meYARRR, me hearties! we welcomes ye t'th'annual Meow Like A Pirate day aboard the good ship cat o' nine tails. those of ye--cats, woofies, birdies, buns, an' all other manner o'th' Lord's creechurs--who wish to sail wif us are welcome.  

belowdecks ye will find cabins an' all manner of conveniences, treats, an' toys to suit each an' all. we reckermends that if ye be not familiar-like wif the pirate life, ye be readin' a bit o' last year's sea log (here) t'become cognizant o' some o' th' whys an' wherefores an' whats that applies when at sea. all who'll sail aboard the cat will sign The Articles an' be sworn as crew.


i be captain meow fang ... an' i says we pauses here an' now to remember those good piratecats an' true what sailed wif us last year, an' who haf now sailed away ofur the rainbow bridge. aye, an' we lends a thought t'them what be too infirm o'body t'accompany us this day. we names 'em all in our hearts an' purrrays t'meet again wif 'em inna nacheral order o'things. we specially marks th'passin' o'brave Poppy Vic, what losted his long, tirin' battle wif th'evil crab. he be surely dancin' wif th'angels an' not davy jones--for he were a true gentlemanbean, an' no pirate--he were right fond o'cats. ::silence but for seabirds' cries and the sound of the waves::

::after an appropriate pause, voices rise again and many visitors go below to learn about life at sea. time passes. they return. meow fang announces the purpose at hand::

now let us begin our voyage! we sails this year to the far-off an' strange island o' maddygaskar! there we seeks not gold nor siller, but that rarest an' truest o'treasures, knowledge. i hears maddygaskar be a fair odd place, an' i would see it befur i goes t'davy jones. when hoomin beans furst come upon it, there were no cats to greet them! not large, not small, not in-between. no cats a-tall. nor woofies, neither.

those of ye what hath yer own craft, our ship's boats will see ye safe aboard them, an' then will all rondevoo in deep water out past yonder point.  

these here beauties be me trusty crew:

furst mate nitro the nasty;

mistress-at-paws, xing the slice;

an' gunner's mate, igmu clever-paws,
who be our former cabinkit, lookout, an' signalman.

we haf heard it said that we brethren o'th' sea embrace not the new things in life but liff inna past. we now seeks t'expunge that vile caluminy by introducin' our cabin-bot. in these days o'straitened purse-strings, we find his stalwart refusal o'both victuals an' grog t'be downright appealin'. (nor do he whine about litter scoopin'!)

now, this be a workin' sailin' ship, an' not no fancy croose, so there be reg'lar hours inna mess (that be th' dinin' saloon t'ye lubbers), an' there'll be no yowlin' beforetimes fer an early feedin'. that foolishness may work on hooman beans, but by triton's horn, we be kitties, an' we knows what ye're up to! howsome'er difficult that may be for some o'ye, there be victuals worth th'waitin' for within:

o'course, there be plenty o'plain, honest toona joos, as the late cap'n nels bid there must allus be aboard the cat. 

also, though this be no croose, the younger set haf noised it about that we should be more liberal in th'matter of adultcat beverages, so there be all manner o' niptinis, meowgaritas, fish house punch, pina catladas, catsmopolitans, mancattans, kamikatzies, moscow moggies, an' so forth:

be sure ye do not benumb yer tongues wif spirituous liquors, lest ye miss out on the luscious food:

there be a vat o' cream, an' bacon an' french toast;

a variety o'fishes' meat; an' fishes' eggs in cream on chewy pastry;  

smoked fishes' meat; an' real live fresh dead shrimp!

a bounty o' fruits for them as wants 'em--purrhaps our NOMS furriends who accompany us;

all manner o'cheeses, an' rare roast beast:

an' at the furry speshul request o'th' Meezers, last but not least, there be french-toast-an'-bacon-stuffed HAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! 

::xing passes by, licking her lips, and whispers in the captain's ear. he speaks::  ladypiratecats an' gentlepiratecats an' furriends of all sorts, i be most sorry to announce that we be haffin' no pig races ashore this year, as we haf allus had befur. it seems that the contestants haf, errrr, vanished. we regrets any disappointment this may cause amongst ye what likes a furriendly wager now an' again. we will haf a better larder security staff next year! ::he glares after the departing xing. the sound of a ladylike belch, then a giggle, is heard from the direction of the gangway::

insted, should we be smiled upon by brizo an' sent a right smart wind, we shall be treated t'th'spectacle o'th'waterskiin' westies, who took ship wif us only yestere'en. they be fair entertain' woofies, an' no mistake! let us haf a round o'purrs fur their kind offer!!! ::purrrpurrrpurrrpurrrpurrrpurrrpurrrpurrrpurrrpurrr!!::

::balmy winds and fair seas speed the flotilla on its way, and before too many meals are eaten or too many naps are taken, the "red island" is sighted and the various craft heave to in a beautiful harbor. ships' boats busily ferry ashore passengers and crew alike::

::not far from the smooth, sandy beach, the frisky host crowds into a welcoming lodge and makes fur the milk-and-treat bar and the necessaries. when all needs are met, most reassemble outdoors with cap'n meow to explore this unusual yet welcoming place. they set out down a nearby path::

:: not far down the trail, the crowd spots a native:: meyarrrrr! mind me well, ye young kits, be not a-chasin' of the natiffs as ye go about yer rompin', as they needs no more meddlin' from anyone. because hoomin beans is fumblin' stoopids, many o'the creechurs what liff here now be so endangered as are our big cousins. ::points with his tail:: yon lass be what the hoomins found here, a long ways back, insted of us an' woofies. 'tis a anymul called a fossa, 

which, somewhat disturbin'ly, hath a cat-like body and a dog-like nose, though it be neither cat nor dog. this lass we sees be ackshully a close cousin of the mongoose (which, inserdentally, be no kin t'a goose a-tall). th'long tail helps it balance in trees high above th'ground, just as we cats use our tails to jump to high spyin'-lairs in our landbound homes. ::the company strolls on a long ways, looping around back in the direction of the lodge while investigating many rocks, trees, and plants::

::again he gestures:: yon tree be fulla lemurs, 

unusual furred persons what looks all googly-eyed like they haf dallied at th'nip pipe a wee minnit too long. though they resembles some monkeys, they are not close relatiffs! ::ambling, scrambling, and hopping as cats,  woofies, an' buns will, the day wears on and they continue to discover rare and precious life. a few exuberant kits are soundly cuffed as they run up to a small fellow by the wayside, frightening him into hiding::

an' this wee one hidin' unner a bit o'brush be a tenrec. he seems quite shrewish or hedgie-like, an' yet be no relatiff of theirs at all. ::now bein' everso careful, the smarting kits and others continue to prowl the roadside greenery, sniffing in vain for catnip or silvervine::

many things in this place be like an' yet not-like those what we know of. th'laceleaf plant grows under water, an' seems to haf more holes than leafs. th'travelers' palm be not related to any o'th'palm trees which we haff seen befur on our voyages. as we makes our way through this forest back t'th' lodgin's, it begins to seem almost nacheral that th'trees be standin' on their heads! thanks be t'th'Pow'rs that the rooms awaitin' us be not upside down, too! (nor, Bast forbid, th'conveniences!!)

::soon the lodge comes into view:: ah, mateys, just think on it. here we be in a place passin' strange, lookin' as it do summat like unto our world an' yet bein' no kin to us or that which we knows. these years past, togefur we haf sailed far an' wide an' seen much, collectin' fine booty along the way--but hear me! th'treasure we haf laid up this day be in our memories, annit be this: we what thinks we knows so much must reckernize there be yet much more t'know. an' though a creechur or a plant look different from us or ours, they still haf rights to life an' health an' happiness. ('twill be difficult to call this t'mind when gold an' siller come into question amongst us, but we will strive to remember that we be not so very different after all.)

::a sailorcat runs up panting, and skids to a halt before meow fang:: cap'n, cap'n!! there be a buncha  turisty-types down at the dock, a-beggin' of us that we giff them transport to a place called Noo Yawk. they looks kinda ... odd ... t'me. there be a couple th'like o'which i nefur seen afore. an' they be in an awful hurry--keep sayin' t'move it move it move it. that be right unmannerly, i thinks, when they be askin' favers! ::steps back a pace at the sight of the captain's face:: 

meyarrr! shut thy mackerelhole, ye iggernant git. ye should haf spent th'day inne brush wif us, 'stead o' ... ah, let it be. ::the captain ponders:: Noo Yawk, ye say? i haf not heerd o'it meself, but if it be on a chart somewheres, we shall find it. ::he squints through his spyglass towards the dock::

aye, they be a motley lookin' assortment, but they be our brethren for all that. ::aside:: (although i will be steerin' xing clear o'that plumpish one ... .)

::to the young sailorcat:: do you run back t'th'dock an' inform the new folk they be welcome aboard come first light. then go back t'lodgin's, haul the quartermastercat outta th'milk bar, an' inform him o'th'need fur additional an' varied supplies an' quarters appropriate t'th' new guests. an' then ... ::sailorcat scarpers before the words "new guests" have settled on his ears:: 

::the captain strides towards the lodge, muttering:: MEYARRRRRR! these young kits ... grumblegrumblegrumble ... i hopes i has no occasion t'say "why be th'toona joos gone" when i gets t'th'ship ... this Noo Yawk place better not be takin' too long t'find for i haf a wish t'see me own darlin' sweetheart, miss midnight, in her unruffled summer frock ... mumblemumblemumble ... 'lect nitro cap'n next year, by neptune's hairy ...  

toezie tuesday

MOMMER!!! her toezies are touchin' meeeeeeeee!!!!!
an' will ya PLEASE tell her i am NOT her kitteh?

mancat monday

no, no! click HERE ... an' then you should put my name furst acause i'm the oldest an' wisest, an' then nitro's, then iggy's, an' ya doesn't hasta even mention xing *WHAP* ow, mommer!! ok, ok, you kin put her in, too, but the dbd isn't even a c*WHAP* SHE'S YOUR SISFUR AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT!!!! yes'm, mommer. ::grumblegrumble:: I CAN'T HEAR YOU!!! nuffin', mommer, nuffin'. i was just clearin' my throat.

i'm gonna go nap fur a while, mommer; you seems like you is doin' fine wifout my supervisin' the bloggie.

toezies an' tongues tuesday on wednesday

mommer met this sweet li'l pussycat at the reid park zoo in tucson! she was so tickled at the pink tongue peekin' out amidst the snores;-)

we will nefur furget

WE'S FAMOUS!!!!!!

you guyse!!! guess whut!! a few munths ago, a ladybean named kennedy morgan emailed us an' wanted to know if we would be innerested in bein' the subjeck of a mazagine article!!! (we were dummies; we thoughted the mazagine, Spot Magazine, was only online, but it is a real, live publication inna Pacific Northwest. miss kennedy is a woofie breeder (but she hafs ofur critters, includin' cats, too), an' is a furry nice person.

well, we talked it ofur wif mom an' miss jan of jan's funnyfarm, who made our header an' background fur us, an' decided it was a good idear. so mommer helped us gather a few facts, miss jan provided graphics, an' we tole miss kennedy about ourselfs. the publishin' wheels started rollin', an' we started waitin'.

she tole us the publication would be out in july, but it din't show up an' it din't show up, an' by august mommer was turrible sick an' din't care no more. but lo an' behold, a couple-three days ago, miss jan emailed to say she'd checked yet again, an' it was online at last. effidently the e-version was haffin' some prollems that caused it to come out lonnnngggggg after the paper version.

but the 'portantest thing is, it is HERE now!!!

so we are haffin' our 15-views-of-fame at last--hope you will rejoice wif us! an' yes, if we are efur caught wearin' garments, you may touch the hem of them;-D

an' a big PS:  if you likes the luffly header an' background miss jan made, you should tell 'er so--an' if you wants one, she'll be glad to do business wif you!

uh-oh ...

this is igmu after he founded out he couldn't open the door to xing's suite enny more. talk about hissin' off the devil!!! mommer's got two smokin' holes inner forehead now!

werdless wensday

sharin' is carin' ...

even when it ain't YOU that's sharin' YOUR goodies! at least that's whut mommer tole us.

last munf, mommer wented to arizona to bisit her mommer an' sistur an' attend her sistur's granddaughter's weddin'. efurrythin' was lovely an' she hadda great time, an' was furry happy to spend efurry evenin' playin' scrabble wif her mommer, even though her mommer (age 96) whupped her butt most efurry time. gramma don't get out much, so mommer tooked her to lunch an' fur a ride through a cactus

one day, she wented to a little town souf of tucson called tubac, which hafs lotsa stores wif pretty jools an' statchers an' clo'es to buy. many of the stores were closed acause mostly it's a place where turists go, an' most sane beans don't do turist in arizona in august acause it's so hot (but it's a dry heat). one place she wanted to go was closed, so she sat fur a minnit onna bench outsidea it, inna shade, an' pretty soon there was a familiar feelin' onner ankles. a ornich kitteh was sleekin' up to her an' stickin' his nose inner purse!!

just befur she tooked her rest, she had stopped inna herb shop an' gotted us a sooveneer: a packet of organically growed NIP! boyhowdy, did he haf her number! so she opened the bag an' giffed him a good snootful onna pavement.

 he was FURRY appreciative. he faceplanted in classic style an' rubbed his face innit.

inna end, all there was lefted was his drool. we'd say he had a pretty good time.

an' we can attest that that was some primo shi uhhhhhh ... nip. we has enjoyed efurry flake an' flower, an' don't mind at all that she shared some wif him. we wishes EFURRYCAT an' EFURRYBEAN could feel like that alla time!

xing speaks ...

hello, furriends, it's me, xingxing. My Mama sez i should write to you all an' asplain why i haf my own suite. it is because the rotten boogery boycats who liff here too (My Mama calls them my brofurs, but i am NOT claimin' 'em) don't like me. they think i am a THING to play wif an' scare. they all knows that i am a refined, timid ladycat wif hyper-sensitivities to noise an' movement an' stuff (like the bean princess an' her pea), an' they exploits my delicacy for their own evil amusement. when i furst came to liff here, i tried furry hard to get along wif them, but they chased me an' bited me an' scratched me, an' i was cryin' an' afurraid alla time, which was most of it, while My Mama an' Daddy were at their day-huntin' places. sometimes i gotted infeckshuns from their wicked claws an' teef, an' since i am a ladycat, i do not brawl. so now i stay safe in my suite while My Mama and Daddy are away from home. when they come back, i can come out an' nestle on Mama's lap acause she will keep me safe. i loves her extra-special-much, but if she's not there, i try to get on My Daddy's lap. that frequently doesn't work acause that stinkin' nitro cat is his special buddy, an' he's usually there somewhere, waitin' to nab me.

Mama, you should not read the next paragraph:

(aside: just between you an' me, furriends, i sometimes think My Mama's been a little lax in teachin' those little horrors not to pick on ladies!!!! )

okay, Mama, you can read again now.

i don't remember much of my life until My Daddy an' Grandaddy found me, all alone, zipped in a soft-side 12-pack cooler at the side of the road. (yes, it's true, some humans are as iggernant as that). My Mama tarnished the welkin a bright, bright blue when they got back to our house with me, an' there is a particularly hot seat in Mr. Devil's house reserved at her request for the person(s) who left me there. but i was beautyful, clean, well cared for, brushed all smoove, had had my ladygardenectomy, an' was furry furriendly to humans an' dogs, so nobean can figger out the why of how i came to be there. i can't remember if i was so "spooky" before i came here, an' that's why i got left out, or if i'm "spooky" now because of it. 

we haf tried bach flower remedies, feli-way, an' seferal herbal concoctions that said they'd calm me like a buddah, but no joy. so today My Mama  ordered a kitty thundershirt for me, an' we ALL hopes that i will come to love an' enjoy it--an' life, too--we will keep you posted. thank you all fur bein' my furriends!!

one night last week inna wee hours, mommer gotted outta bed to wee (that's why they call 'em the wee hours, we guess). while she was occupied, she heard a lotta kitty-cussin' an' howlin' that din't sound familiar (like the noises us boys usually make while we're attemptin' to dismember each ofur). so she finished up an' follered her ears into the liffin' room, where she saw the door to xing's suite was OPEN!!!

alla us boys were in there, invitin' xing to come out an' play inna liffin' room (honest!), but she din't wanna an' was tellin' us so at the toppa her lungs--which, fur a six-pound cat, are pretty well developed. an' we haff NO idea where she learnt the werds she was usin'. so mommer invited us to make like the trees an' leaf, an' we did. she sat down an' talked to xingie fur a while, but xingie wasn't inna furry receptive mood, so mommer pushed the door shut an' hauled up two hefty chairs to block it, an' then went out the back door uv the suite an' tied the handle to the cxat tree (sxrry, the letter between "n" an' "p" has suddenly quit werkin') sx it wasn't xpenable either, an' went back tx bed. the next night, she had prxxf pxsitive xf just what happened!!

she was sure that was hxw the raid, errrrrr, visit had cxme abxut, but this clinched it. sx she asked daddy to (oh, look, "o" werks if you tap onnit twice!) fix it, an' now it looks like this:

we haf ackshully seen a moovey of a kitty opening THIS kind of knob, but we 'spect it'll take iggy a while to figger it out. after all, he' was here three or four years befur he figgered out the lever!!

whatta ladycat!

we remembers missus peach wif love an' admiration. she invited efurryone to her beautyful cottage an' did her best to sivilise us wild ozark kitties but nefur lifted her voice or made us feel like we was rusticated beyond redemption. we learnt the value of bein' perlite an' liftin' our pinkietoes when we drank her catmint tea. we learnt not to riot an' break china, an' she reminded us to ascuse ourselfs when we burped. she was a ladycat's ladycat, an' we are efur-so-glad that we knew her. she was a blessin' on all of us inna CB, an' we misses her. ::snif::

what's up at chez pierce ...

fanks to the meezers fur takin' us along onna great chick-hen caper! we enjoyed terroriz .... er, playin' wif alla the chick-hens wif efurryone who came along!

mommer's mostly ofur her sicky thing (sinus infection), but it's tooken 3 weeks--an' she's still deef inner left ear an' can't hear good outta the ofur one. she's goin' to the ear doc this afternoon, an' we hopes that somethin' can be done about this. she's outright CRANKY from not bein' able to hear us tearin' up the hou ... uh, hear anything (although she sez going to walmart yestiddy in almost complete silence was BLISS;-).

maybe she'll get uncranky an' help us start postin' again. we've seen pictures she's got saved up to post fur us, but she just can't get wif it. maybe the doc will giff her a shot inna butt that will get her goin' again! maybe we'll put the bitey onner if none of the above happen!!

we regrets to announce that our auntie mairzey haf shared her sort throat an' cold wif mommer. she hafs streamin' eyes, a barkin' coff, a snotty nose, a nupset tummy, anna feber. she's loaded up on anniehissamines an' pain killers, an' we hopes she will feel mo' bettah soon so she kin help us blog again!! please purr fur the ol' gal, an' fur our grampa glen (daddy's daddy), who hafs newmoanyuh inna nursin' home, an' fur our uncle steven, who is haffin' a mellynoma remooved frum his leg today. our fambly's a mess rite now!

we dunno if nitro was jealus of iggy's Catman picture yestiddy an' wanted a cape, or whether that wally-world bag jumped out an' tried to strangle him! bast knows, it stuck wif him like a secont skin until mommer took pity an' divested him of the crackly incumbrence. good thing, too; edmund was lookin' longin'ly at that crinkly, crunchity, temptin' plastic. we shudders to think how nitro woulda taken to ed holdin' him flat while munchin' down on his faverite substance!

terrible tuesday

high above the darkened city, Catman broods on the evils of deer-kind and the terror spreading ofur the land.

mommer monday

we's lettin' mommer post this picture acause it really does haf to do wif us. here's the story: 

a couple of years ago, that Arthur Itis feller started hurtin' our gramma b's (mommer's mama) fingers more'n usual an' makin' 'em shrinkify, so she hadda quit wearin' her engagement ring an' she giffed it to our auntie mairzey. some time after that, she couldn't wear her weddin' band eifur, an' was gonna giff it to mommer, but thought she should hang onto it until mommer came to arizona to bisit. then before mommer arrived, gramma started lookin' fur it, annit was nowheres to be found. it was losted, stoled, or strayed. well, she felt real bad about it, so she filed a ninsurance claim an' gotted green papers fur it an' gave 'em to mommer instead. mommer felt real bad that she wouldn't haff gramma's actual ring, so she decided to hang onto the green papers until she saw somethin' that "spoke" to her.  ... lonnnnnnnng silence ... nuthin' spoke up fer months.

one day, mommer was trawlin' the innernets an' happened upon a page that showed pictures of a heartbeat, an' she got to finkin' what a cool design element it was. then she finked about how to use it. an' then she finked, "hmmmm, jewelry." she likes to wear pretty rings, so she designeded this one an' used the green papers to haff it made here in springtown by the lovely folks at cornerstone jewelry. They listened carefully to what she wanted, letted her come in an' see the work in progress, an' finely deliffered the finished beautymous product. she chased all ofur gettin' sounds to use, but one was too soft to record good, one was kinda uneven, an' one was too raggedy to make a pretty picture. but finely she founded one that was just right.

now she'll nefur be wifout a reminder of us (not countin' cat hairs), acause it's not a heart-beat at all that's engraved onnit. it's one of us, purrin'.

there are many mancats in the world,

but this one is MINE!

DISCLAIMER:

(the above statement does not reflect the view of nitro s pierce)

detante tuesday

full house--My Mama couldn't turn her camera fast enough to get a picture of iggy onner legs an' nitro onner lap. they spooked off when they heard the "click". see? we CAN get along, if most of us are sleepin'! ;-)

the vishus deer apocalips is nigh!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

we haf come inta possession of secret pictures from a vishus deer training camp, taken at great personal cattonal risk to the photographer. what you will see here is so terrorfyin', we don't recommend lookin' unless you are furry stouthearted an' not given to whim-whams or haffin' the vapors! kittens shud NOT, repeat NOT view these pictures.

although we know that lately vishus deer sitin's haf been fewer, we feels this may be acause they have gone unnerground to excape the hots. also, that's a really good way to hide from sight.

continue if you dare ...click above!

i gots a new bed!

ed:  lookit my new bed! it's like sleepin' on air, an' just fits me perfeck. mommer was furry thoughty to leave it out where i could see it furst thing after my post-prandial nap this mornin'! she even raised the head part a lttle so's i wouldn't get no acid reflow frum my kibbles. she's a peach, that mommer.

nitro:  didja efur think that whenefur those soft boxes come out, the 'rents go away an' leaf us?

ed: yeah, but they nefur go wif only one; they usually haul three or four of 'em down frum the attic an' there's alot of washin' things an' gatherin' things an' hurry-hurry stuff, an' they ain't doin' enny of that. this is fur ME!

nitro: ok, bud; you just keep thinkin' that.

ed: nitro? nitro?

nitro: what???

ed: are there quircells inna attic again? i keep hearin' noises annit's keepin' me from sleepin' good.

nitro: uhhh, it's all in yer head, dude; go back t'sleep.

ed: ok.

nitro: *snicker*

tip-toe through the tuesday

well. My Mama hadda take this picture furry fast, so it's blurry--but it ackshully is ME, Xing Xing, goin' frum the kitchen to the liffin' room. My Mama had locked up my rotten brofurs (an' the dbd, who I don't really mind) inna computer room, so I could come out from my suite to the rest of the house. I slinked around furry tenatifly for a while, because the whole place just REEKS of boycats, an' it was hard to belief that there weren't really there. but I told myself that My Mama wouldn't let me go anywheres it was dangerous, or let the boycats ambush me, so I finely came into the kitchen--there were food smells, but also boycat smells, because they were right behind the door behind My Mama. it was furry hard for me, but I was brave an' jumped up onna table an' mommer shared some cheese sammich wif me!! it was so delicious!!

then there was a thump-thump-thump onna door behind My Mama, an' that was enuf for me! I looked my thanks at her an' blinked luffin'ly, an' jumped down to go back to my rooms off the liffin' room. that's when she got this picture, an' then she came an' closed my door so the evil ones could come outta the jail.

that was pretty much all the adventure I needed fur the day; I napped all afternoon, an' din't even ask to come out an' sit on her lap after supper that night! but I'm glad I went--it's good to remind yerself sometimes just how brave you really are!

mancat monday guests!

today we'd like to innerduce our mancat guest stars: tubby (left, blue burmese) an' the efur-busy getzger (blue abyssinian, right). holding them is our faverit human next to mommer & dad, an' also our faverit feed&water&scoop-when-the-rents-are-outta-town purrson, miss ginger. we knows that it looks like getz should be named tubby, but he wasn't allus plumpish. an' tubby looks awful short here, but he's nearly as long as getzger. miss ginger was demonstratin' how flexible (in body an' in spirit) their mencats are. she wallers 'em around somethin' awful, an' this was nuthin' compared to what come next. we're sorry there are no pictures of it, but mommer hadda put the camera down acause she was laffin' an' laffin'. so SHE had a good time, but we haff nuthin' to show fur it.

getzger (you haf seen him befur inna water-from-the-faucet video) is a furry busy cat who takes his house patrols an' snoopervisin' duties astreemly serious. no matter where you go (an' what you do), there he is. matter of fact, he is SO prompt, you can frequently trip ofur him before he gets there! he also is a garter-snake killer par excellence. whenefur he can make a tour of the backyard, he throws hisself into findin' an' killin' the emeny--why, just the day this picture was tooken, mommer narrowly avoided steppin' in snake chunks an' some cat-hurl fulla ribs in their liffin' room!

tubby is a lover, an' kin giff you concussions wif his headbonks when he really likes you. he luffs scritches unner his chin, an' if you is a ladybean, he will head straight for yer, ummmm, frontal appendages to cuddle up an' purrrrrrrrrrr. his eyes are kinda mesmerizin' :

he hafs a condition called persistent pupillary membrane, which means the remnants of a fetal membrane din't atrophy around birth-time or shortly after, an' persists as li'l ropes of tissue crossing his pupils. his first name (at the cattery) was "astro" which is a greek werd for "star"--so he is really starry-eyed.

so now you haff faces to put wiff the names of kittehs we sometimes mention! they haf a furry fine fambly, an' haf two sisfurs (blue kitty an' sprinky) who may someday come outta hidin' long enuf fur mommer to take their pictures!

we's baaaaa-aaack!

no fanks to edmund percival, howefur. you may recall his previous experiments wif electric cords: here an' here. he has not learnt ennything.

we thought youse should know why we was 10-10 an' onna side* last week. this time, ed's snack was the laptop cord--we don't haf a reglar computer enny more. mommer hafs a "smart phone" but it's pretty stoopid in matters of bloggifyin' an' so she couln't help us wif it. since it's an old laptop, nobean in town had a cord fer it, so she hadda order it onna innernets. it took the man inna brown shorts a dreffully long time to bring the new one (yestidday). so we are astreemly behind on our postin' an' probly won't get back to reglar (M,T, & W) until next week. just remember, it's ED'S FAULT!! (*mommer sez, if you know what that means, you are older'n dirt, just like her.)

mommer allus disconnects the laptop an' rolls up the cord so at least ed's eyeballs won't light up an' spin like onna pinball machine when he bites it, which is what we allus figgered would happen to him someday. she tries to put it outta the way where he won't find it, but he musta outwitted her. which makes us furry sad becausa what that sez about mommer's brain.

we are all furry peevish wif ed now acause we gots to werk hard to catch up. we haf sat on him, smacky-pawed him, put the bitey on his ears an' tail, an' even hollered until we are (rather becomin' shades of) BLUE, but he just won't quit bitin' plastic. right now, he's lyin' inna kitchen window, nuzzlin' the slats onna blinds. mommer's hollerin' at him an' nitro's lyin' next to him, kickin' him inna furchin (which is that saggy part ov yer belly right in fronta yer hind legs), but ed's eyes are closed in bliss, nommin' an' nommin'. we needs an innervention!!!

vultures

mommer sez we're "vulturing" at her. we lookt it up, an' there ain't no verb like "to vulture", but apparently mommer likes to play fast an' loose wif the english langwige. unline SOME cats we know. (she sez she went to school, but we learnt all we know from skeezy an' his spellin' coach, jeet!) besides, all we're doin' is waitin' fer her to hand out the haff-n-haff treats at breffust; it's not like she hasta DIE to do it, although to hear her go on, you'd think it was killin' her!

mancat sunday ... errrrr,

mancat MONDAY, i mean. guess i slep' right through sunday. not too hard to do when you're a manly mancat like nitro;-) (does this picture make my butt look big?)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

whisker wednesday

xingxing sez: even though it's "whiskerhump wednesday" for mancatly whisker humps, i am posting my picture because even though i am a ladycat, my whisker humps haf produced some exceptional whiskers.

My Mama calls me "Princess Prettywhiskers"!

mommer sez sometimes i reminds her of a bombay cat, although i was borned right here in misseri. so i started readin' up on bombay an' i found out that it's in a place called india, like springfield is in the YooEssAyy. mommer sez it's furry hot there, so it must be a lot like springfield! but they haff more monkies than cats, so that's a way it's NOT like springfield.

ennyway, i notised that somma the menbeans there wear marks called tilak on their foreheads on speshul occasions, an' i figger any day i gets some haff-n-haff (like i did this morning) is a speshul occasion, so i thought i would haf nitro take this picture of me to show how speshul i looked wif my haff-n-haff tilak. so he did.

then he dropped the camra an' grabbed me an' likked my tilak all gone. i suppose that's ok; i couldn't lik it myself, annit woulda got all sticky.

this is MY mancat monday post--me, igmu!! it's about time i gotted to write a post!! you kin see three things frum this picture: (1) my razor-sharp shivs make me a mighty slayer of paper bags! nitro will hafta find somewhere else to cower when i decide to whup his kittybutt. (2) my daddy wears a air force belt, which looks a great deal like a snake, an' since i am not allowed outside, it makes a pretty good substitute to tussle wif (although it hurts when i puts the bitey on its head). (3) i am furry polite: i refrained from wommitin' in daddy's hat even though it was in easy reach. mancats rule!!!!

toezie tuesday

iggy's mighty raptor claws--this is how far they hang out of his paws when he's completely relaxed!!!

you realize, ov cawse, our mommer acksidentally posted our box day pictures a week early. if'n you missed 'em then, here they is.

avatar day!

mommer's been a little late gettin' onna avatar bandwagon, but here are her first effurts!

can you guess which of us is who?

              we don't fink it's furry hard to guess;-)

surprise!!!

this mornin', a sparrow landed onna window sill outside an' then jumped up an' clung to the screen. iggy jumped offa the table an' skidded inta the window as soon as he saw him. you can't see it from here, but ig now has screen cross-cross marks on his nose from how hard he plowed into that window.  now nitro and igmu waiting patiently for the sparrow to come back to the window. what are the odds of THAT, after haffin' a giant catface wif fangs bared knock you off yer perch the first time?? poor little berd is prolly layin' onna ground unner the window, wonderin' if ennyberd got the license number of the truck that hit him!

sharing is good!

breffust wif mom ... as long as she ain't lookin'.

adjussment???

daddy plays handy home chiropractor.

but why does I hafta be the one gettin' a adjussment? 

there in't anythin' wrong wif me!!

international box day

ed inna box

NOTE: mommer can't read worth a hoot. she thoughted TODAY was Innernashunal Box Day, so here's our post for NEXT week!

well, it is the "rain box" ...

i couldn't find a box ...