. (so? then you can stay home and i can use YOU for a mattress; you're softer than this purse, that's for sure.) ed, if i don't work, then there's no green papers. (and?) have you forgotten that green papers buy stinky goodness? and crunchies? and temptations? and . . . nip?

*scramble-scramble-scramble-thump!* [cat feathers fly everywhere]

ah; i thought you'd see it my way. [walks off, muttering: damn, i wish i didn't have to go to work today]

(mom? i can fix that, y'know.)

giddouddahere!!!

i helps My Mama be more beautyfuller

efurry once in a while, My Mama gets a craving fur earrings. most times, she makes 'em, acause she can get just what she wants that way.

but sometimes she buys 'em when it's too hard to make 'em, an' it's a hard decision, requiring much deliberation. she asked me for my opinion yesterday, acause since i am a ladycat, i haff good taste--which is different from tasting good, you know--an' because she wouldn't ask the boycats on a bet, because they don't haff good taste. OR taste good, i can promise you.

so i showed her the ones i liked bestest, an' she is gonna pick from among 'em. these are my most favorites, but she will hafta save green papers for a long time. an' we mussen't nefur tell My Daddy how many papers she sends to get them, or she sez there will be "ruckshuns"! i asked her if that was fibbin' (acause we ain't spos'd to fib) but she sez there's some things boys just don't need to know if us ladies are to preserve the shalom bais (peace inna household). i think it's all right not to tell him as long there is still enuf green papers to buy my stinky goodness!!

oh, woe.

we'll see you again, brave heart!

purrin' fur neala

revenge ain't so tasty when it's cold, an' you're the one who hasta eat it.

we is a little crabbilated. remember when we conned mom outta a second breakfast last weekend? well, daddy peached on us eventually, an' mom got her revenge yesterday morning.

daddy usually feeds us at 4:30 or 5:00 ayem inna morning, but he has gone to a three-day meeting in new hammmmmmshire an' mom din't get up until her regular time (6:45) to feed us!!! our tummies thought our throats had been cut!!

wordless wednesday

tummy-toezies-tail tuesday!!

our ed's got all the bases covered!

WE SCORES!!

*giggle* *snork* we scored bigtime yesterday! no, we ain't' playin' soccer/football. we's playin' clever buggers, which is a game we allus does well at.

daddy gotted up at 5:00 ayem inna mornin' to let the dbd outside for potty, an' he fed us.

mom got up at 5:20 ayem inna mornin' to go to the bean litterbox. daddy din't move when she got up, so she tippy-toed around so she woodn't wake him. of course, we ranned meowin' to her wif our saddest faces, an' sure enuf, when she came outta the little room, she fed us. ahahahahahaha! we din't tell her, an' don't you tell, neifur!!!

fanks, efurrycat!

well, we finks the memorial day campout at our house was a success. fanks to efurrycat who attended. we 'pologizes fur the lack of moles to chase; the word got out that there was gonna be a concatenation of cats an' they all moved to the next block. mom will be pleased! but the lively voles that whicky wuudler brought an' eric & flynn's farm-fresh meeses were excellent sport! we don't believe we missed any in the clean-up, but i'm sure mom will tell us if we did.

it was furry wunnerful to spend time around the cool air vent (as opposed to the stinky, smelly, hot campfire that mom & dad endured) wif furriends who haf the same interests an' likes an' dislikes! although summa the ghost-dog stories that got told by flashlight even scared US!!

mom got to go onna campout an' did pretty well, ex-toothwise. she sez, howefur, that she din't remember sleepin' inna tent an' paddlin' inna canoo to be quite so stren-you-us. (could be that the last time she did it was 'bout 10 years ago, an' in that time, yer mussels kin forget about a LOT of things! poor mom; she sez growin' old ain't fur sissies.)

fanks again, efurrycat!

owie! & wowie!

owie! our mom had a wisdom toof cut outta her mouf thursday mornin' (4 pieces!!!) an' she is not feelin' too spiffy. she has summa dr house's favorite candies to take, so she is nappin' a whole lot, an' only eats chocolate puddin', but she likes that.

she dunno if she will be able to go onna campout wif the ofur beans this weekend, an' is kinda crabilated about that; she was countin' onnit since they hasn't been campin' fur a coupla years. if she gets to go, then miss debby frum next door will come stay wif us an' make sure we has alla comforts o'home!!

wowie! but regardless if she's here or miss debby's here, there's a campout at our house startin' tomorrow night! bring yer fluffie blankies (it gets cool at night), tents, an' tunnels. we gots pillows, toys an' foods an' waters an' tuna joose (byob if you wants somethin' else--ackshully, byo "can" acause we can't haff glass containers onna National Scenic Riverways here in missouri). we aims to misbehave!!

HAPPY PURRRRTHDAY!

WE FANKS YOU EFURRSOMUCH FOR BEIN' OUR BESTEST, MOST FAVORITEST M.L., OUR HELPER, OUR FURRIEND, OUR GOODEST BLOGOSPHERE "AUNTIE".

THANKS FUR EFURRYTHING YOU DO!
HAFF A WUNNERFUL YEAR!!

wordless wednesday

what th' heck????

we can see that we will hafta watch the beans' motor vehicles a little more closely. . . . after comin' back from wallymart, mom went rushing straight to the bean litterbox room, an' rubbed an' scrubbed her right paw furry viggerusly wif lotsa soap. she was mutterin' an' scrollin' down the bad-werd list all along, sayin' stuff like, "blanketyblank birds, you'd think they didn't have anything to do all day but (bad werd). but (bad werd)-ing inna truck??? inna (bad werd) truck??? howinthe(bad werd) did they manage that? and how did it get there when the (bad werd) windows were closed? i SWEAR it wasn't there when we WENT to wallymart. (bad werd) birds. i just (bad werd) don't . . . ." you gets the drift.

when they had got all through shopping an' had put the bags o' swag inna back, they got into the cab, an' she saw some stuff onna dashboard, so she chipped at it wif her fingernail, scrubbed at it with her finger, then said, "y'know, that kinda looks like bird (bad werd). lookit that spot over there! and that one! and . . . auuugggggghhhhhh! i stuck my finger in bird (bad werd)!!! now i'll hafta boil it!!!" dad was laffin' an' laffin' an' told her she oughta hang her hand outsidea the window. she was furry unappreciative of his humor.

but it does leave us wonderin': how DID that birdie get in there to leave its callin' card? an' when? we're gonna sit inna window an' ponder this while we keep a lookout!

cozy new nap spot!

it's just my size. an' furry comfy, acause the "mattress" is almost as thick as the container is tall! ok, ok, it looks like a trash can, but it's really a laundry hamper. it's back inna utility room, an' no one bothers me there. besides, it's close to the dbd's water bucket an' the potty boxes, so it's pretty much ideal. you kin see that mom had brought more laundry to throw in the hamper, an' just dropped it onna floor acause she was so surprised to see it already occupied. i'm glad she didn't just grab an armload an' fling it inna washer-box!!

an' mom sez to tell all you norwegians (forest cats an' beans):
"Ha en god Syttende Mai!"

we's gonna camp out!!

we gots new campin' tents frum miss ginger!! we's gonna haf a sleepofur when mom & dad go campin' on memorial day!! teleport ofur, an' we'll haf the cubes an' the tunnel set up, too. an' you sissies who don't wanna camp wif us tough guys can visit xingxing; she'll haf a tea party all set up fur you.


ed fits in 'em, but he hasta kinda slide in slow an' creep out careful, or the thing gets caught on his booty an' follows him - much to his consternation! *giggle*

howefurr . . .

after ed got through appreciating the box, nitro & iggy got to cussin' an' discussin' who got the next crack at it. see who won:

an' here's the outcome:

the nipsticks? well, they ain't so shiny new any more--but still much appreciated. mom hadda chase these all down from three different rooms so she could document the degree of attention they've had!! so far, the dbd has not eaten any of them.

fun times!

ed thought furry highly of the bockus that mom's hansel-auction thingy came in. it smells enchantingly of kc, missy blue eyes, an' mama ml, as well as of primo nipsticks, which kc & her mama thoughtfully tucked inside as presents fur us! fank you so much!!!

below is a moovey of ed, appreciating the nipsticks, too!

Our cousin Roxy

roxy, naomi's kitteh, originally uploaded by olrebbie.

she lifs wif our mom's niece, naomi, in beautyful scottsdale, airyzona an' she is a pistol! after cousin naomi moved into her house, she kept thinking it was haunted becuz lights would be on in rooms where she had turned them off, and off in rooms where she had left them on. even inna middle of the night she'd wake up an' lights were on. finally, roxy jumped up an' whapped a light switch right in front of her, an' then she unnerstood--she wasn't cuckoo or haunted, just the companion of a furry clever kitteh!

simon meezer

simon meezer, originally uploaded by olrebbie.

he is our cousin, too, Roxy's big brofur.

manbean likes kitteh!!!

this german weatherman is a NICE man!!

NOOOOOOOOOO!

our furriend, mr. gary, has furry kindly brought yet anofur example of the boldness of *shudder* vishus deers!! watch this video if you dare!! where will it all end???

i am so humiliated!!

last night, i got brave an' meowed to come outta my suite an' sit on My Mama's lap. after i got comfy, she started feelin' me all ofur, not like pettin's. then she grabbed my tail an' hoisted my bottom up inna air, an' i just hadda tell her how i felt about that. she pologised an' said that somethin' was rotten in denmark (what's a denmark?) an' there was a stench fouler than lord vader's (who's he an' why does he stink????) inn air.

i was mortified to learn that she thought i had pooped on my skirt!!!! i would NEVER do that, NEVER. how undignified!!! anyway, she din't find nuthin' an' i woulda told her that if she'da just asked.

anyway, then daddy confessed he'd found the dbd rollin' in the remains of a dead snake out inna yard next to our house. My Mama made her go lay inna hallway, far away frum our chair, an' then iggy cozied up to the dbd an' sniffed an' licked her an' just acted generally sickenin'. but that's a boycat fur you. interested in anything disgusting!!

even though the dbd is pretty nice as dawgs go, an' she is allus nice to me, i can't imagine why she would wanna do that. an' My Mama an' Daddy din't let the dbd sleep inna room wif them last night, either. served her right; ugh.

yes, we WILL blog again . . .

but mom's furry busy catchin' up at her dayhunting place, an' inna evenings she's tryin' ta get her pictures frum the trip lined up to post. so one of these days . . . ve'll be bach!

our gramma came through her sergery just fine! Alla you bloggin’ kittehs, woofies, an' beans now know that your purrs an’ purrayers an’ good thoughts helped her efursomuch! our mom is stayin’ wif her this week in tucson an’ will return to chez pierce late next monday night, so we prolly won’t be bloggin’ a whole lot for a while.

Thank you all, dear furriends– our sweetiepie gramma is doin’ well!! purrs & headbonks.

~ed, nitro, xing, an’ iggy

mom insisted i get a job!

well, ok, so i did!!!

i heard onna talking box that 'portant papers can be stole

an' used by bad beans, an' that it's 'portant to shred those papers!

so there: i'm a natural!!

whadduhya mean, "dammit, not THOSE papers"????

jeez; there's just no pleasin' some humans.

here's ed an' nitro, at their jobs. she's a mean mom--

she makes us boycats work, but not xing. acourse, there's not

much work fur hissy, unemployed princesses these days.

peeyes: startin' today mom's goin' to arizona fur a week to visit our gramma bean while she hafs some sergery, so we will prolly be pretty quiet for that time an' whatefur time afterwards that it takes mom to get her hed unscrambled from travelin'. if you kin point some purrs 'n' purrrayers toward gramma in tucson, we would all preshiate it a very big lot!! th' actual procedure will be on wednesday. mom'll let us know how it goes, an' we'll pass the word.

funny furiday!!

here's a kitteh who knows howta haff fun--an' his name's iggy (but he's not OUR iggy; our iggy would eat the toy).

dad was thinkin' about . . .

gettin' some hairs transplanted on toppa his head,

but when the technician started makin' the incisions to plug 'em in,

he called the whole thing off!

hey, who's in charge here??

what's up with "canis" fur a cat blog verification??

we went to alexi's purrthday party, and there it was!!

what's next? "cervidae"?

more recruits!!!

oh, heavenly cod!!! now the meese has been inducted inta the vishus deers' horrible plot!! an' worstest of all, THESE has the newly-developed STEALTH ANTLERS!!!!!!!!! they look all smoove-headed an' furriendly, but those invisibul antlers are sharp as can be, all ready to skewer tender yung joosy cats.

HOO WILL SAVE US FRUM THIS MENISS???

oh, NOES!!!

**** NOT SUITABLE FOR YUNG OR WEAK-STUMMICKED KITTIES. ****

but you brave kitties who read on, please make sure the yung an' w-s kitties are told about this threat inna way that don't gif 'em too many nightmares!

the vishus deers haf perfected their devious plan of disguising themselfs as our best frend skeezix!! there is a whole herd of them atta secret hide-out in whiskerconsin (look out, victor an' nina)!! if you're inna mood fur a horror movie, you can see them here:

http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/video/flv/generic.html?s=inwi10s22a3q81f

they are gonna infiltrate various areas of the youessay all at once by pretendin' to be skeezix on a national tour to meet ofur bloggin' kitties. an' then when they're all cozy inna room wif some nip juice an' a soft sofa or two, they're gonna spear them poor tender yung joosy kitties an' gobble 'em up!! (at least that's what we think they was sayin' in that video . . . ed was shriekin' the whole time an' we couln't hear it furry well--but what else could it haf been?) we are just SICK wif worry. keep yer ears open an' if you hear that skeezie's comin' to a town near you, raise the alarm!!!

an' skeezie, dear frend, LOOK OUT!!! BE EXTRA VIJILANT!!! you know the f.l. spotted those vishus deer tracks in The Big Forest. we fink they must be closin' in on yer house to keep you unner survailence an' make you stay put so you don't accidentally stumble on one of the fake skeezies an' cause a prollem wif their evil plot.

remember, kitties--if you see anyone who appears to be skeezie, gif his hindquarters a good sniffin' to make sure he's the REAL DEAL! an' if he looks furry, furry tall, maybe it's best to run away wifout sniffin'!

nitro's monday

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. *huh?* *what?* mumble, mumble, errrr, monday? OK. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

mom! she's TOUCHIN' me!!!!

we wonders who got inta the chair furst!!

happy saint paddy's day!

tummy tuesday

today we are posting our "big" sisfur's tummy picture, acause we feels bad that we doesn't allus talk nice about her, an' really, she IS furry nice to us . . . fur a woofie.

igmu learns about water

more meowsic for kittehs!!

here is a furry talented kitteh!! she is an entirely self-taught virtuoso!!

oh, noes!!

we allus thought miss ginger was a NICE lady, but we is re-thinkin' that opinion . . . she is threatenin' to get one of these torcher devices an' make poor getzger use it!!! just because he has a little extra averdupwah. she's discriminatin' against him just acause he has a li'l furchin. why, that's just rank fat-ism.



he'll hafta miss naps an' exert hisself!! we bets she laffs an' sniggers just like the lady who's torcherin' these two poor kitties! there may be a pillow-poopin' in her future!!

not-so-wordless

mom played this fur us last night, an' we wants to share this wif you--to further yer edjamaction inna kitteh fine arts!! this is the true story behint it.

toezie tuesday

we finks mom has posted this befur, but she sez not. anyway, there's nitro's toes!

big stinky!

mom went wif miss ginger to see this flower ofur the weekend--she said it stinks worse than our litterbox right after ed uses it!! the flower's name is amorphophallus titanum, which she translated as "great big deformed thingy", an' is more'n four feets tall. we are glad mom has a "black thumb" so that she will nefur bring one of these home. we can hardly stand ed!

trained cat!

ahahahahahahahaha! "trained" cat! ahahahahahahahaha!

(we're easily amused)

mom is peeved at blogger!!

please read BOTH posts below this one. the vishus deer post (immediately below) is correct fur monday.

howsomefurr, even though she marked the "mouses?" post for posting on tuesday, by golly, it posted last night. so we is sorry to say, there will be no other post on tuesday.

grrrrr.

mouses?

izzit mouses? ratties? paper-moffs?

NO! it's MIGHTY-MOUF--a.k.a. igmu!
dad lef' the noospaper onna kitchen table this morning, an' moo chewed lotsa holes innit. mostly along the folded edge. mom told him that the time for makin' paper snowflakes was past, but he just kept on shreddin'. she hadda flap him wif anofur section to get him to stop. yes, kitty-furriends, our iggy is back to normal.

vishus deer alert!

a new menace has been spotted on the streets of springfield--beware!! they could be in your town, too!!

the vishus deers haf developed tiny little "mini-me" deers!! they are only about the size of a regl'ar kitty, an' we figgers they're usin' 'em fur makin' kitties think that since they're so much smaller than reg'lar deers, the kitties can whip up on 'em. but then they lure the kitties into the bushes, where the really big, REALLY VISHUS deers will skewer 'em!

here is one perched onna hunter's truck, hitchin' a ride to a house where there's unsuspectin' kitties--he smelled 'em onna truck tires, an' figgered he'd just take advantage of the transportation so he wouldn't hafta waste his energy stalkin' 'em.

an' most chillin' of all, he was WAVIN' wif his forelegs at the li'l children inna car behind him! just like he was somethin' small an' cute that they might beg their mamas an' daddies to buy for them 'cause they wanna take 'em home fur a pet!! what if those li'l children had kitties, too???? oh, the HORROR!!

mom tells us a story.

earlier this week, we visited the lovely miss attie cattie at her blog, an' were impressed by her ability to use the bean litter box!! it made mom remember a story that she then told us:

once upon a time, long, long ago, in a galax . . . oh, wait. that's a different story. here's the real one: many years ago, our aunt spot tried to learn that skill--mom got her a clear plastic insert that fit under the toilet seat. the idea was that the beans would put some litters on it to convince her it was a potty box, an' she would balance onna seat an' do her business ofur it.

well, they were furry excited acause onna first day, dad found a poopie innit. this went on fur several days, but they couldn't catch her at it (she was a shy, well-bred ladycat, too). after about a week, mom finally got a peep through the hinge edge of the door--an' there was spotty, standin' carefully ON the plastic liner, doin' her business. she only weighed six pounds an' that wasn't enuf to make the liner collapse.

mom was disappointed, but thought, "well, she knows what she's supposed to do now, so we can probably take the liner out. when she notices that the liner is gone, she'll have to stand on the seat."

oh, dear. wrong. so totally wrong. wet cat. peevish cat. captured at arms-length cat. sudsy cat. still MORE peevish (bordering on completely hissed off) cat. scratched-up mom. sulking cat. apologies. cold shoulders. pee on chair. cursing. etc. etc. etc.

no further attempts at this type of training. efur. we are furry glad.

igmu speaks . . .

ummmm . . . i . . . what . . . sleep . . . rotten . . . head . . . need . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . uggggggggg . . . leave . . . *thunk*

pleese think of iggy today!

it's time fur his hoo-hah-ectomy, an' he was not furry happy this mornin' when mom bundled him into the PTU wifout his breffus. i hates t'tell him, but things ain't gonna get no better today! mom will update us as the day goes on. we'll be purrin' fur him, li'l monster-child that he is, an' we hopes you will, too.

wordless wednesday

(biggify for the full effect)

uhhhhh, nitro?

yer halo's slippin'!! musta been you what busted that glass

on mom's curio cabinet . . .

WHO DID THIS??!!??

well, that is what My Mama wants to know, an' it's for sure it's not ME! this happened last night when i was safe asleep in my cozy bed in my very own suite.

this cabinet is in a little corner of our living room, where the dbd can't fit. so guess who that leaves? of course; those rotten boycats, my brofurs. i heard 'em riotin' an' fussin' all last night. My Mama is not furry upset, though, acause now it makes a matching pair wif the ofur one just like it onna ofur side of the noisy picture box. the dbd broke the same glass outta that one wif her Lead Pipe Tail of Deth.

iggy has been just cuckoo lately, an' i thinks it's acause My Mama an' Daddy has been talkin' about a trip to the vettie fur him. somethin' about his hoo-hahs. he's actin' like the end of the world is comin'. fooey; i've been to the vettie an' came home fine, although they were mean to me an' i had a monsterus headache fur a whole day afters. he's a cowardy-custard.

oh, an' My Mama sez i can brag a little: i was sittin' on her lap this mornin' an' My Daddy brought out the rug sucker monster to clean up alla the busted glass. as soon as he got out to the livin' room, before he even made it start hollerin', alla the boycats ran outta the room. i stayed on My Mama's lap the whole time, even when he pushed the sucker unner our chair! My Mama said i am the bravest cat inna house! not the bravest xing-cat, or the bravest girlcat, but the bravest CAT. HAH! take that, you brofurs.

Made it, Ma! Top of the world! (Yeah, I noticed. You got there up over my head, remember?
And I know you're scopin' out the dish of ravioli on my lap.
Fugeddaboudit!)

did you hear that?

we all know that kitties sees an' hears stuff that beans don't. like us--sometimes we kin see the cats-who-came before acause they had so much fun in our house that they likes to visit from the bridge to see what's goin' on or make sure efurrythin's ship-shape. we even plays THoE wif 'em.
an' sometimes we kin see the beans that used to be (even miss debbie next door has done that while cat-sittin' us).

but xing is makin' mom wig out--she's watchin' solid walls. an' pictures. an' the woodstove. an' the ceiling. you know, places where a bean or a kitty would nefur be. it's like she's waitin' fur something else to pop out, an' mom's worriet what it might be! xing's not tellin', an' akshully, we're not sure she knows either. she's a such big feather-brain an' more'n a little spacey, so it wouldn't surprise us to find out she's hearing paint talk to her!

wordless wednesday

bloggin' is hard work!!

nitro takes over dictation duties while iggy "takes 10".
or plots his next raid on mom's breakfast.
or maybe both.

nitro: ok, mom, read that back to me from the top, wouldja?

mom: "it was a dark and stormy night . . ."
nitro: hey! i din't say that!!
mom: why not?
nitro: because it isn't night, an' it's not stormy.
mom: yeah, that's right -- you'd be under the recliner if it were stormy.
nitro: hey! i has sensitive ears!!! no fair makin' fun!!
mom: my ears are sensitive, too, but you assault them starting at 4:30 every morning.
nitro: what?? i'm not saltin' anything. i'm singin'! that's my best breakfast invitation!
mom: oh, forget it . . . i only have just so much time to help you boys blog before i go day hunting, and you've pretty much fiddled it all away this morning, blathering on about stuff that's totally off topic. ::leaves::
nitro: well, rats.
iggy: where? where? you know where izzit a rat? ::scampers::
nitro: wait for me!!!! ::papers scatter::

the sky is falling!

the sky is fallin', we tells ya!!! fat ed crawled up on mom's lap an' collapsed onto xing's backside an' she nefur even bothered to look up to see who or what was there. so ed just napped away for about half an hour, an' right after this photo, so did mom. she din't sleep easy, though; she kept haffin' dreams about nuclear war erupting on her lap.

you kin see that ed's de-fluffifying his hinderquarters. he's been at it fur some time, but we dunno why; mom's started giffen him some stinky goodness along wif his crunchies, an' a little goopy stuff called linatone to help make coats shiny an' thick. we'll see.