frustratin' friday

i jumped all the way up here fer nuthin'! i figgerd i better inspect that milk bottle just in case it still had some in it, but it din't. i gave it the back of disdain, an' laid down to recoo my energy. pfui!

equilateral ed

one-werd wednesday:

ENOUGH!!!!!!!!!!!

moderately moist mancat monday (belated)

(slightly delayed post onna counta our 4th of july post)

this is whut happens when you stick yer head unner the haff-n-haff when mom's still pourin' it. well, she won't giff us none ennymore, so we hasta do whut we can to get it. only thing is, i couldn't lick the top of my own head, so nitro got it all. some things just don't werk out as planned. *sigh*

HAPPY 4TH OF JULY!

ed's custom-made pillow

ahhhhhh. just cradles my melon purrrfeckly.

international box day

iggy was first inna box!

then came nitro, but the dbd upstaged him. he looks kinda peevish, don't he? MOL!

here's a better, though fuzzy, picture of nitro when he finely got innit.

ed decided the box was easier to get into if he tipped it ofur, but then found out he din't fit so good that way. (MOL, again)

xing liked sniffin' an' cheek-markin' the box, but she woodn't efur get innit.

an' even the dbd tried . . . you kin see how THAT turned out! *BIG MOL*

werdless wednesday

ahhhh, c'mon . . .

ya wanna piecea me, don'tcha?

ya KNOW ya do!!! 

(*mom sez, yeah, and iggy got several pieces, judging by the amount of fur wads scattered through the kitchen; mostly orange.)

mancat monday

since meow like a pirate day is comin', an' i then assumes the persona of "meow fang", cap'n o'th' cat o nine tails, i am studyin' up onna way of the warriorcat. this is me, learnin' to meditate at my meditation pool!

we has a visitin' bunneh in the 'hood!

ain't his travel trailer HUH-YOOJ?

he must haf awful tall blocks onna foot pedals!

nitro & the lab test

our resident lab tech performs a flea check;

i passed!!

(mom's furriend, mr. dave, sed it looks more like a mugging!)

breffus fur two

edmund!!! i SEE your paw sneaking towards that sammich!!

which sammich, mom? 

THAT sammich. my breakfast sammich.

oh--THAT sammich.

no worries; i'm just meditating on how tasty my new pancakeitis cat kibbles is.

you are, are you?

 mom. really.

trust me.

tabby tuesday tip:

(oops; some ov you may haff seen this last caturday; 
mommer was confussed about dates. sorry.)

strive to improve yerself efurry day by readin' the noospaper.

an' if it's cold in yer house, you kin snuggle unner it!

stoopid blogger!!

furst it published tabby tuesday on caturday. so mom re-dated it. now it's published on monday an' she can't change it. so followin' this announcement, you has two--count 'em--two posts. that is all you're gonna hear frum us until wensday. an' we know that fur certain, acause we haffn't written it yet. (just shows to go ya what happens when you try to get ahead!)

mommer went shoppin' !

ummmmmmm, mom? we fink we should haff a little talk . . .

i am in trubble

last night, dad was giffin' the dbd a good ear-cleanin' an' puttin' some drops in 'em acause she flaps 'em a lot an' wiggles on her back onna carpet. he finks she hafs a lergy to somethin', maybe the flee-away stuff he putted on her last week. an' he got a pill fur her to take so she don't itch so much. to convince her it was good to eat, he rapped it inna piece of brown bread. she likes brown bread. so do i. guess what happent when he was busy puttin' the drops in. yup. i din't know the ol' man could move that fast! i got the bread, but he got the pill. then the dbd got it; wifout bread. *smirk*

mom spilled her coffee this mornin',

an' we helped clean it up!!

move back ofur here!

i wasn't done wif yer ear yet, dang it! d'ya wanna go around wif potatoes growin' in 'em? 

practice, practice!

i is practicin' my "sincere" look; d'you think mom will fall fur it the next time she hears a crash?