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xing lu -- how i spends my summer vacation

... an' mosta my days inna year! you must wunder what i do in my suite since i don't keep company wif any of those boycats. am i lonesome? no, not at all.  My Mama makes sure i haf lotsa toys to keep me busy, an' i haf two big windows to watch the whole neighborhood an' alla the two-leggers, four-leggers, an' winged peoples from. i can lay inna sunshine in my Princess Throne or a little farther back inna shade onna puffy-fluffy quilt that sits in My Mama's blue recliner chair (acause i lets her come inta this room when she needs to keep her head from asplodin' when My Daddy is watchin' yet anofur WWII program). an' if i needs a nap, i haff all of the above places plus three comfy kitty beds--i likes the one inna closet best when there's thunder boomers, acause it's quieter an' i can't see the flashies. an' it's close to my potty box if i gets the urge!

an' then! an' THEN! 

My Mama comes to visit wif me efurry day! i sits on her lap an' she pets me an' tells me how beauyful i am an' combs my soft furs an' she de-dingleberries me (i can't HELP it i haf so much beautyful soft furs on my cute little hiney) an' sometimes when i lets her, she clips my dainty little clawrs. then we watches fishey mooveys or birdy mooveys or she looks at bookface or bloggies an' tells me what's goin' on inna werld so's i can improve my mind an' not be "just a pretty face". 

an' when she sez that it's time fur her to leaf, i chirp a little song to her an' jump down offa her lap an' lead the way to the cabinet where my treatsies are. then i chirps the second verse of the song an' stare meaninfully at the door. she opens it an' gets the crinkly little bag an' gifs me five yummy crunchies! no more, no less. 

an' once a week, onna day befur the noisy rug-sucker comes to visit, she gifs me a BIGGGGG sprinkle of what the boycats calls "kitty krak" an' i gets all drooly an' dreamy an' goes away in my head to a pretty place fur a while. it's pretty much fun--i could almost wish that the rug-sucker came more offen!

so i has a fine life here inna chez pierce. you maybe don't hear much frum me, but i'm happy. in fact, if you DO hear from me, it's prolly acause one of the boycats has hissed me off. but i'm here an' doin' fine an' thinkin' of you. i hopes you is thinkin' of me!!

mommer has put the igmuloaf aside ...

 for the second rising ...

window whiffin' is GREAT!

now, if mommer would just grow some catnips unner the window ... y'hear me, mommer?

Yeah, i hear ya. Do you promise not to claw through the screen to get at it? Do ya, huh?

 (deafening silence ... )

gettin' ready for caturday!

dammit's gettin' ready for caturday by fluffin' up his mattress!

the dbd frequently annoys nitro wif affection!

practicing for halloween

Trick or Treat!

Trick or Treat!

Give me candy 

Or smell my feet!

dammit IGGY!

mommer is FURRY peevish wif igmu. he grabbed the last bite of the left-ofur lasagna she was eatin' fur breffus yesterday--right offa her plate. she was holdin' the plate up offa the table wif her left hand acawse edmund was close enuf to breafe onnit. she thot she was keepin' it safe, but then she reached for her coffee wif her right hand, an' iggy shoved right past ed, almost knockin' him offa the table. he knew mommer couldn't clout him while her ofur hand was busy wif the coffee, so he grabbed the bite (wif alla the cheese onnit! mommer was REAL mad about THAT), then dragged it to the floor behint the table where he growled at an' smacky-pawed at the dbd while chewin' madly. the dbd made him give up some of it an' got a morsel or two herself--an' that's how the carpet got yechhhhh'd up. mommer sez there useta be a talky-box program called "get smart" where they had a "cone of silence". she wants someone to invent a "cone of cat impermeability", whutefur that is.

alla this took place just as mommer was gettin' ready to go to werk, so she said bad werds while she got out the spotbot. alla the spots were far enuf apart that she hadda run it three seperit times, so it made her really late. forchunately, all her bossman asks for when yer late is a good story, an' she came well prepared.

(oh, yeah; we also lerned that iggy's parents WEREN'T MARRIED!!!! mommer mentioned that several times.)

dammit is catware!

mommer sez that there is a software out there inna 'puter world called SpyHunter(r) annit chases an' catches bugs in yer computer. well, dammit is catware. 

we proudly presents you:

 FLYHUNTER!

(at present, only werks wif Windows; we will see about a Nandroid version later.)

an' here is proof that he werks just fine:

(please notice that there are no danglin' body parts lingerin' onna sill. his code is furry tight.)

now we knows!

we has been lissenin' furiously to dammit's sneaky phone conversations, an' it finely came out: he was bein' considered fur a stunt dubble fur one of these guys, but he din't take the job. he refuzed when he found out he'd hafta shave his furs! (we think it'da been a fine thing to do, an' help him look more like a cameelyun, acause then he woulda had bumps all ofur him--frum haffin' poose-gimples!)

hmmmm. who could it be?

lately, dammit has been posin' a lot like this. an' spendin' a lotta time on the phone, haffin' whispered confursashuns. he hushes up soon's one of us gets close an' won't finish talkin' until we walks away. frum what we kin piece togefur, he's up fur a job as a "stunt dubble" (whatefur that is) fur some famis animal star. we can't imagine who it might be, but we heard that he hasta dye his furs green! an' then red. an' then blue. an' then razzberry. an' then akwa. enny ideas?

uh-oh!

it looks like igmu is right unner the cat-trap!! he better wake up an' smell the catnip!! (it's akshully a ol' cover to keep flies offa pic-a-nic foods--it came from our gramma evelyn's house. iggy don't gotta werry, though. a 'nemic 'nat could push his way through the cover acause it's so old. the paddle hangin' onna window frame was grandad pierce's faverite paddle fur manooverin' while fishin'. 'tweren't worth a bean for paddlin' downstream, howefur.)

the clawr of doom!

nitro is a scrapper!

ha! edmund mighta been whuppin' up on me yestiddy, but bast knows i got a few good licks of my own in! i gave him a good bunny-kickin' inna head, an' got him inna nose, too! i dunno what kinda bug was up his asterisk, but i sure hope he's been fumigated by now!

mmm (mixed martial mancat) monday

xing sez:  effidently edmund had a disagreement wif nitro ofur possession of the plague rat (out of frame) yesterday morning. My Daddy told My Mama that nitro wasn't efen DOIN' ennything an' was just walkin' by when edmund laid a whole case of whup-butt onnim. it woked me up outta my early beauty sleep, an' My Mama sed it even woked her up. she is not a happy Mama when woked up at 4:22 ayem inna morning. edmund kep' on chasin' an' whuppin' on nitro for a lotta minnits, an' they was bangin' inta the walls an' efurrything! My Daddy hadda toss stuff at him to get him to leaf nitro alone. nitro went an' hid, but edmund sat inna corner an' said a lotta werds from the cat bad werd list fur a loooonnnnng time.

such bullies those boycats are. and ill-mannered. And NOISY! you can see why i prefer to liff alone!

(Mommer's note: nitro was pretty cautious walking around the house for the rest of the day because ed kept giving him the stink-eye, but they were sleeping cuddled up together when i went to bed.)

Sparkle R.I.P.

she will allus be one of the brightest stars we steer by inna blogosphere!

thanks fur bein' you, miss sparkle!

our miss sophie!!

dammit sez:  maybe you amember that me an' my catsisfur, sophie, gotted left as teeny, tiny babycats on mommer & dad's carport last fall. nobuddy efur figgered out where we came from or why our catmother lefted us there, fur that matter. maybe she was sick; maybe she was movin' an' furgot where she lefted us; maybe she knew we wouldn't grow up if she kept us, an' chez pierce was rumored to haff a pretty sweet deal on offer fur kittehs. it's a deal that turned out to be REALLY sweet fur me!
daddy's bean sisfur's house is just the same as far as easy-liffin' fur furries, an' so sophie wented there to keep her bran-new catbrofur, rico, company.

yesserday, aunt susan sended this picture of sophie an' we thought maybe youse who amember would like to see how she's growed up. she is a sleek grey mackerel tabby, an' we is all proud to see her so beautyful an' obviusly loved. aunt sue sez the camera added a little weight, but she looks just right to me!

love you, sis! *bonk*

what is it wif yung cats these days? they just don't respect their olders. lookit me; i'se a oldguycat, an' i can't even take a snooze wifout someone crowdin' in on me. why, if i hadna had that last fat cat ale at lunch wif the neighborcat, i'd get up an' whup nitro's butt but good. right now, though, i feel kinda ... i dunno, full maybe. maybe i'll nap a bit an' be all refreshed an' get up in a while an' teach that whippersnapper some mann... . *GZNORKT*

Wordless Wednesday

Belated but beloved!

so. black cat appreciation day, eh? mommer sez we is belated but beloved. what duz THAT mean? to us, it just means she was too lazy to make a post!

what duz black cat appreciation day mean, ennyhoo? mommer & dad sez we has black cat appreciation day efurry day around here, but we don't belief that. ofurwise we'd be gettin' extra treats efurry day, an' it's a lucky day when we gets ANY at all. we happens to know (by snoopervisin' unner the door) that xing gets treats efurry day!!! mommer sez that's acause she feels sorry for xing acause she hasta liff all by herself becuz of her evil temper errrr, extreme skittishness. all's i know is, she's furry hissy.

can you tell us apart? (no cheetin' an' lookin' up at the header!) sometimes mommer an' dad can't, an' just yell "dammit" all willy-nilly. if you looks careful, you kin see that iggy hafs white hairs in his ears, an' i don't (me is dammit!) also, iggy hafs a fat face *WHAPPO* OW! ok, a "fuller" face, an' mine is more simeezey. iggy calls me trianglehead, but i don't care. it's better than punkinhead. *WHAPPO* OW! i'm gonna get you fer that, iggypunkinhead! *ZOOMMMMMMMMMMM* (THoE begins--lookout fer yer bald haid, daddy--yer right inna middle of the straightaway!!)