ahhhh, c'mon . . .

ya wanna piecea me, don'tcha?

ya KNOW ya do!!! 

(*mom sez, yeah, and iggy got several pieces, judging by the amount of fur wads scattered through the kitchen; mostly orange.)

mancat monday

since meow like a pirate day is comin', an' i then assumes the persona of "meow fang", cap'n o'th' cat o nine tails, i am studyin' up onna way of the warriorcat. this is me, learnin' to meditate at my meditation pool!

we has a visitin' bunneh in the 'hood!

ain't his travel trailer HUH-YOOJ?

he must haf awful tall blocks onna foot pedals!

nitro & the lab test

our resident lab tech performs a flea check;

i passed!!

(mom's furriend, mr. dave, sed it looks more like a mugging!)

breffus fur two

edmund!!! i SEE your paw sneaking towards that sammich!!

which sammich, mom? 

THAT sammich. my breakfast sammich.

oh--THAT sammich.

no worries; i'm just meditating on how tasty my new pancakeitis cat kibbles is.

you are, are you?

 mom. really.

trust me.

tabby tuesday tip:

(oops; some ov you may haff seen this last caturday; 
mommer was confussed about dates. sorry.)

strive to improve yerself efurry day by readin' the noospaper.

an' if it's cold in yer house, you kin snuggle unner it!

stoopid blogger!!

furst it published tabby tuesday on caturday. so mom re-dated it. now it's published on monday an' she can't change it. so followin' this announcement, you has two--count 'em--two posts. that is all you're gonna hear frum us until wensday. an' we know that fur certain, acause we haffn't written it yet. (just shows to go ya what happens when you try to get ahead!)

mommer went shoppin' !

ummmmmmm, mom? we fink we should haff a little talk . . .

i am in trubble

last night, dad was giffin' the dbd a good ear-cleanin' an' puttin' some drops in 'em acause she flaps 'em a lot an' wiggles on her back onna carpet. he finks she hafs a lergy to somethin', maybe the flee-away stuff he putted on her last week. an' he got a pill fur her to take so she don't itch so much. to convince her it was good to eat, he rapped it inna piece of brown bread. she likes brown bread. so do i. guess what happent when he was busy puttin' the drops in. yup. i din't know the ol' man could move that fast! i got the bread, but he got the pill. then the dbd got it; wifout bread. *smirk*

mom spilled her coffee this mornin',

an' we helped clean it up!!

move back ofur here!

i wasn't done wif yer ear yet, dang it! d'ya wanna go around wif potatoes growin' in 'em? 

practice, practice!

i is practicin' my "sincere" look; d'you think mom will fall fur it the next time she hears a crash?

HIPPO BIRDIE, MISS ML!!!

you knows that song frum the beetles that mom plays when she's feelin' old? "Wif a little help frum my furriends"? well, imagine us singin' it to miss ml!! (believe us when we say you don't wanna hear us singin'.) she has helped so furry many of us "get by" - and MORE than just "get by" - so often, we fink it's her theme song. splendid, splendid ladybean, we wishes you a

HAPPY PURRTHDAY!!!

(an' many, many more!)

dueling ears

their ears were tickling each other, but neither one would look at the other because they knew they'd end up  hissin' and then somecat (maybe BOTH somecats) would hafta get offa mom's warm lap, an' it was pretty darn cool inna house!

wordless wednesday

we kin do "al-gee-bruh"

mom sez we is smarter than we look! she took one look at the result ("C") an' lafft. then she said, "if A is onna kitchen counter an' B is onna floor, whut will happen to C?"  here's the pictural evvydense:

"A"

"B"

"C"

Ergo, A + B = C

dang! we kin cipher almost as good as skeezix kin spell!!

sunday at chez pierce

ed: update

fank you, all my furriends of all sizes, shapes, kindsa furs, an' numbers of legs! yer purrs an' purrayers an' grrs an' good thoughts made me not afurraid at the vettie, even though mom hadda leave me there half the day (!) by my self!!
i posted a update yesterday, but apparently DPBlogger has et it. i won't bore you wif alla the details, in case DPB decides to urk up yesterday's post at some later time.

at furst, i thought dr. wilson sed that my pan had creeturitis, but it's really "pancreatitis", which means a big thing in my belly got sick an' i felt dizzy an' urkey alla time. but now i has meddysin to take fur a few days an' i feel like eatin' now (mom:  yeah, he couldn't wait for the new food to even get unpacked:)

in  fact, i haff been doin' a pretty good job of it! i has my own special stinky goodness AND crunchies (called ID), an' they taste great--the ofur cats don't get NONE--it's ALL mine own.

now that i don't feel urkey ennymore, i gots lots more energy! i haf already whipped nitro an' iggy really good fur hissin' at me when i came home wif the vettie-smell on me, an' now i'm gonna go lay out onna screen porch since the wevver is cooperatin' fur once.

fanks again fur all yer quick well wishes!!

oh, yeah--one ovver thing:  i learned three new kitty-cusses frum the meezer inna jail cell next ta mine, an' i taught him three diffrent ones. whoo'da guessed that a vettie visit could be a learnin' experience? :-D))

yummity-yum-yum-yum!

ahhhhh, the good life: niller ice cream!!
 mom din't giff the ofur boys none, acause they already had chick-hen an' noodlers, so me an' the dbd got to share this ice cream spoon. later i heard the dbd mutter, "that ice cream tasted like catspit!" well, if you're not first in line, that could happen. heh.

after all my hard work . . .

honest to bast! after i did all the huntin', trackin', stalkin' an' pouncin' i did to wrassle that lick-a-licious chick-hen an' noodlers bowl into submission, look whose fat head is mostly in it!!

at the first clink of the spoon in the bowl when my tongue touched it, igmu charged in frum the baffroom where he was playin' tub hockey wiff his sparkle wand an' helped hisself to MY kill!! he is the most obnoxshus little brofur efur. mom laffs an' sez i am a black kettle or sumthin'.

(which i don' unnerstan what that has to do wiff the sitchooashun ennyway, an' also ennyway, it's igmu who's the BLACK one, in case that excaped yer notice, MOM!)

target acquired!!

launch in 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . . SPROING!!!! 

CLATTER!!!! 

"jeez, nitro!"

licklicklicklicklicklick

may we present:

our bean brofur an' his new bride.

their weddin' was mostly why mom hasn't helped us blog in a while, but then, too, she's bone lazy. we can't blame it ALL on the newly-weds;-)

can't a guy nap in peace around here?

dang, it's crowded in this chair, whut wif this lumpy ghost next to me . . .

funny thing; it smells like igmu.

ah, the floofyness of ME!

the tummiest of tuesdays to you all!

ed's comfy sunday nap

it's 80 degrees out, mom sez.

that's plenty hot, wifout addin' catheat to it.

geddown offa my lap, she sez.

*zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz*

why, oh, why???

APRIL FOOL!!!

an' now to our regularly scheduled message:

Mama, you is usually a furry smart lady, so why did you ask me to sit on your lap when you knew i would have to stare at these other kitties? i know that you were looking at ME when i was looking at them, but why do you wear pictures of kitties who are NOT ME? i know i am the prettiest girlcat in the house--because you tell me so whenefur you sees me--so why would you want to see other kitties on your T-shirt? i think i am a little bit crabbilated. 

mancat cave

i'm safe if i'm BEHIND the bad cat bottle;-)

basement cat's local representative

scopes out the view that ceiling cat usually has . . . and he likes it.

he LIKES it.

uh-oh.

is nitro comin' or goin'?

or is he twins, comin' AND goin'? hard to tell!

bravest of mencats!

nitro, sleepin' on xing's butt!!

mommer sez

y'all have a happy st. paddy's day!!

(oh, and ed's forgiven--he's back on The Lap.)

(note my lapel pin)

mom's list

edmund is on mom's list; we're pretty sure it ain't the catsmas card list.

he an' xing were abiding (relatively) amiably, side-by-side on mom's lap.

then xing looked at ed; ed looked at xing.

they both hissed.

mom moved her arm (the one with ed lying on it).

he scooched ofur to the table.

xing hissed again.

ed dove for her wif fangs a-gape, an' fell short of the mark. 

unfortunately, not short of mom's arm.

he is banned from The Lap.

silly ed.

"I will protect you always"

let tears of joy outshed tears of grief...


let's us giff them all the protection we can by purrin', purrrayin', an' sendin' healing light to efurry furry an' bean affected by this disaster, efurrywhere!

(many thanks for permission to embed the graphic to Augusta Vindelicorum)

fur kc an' ml

mom ackshully had a post planned fur today, but this is MUCH more impawtent!!

purrlease, efurryone--purr an' purrray fur our dearest little furriend, kc!

nappin' on mom's lap is thirsty work!

mommer sez it's a good thing that wasn't a vodka-tonic!!

eeker's pome

UNCLE EEKER

Uncle Eeker was a gentleman cat

In a grey velvet tailcoat (but no top hat).

His whiskers were many, majestically lush,

And his snug, tidy boots were snow-white plush.

His silky shirt front had never a wrinkle,

And his big, yellow eyes - oh, how they twinkled!

He sauntered and strolled, never pranced or gamboled,

While cats of less dignity from his path scrambled.

Refined in his manners, pristinely attired,

The most elegant kitty of all ever sired.

From exquisite nose to faintly-ringed tail,

His demeanor proclaimed that he'd always prevail.

From humble beginnings he rose to the station

Of King of the Cats, Premier of the Nation,

The Tsar of All Felines, whose law was his whim

(Or so he believed, and we never dissuaded him)!

© Copyright 2011, Cheryl Pierce. All rights reserved.
Please do not copy without written permission and attribution.

mommer is STILL lazy about helpin' us post, but to be honest, there's not much goin' on here. so we tole her she should post somma the pomes she has writ about the Cats Who Came Befur, an' here's one. none of us here efur met uncle eeker, but we can see what a splendid kitteh he was--she sez he coulda even made igmu behave!

GREAT VIDEO!!!

we has nicked this video URL  frum the site of our furriend, maximus spittimus--who, besides bein' the emperor of everything, is also a splendid fellow! we are proud to be his centurions (an' centurioness)!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qit3ALTelOo&feature=player_embedded

ok, we THOUGHT we were back

but mom is STILL wastin' time workin' hard on getting the vacation pictures whipped into shape, commented on, an' uploaded to flickr. (she feels guilty that she nefur got the ones from her trip last april posted--see what a slacker she is??) so we are still bein' ignorified an' the best we can do today is show you the kittehs who liff wif our bean cousin, naomi:

Simon is the oldest, an' a mellow meezer.

roxy is a sweetie pie, even though she's "the middle child"

yoshi is the baby, less than a year old. she developed a real
interest in dad's britches but we dunno why.

here is a viddy that we FINELY got mom to post, so at about 10 seconds into it

you can get an idear of how splendidly orinch yoshi's eyes are!

fearsome feline furrrrriday!

mom gave my picture the Puce Guardian (from FARK)'s treatment. she sez she's gonna save it fur a halloween card!

it's true! it's true!

mamas really DO haff x-ray vision!! this is our grandma evelyn--our mom sez that while she was growin' up, she allus suspected that her mama had superhuman powers acause she'd holler at mom for doin' stuff when she couldn't even see her. now here is photograffic proof!!

raspberry xing

My Mama is furry clefur wif a puter program called "the gimp". she used it to make this beautyful portrait of me, an' i am furry happy!!

OH, NOES!!!

in this chillin' video, you can see how the vishus deers haf hypnotic powers ofur their human slaves! this one forces the human to invite him inside and feed him treets. you can see how close those vishus spikes are to the human's chest, an' he doesn't efen flinch! an' horror of horrors--lookit the human's left hand: the vishus deer has been sampling him already, in case he can't catch any tender, yung joosy cats an' hasta eat HIM. we bets he duz it bit by bit, so as to make him last as long as possible--if he eated him all at once, hoo would feed him treets???

mancat monday