thankful thursday

ahhhhhh, head skritchies!!

i am thankful mommer hafs nice long fingernails!!

sleepin' wif the enemy

who would belief that this mornin', these two were swearin' an' tusslin' an' threatenin' to rip each ofur's hearts out an' eat 'em wifout enny beans OR red wines. they was fightin' so hard, somecat (or maybe both) was pootin' wif eggsershun, an' there's tufties of white, brown, AND orinch furs efurrywhere!! 

bird t.v. - streaming live!!!

wif a speshul guest appearance by the dbd an' a sqwerl!! mommer was enjoyin' my active viewin' (jumpin' an' chatterin') so much, she fergot to take a picture of that stuff. the pichur above is when i furst tuned in.

easy like sunday

now if daddy would only put down the flashybox, efurrything would be purrfect!

haste makes ...

WET!

mommer's tol' him an' tol' him not to rush her when she pours our haff-n-haff treats, but does he lissen?

Still Life: Catloaf with Newspaper

i am here today to tell you about my rotten boycat brofur, nitro. 

on caturday, i was sleepin' on My Mama's lap inna livin' room. just sleepin', not wigglin', not wavin' a paw, not stretchin', not nuthin' but sleepin'. edmund jumped up an' layed onner left arm like he allus does; he doesn't bofur me much ennymore except to stare a little when he first gets onna chair. then i hisses at him to remind him that I am the LadyCat, an' he jus' squints an' turns away an' gets comfertable. sometimes i even let his furs touch mine, because he isn't lookin' at me. i know i sed i was gonna talk about nitro, but i mentions ed acause he is showin' signs of Learnin' Manners. My Mama sez it's just that he's gettin' to be an oldguycat an' doesn't wanna invest his energy in fightin' ennymore, but I believe it's my Good Influence. i will sivilize these boycats if it kills them!

howefur, things climbed into the handbasket when that fathead nitro jumped up onna footpart of My Mama's recliner chair an' layed down inna loaf position. an' he stared at me. wif great big wide-open eyes. an' din't blink. so i stared back. My Mama told him he hadda behave. he stared. i stared. his big fat right paw crept up ofur the blanket fold. i growled. he stared. i stared. My Mama told him to geddown. he din't lissen; he stared. i hissed. his ears airplaned, my ears airplaned, an' then the fight was on. on My Mama's lap!!!!

i was howlin', he was growlin', My Mama was shriekin'. we were grapplin' an' hissin', rollin' an' kickin'!! My Daddy got up outta his chair an' started to come ofur wif his hands extended, but My Mama hollered, "holy [bad werd], don't git in the middle of THAT!!" then an earthquake struck, an' nitro flew off the chair, an' i scrambled ofur to the side table, tremblin' an' hissin'. (My Daddy sed it sounded like a snake pit inna livin' room.) My Mama picked me up an' held me close an' talked nice, so i calmed down but kept hissin' at nitro acause HE. WAS. STILL. STARIN'. from his perch behind the other chair. so My Daddy lobbed a boot at him, an' he finally ran into the kitchen. (nitro, not My Daddy.)

finally, My Daddy opened the door to my suite of rooms an' i ran as quick as i could to the safety of my heated, hooded catcup, an' i din't come out again all day. i'm sorry i punctured My Mama a very little as i took off for the floor, but she nefur clips my hind claws so it's really her fault. anyway, i'm sorry.

so now you see what i hafta put up wif. i don't wanna fight wif the boys, i just want them to leave me alone in sole possession of My Mama's lap sometimes. is that so much to ask??

thank you, oui oui!!

we haf gotten an awardie from our furriend oui oui at twinkletoetails. we're all like, awwwww, shucks an' gee whiz, acause we don't hardly feel werthy, but we're proud to know we're appreciated!

THANK YOU, OUI OUI!!!


now we's s'posed ta award three ofur recipients, but mommer hasta leaf werk now, an' that's the only place she can post from--so bast willin', we'll do that tomorrow!

ed reaches the end of his patience

MOMMER!!! TURN OFF THE FLASHY BOX!!!!

could it be love?

ed? sleepin' on xing's butt?? an' she's sleepin', too???

you GOTTA be kiddin'. 

nope. 

xing's just desprit enuf to wanna be on mom's lap that as long as mom's holdin' her tight, she'll let ed touch her--as long as he's not LOOKIN' at her. ONLY ed; not iggy or nitro.

maybe it IS love, of a twisted sort.

a valentine's day miracle?

been fightin' with ed, eh?

ed? nah.

nitro, maybe, but not ed.
not this time.

bwahahahahaha!

rub-a-dub-dub 3 mencats inna tub ...

er ... chair--an' it looks like ed's abandoning ship!!

peeyes: mommer managed to keep her coffee inner cup this mornin'. too bad fur us!

i am a happy boy!

nitro sez:  not only did i get to clean the skillet, but i got ALL the coffee i wanted this morning. mommer spilled her whole cup, so me an' iggy an' ed went CRAZY all ofur the table while the dbd cleaned the floor. by the time we quit hearin' werds frum the bad werd list an' she got back wif an ol' towel, we had most of it cleaned up. can't say we're not helpers!!

also, we haf a new woofie furriend named mr chewy. he is sendin' us a buncha treats an' foods, an' we'll let you know how we likes 'em in the comin' weeks!!

TRIPLE SCORE!!!

thank you, miss jan!!

one of our goodest, most long-time furriend here onna CB (*ta-da*), the talented miss jan of jan's funny farm is our hero of the year! she made us this nice new format fur our bloggie an' we likes it furry much!!

three meows an' a woof (meow, meow, meow, WOOF!) fur her!

igmu: HEY!! howcome I din't get to meow???
ed: well, what's stoppin' ya?
igmu: well, you said "three".
ed: an' that stopped you why?
igmu: you holler at me when i don't pay attention, so i attentioned, an' now yer giffin' me a hard time about it. wassamattayu?
ed: so meow already!!
igmu:  MEOW, miss jan!!!


ed: thank you, foghorn leghorn.
igmu: what?? no, "thank you, miss jan!"
ed: i give up. thanks, miss jan.

wif or wifout?

My Mama was brushin' my beautyful furs so they shined pretty, an' then she started playin' beauty parlor. she styled me wifout my lovely, fluffy neck mane and then wif it. which one do you like best?

naptime

WHAAATTTTT??????

don't werry--no cat was harmed in the aftermath of this pose (ed sleeping on xing's tail).

(which cannot be said about mommer.)

i hear you thinkin', edmund!

therefore, i give you the back of disrespect!

goshdangdiddlydarnconfounded . . .

well, you gets the idea. autopost, didn't. an' mommer couldn't fix it frum her android at home. so here you haf it; a meower christmas (below).

merry catsmas--frum our howse to yers!

(igmu: why does I allus hafta be the bad guy--first "igor" on meyowlloween, an' now a MOUSE!?!? these dratted red contact lenses hurt!!)

(nitro: the trooth hurts, don't it, "bad guy"??! *hahahaha*)

(ed: well, y'know, black cats haf been associated wif the ebil basement cat fur a long time. but at least yer the mouse KING.)

(igmu:  i AIN"T a mouse! an' i ain't ebil--i'se just high-spirited!)

(nitro: you better not be; you KNOW what i does to mouses!!)

(ed: "high-spirited", yeah, that's a good one. YOU'RE why we don't haf a catsmas tree!!)

(xing:  HEY, you rotten boycats!!! it's CATSMAS, fur ceilin' cat's sake!!! can't you be nice to each ofur ONCE inna while??? [aside: do you wonder that i lif by myself in my own suite? honestly.])

Anyway, Meowy Catsmas, y'all!!

wait! wait! me, too!!!

(*sigh* oh, all right ... )

what? WHAT?  mommer said a nutcracker costume ... she din't specify what costume!