now, THIS is ART ;-)

does you all member the dismal, wretched ice storm we had inna ozarks last january? some folks has put the remains to good use:said one of the people involved: " . . . the total piece is not finished. [The artists] still have to paint the tips of the cut limbs and varnish the outer surface of the entire tree. The meat cleaver is not heavy and will not fly out of the tree . . . . It is made of welded steel for structure and filled with fiberglass. It is bolted to four thick limbs and is anchored with cables that are not obvious to a passing viewer/car. As for other seasons that pass by, this large environmental sculpture may take on some 'fun decorations' . . . maybe some lights at Christmas. Who knows? This sculpture is for people who have a great sense of humor, imagination and whimsy in their lives."

that's OUR kind of art! sorta macabre, but hurts no creature.

in the name of ART????????

we begs pardon of anyone who is tender an' gentle an' well-bred. they will be offended by our coarse langwidge and bloody thoughts in this post, but we gots to say it or burst. please don't read further if you don't know the 4-letter word for intercourse that isn't "talk".

this is in regard to the recent posting on the cat blogosphere re: a report of an "artist" who starved a woofie to death as an "art piece". allow us to say, WHAT THE F**K?!?!? there are already millions too many critters dying efurry year from neglect--did there need to be one more?? deliberately????

our mom cried for half a hour an' hurled a hairball wifout no hairs in it, after she read the report an' signed the petition. she hadda go home from work early acause she was raging mad by then. she hollered quite some. we hasn't seen her this mad, efurr. an' when she splained why, we got even madder. we may may be housecats, but there are thousands an' hunnerts of thousands of killers in our collective kitty-consciousness, an' by bast, they're stirrin'! nunna them efurr saw any need to murder somethin' just to watch it die.

we wanna find this guy an' lock him inna box an' let him starve. nuts to that "turn the other cheek" stuff for . . . we almost said "beans" but this ain't no human . . . creeps like this. we just pure an' simple want him dead, an' we ain't sorry for sayin' it. that woofie din't do nuthin' to deserve that death, but the "artist" DID!

we knows we prolly won't find him to lock him up an' starve him, but we puts the curse o' sekhmet (Avenger of Wrongs, oh, Great Scarlet Lady!) on him. she'll eat his liver. wifout fava beans or chianti.

we is ROYALLY PISSED OFF and want to go to war. biting, hissing, slicing, rending, shredding . . . the furniture better look out tonight!!!

(mom's takin' away the puter now, acause she's afurraid we're gonna start wallering each ofurr around if we keeps on rantin' . . .)

wordless-what's the secret of this piccy?

we gots an award!!

our buddy, fat eric, has gifted us wif this nifty award:it shows he has furry good taste! (an' prolly tastes furry . . . we bets he has a flavor;-)

thank you, eric!

ransom!!

ed & nitro: mom, you isn't goin' day hunting today. we has captured your purse an' keys, an' you can't have 'em back until you pays the ransom: a whole day of snuggles, pettins, cuddles, skritches, lovins an' treatses. it's chilly an' drizzly today, an' we needs extra, extra comfort.

mom: boys, so do i, believe me!! wish i could oblige. but who do you think pays for those treatses? me, 'cause i go day-hunting.

boys: ok, we will (draws deep breath) do wifout the treatses. just the snuggles, etc. will redeem your stuff. an' maybe a bite or two of your lunch.

mom: sounds mighty tempting, boys. mighty tempting . . .

tabby tuesday

a bokay of kitties!!

mom recommends . . .

that you take a gander at today's Two Lumps (10/8/07). she's been laughing hysterically. we don't see the humor. it's just what kitties do--it's in bold print in the kitty rule book!

mancat monday

mancat nelson keeps up with the news of the world!

snoozin' sunday

it's a millyun degrees in here, acause the cold-air blower died deader'n a doornail, but nitro still sleeps on his beloved printer for his sunday morning nap. the woofies are panting like mad, an' the sensible kitties are sprawled out on the tile floor in the kitchen -- but not nitro.
he will be well done by evening!

farewell, jasmine

rest well, miss jasmine. we will miss you, but are glad to know you are now all comfortable an' wifout pain. we even bets you ain't grumpy no more an' greeted gizzy at the bridge wif a nuzzle an' head bump.

we purrs purrs of comfort to you, mom, an' to millie, too. it's a sad time, but soon only the good memories will remain. bless you both.

we joins up wif kellie

we is proud to fly the NBCAM banner, in honor of all the beans who deal wif this disease--specially our bean cousin, naomi, who is recovering nicely from her surgery last week--an' in honor of all our aunties an' gramma. we is PROUD of you, efurrybean, an' hopes someday nocat or bean will hafta post this banner anymore!

toesie tuesday!

edmundo's plump, pink pads an' soft furs. if you biggify the picture, you can see he's been kneading in mom's hairs. there's a strand of it tangled in the big beard-y center clump of furs!


an' scroll down to the previous post below for last night's late-evening addition: Edmund Joins "Da Bearsss" on zoolatrynfl! many fanks to maggy & zoey & mom ann for their portrayal of ed ready to dance inna endzone. we bets his paws won't be so prissy-pretty after a scrimmage!!

late-breaking news!!!!!

courtesy of the gang at zoolatry, edmund joins "da bearssss!" (as you chicagoans know it's pronounced)!! (lord knows he needs some exercise besides chasin' xingxing!

mencat monday

LOOK!! we has been made into art by the process known as "zoolatrification" by maggy & zoey ofur at zoolatry. we is furry proud to be art! please visit them. you'll see lots of our furriends there--maybe efen yourself--an' lots more, besides! This post appeared on their site yesterday, 30 Sept 07.

OVER EASY . . . on Sunday morning.

sunday sunshine

sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy . . .

caturday

we's tunin' up our lazer eyes in case any vishus deers saunter by!
(nitro was busy bein' washed by cocoa, so he missed practice. we gave him detention an' he hasta practice twice tomorrow!)

how i gots my name - xingxing

henry helton tagged us for this meme - thanks, henry!

Xing Lu Pierce: one cold febuary day, My Daddy an' My Grandaddy were driving in the big red machine to take some tree arms to the place where the city of springfield lets beans leave wood an' leafs. out in the wild somewhere where there were no houses, only open spaces wif fences, they saw something blue at the edge of the road. when they got closer, they saw it was a zip-up bag that cold drinks rest in, an' it looked furry new. so My Daddy stopped an' grabbed the handle an' swung it up into the big box on the back of the machine where the sticks were. he thought maybe it would be good to take along on the trips where he goes to visit fishes.

after they pulled out alla sticks from the box at the wood an' leaf place, he thought maybe he oughta see why the bag seemed a little heavy. so he unzipped it, an' out popped my little head! he unzipped some more, an' i leaped into his arms an' hid my head unner his arm. i was furry scared an' he hugged me tight (which i like) an' 'tected me. My Daddy is my hero!! i don't 'member how i got where he found me, an' i don't 'member much before that time. it seems i has been here always.

when he got back to town, i met My Mommy. she an' My Daddy were big fans of a story called firefly on the living room picture box . so she named me xing lu, which somebody told her means "fortunate jade" in chinese bean language. i was certainly furry fortunate, an' my eyes is as green as the pretty stone called jade.

i love My Mommy and My Daddy, an' ofurr beans, too--all ofurr beans. even the woofies. but oh, gosh, i wish those boycats would stay on the desert island where we went on the pirate cruise! My Mommy thinks i maybe nefur saw ofurr cats before i came to them, only beans an' woofies who were nice. could be, but you can't prove it by me! ;-)

wordless wednesday

how i gots my name - nitro

henry helton tagged us for this meme - thanks, henry!

Nitro S Pierce: when the beanboy's girlfriend's mom found me by the gas station dumpster one cold november day, i nefurr dreamed i would end up in such a nice place like i am now. i din't even know what a "nice place" was. it was rainy an' i was pretty wretched, so i din't kick or bite when she picked me up. she thought i would be a nice friend for her woofie, but it didn't turn out that way! he hated me on sight, an' the feelin' was mutual!!

so she gave me to the beangirl (who lived with the beanboy). they each had a kitty, an' i was pretty feisty an' the ofurr kitties was furry cowardy. finally, the youngbeans couldn't take the constant ruckus of me beatin' up on the kitties anymore, so i came to live with mom and dad. not all the kitties here are wild about me either, 'cause they just can't keep up with me!!! but mom an' dad didn't give up on me, an' i am home furefurr now!! i am daddy's special boy!

the boy & girl had been calling me "little red", but mom allowed as how that just wasn't a fit name for a kitty who had as much purrrsonality as i do. so dad named me for his (orangey-red) "Nitro" bass boat, which has a lotta zip an' pep like me. it smells of yummy fishes, but he won't efurr take me along to meet them in purrrson!

mom gave me my middle initial, "S-with-no-period-just-like-harry-truman", an' she says in my case, it stands for "stubborn". i prefer to think of myself as dedicated to a cause. usually, the cause is getting into something i shouldn't, but that comes wif my firey personality. i knows no fear, not even the jaws of the cocoa-woof!

an' i tack on the "pierce" part myownself, 'cause i'm glad i'm part of the fambly! (besides, the name sounds unbalanced wifout a last name!)

. . . . xingxing's name story will happen on thursday, after a brief interruption for Wordless Wednesday!

how i gots my name - ed

henry helton tagged us for this meme--thanks, henry!

(Sir) Edmund Percival Hillary: i was one of six little kitties born to a slick black kittymama (i don't remember her people-given name, but i have always thought of her as "food/smell/good/warm"). my kittydaddy was probably the fluffy grey travelin' man that used to hang around with her. when kittymama was round as a punkin an' we were ready to make our way into the world, nice beans (a man and lady my mom worked with) let her come in the house so we could be born safely. they found nice homes for us. they gave us names for while we lived there, and i was called "piglet"; i had a sibling called "cow" who was marked like me but had short furs instead of long.

the day i was born was my (bean) mom's birthday, so i was very tickled to go home wif her. she waited a long eight weeks before taking me to my furefurr home, so i musta been worth waitin' for! there were lotsa big grown-up kitties at my new home, an' i was scared 'cause i was still furry little. to stay as far away from them as i could, i allus climbed up to the highest place i could get, which lotsa times was mom's head. she figgered that like the brave bean mountain climber, i climbed "'cause it was there," an' that's how i gots my name an' came to live here.

peeyes: sometimes i has what the ofurr kitties call delusions, an' think an' act like a knight in armour, like the kind that's called "sir". i don't consider them delusions; i prefer to think i'm channelling a brave an' chivalrous bean of olden times. mom's allus readin' that kind of story, an' has friends who dress up like lords an' ladies, so chivalry has allus been part of my world. the ofurr kitties tease, but mom thinks that it is nice to be a little politer an' gallant sometimes (although it was lots of fun being a pirate for a while)!