tabby tummy tuesday

LOOK! ed has saddlebags . . . but no saddle;-)

. . . or is it an edslide????

mancat monday - edmund

ed snoopervises . . . uh, helps . . . while mom sends a get well card!
he is our quality control officer for posting, 'cause he spells better'n most of us.

thank you, one and all!

thank each an' efurry bean an' kitty for leavin' kind comments an' condolences on our post about cousin bradley. they sure made us an' mom feel better. an' we're sure his mom an' dad an' fambly (specially his gramma bean an' auntie colie) feel better knowing that youse guys are understanding and supportive. that's THE furry best thing about bein' with youse in the kitty blogosphere!

we is furry sad today . . .

we found out yesterday that our woofie cousin, bradley, went to the rainbow bridge. he was a furry nice, well behaved woofie wif a really silky coat. our mom helped us make this picture to remember him, but she din't get it buzzackly how she wanted it, acause she was so sad about bradley that she wetted the keyboard until she was afurraid it'd short out. you kin biggify it to see better. we sends our purrs an' headbonks to bean cousins pam an' bob, an' bradley's bean brofur, scott an' his fambly.

it wasn't us, mom!

nope. not us. we dunno WHO dun it, mom. maybe that little see-through feller from the family circus toon, mr. "not me". yup. yeahhhhhhh, that's the ticket. WE would NEFUR fight an' roll around on the counter an' knock the ceramic owl mug onto the quarry tile floor. at 3 ayem. inna morning. nefur. not us. nope. you din't see any of us out there when you staggered out, barefoot an' squinty-eyed, didja? see? it COULDN'TA been us. we wasn't even there. nope. not us, mom.

howcome ya din't get a photo of the destruction? maybe you woulda got a picture of that "not me" guy on film! huh? you hadda clean up the pieces before you could get to the camera, an' you'd be dipped in WHAT before you spread them all out again just to take a picture? that's not furry nice langwidge, mom.

but it wasn't us. really. REALLY!

mancat monday

even the manliest of mencats stop to luxuriate in a good chin-skritch once in a while. pampering can be manly, too!

space cat-dets!

we is furry proud of the discofurry team! they has a lady bean for a boss!!! mom sez that's one small step for a woman, one big leap for womankind! the captain-lady likes to nickname her crew members, so after we attended a briefing by her, we took some names we thought she'd like: Nelson La-Po, Sir Edmun-Do, Nitro-NO-NO!, an' Xing Lo.

(ok, we had a li'l help from the nice furs an' beans at zoolatry. an' they made the nice picture of us at the briefing, an' gave us the pretty patch!) they are SO artsy an' helpful!!! mom's head has almost sploded from makin' the peace globe, an' she'da nefurr got anything this nice done for the discofurry's return! THANKS, zoolatry tribe!!

we saw the meezers, sammy & miles, inna distance, but they were riding on cap'n pambo's shoulders, so we din't get to talk to them. hometown boys gets ALL the perks;-)

dona nobis pacem

we is proud to help represent all bloggin' kitties (an' there are many of us!!! check us out!!--there are even woofies, too!) in this blogblast for peace.

we is just like human beans. mostly all we wants is enough food an' clean water; warm, peaceful naps; an' a safe place to stay. then we is satisfied, an' more likely not to fight wif one anofurr. (well, OK, a little catnip doesn't hurt.)

so please, you beans who is readin' this--help ofurr beans an' all ofurr creatures all ofurr the world to achieve this by donating time, green spending papers, your helpful ideas, an' anything else you can think of to better their situations. just little things, cumulatively, will do it. this is the first, best step towards world peace. YOU CAN DO IT! WILL YOU????

ed's ginormous toesies!

sleepy sunday on movee monday

all the 4-leggers are sleeping! that's xena the woofie out near the noise-box, and the dark blob onna floor between the recliners is cocoa. nelson is actually sleeping, we believes. he doesn't like to lie down on beans or chairs. (well, maybe onna chair if no one else's in it, an' maybe sometimes he'll park his toosh on a lap an' cling to the chair arm, but this is just too populated for him to be comfortable. mom filmed this on sunday evening, pretty much too late to post, so here it is on movee monday!

an' allow us to say, we LOVE uploading directly through blogger!! it's the bee's knees!!

feline friday

attribute of all felines: cats are curious.

ergo, cats who already behave like they're on crack get caffeinated. cats get crazier. mom gets craziest! (especially when thinking of all the times she's turned her back for a second to get the toast [like now], and blithely slurped down the rest of her coffee after sitting back down. feh.)

happy halloween to all!!!

trick or treat from nitro, nels, ed, an' xing!!

BOO!!

our mom at the day hunting place.
she looks just the same as always to us, but she insisted
on posting this today!

monday meme for ms peach

bless you, miss peach, our sweet angel! we is purrin' an' purrayin'!

Our good furriend ramses nominated us for the Cherish meme in honor of Ms. Peach, so here it is:

1. when mom comes home for lunch today, we will swarm her when she sits in her recliner, an' cover her up to be warm. she has been chilled all weekend, 'cept when daddy made a fire in the stove on saturday for a while. so we will be her warming bottles, an' purr her into a nap. nels will sit by her left arm an' pat her gently, an' ed will keep the top of her head warm as he grazes in her hairs from the top of her chair. so we will literally "chairish" her!!
2. there will be plenty o' huggin', especially from edmund, who LOVES to snuggle in her hairs while holding her head in place by huggin' her neck. an' she will hug him back real hard, 'cause she says he is her firstest "very own" kitty who loves only her an' not dad too (much). of course, xing will contest that with a few hisses.
3. we tags skeezy an' psyko trip!
4. we is just waitin' for that door to open, an' the hugfest will begin . . . well, after she lets the woofies out to pee, an' we can be uninterrupted!!

here are the rules of the Cherish meme:
1. tell us what is the most sweetest warm thing you will do to your mommy (what is the sweetest thing that your kitty will do to you)
2. And, hug your mommy, tightly... (and, hug your kitty....tightly...)
3. Tag your good friend...
4. Leave your computer, and continuing hug each other...

now, THIS is ART ;-)

does you all member the dismal, wretched ice storm we had inna ozarks last january? some folks has put the remains to good use:said one of the people involved: " . . . the total piece is not finished. [The artists] still have to paint the tips of the cut limbs and varnish the outer surface of the entire tree. The meat cleaver is not heavy and will not fly out of the tree . . . . It is made of welded steel for structure and filled with fiberglass. It is bolted to four thick limbs and is anchored with cables that are not obvious to a passing viewer/car. As for other seasons that pass by, this large environmental sculpture may take on some 'fun decorations' . . . maybe some lights at Christmas. Who knows? This sculpture is for people who have a great sense of humor, imagination and whimsy in their lives."

that's OUR kind of art! sorta macabre, but hurts no creature.

in the name of ART????????

we begs pardon of anyone who is tender an' gentle an' well-bred. they will be offended by our coarse langwidge and bloody thoughts in this post, but we gots to say it or burst. please don't read further if you don't know the 4-letter word for intercourse that isn't "talk".

this is in regard to the recent posting on the cat blogosphere re: a report of an "artist" who starved a woofie to death as an "art piece". allow us to say, WHAT THE F**K?!?!? there are already millions too many critters dying efurry year from neglect--did there need to be one more?? deliberately????

our mom cried for half a hour an' hurled a hairball wifout no hairs in it, after she read the report an' signed the petition. she hadda go home from work early acause she was raging mad by then. she hollered quite some. we hasn't seen her this mad, efurr. an' when she splained why, we got even madder. we may may be housecats, but there are thousands an' hunnerts of thousands of killers in our collective kitty-consciousness, an' by bast, they're stirrin'! nunna them efurr saw any need to murder somethin' just to watch it die.

we wanna find this guy an' lock him inna box an' let him starve. nuts to that "turn the other cheek" stuff for . . . we almost said "beans" but this ain't no human . . . creeps like this. we just pure an' simple want him dead, an' we ain't sorry for sayin' it. that woofie din't do nuthin' to deserve that death, but the "artist" DID!

we knows we prolly won't find him to lock him up an' starve him, but we puts the curse o' sekhmet (Avenger of Wrongs, oh, Great Scarlet Lady!) on him. she'll eat his liver. wifout fava beans or chianti.

we is ROYALLY PISSED OFF and want to go to war. biting, hissing, slicing, rending, shredding . . . the furniture better look out tonight!!!

(mom's takin' away the puter now, acause she's afurraid we're gonna start wallering each ofurr around if we keeps on rantin' . . .)

wordless-what's the secret of this piccy?

we gots an award!!

our buddy, fat eric, has gifted us wif this nifty award:it shows he has furry good taste! (an' prolly tastes furry . . . we bets he has a flavor;-)

thank you, eric!

ransom!!

ed & nitro: mom, you isn't goin' day hunting today. we has captured your purse an' keys, an' you can't have 'em back until you pays the ransom: a whole day of snuggles, pettins, cuddles, skritches, lovins an' treatses. it's chilly an' drizzly today, an' we needs extra, extra comfort.

mom: boys, so do i, believe me!! wish i could oblige. but who do you think pays for those treatses? me, 'cause i go day-hunting.

boys: ok, we will (draws deep breath) do wifout the treatses. just the snuggles, etc. will redeem your stuff. an' maybe a bite or two of your lunch.

mom: sounds mighty tempting, boys. mighty tempting . . .

tabby tuesday

a bokay of kitties!!

mom recommends . . .

that you take a gander at today's Two Lumps (10/8/07). she's been laughing hysterically. we don't see the humor. it's just what kitties do--it's in bold print in the kitty rule book!

mancat monday

mancat nelson keeps up with the news of the world!

snoozin' sunday

it's a millyun degrees in here, acause the cold-air blower died deader'n a doornail, but nitro still sleeps on his beloved printer for his sunday morning nap. the woofies are panting like mad, an' the sensible kitties are sprawled out on the tile floor in the kitchen -- but not nitro.
he will be well done by evening!

farewell, jasmine

rest well, miss jasmine. we will miss you, but are glad to know you are now all comfortable an' wifout pain. we even bets you ain't grumpy no more an' greeted gizzy at the bridge wif a nuzzle an' head bump.

we purrs purrs of comfort to you, mom, an' to millie, too. it's a sad time, but soon only the good memories will remain. bless you both.

we joins up wif kellie

we is proud to fly the NBCAM banner, in honor of all the beans who deal wif this disease--specially our bean cousin, naomi, who is recovering nicely from her surgery last week--an' in honor of all our aunties an' gramma. we is PROUD of you, efurrybean, an' hopes someday nocat or bean will hafta post this banner anymore!

toesie tuesday!

edmundo's plump, pink pads an' soft furs. if you biggify the picture, you can see he's been kneading in mom's hairs. there's a strand of it tangled in the big beard-y center clump of furs!


an' scroll down to the previous post below for last night's late-evening addition: Edmund Joins "Da Bearsss" on zoolatrynfl! many fanks to maggy & zoey & mom ann for their portrayal of ed ready to dance inna endzone. we bets his paws won't be so prissy-pretty after a scrimmage!!

late-breaking news!!!!!

courtesy of the gang at zoolatry, edmund joins "da bearssss!" (as you chicagoans know it's pronounced)!! (lord knows he needs some exercise besides chasin' xingxing!

mencat monday

LOOK!! we has been made into art by the process known as "zoolatrification" by maggy & zoey ofur at zoolatry. we is furry proud to be art! please visit them. you'll see lots of our furriends there--maybe efen yourself--an' lots more, besides! This post appeared on their site yesterday, 30 Sept 07.

OVER EASY . . . on Sunday morning.

sunday sunshine

sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy . . .

caturday

we's tunin' up our lazer eyes in case any vishus deers saunter by!
(nitro was busy bein' washed by cocoa, so he missed practice. we gave him detention an' he hasta practice twice tomorrow!)

how i gots my name - xingxing

henry helton tagged us for this meme - thanks, henry!

Xing Lu Pierce: one cold febuary day, My Daddy an' My Grandaddy were driving in the big red machine to take some tree arms to the place where the city of springfield lets beans leave wood an' leafs. out in the wild somewhere where there were no houses, only open spaces wif fences, they saw something blue at the edge of the road. when they got closer, they saw it was a zip-up bag that cold drinks rest in, an' it looked furry new. so My Daddy stopped an' grabbed the handle an' swung it up into the big box on the back of the machine where the sticks were. he thought maybe it would be good to take along on the trips where he goes to visit fishes.

after they pulled out alla sticks from the box at the wood an' leaf place, he thought maybe he oughta see why the bag seemed a little heavy. so he unzipped it, an' out popped my little head! he unzipped some more, an' i leaped into his arms an' hid my head unner his arm. i was furry scared an' he hugged me tight (which i like) an' 'tected me. My Daddy is my hero!! i don't 'member how i got where he found me, an' i don't 'member much before that time. it seems i has been here always.

when he got back to town, i met My Mommy. she an' My Daddy were big fans of a story called firefly on the living room picture box . so she named me xing lu, which somebody told her means "fortunate jade" in chinese bean language. i was certainly furry fortunate, an' my eyes is as green as the pretty stone called jade.

i love My Mommy and My Daddy, an' ofurr beans, too--all ofurr beans. even the woofies. but oh, gosh, i wish those boycats would stay on the desert island where we went on the pirate cruise! My Mommy thinks i maybe nefur saw ofurr cats before i came to them, only beans an' woofies who were nice. could be, but you can't prove it by me! ;-)

wordless wednesday

how i gots my name - nitro

henry helton tagged us for this meme - thanks, henry!

Nitro S Pierce: when the beanboy's girlfriend's mom found me by the gas station dumpster one cold november day, i nefurr dreamed i would end up in such a nice place like i am now. i din't even know what a "nice place" was. it was rainy an' i was pretty wretched, so i din't kick or bite when she picked me up. she thought i would be a nice friend for her woofie, but it didn't turn out that way! he hated me on sight, an' the feelin' was mutual!!

so she gave me to the beangirl (who lived with the beanboy). they each had a kitty, an' i was pretty feisty an' the ofurr kitties was furry cowardy. finally, the youngbeans couldn't take the constant ruckus of me beatin' up on the kitties anymore, so i came to live with mom and dad. not all the kitties here are wild about me either, 'cause they just can't keep up with me!!! but mom an' dad didn't give up on me, an' i am home furefurr now!! i am daddy's special boy!

the boy & girl had been calling me "little red", but mom allowed as how that just wasn't a fit name for a kitty who had as much purrrsonality as i do. so dad named me for his (orangey-red) "Nitro" bass boat, which has a lotta zip an' pep like me. it smells of yummy fishes, but he won't efurr take me along to meet them in purrrson!

mom gave me my middle initial, "S-with-no-period-just-like-harry-truman", an' she says in my case, it stands for "stubborn". i prefer to think of myself as dedicated to a cause. usually, the cause is getting into something i shouldn't, but that comes wif my firey personality. i knows no fear, not even the jaws of the cocoa-woof!

an' i tack on the "pierce" part myownself, 'cause i'm glad i'm part of the fambly! (besides, the name sounds unbalanced wifout a last name!)

. . . . xingxing's name story will happen on thursday, after a brief interruption for Wordless Wednesday!

how i gots my name - ed

henry helton tagged us for this meme--thanks, henry!

(Sir) Edmund Percival Hillary: i was one of six little kitties born to a slick black kittymama (i don't remember her people-given name, but i have always thought of her as "food/smell/good/warm"). my kittydaddy was probably the fluffy grey travelin' man that used to hang around with her. when kittymama was round as a punkin an' we were ready to make our way into the world, nice beans (a man and lady my mom worked with) let her come in the house so we could be born safely. they found nice homes for us. they gave us names for while we lived there, and i was called "piglet"; i had a sibling called "cow" who was marked like me but had short furs instead of long.

the day i was born was my (bean) mom's birthday, so i was very tickled to go home wif her. she waited a long eight weeks before taking me to my furefurr home, so i musta been worth waitin' for! there were lotsa big grown-up kitties at my new home, an' i was scared 'cause i was still furry little. to stay as far away from them as i could, i allus climbed up to the highest place i could get, which lotsa times was mom's head. she figgered that like the brave bean mountain climber, i climbed "'cause it was there," an' that's how i gots my name an' came to live here.

peeyes: sometimes i has what the ofurr kitties call delusions, an' think an' act like a knight in armour, like the kind that's called "sir". i don't consider them delusions; i prefer to think i'm channelling a brave an' chivalrous bean of olden times. mom's allus readin' that kind of story, an' has friends who dress up like lords an' ladies, so chivalry has allus been part of my world. the ofurr kitties tease, but mom thinks that it is nice to be a little politer an' gallant sometimes (although it was lots of fun being a pirate for a while)!

how i gots my name - nelson

henry helton tagged us wif this meme--thanks, henry!! we're gonna do this one cat/one day at a time, serial-style, 'cause we're also gonna tell about how we got to our furefurr home, too.

Nelson John LaPurr: in the early summer, long years ago, my dad worked for a plumbing supply company named "WinnNelson". my brofur (or sisfur, i can't remember which) and i used to haunt their warehouse. one day, my sibling didn't come wif me, an' i got caught in a big cage. i don't know what happened to my sib, but a nice manbean (who was my dad, but i didn't know it yet) let me stay in his office with him. he started calling me nelson, 'cause he figgered my sib musta been "Winn", and that left me to be "Nelson".

he got me a potty box, fed me, an' let me out to chase mouses in the warehouse. that was ALL RIGHT--i got fed treats and skritched and played with, an' a warm, safe place to sleep--all for doing what i had been doing for free! sometimes i stayed in his office and helped him with his calculator work. sometimes i did his paperwork or arranged his desk.

and efurry five darktimes, i rode on the dashboard of his big blue truck to another place where there were other kitties an' a ladybean an' a boybean. we would stay there for two suntimes, and then go back to the warehouse on the next suntime. the other kitties were pretty nice, but all of them have gone to the bridge since then. i've had to get used to many, many others in my time. and woofies, too. all in all, a pretty ok bunch!

when the cold days came, i was very glad to be sleeping in the warehouse or his office! on a chilly late five-day, i was asleep on top of the little building (inside of which his office was) out in the warehouse, and didn't come when he called to go to the other place. he went without me, and when the ladybean who is now my mom found out, she made him drive all the way back across town to look for me. she cried all the way, and even more as they got near the warehouse 'cause she was afraid she'd see me squashed somewhere at the roadside.

when they came in the front door and went out into the warehouse, dad rolled up the big door to the outside and began calling me. *THUMP* *THUD* i jumped down onto a big box and then to the floor, and meowed. i thought his head hairs (he had more of them, back then) would stand straight up, he was so surprised! the lady picked me up and cried on me, and we went home--for such it became, then. i nefurr went back to the warehouse, 'cause the lady said she couldn't go through such torment again! and so here i am, still. it's a pretty good deal--warm or cool at need, the right food and water, my own corners to nap in, some nip now and then. i wouldn't trade it for a warehouse full of mouses.

oh, yes. the rest of my name? his boss was "John LaPour".

interesting things about us

first off, we wants to thank all the furries an' beans who took part in "meow like a pirate day". it was awesome to see so much enthusiasm, inventiveness, an' good cheer in the blogosphere. we all did ourselves, our famblies, an' the furries-what-came-before proud!!

we hasn't made it to all the bloggies listed yet, but we will--we loves you guys!!!!!!!!!

we got tagged for this meme by our buddies, sammy an' miles of meezer tails--thanks, guys!! we's gonna do a TT for this--3 for each of us, an' one for mom!

The guidelines for this tag:

1. Link to your tagger and post these rules
2. Write some facts about yourself: some random, some weird, some just plain fun.
3. Tag 7 people at the end of your post and list their names (linking to them)
4. Let those 7 people know they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment at their blogs.

The challenge is to keep it interesting without making the reader think “Um, too much information…”

1. xingxing has no upper left fang, an' has a red spot on the iris of her left eye.
   
2. ed wants to have his own suit of armour. "just to look at", he says;-)
   
3. nitro has been threatened with having his hide tacked to the barn door more than once. (can't fink why . . .)
   
4. nelson does not sit alla way on beans' laps--after much coaxing, he will park his hindquarters an' lean ofur to rest his forearms on the arm of the chair an' grip it tightly wif his claws.
   
5. xingy likes to be held furry close inna beans' arms--almost squishy-close!
6. ed wishes he could squeeze in a few more naps between sleeps, but keeps being bothered by those darn beans wif the flashy-box.
7. nitro's favorite daydream is being set loose in a delicatessen that is overrun by mouses.
8. nels has a "double undercoat" that is like two sets of underwears--two different kinds of furs, an' then a "topcoat"!
9. xingxing likes to sneak dainty slurps of mom's coffee ('cause it has creamer & sugar).
   
10. ed pays absolutely no attention to the living room picture box.
    
11. nels LOVES the living room picture box, an' will watch for a long, long time--even reg'lar bean programs.
12. nitro has gotten little squares imprinted on his nose from tryin' to chase the outside kitties through the screen!
13. mom din't haf no claws on her littlest hind toes when she was borned, but they showed up later.

Now we tags the lovely miss midnight, little kc, pretty missyblueeyes, an' baby isis from the wren's nest! An' anyone else who wants ta play!!

DO YE SAIL WIF US TODAY?

arrrr, lads 'n' lasses!! pay heed t'me this day, an' we'll sail fine an' true. now, climb aboarrrr the good ship "cat o' nine tails" an' let's be off for our anchorage! just be rememberin' that there be no poopin' onna poop deck. there be litter boxes below fer ye comfort.

i be yer cap'n, nelson the cranky. beware, lest ye earn yerself a keel-haulin'. the surest way to that be touchin' o' me hindquarters, so keep yer distance from me coattails!!

sailin' wif us today be first mate chow yung fatcat, an' our second mate, nitro the nasty!














our ship's company made a wee visit last night to a small port town, an' came away wif some superb booty. resident femmecat fatale, xing the slice, kep' the populace at bay, errrrr . . . amused till we could take on our carrrrrgo. an' when we left, we threw a little barrrrbeque for them to remember us by. yarrrrrr.





now as we be underrrrr sail on the way to our snug harborrrr, we points out to ye that not all denizens o'the sea be tasty snacks.


some be eye candy, what be things o'beauty, like, but not edible. (although there be some what claims they "has a flavor" . . .)


these seagoing beauties be knowed as "sireeeens", an' they sings beautymous music, but ye must not harken!!!! we finks we did hear her song what lures brave cats to their doom: "skeeeeeeeeeezzzzzzy! skeeeeeeeeezzzzzzzzyyyy". yarrrr. that's what it sounded like ter us. we put on more sail, an' made way up the coast!

ahoy! thar be our cove!! fear not, me bravos an' bravettes--there be dories aplenty to be bringin' ye ashore. not a whisker will be dampened, i swear it by davy jones!!

(by the bye . . . . there be no poopin' on the beach, neither. ye'll be findin' plenty o' comfort stations in the underbrush.)

an' should ye be in need ov a nap an' want no sand in yer fur, there be plenty o' these comfy beds scattered 'round in shade an' sun.






an' fer the fillin' o' yer tummies, we recommends these fine vittles what we liberated from that wee port last night (along wif the servin' staff). there be hammm, there be chicken, there be chicken o' the sea! there be hammmm! there be lobster, there be gravlax, there be green leafs an' orange-color sticks fer the buns an' ratties, there be fruits an' veggies o' all description. oh, an' beforrrrr i fergets, an' there be hammmmmmmmmm!!!!!!! yarrrrrr. *slurp*




we'll also be broachin' of the varrrrrious containers o' liquid refreshment, an' there be copious fresh water springs a little ways inland. (we does NOT recommend the ocean waters, should ye be brave enough to lave yer toezies in the surf--be goin' an' washin' yer feets in one o' the springs--the salt'll leave ye parched if ye bathes it away on yer own.) there be many, many kegs o' tuna water, as i promised ye, an' there be niptinis an' jugs o' catmint rrrrrrrrum an' catnip mead for ye as imbibes spirits!

when the sun sets, we'll be sharin' out the booty from that little port -- arrrrr, first mate fatcat! what were the name o' that scurvy shanty town? arrrrr, yairs--that were it---dogville. strange how they come to be havin' such delightsome treats as be fit fer kitties. perhaps they were ready to mount an offensive on the nearby island of cattania, an' we relieved 'em o' the bait they'd use to lure the kitties out into the open!

why, yarrrr. that be it! we done a sarvis for our bretheren an' sisteren of cattania. i be minded to let 'em know, an' be collectin' a rewarrrrrd, i be! we sails tomorrow for meowville, the capital of cattania! make a note o' that, fatcat. should i be somewhat foggy w' the drink on the morrow, i task ye with bringin' our destination to me attention, after a respectful silence. an' in a quiet voice, mind ye!!

inna meantime, me hearties, let's us go an' make free w' the booty from the many chests we collected. here be an example o' the least of 'em. there be yummies an' toys o' all kinds, an' they be ours . . . all ours! let us enjoy 'em in good health!!

when ye be partied out, hail yerself a dory an' return t' our good ship cat o' nine tails. we'll be makin' a last sweep fer sleepin' kitties at eight bells o' the first watch (that be midnight, for ye lubbers), an' ferryin' the bodies to the ship, for we sails at first light. fatcat! where be we bound, again? arrrrr, cattania, that be it. thank'ee.

i takes good care o' them what sails wif me. it's allus calm seas an' fair weather when cap'n nels be at the helm. our ship's fair company hopes ye enjoys yer day an' puts the recent troubles outta yer minds fer a while. we be prrrroud to call ye our mates!

do ye remember??

sir edmund sez: all ye hearty boycats 'n' comely lasscats, be ready to hoist a tankard an' sail wif the meowers on wednesday!!

AVAST, ME HEARTIES!

arrrrrrrrrr! all ye swabs an' swabbettes--be warrrrrrrned! wednesday next, th' 19th o'septemberrrrr, be "talk like a pirate day!" fer the hoomin beans.

sez i: by gum, we kitties should haf our OWN celebration!

i does therefore declarrrrre next wednesday ter be "MEOW LIKE A PIRATE" day.

• post yer pictures in yer pirate costumes (photoshopped or real) on yer bloggies!
  
• meow yer bloggifyin' that day in pirate meows!! here be a translator to help ye brush up on yer lingo.
  
• be postin' interestin' information 'bout deeds piratical, real or not-so!
• go here er here er here an' be dubbed wif yer pirate name! ye'll feel yer feral genes astirrrrrrin'!
• put together a temptation-raidin' parrrrrty, an' don't fergit to have a lookout, lest ye be caught an' keelhauled!! an' remember, ye've a right to parrrrrlay if yer caught--an' don't let yer ma say that only works if she's a pirate!!! show her yer hooks an' tell her ye ain't no sea-lawyer!
  
• show us yer booty!! (from the raid, ye swab!)
• we 'spects to see ye an' yer bloggies ship-shape an' bristol fashion on the 19th, so look to sharpenin' yer weapons an' plannin' yer brave deeds! there's tuna-juice aplenty fer them what sails wif me that day!

yarrrrrrrr!

cap'n nelson the cranky