HAPPY EASTER, EFURRYONE!!

wif furry best wishes for a
peaceful, blessed year

from all the meower fambly!

to our jewish furriends . . .

may your passover seders be joyous, may your year hold no sadness,

may all your lives be filled with the sweetness of honey!

13 places mom has found cat-hurl!!

1. inna folded-up sofa-bed
2. inna bathtub wif the shower door closed
3. inna shoe
4. inna purse
5. onna fireplace shovel
6. on toppa the microwave
7. inna suitcase fulla clothes
8. inna laundry basket
9. inna litterbox (mom actually praised us for that one)
10. onna keyboard (mom actually cussed us for that one)
11. onna new rugsucker
12. onna dinner plate (empty until then)
13. inna linen closet

wordless wednesday

tabby tuesday . . .

mom sez payshunts is a verchoo, an' i likes to keep
mom happy, so i am verchoous when he does stuff like this.

but paybacks is h*ll--
this is why i sing for my brekfust at 4:30 ayem.
he keeps sabbatoojeyin' my naptime.

ex-feral furriday

Uncle Eeker!!!
you've heard us mention him before, so now you can put a face wif the name. this is mom's bestest picture of our long-ago uncle. she just found it in an album, so she scanned an' posted it for all of us to see. he was part of a feral fambly that lived in mom's back yard one summer. mom rescued his orange littermate, mouse mcnasty (The First Cat), acause their cat mama had left him behind when she moved the brood--not once, but twice! the other kitties from the litter grew up wif the mama an' stayed away from beans.

one by one throughout the summer, howefur, the mama cat an' ofur kitties disappeared, an' finally only the half-grown grey tuxie remained. he was still wary, but would come to the back porch to eat chows mom left out for him.

one very cold fall morning, mom opened the door an' he din't run away. he sneezed; he coughed. she touched him, an' he din't flinch or move, just looked at her wif goopy eyes. she picked him up and brought him in, wrapped him in a towel, an' called a neighbor to please take them to the v-e-t.

eekie was a furry sick boy fur a while, but the meddysins the v-e-t gave him finally made him better. soon he an' his brofur were playin' an' rough-housin', an' that's how he came to live inside. he lived a long, healthy life, an' became the King of the Cats in our house. mom an' dad still talk about him, an' we wishes we had knowed him. (you kin clickify on his picture to see mom's flickr post.)

terrrorfyin' thursday! *NOT SUITABLE FOR THE WEAK-STUMMICKED OR VERY YOUNG KITTEHS*

WARNING: maybe you should put yer paws ofur yer eyes an' just peek at this post insteada readin' it outright. you might haf nap-mares!!!
oh, dear bast! we din't know until today that mom stayed in a house in michigan when she went to our dear auntie ethel's funeral a couple of weeks ago. we thought she was safe inna hotel. we are nefur, efur letting her go to michigan again, where the vishus deer are SO vishus that they chase you right through the walls into the house!!!

fortunately, this feller got stuck inna wall, so he couldn't get nobean, not mom, not gramma, not auntie marilyn or uncle john--they all hadda sleep there two nights, an' mom sez she' nefur closed an eyelid the whole time acause she hadda watch to see if the deer was gonna get loose of the wall!! he has been stuck there a pretty long time, we finks, acause she sez he has perfected the art of stayin' furry, furry still while watchin' his prey.

*ooooooooooooooo! it gives us frinklebots just thinkin' of this!!!*

wordless wednesday

a little talk on tuesday . . .

man(bean) to man(cat) about:

1. who ate the last of the cornbread, and
2. why did he do it at 3:30 in the ayem?!?, and
   
3. is he gonna do it again?
   

answers: (easy-peasy)

1. two guesses, and the first one doesn't count,
2. because that's when the aluminum pan makes the loudest clatter on the kitchen floor tiles!
3. duh.

mancat monday

mencats is flexible!

wordless wednesday

i am mortified!!

*BLUSH* *BLUSH* *BLUSH*

samantha & tigger an' us4 was right! my rotten, no-good brofurs finally asplained about a "pear" anna "pair". they hooted an' hollered an' teased alla time they were asplainin'. those boycats are coarse, coarse, coarse!!

WHY would My Mama think i would even WANT such things???? they just gets lopped offa boycats, anyway, so how much could they haf to do with bein' brave?? i finks their portance must be vastly overrated. lotsa boycats AN' girlcats are brave an' haf adventures, so i don't see the connection at all. My Mama sez there are lotsa mysteries that are not meant to be solved. maybe this is one of them.

what's wrong wif my spelling??!

My Mama is laffin' an' laffin'. she saw my post about the pear, an' said my spellin' could use a little improvement. she said the improvement would make the whole phrase clear, but i still don't get it. a pair of WHAT???

toezie toosday

a nice matched set of nitro-toes!

grow a pear?

that's what My Mama sez to me efurry time i run yowling through the house, or hiss or spit or smack at those boogery boycats. i don't unnerstand. "oh, xing, fergossakes, GROW A PEAR!" how will that help me? i has tasted pears, an' they are juicy-yummy, but just can't imagine how growing a pear can help me keep those boycats away. i know growing it involves digging inna dirt an' droppin' a seed an' coverin' up an' fertilisin' an' waterin'--an' i can take care of all that! but what will growin' a pear help me do to those nasty boys?

sunday morning frost

nitro: yeah, frost. it's my butt that's frosted, howefur!! in both senses of the word. daddy is on the hiss list. boooooo! hissssss! he din't make a nice cozy fire last night OR this morning before he left for whatefur it is he left fur, an' it's so cold . . .
xing (offstage, left) : how cold is it???
n: not so cold that we would efur think of letting YOU inna nap pile, you pr. . .
MOM: Sonny, no name calling. Dad's company is taking part in a trade show, and he's the manager, so he's gotta be there even though it's Sunday. Now, behave.
n: sure. like dad behaved all night. he was out here snorin' an' mutterin' an' NOT PLAYIN' when we wanted to. an' we brought him all our best toys that cocoa hasn't eaten yet, an' all we got for our troubles was additions to the bad word list. an' i bin hafin' to wear ed's tail like a scarf to keep my delicate meower in working order so i can sing throughout the house later.
M: Well, you better stifle that singing tonight. Dad has a cold and is having trouble breathing when he lies down flat, so sleeping in the recliner helps him.
n: hah! he obviously does not haf a grasp on the nature of things in our house. beds in bedrooms is where beans sleep, an' recliners in living rooms is where cats sleep. you guys won't let us sleep in yer bed, so how come he gets to sleep in ours???
M: Mostly because he pays for the bed AND the recliner, you ingrate. It wouldn't be anything at all to you to move to the other recliner. I see you sleeping willy-nilly in all the chairs in the living room all the time. What difference does it make which one you sleep in?
n: the same difference it makes to dad, i guess. it's where i WANNA sleep.
M: Just hush your pert mouth, buster. In his case, that recliner is molded to his butt and it's more comfy. Your butt doesn't care where it's parked. Besides, you guys don't know what cold really is. Look at these pictures from Chicago--it's so cold that the birdies have to leave for warmer climates before their houses fill up with snow, and even the trees have to wear blankets!!
n: ??????
M: Yeah. So cork up.
n: corking up now, mom. (aside, to ed: jeez. she grew up there; no wonder she's so . . .)
M: WHAT??????
n: *ahem* ahhhh, no wonder you're so, um, so brave an' hardy an' stuff . . .
M: Yes, I'm sure that's what you were going to say.

plastic head

Mamma?
yes, my little princess cat?
why are you usin' the cell phone alla time instead of the one onna table that we like to whap an' play wif?
because the one you guys knock down every other minute is broken.
did we break it?
one of you did. i'm not mentioning names, but his initials are edmund percival.
oh. why is My Daddy crawlin' onna floor behine the cliner chairs where we sleep?
because he has to fix the phone.
Mamma!! he's usin' words from the bad word list!
yes, he certainly is.
is he gonna use 'em ALL up?
yes, probably.
does that help with fixin'?
i doubt it, but it might help keep your daddy from snatchin' ol' ed baldheaded when he catches him, because your brofur is a twerp.
well, yes. but what does twerpyness haf to do wif bad words?
ed has the particular kind of twerpyness that makes him eat plastic. you know he likes to crunch the bread wrappers, and wally-world bags, and the blinds, and sammich bags and such.
why is that so bad?
because it also makes him eat electric cords. he has nibbled my laser printer cord, two digital transfer cords, and now chewed the power cord on the telephone in two! i'm puttin' hot sauce on the new ones as soon as daddy's done.
like you puts on tacos? will ed like that?
let's hope not.
*smirk* i won't say a word >;-)

oh-so-freaky friday . . .

we presents for your delectation:

http://groups.google.com/group/talk.origins/browse_thread/thread/9263b3be16d586f3/5241e6c947f8431e?pli=1

okay, it's a little out of date, but we've had other things to do . . . . besides, some of us weren't even borned yet when this church was organized! (ummmm, make that none of us were even borned yet, an' mom neglected to tell us about it. she has been remiss in our religious education; the never-cleaned litter-box awaits her. oh, wait; that's already at our house.)

please note: the meowers are not responsible for the tenets expressed in the text quoted. although some of them seem downright logical . . .

you see what i hafta put up with?

cocoa's a pretty nice woofie mosta the time, but gosh! sometimes she gets carried away; i think she thinks her squirrel toy and i are related
--an' my tail's not fluffy at all!!

izzis a welcome home ceremony?

or a cat wif a itchy head? YOU decide!