iggy vs. dbd

**DINGDING** Round One

 our daddy an' bofe our grandaddies was inna militaries, an' we fink they are brave an' good. we are proud that they joined wif so many beans to keep our country safe an' strong!

thank a veteran--not just today, but efurry day!!

peeyes:  happy purrthday to our cousin, lauren!!

once again, hell freezes ofur

yes, ladycats and gentlemancats, the above-titled amazing Event of Biblical Proportions has occurred again! the hissy, squirrelly girlcat, the fat fluffy cat, an' the aggravated ginger cat all shared mom as the temperature outside (and inside) plummeted an' warmth was at a premium before dad built a fire inna firebox!! you will notice that xing gives edmund a spectacular view of her best side, while ed tries (unsuccessfully, thank bast) to light her butt on fire wif his laser eyes, an' nitro just wants to be left the heck alone to sleep.


igmu's whereabouts are unknown, which is a blessing, otherwise this "peaceful" gathering would not have occurred, iggy's penchant for stirring things up being what it is.

the cat's in the cradle . . .

(sorry the picture is fuzzy; i was trying to stifle my snickering--meower mom)

mancat ed

mancats know how to find comfy nap spots in quiet, out-of-the-way places.


however, moms, in pursuit of cuteness know how to find and disturb them with the flashybox. drat their hides!

we meows fur peace!!!!

c'mon, human beans--we're cats an' dogs, fur bast's sake.

if WE kin do it, YOU kin do it, an' that'll make a better world fur all of us!!

wordless wednesday

this is the mom speaking:

ok, i saw you boys over in that corner, whispering together. then you all sauntered to the kitchen table and one by one jumped up into your usual positions around my breakfast plate with the peanut butter sammich on it. then you, mr. instigator igmu sapa, reached over and smacked ed on the tail. as expected, he whirled around. then because no one was there, he sat back down--ON MY SAMMICH!!!! i know you all knew i wouldn't eat it after that.

my only question is, did you plan that together so that ed sitting on the sammich was the point all along? or did you younger boys tell him you were gonna do something else, then depended on him being confuzzled enough to forget to turn back around after iggy swatted him? we all know his logic has been "fuzzy" for years. i'm pretty sure it was the first choice; ed may be getting older, but i doubt that he's old enough to have forgotten which end eats the sammich and which end . . . well, you get the picture.

very clever, boys; very clever. but your cleverness got you no ill-gotten gains: the dbd got the whole sammich AND got to lick the plate where the peanut butter had squooshed out the sides of the bread after ed's ample arse landed on it. i don't even wanna know how ed's butt gets clean. keep it to yourselves.

me and the bad-cat bottle? we're gonna become best friends. we'll be watching you! ::points to eyes, points to cats::

happy meowlloween!!!

ahhhhh!!!

i love My Daddy!! last night, it got furry, furry cold out. so he made the fire box all warm an' cozy, an' me an' mom drowsed all comfy inna sleepin' chair--until he poked her an' tole her to go to bed, she was snoring!! (i was, too, but in a more ladycat-like fashion, so he din't hear me. besides, he knows better'n to poke ME.)

thankful thursday

we is awful thankful today that it' s not US in those silly costumes!!!

pretty silly

mom is just laffin' an' laffin' at this, an' thought you would enjoy it, too!

this is a public service announcement:

catsmas is coming!!!!

tabby tuesday video

mom gots a new camera, an' we likes this one acause it don't haff a flashy-thing onnit!!
she can take alla the pictures she wants! it's called a flip slide hd; we fink that means if you flip it an' it falls onna floor, it's gonna slide . . . hard!! we finks if you lissens close, you may be able to hear nitro purrin'.

the foggy, mornin' dew

mom? why is you standin' in that rainbox? i swearta bast, i don't unnerstan' yer compulsion to get wet! an' not only that, you're gettin' me an' iggy wet, too. it's so misty in here, i can't hardly see you. mom?

MOM! ARE YOU IN THERE? MOM!!!

film buff furriday

nitro, you've got to ask yourself one question: "do i feel lucky?"

well, do ya, punk?

the 'tocks of 'tober

sorry, derby--mom din't get herself in gear in time to post this yesterday for your purrthday, so here's a belated pair-o-tocks we deddycate to you . . .

ed to the left, xing to the right, making a duo of indignant 'tocks:

XING: what? you DARE to sit on My Mama while I am sitting here?

ED: youdarnbetcha! she was MY mom furst!!

XING: well, here's a moon for YOU!

ED: an' here's one for YOU!

(mom notes: somehow, mooning just doesn't have the same impact when the butts are pointin' AT each other . . . )

weird wednesday

we've told you before about the lady robin who makes her nest efurry year onna ladder by the carport where the vehicles live, an' how much exercise we gets while watchin' her an' the daddy bird flyin' in an' out. well, this last weekend, our daddy was out beside the ladder gettin' ready to go cut some firewood, an' he noticed there was anofur egg inna nest!!! he thought it looked kinda funny, so he stepped closer an' it looked odder still--until he realized it was a black walnut from our tree!!! some silly brushy-tail (we can't say "squirrel" out loud or the dbd has a spazz attack) stashed it there for "later"!! too silly!

tail on tuesday!!

our very own edmund p. hillary

mancat ---- all mancat

this is me, nitro, in my mancatliest mancat-cheesecake pose.

whattaya think, girlcats?

the ed-itor in chief

ed instructs mom as she helps wif a new post. he dictates an' she types, an' makes sure that she's spellin' effurythin' right! that's furry aportant, you know--if yer gonna maintain crebidility as a germalist, you gots to spell right!