wordless wednesday ...

tabby tummy tuesday

LOOK! ed has saddlebags . . . but no saddle;-)

. . . or is it an edslide????

mancat monday - edmund

ed snoopervises . . . uh, helps . . . while mom sends a get well card!
he is our quality control officer for posting, 'cause he spells better'n most of us.

thank you, one and all!

thank each an' efurry bean an' kitty for leavin' kind comments an' condolences on our post about cousin bradley. they sure made us an' mom feel better. an' we're sure his mom an' dad an' fambly (specially his gramma bean an' auntie colie) feel better knowing that youse guys are understanding and supportive. that's THE furry best thing about bein' with youse in the kitty blogosphere!

we is furry sad today . . .

we found out yesterday that our woofie cousin, bradley, went to the rainbow bridge. he was a furry nice, well behaved woofie wif a really silky coat. our mom helped us make this picture to remember him, but she din't get it buzzackly how she wanted it, acause she was so sad about bradley that she wetted the keyboard until she was afurraid it'd short out. you kin biggify it to see better. we sends our purrs an' headbonks to bean cousins pam an' bob, an' bradley's bean brofur, scott an' his fambly.

it wasn't us, mom!

nope. not us. we dunno WHO dun it, mom. maybe that little see-through feller from the family circus toon, mr. "not me". yup. yeahhhhhhh, that's the ticket. WE would NEFUR fight an' roll around on the counter an' knock the ceramic owl mug onto the quarry tile floor. at 3 ayem. inna morning. nefur. not us. nope. you din't see any of us out there when you staggered out, barefoot an' squinty-eyed, didja? see? it COULDN'TA been us. we wasn't even there. nope. not us, mom.

howcome ya din't get a photo of the destruction? maybe you woulda got a picture of that "not me" guy on film! huh? you hadda clean up the pieces before you could get to the camera, an' you'd be dipped in WHAT before you spread them all out again just to take a picture? that's not furry nice langwidge, mom.

but it wasn't us. really. REALLY!

mancat monday

even the manliest of mencats stop to luxuriate in a good chin-skritch once in a while. pampering can be manly, too!

space cat-dets!

we is furry proud of the discofurry team! they has a lady bean for a boss!!! mom sez that's one small step for a woman, one big leap for womankind! the captain-lady likes to nickname her crew members, so after we attended a briefing by her, we took some names we thought she'd like: Nelson La-Po, Sir Edmun-Do, Nitro-NO-NO!, an' Xing Lo.

(ok, we had a li'l help from the nice furs an' beans at zoolatry. an' they made the nice picture of us at the briefing, an' gave us the pretty patch!) they are SO artsy an' helpful!!! mom's head has almost sploded from makin' the peace globe, an' she'da nefurr got anything this nice done for the discofurry's return! THANKS, zoolatry tribe!!

we saw the meezers, sammy & miles, inna distance, but they were riding on cap'n pambo's shoulders, so we din't get to talk to them. hometown boys gets ALL the perks;-)

dona nobis pacem

we is proud to help represent all bloggin' kitties (an' there are many of us!!! check us out!!--there are even woofies, too!) in this blogblast for peace.

we is just like human beans. mostly all we wants is enough food an' clean water; warm, peaceful naps; an' a safe place to stay. then we is satisfied, an' more likely not to fight wif one anofurr. (well, OK, a little catnip doesn't hurt.)

so please, you beans who is readin' this--help ofurr beans an' all ofurr creatures all ofurr the world to achieve this by donating time, green spending papers, your helpful ideas, an' anything else you can think of to better their situations. just little things, cumulatively, will do it. this is the first, best step towards world peace. YOU CAN DO IT! WILL YOU????

ed's ginormous toesies!

sleepy sunday on movee monday

all the 4-leggers are sleeping! that's xena the woofie out near the noise-box, and the dark blob onna floor between the recliners is cocoa. nelson is actually sleeping, we believes. he doesn't like to lie down on beans or chairs. (well, maybe onna chair if no one else's in it, an' maybe sometimes he'll park his toosh on a lap an' cling to the chair arm, but this is just too populated for him to be comfortable. mom filmed this on sunday evening, pretty much too late to post, so here it is on movee monday!

an' allow us to say, we LOVE uploading directly through blogger!! it's the bee's knees!!

feline friday

attribute of all felines: cats are curious.

ergo, cats who already behave like they're on crack get caffeinated. cats get crazier. mom gets craziest! (especially when thinking of all the times she's turned her back for a second to get the toast [like now], and blithely slurped down the rest of her coffee after sitting back down. feh.)

happy halloween to all!!!

trick or treat from nitro, nels, ed, an' xing!!

BOO!!

our mom at the day hunting place.
she looks just the same as always to us, but she insisted
on posting this today!

monday meme for ms peach

bless you, miss peach, our sweet angel! we is purrin' an' purrayin'!

Our good furriend ramses nominated us for the Cherish meme in honor of Ms. Peach, so here it is:

1. when mom comes home for lunch today, we will swarm her when she sits in her recliner, an' cover her up to be warm. she has been chilled all weekend, 'cept when daddy made a fire in the stove on saturday for a while. so we will be her warming bottles, an' purr her into a nap. nels will sit by her left arm an' pat her gently, an' ed will keep the top of her head warm as he grazes in her hairs from the top of her chair. so we will literally "chairish" her!!
2. there will be plenty o' huggin', especially from edmund, who LOVES to snuggle in her hairs while holding her head in place by huggin' her neck. an' she will hug him back real hard, 'cause she says he is her firstest "very own" kitty who loves only her an' not dad too (much). of course, xing will contest that with a few hisses.
3. we tags skeezy an' psyko trip!
4. we is just waitin' for that door to open, an' the hugfest will begin . . . well, after she lets the woofies out to pee, an' we can be uninterrupted!!

here are the rules of the Cherish meme:
1. tell us what is the most sweetest warm thing you will do to your mommy (what is the sweetest thing that your kitty will do to you)
2. And, hug your mommy, tightly... (and, hug your kitty....tightly...)
3. Tag your good friend...
4. Leave your computer, and continuing hug each other...

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 . . .