yipes! stripes?

no, i am not growin' skunk stripes. me an' nitro was jostlin' fur the haf-n-haf this mornin' (ed don't get outta bed that early enny more, so we kin haff some if he ain't around), an' i got the werst of it. i didn't want nitro to get it, so i took a lessin frum the dbd an' shook myself all ofur. mommer liked that--she sed, "oh, thank you!" real loud.

werdless wednesday

temptin' tuesday

mommer took this pickchure just befur i put my airplane ears on an' started to lash my tail. i dunno WHY i hafta whip up on my sisfur. i just does. the very fact that she breathes the same air i does is a temptashun to do it. 

peeyes: after the airplane ears, mommer putted the book ofur my face so's i couldn't see xingie ennymore. she is a major (maybe general, even) spoilsport.

world cat day

we are furry proud to take part in WCD!! we are, after all, part of the reason fur it;-) (mommer wishes she had been more onna ball an' done an akshul post, but it was too darn hot this weekend to even think about it, she sez. dunno why; there weren't any more than the usual three to four cats roostin' on her. even when she fled to the kitchen table, at least two of us follered an' draped ourselfs ofur her arms while she read;-)

an' best of all, it's our daddy's purrrthday--happy purrrrthday, you ol' cat lover, you!

thursday treasure hunt

boys? BOYS! BOYS!!

huh?

there's nothing in there for you.

yeah, that's what you allus sez.

and there never IS anything, IS there?

but it smells like noms!

we don't keep the noms there any more, since you two burglars discovered how to pick open the door.

*thunk* OWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!

ed, that wasn't very nice, letting the door slam on iggy's paw. what do you say now?

mumblemumblemumblemumble

ahem; i don't think iggy heard you.

yeah, i did. he said if i hadn't been foolin' wif the door, you woodn'ta efurr heard us an' we coulda got the noms out wifout you knowin'.

but there ARE NO NOMS, you leather-headed little cuss!

yeah, that's what you allus sez 

i feel a headache coming on ...

edmund's asleep ...

so we are takin' this opportunity to wash dishes fur mom--she eats her rice wif butter an' salt, an' we din't want ed to be ofurwhelmed wif temptayshun by the butter, since he ain's sposed to haff no fats. we likes our brofur, an' wantsta keep him healthy!! HONEST!! that's all there was to it. srsly.

3 Ts

tummy, toezies (some of 'em) and tail!

mancat monday guest star!

it's our buddy, getzger! we all liff in springfield missouri, an' that's the home of the saint louis cardinals' farm team. the g-meister is all deckt out in cardinal red, waitin' fur the next game! we  meowers is all cubs fans, onna counta mommer bein' frum chicago, but we gotta admit getzger's stylin' in this photo!!

flat dbd

this is our dbd; she made her OWN "flat" self inna 100-degree heats. mommer can't figger out why us dark-colored furries like to lie inna hot sun even on HOT days. we know, but we ain't tellin'--it does her good to exercise her brain;-)

strange bedfellows

we haff nefur seen ed an' iggy cuddle up fur a nap; an' judgin' by this picture, we nefur will--this is as close as we'll come to it. mommer puts ol' sheets on alla the liffin' room furnichure so's we don't hair it up, but igmu is prolly part mole since he burrows unner alla them. she says bad werds when she finds him bundled up, although then she laffs. we finks ed is prolly glad there's a filter there--it keeps iggy frum buggin' him!

nuthin'

we got nuthin'. it's too hot.

easy like sunday evening

dad looked sooooo cold sittin' there wif his (blinding white) legs hangin' out, so we decided we'd try to keep him warm. he's silly; he had the cold air blowing thingy right above his head an' the ceilin' fan zoomin' away--no WONDER he was cold! even though he's pretty furry (don't biggify, it'll only scare you), he's still not furry like us; you'd think he'd haff enuf sense to put on some clo'es!!

a drop of the hard stuff ...

... that's the name of the book mommer's readin', an' it looks like edmund has already sampled it!!

werdless wednesday

snoopervisin' styles

STYLE ONE:  the dbd follows dad as he cuts the grass, to make sure that he mows straight an' don't leaf no straggledy tall tufts of weeds lurkin' at the edges of the yard. if he does miss some, sometimes she nips 'em off herself.

STYLE TWO:  we, onna ofur paw, snoopervise from the window. we bets on wevver she'll upchuck the trimmin's or not, an' on how high dad'll jump an' which examples frum the bad werd list he'll pick when he runs ofur a doggie land-mine;-)

easy like sunday

i likes it when my mom clines in her cliner!! i kin snuggle efurr-so-close!

thankful thursday

we wanna take this oppertuneity to say fanks! to all of our furriends who stick wif us through thick-n-thin, who take the time to email an' comment, an' who come back to visit us even though we are sometimes lazy (an' sometimes can't get mom off her dead butt to help us) an' don't post a lot. we 'preciates you more than we can say!!

OK, by popular demand:

here's my head!

toezie & tummy tuesday

(no head, though)

(almost a mancat) guest star!!!

mommer went to visit our auntie teresa last week, an' found a new kitteh had taken up residence wif her. his name is stormy, an' he's not efen a year old yet!!

he liked playin' "attack the wiggly-things" wif mom's toezes!

he was furry furriendly:

an' he hafs a twichy foot:

an' he REALLY liked mommer's flip-flop shoes:

mommer an' auntie t'rese an' cousin teanna had a furry fine visit, an' we hopes they gets togefur again soon--they wented out fur a fish dinner, an' we got some treats!!!