mom is a spoil-sport!!

it was "stoo", an' it just torchered us fur HOURS an' HOURS wif good smells. durin' our naps, we even dreamed we were bein' torchered by haffin' foods kept away frum us in anofur room!!!

igmu's gettin' to be a big boy!

little moo-moo was a scrawny specimen when he came to lif wif us back inna summer.










but as you can see, he is morphin' into a very nice porch panther.
he is now definitely bigger than a breadbox!!

one word meme

mom has a facebook meme right now where people describe her in one word. here's hers for us:

ed: bemused

nitro: mouse-breath

xing lu: princess

igmu: copycat

does you haf any words 'bout us? or do you haf the same meme? let us know!

wounded wednesday

mama?

yes, xingie?

does you still luff me?

yes, sugar-pie.

even though i hurted you?

yes, sugar-pie; even though you gaffed me like a fish.

uhhh, 'scuse me?

that just means "stuck me in a vein with your needlelike claws and made me bleed copiously despite direct pressure applied immediately".

oh.

what on earth were you thinking?

i saw the iggymonster onna floor ofur by daddy's chair.

on the floor? that's hardly the same thing as him sitting on my arm six inches away from you!!

i know; i dunno why i thought i could smack him. efurrything just turned red in front of my eyes and i smacked. seein' him makes me wanna smack. an' he hisses an' spits at me, an' smacks back.

don't i always tell you that the boycats just like to tease?

he wasn't teasin'.

what was he doing that ticked you off, then?

he was breathin'.

that's NOT the same as teasing, xingxing.

when it comes to boycats, it's the same thing.

nope.

yup.

xingie? what goes on in that little head of yours?

i dunno, mama.

me neither, honeypot. me neither.

tuesday trauma: tail of two fevvers

mom an' miss ginger went out shopping togefur, an' when they came home, this is what they found in our front yard :
a fevver called a hawk (of some sort, daddy finks a young redtail--does ennycat know fer sure? we lives in southwestern missouri) tacted an' kilt (!) anover fevver (a dove). the hawk fevver just stood there an' stood there while they took pictures, an' din't fly away until they started to walk out to it. an' then they realized that the hawk had been perched on the remains of the dove--he carried them up an' away wif him, an' this is all that was left behind!!we wanted to go out an' roll inna fevvers an' take 'em indoors for playin' but mean ol' mom sed we coudn't acause fevvers carry sickies called sit-a-co-sis, an' she din't want 'em inna house. pooey. obviously, the hawk wasn't scairt of no sickies!!

we gots a suspicious envellup!!

an' then mom tored it open fur us:

we loves these catnip piggies!!
thank you, mrs. victor-n-nina's-mommy!!

an' now here's a bonus video of the
evil pen-monster tormenting nitro and iggy!

we gots it good!!

the book title* sez it all!

(xing is here too, only tucked up in mom's right armpit, where you can't see her.)

*Cats' Kingdom by Jeremy Angel. whicky wuudler's mum put us on the trail of this book (thanks, whicky's mum!!). our liberry couldn't get us a copy acause it's out of print, but mom was able get one really cheap ($1, plus $3.99 postage) through a service that specializes in o.p. and remaindered books. it's about a huge kitty community that lived onna farm in japan in their own big houses. mr. angel took pictures and described their lives inna furry inneresting way, an' we liked hearing about it as mom read aloud. lotsa the behaviors those japanese kittehs had sounded just like ours!

mom allus sez "mitakuye oyasin" about beans, so it must be true fur kittehs, too: we really IS all related, no matter where we live!

paradox

oh, sorry. that shoulda been "pair o'tocks". our bad. *smirk*

mancat meets mustard on monday!!

mom set out some honey-mustard dip inna li'l cup stoled liberated frum a restorant for her chicken nuggets, an' the nuggets weren't cookin' fast enuf fur iggy. so here's the result of what happened when her back was turned:even as he felt her paw wrapping around his scruff, he dove still deeper into the little cup as if to get as much sauce as possible before being hauled away. an' once she'd grabbed him, did she ask dad to hurry up an' get a wet cloth to wipe his poor little face off? oh, hell no. she yelled, "QUICK!!! GET THE CAMERA!!!" they was laffin'!!! we tells ya, a cat can't get no respect around here.

after the delayed wiping off, he sat on the table an' kept on lickin' an' lickin' his chops, an' they laffed at that, too. then, like the big, dopey bean she is, she left the li'l cup right where it was, an' went off to post this barrassing picture. strangely, igmu din't touch it. just kept lickin' his chops. an' lickin'.

mom sez that was hot sweet mustard sauce an' flames oughta be shootin' outta iggy's butt any time now. we'll keep you posted. or not. you may not WANNA know.

snug as . . .

three bugs in a rug!

it's furry cold here (inna 40s ofurnight annit STAYS that way inna house!!!! ::mom: no, it's a reasonable 65 right now in the living room::) an' dad won't make a fire inna big metal warming box. we bets he's cold too, acause he's wearin' flannel pants an' long sleeves, an' is cuddlin' inna reclining chair wif a fluffy blankie.

he sez it's acause we doesn't haff much wood inna woodpile, an he ain't wastin' it on somecats who wear fur coats ennyway!! we fink he should get offa his duff an' go get some. we doesn't care if he had eye sirjury, he's got them funny goggles to keep the dust outta his eyes. he sez right now his job is to go back to day hunting an' bring home the bacon, but as much as we likes bacon, we'd settle fur a load of wood!!

gone again

mom an' dad are goin' ta sheecargo again, so we will be 10-10 an' onna side fur a while. we'll catch up when we get back. don't go haffin' too much fun wifout us!!

. . . to cross the bounding main!

greetings, me hearty kitties! an' welcome to all ye NOMS guests!!

first off this day, i commands that we all doffs our headgear an' remember wif a moment o' silence all those what has gone inta the Great Beyond befur us, not least among them our revered Cap'n Nels the Cranky, wifout whom we none o' us would efur haf stepped paw on board a sailin' vessel nor trod a sandy isle. an' th' while, be namin' in yer minds ALL those whom we remember this day, an' whom we honors wif feastin' an' carousal, as befits them what follows the way o' a gentlecat o' fortune!

***** silence *****

we seeks this day to soothe our souls wif the poundin' heartbeat o' our planet--the mighty waves what wash the shores o' the world. they scour the marks o' time from the beaches--let their sound wash clean our memories of all but the sweet reminders.

the good ship cat o' nine tails be at yer sarvice. be so kind as to notice the figgerhead. it were carved fur us by an ol' shipwright what had retired t'the Ol' Piratecats' Home that cap'n nels built wif part o'the booty from last year's adventure.

so let us away to fling oursel's on the bosom o' the ocean! if ye ha' not a ship, come aboard wi' us! if ye ha' yer own fine ship, cast off right smart, an' jine the flotilla. ah, a fine sight it is!

here be yer host crew:

nitro the nasty
xing the slice
ol' scratch's own coally wee imp -- igmu, the cabinkitt
an' i be yer 'umble cap'n, mao fang, in the glorious tradition o' cap'n nels.

belowdecks there be all manner o' amenities:

soft beds fur nappin'
the mess deck for, well . . . nommin':

an' a bountiful feast set forth from th' galley:

an' a sweet treat fur those what craves it
('specially them lads onna black furrball)

there be tuna juice aplenty fur them as likes it, as well as niptinis, fat cat ale, meowgaritas, an' the like at the sideboard. although the late cap'n nels were known to despise umberella drinks (an' we hope he ain't gonna spin up a waterspout in his wrath at this change), mao fang be master now, an' it be well known he do like his tipple! o'course, there's moo juice an' adam's ale aplenty fur them what don't imbibe spiritous likkers or be too young to do so yet.

there be plenty o' games an' toys fur playin', an' ye won't hafta work too hard t' move 'em--the ocean be doin' it fur ye!!

the latest in comfort stations be sitchyated on the orlop deck -- 'ware the ladders, there be a lot o' rungs! truth told, th' comfort station BE the orlop deck--since we kitties be but light in weight (though we be many), a load o' sand were added as ballast, an' there be plenty o' space t'accomodate us all, wif bounteous material fur scratchin'. mind the cabinkitt, howsomefurr--he likes t'get a close look at the goin's on, if ye get me drift, an' i've no desire t'preside at a bathin' party.

there be plenty o' litter sifters stationed 'roundabout, so our "head" be clean at all times. be ye not dismayed at their form. i has not clapped eye on 'em meself, but believes them t'be a sort o' fevver . . . i heered Pirate Mum say she'd engaged a platoon o' polly-tishuns t'man th' shovels, as they were 'customed t'that line o'work.

yarrrrrrr! we has sighted our furrst port o' call, the beautyous island o' meooorea.

the natives be furriendly, an' colorfully dressed, an' their beans allus has special foods ready fur kitties!

an' while we be on the island, remember that the onshore comfort stations be located inna bushes back AWAY frum the beach!

there be lots o' nappin' places fur sun an' shade.

there be plenty o' snacks at water's edge for ye what's been known
t'dabble yer toezies inna water:

when we've sampled all the goodness that this lovely island holds, why then--we shall weigh anchor an' tellyport ofur the seas afollowin' th' mighty vessel the black furrball as doughty cap'n dante an' crew leads us on a bold adventure through the perilous devil's triangle to a fabled island called "baast". we finds it not on any chart, so we be trustin' the wise master o' th' furrball t'bring us into port an' out o' it again!

we thanks ye each an' all fur yer good faith an' partycipation these three september 19ths--an' hopes ye will teach yer kits t'carry on this tradition long years after we be drydocked at the Ol' Piratecats Home!! there has been cats aboard ship (much to the detriment o' ratties) since sail first spanked inna breeze, an' we shall NOT let this custom pass from our world.

god bless ye, fair company!!

CONTEST WINNER:

this morning, we hadda remind our buddy getzger to send us the name of the caption contest winner. here is his response:

So sorry! I've been busy drinking and sleeping and riding in cars. As opposed to chasing cars.

It will have to be The Tower Hill Mob with "I told you it wasn't a pencil sharpener!"

so now we know. concatulations, toby an' cupcake!! yer seegar will be on its way soon!!

an' efurryone, lookit the next post, too!!

HEYYYY, YOU GUYYYYYYSSSS!

skeezix, mao, rocky, & trip's food lady is runnin' a
pirate costume contest !!!

whatta way to get inna spirit o' th'day!!

go enter NOW, dressed in yer best piratical finery!!

YARRRRRR!

the tuna joose be ready fur loadin' aboardship, an' the flag be ready to hoist.
be ye sailin' wif us on 19 september? 'tis "meow like a pirate day"
(although woofies may woof like a pirate, etc.).

here be yer badge; display it purrroudly, an' ready yer tales o'derring-do onna high seas
(er low seas, if that be yer thing;0)

your caption, please?

25 words or less!

an' our furriend getzger has again grudgingly graciously agreed to judge the contest. prize will be anuther nip seegar!

formerly feral igmu

igmu sapa @ 9 weeks, originally uploaded by olrebbie.

feral frum berth, but feral no more! i'se a happy li'l kitty at my mama an' daddy's house--an' onna hams ov the werld tour! my big brofurs are takin' good care ov me an' i has lerned a new word: "OINK"!

widebody wordless wednesday

big mencats

i found out that this orange kitty is my big brofur, nitro!
i nefur had nuffin' like him befur. he's pretty fun!

he is teachin' me stuff so i can learn to be a big mancat like him! he teaches me THoE, an' "bite the kittie's bippy until he squeaks", an' snorin', an' "pootin' makes mom's eyes water", an' wrasslin', an' how to chase through the crackly tunnel, an' how to hide inna nylon box an' dart out an' gif xing heart failure. mama whaps us bofe for that, but it's fun ennyhow! i likes my brofur!!

easy like . . . well, YOU know

happy family, togefur again!