anchors aweigh!!

meYARRRRRR! greetin's to ye, brethren an' sistren o' the feline purrsuasion (an' assorted Not of Our Species guests): for them what has not sailed wif us before, i begs to introduce meself: i be nelson john lapurr, more usually known as cap'n nels the cranky. i be recently returned from dry dock wif a diagnosis o' pancake-itis. at least, that be what it sounded like; them scurvey sea-vetties don't speak any tongue a self-respectin' purrate cap'n knows. he sez i must be takin' a daily draught t'get better. tho' me mum thought me inna fair way to see neptune an' the neierids, i be right well enough. i swear by davy jones's belt buckle t' keel haul the next miscreant in a white smock who thinks to get the better o' me an' steal me blood!

this be me good ship, the cat o' nine tails:an' these be her crew:

first mate, chow yung fatcat

nitro the nastyxing the slice

obey them as ye would me in all things, an' we'll bring ye safe ta journey's end!

we be gathered here togefur in a great flotilla on this, our second annyul meow like a pirate day! do we sail to seek our fortunes? what say ye? *ears twitch at a roar of approval* AYE! that be the spirit!! all cats on deck, cast off them lines, an' anchors a-weigh--we be adventure-bound!

*sails boom with wind*

*sea spray fills the air; cats from homes with squirt bottles run for cover*

now, ye may have heard whiskers . . . er, whispers . . . that there be a mighty hoard o' treasure t'be found in them most beautyful of isles, the seychelles:as we sails among the many islets of these waters, let us reflect that on each little island, there be treasure, all right--there be foods efurrywhere!! ye has but to open yer piehole, an' in it will fly!at 'em, me hearties--ye'll get yer fill o' fevvers this day! (our deepest 'pologies to any tame fevvers what sails wif us. the scurvy critters what inhabits this island be obviously much inferior branches of yer fambly trees, an' we all knows deadwood must be pruned;-)

look ye--here be our safe harbour at last!

*cap'n nels calls out:* ahoy, the black furball!! cap'n jack an' sir dante: the watch has spied out a low-life feller skulkin' 'mongst yon rocks at the harbour's mouth--would ye be so kind as to captivate him an' bring him aboard when ye've the time? i'd be much obliged! thank'ee!

lads an' lasses, now that the rabble be cleared away, ye may depart fur the island. remember yer manners, an' avoid poopin' onna beach--there be plenty o' comfort stations 'mongst them trees. we'll be jinin' ye presently.

fatcat, ye sluggard!! trot yer stumps up here wif that map!! aye, there 'tis . . . *squints* what be this here? *pokes a claw into the map*

*a clarion call is heard:* ahoy, cat o' nine tails! we be the ship's boat o' the black furball, an' we be bringin' aboard the prisoner ye bade us capture!


why, shiver me timbers--'tis cap'n jack, his loyal sir dante, an' a near-grown ladcat. ye must be fagin, of whom we've heard tell--only good things, lad, only good things (save that coffee cups be unsafe in yer presence.) a thousand welcomes aboard me ship, me hearties; i scarce thought to be gifted wif a visit from ye in person. delivery of a mere prisoner usually warrants but an oarsmancat an' a marine. will ye jine me in the cap'n's quarters? there's a furry fine vintage tuna juice i'd share wif ye . . .

but first, let's have a look at this specimen ye've brought. i liked him not when i clapped eye on him through the long glass; me thought he had a shifty look about him:yarrrr! an' now i like him no better for the seein' o' him close-like. clap him in irons, an' let him have bread an' water 'til we makes our home port. perhaps wif only bilge rats for company, he'll . . . oh, bugger. i forgot; we be kitties. there ain't no rats on this ship . . . well, then, he'll haf only hisself for company. an' fair enough; even the poor ratties don't deserve that. gentlecats, let's adjourn for a glass or two . . . aye, ye'll jine us, young fagin--by the look o' ye (an' by th' looks ye've been gettin' from the ladycats), ye be old enough now for a nip or two;-)

*time passes, an' cats come an' go to the island, to partake o' the bounteous feast that's laid out on the beach:*



*fatcat an' nitro broach a cask of tuna juice, wander off into the brush, an' are not seen again*

*sun fades, an' the light o' the moon silvers the waves*

*the map skitters away on a vagrant breeze, an' is lost in the whitecaps*

*the cap'n's quarters glow yellow wif lamplight, an' the yowl o' sea shantys has faded til only snores is heard*

*cats ashore an' aboard pile up an' purr an' dream . . . *

WHAT WILL TOMORROW BRING?

(while ye wait, perchance ye'd see what others do on this day of days!)

yarrrrrr! are ye up to snuff?

here be the nature o' the ship ye'll be sailin' on, be ye shippin' out wif cap'n nels on the cat o' nine tails" or cap'n jack o' the black furball, or any other fine-rigged vessel. it behooves ye lubbers t'be knowledgeable-like, so that if ye be pressed inta sarvice in a fight, ye'll know yer poop deck from yer fo'c'sle an' be o' some help ta them what's wavin' their blades about!! there also be more valuable information on that same site, so study careful-like--ye nevver know what'll save ye a life or two.

while mom an' dad are in chicago . . .

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

sez i: last year, we kitties had our OWN celebration, an' 'twere a fine one, by davy jones's belt buckle!! this year, we aims to spread the news that kitties is a force t'be reckoned wif. the beans here has asked t'be put on notice o' doin's piratical, an' we thinks t'oblige them. if yer willin', be tellin' me this week or the next, an' i'll see that the word is given.

THEREFORE: i herewif declarrrrre furriday the 19th o' septemberrrr t'be th' second annual "MEOW LIKE A PIRATE" day. since it be a furriday, perchance the festivities may carry ofurr into the weekend. what say ye?

• 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, an' there be linkies to other informative-like sites.
  
• on the day ye sails wif us, be postin' interestin' information 'bout yer 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' marooned!!
  
• remember, ye've a right to parrrrrlay if yer caught--an' don't let yer mum say that only works if she's a pirate!!! show her yer hooks an' tell her ye ain't no scurvy 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--no namby-pamby niptinis--plain, honest tuna juice, i sez. if i sees ary a cat drinkin' an umberella drink, i'll send 'im to davy jones!!
  

yarrrrrrrr!

cap'n nelson the cranky

sad, sad day

wif heavy hearts, we nounces that our bean auntie Gladys (granma's sister, an' mom's auntie), passed away yesterday (tuesday). please purr an' purrray specially for her three daughters, pam, colleen, an' marla, an' of course her whole extended fambly. mom an' dad got to see her inna hospital the day before they left chicago last week, so they give thanks to g*d they had that time wif her. mom an' dad will be driving to chicago for the funeral (prolly this weekend), so please spare a purr or two for them, too. thanks you, furriends.

sadly--
your furriends, the meowers

we has met the dare!

texas's last dare was to do something for aminal cancer. well, we done it. when mom got home this evening, we nipped her toes after the greeting ceremony until she went to the puter an' made a donation to the c.s.u. aminal cancer center. we dedicated it to texas, petey, an' alla ofur blogging aminals who has gone to the bridge acause of this awful killer, including our own uncle eeker of blessed memory. we hopes that someday no bean or critter will hafta suffer this evil disease!

thank you, laila & minchie!!

our chi-town buddies has giffen us this lovely award! thank you!! our mom & dad are visiting the grandbeans in oak park right now, and they're gonna watch the cubbies WIN tonight!!

they are also furry glad to know that it's going to cool off tonight. thunderboomers are moving in on them, and on us here in missouri. nels already has a good hiding spot scoped out. the dambrowndog is staying wif our bean brofur--we wonders if he's ready for a bed partner;-)

thanks again, laila an' minchie!!

nom nom nom nom

nom nom nom nom, originally uploaded by olrebbie.

gorgeous gingers allus enjoy a bit of ice cream!

!!!NTM is AOK!!!

it is our pleasure to post in honor of not-the-mama today. he is a great guy, loving an' giving, tender an' gentle, an' a push-ofur for kitties. it's kinda funny--you'd think a tiny kitty would haf trouble pushin' ofur a manbean, but nope. our bud mo tumbles for 'em efurry time, an' we wouldn't haf him any ofur way. we's proud to know him!

thanks, Not-The-Mama, for all you do,
an' for all you are.
long may you wave!!

purrs & purrrayers, please!!

mom works wif a furry nice man whose first granbaby came early a few weeks ago. the new li'l feller's name is flynn roberts. he stopped breathin' a few times inna hospital, so he hadda stay extra-long, an' when he finally went home, he hadda wear a monitor. a few days ago, he an' momma an' daddy (who both just got jobbies) has moved about 45 minutes away from our town. today the hospital called them to say that the person who had read the results of a spinal tap done while he was still inna hospital had "missed" a few things in it, and they needed to bring him back--right away! the hospital said it would pay for their gas, lodging, an' any hospital expenses. we finks it sounds furry serious; could efurrycat an' bean please purr an' purrray for li'l flynn roberts an' his fambly? we fanks you frum the bottom of our hearts!

get yer sunglasses!!

mom & dad & boy & his girl went onna float trip last weekend. they took the dambrowndog wif 'em, an' we'll show you pictures of that later inna week. but now, we introduce miss leslie: the only human inna world wif whiter legs than mr tasty face!

mancat monday - edmund

ed plays a game of kitty-pelmanism:
he was especially entranced by card wif the swimming fishy on it, but he nefur caught him;-)

Kisses to you, little one . . .

May perpetual Light shine upon you,
as the light of your presence shone upon us.

farewell, little sprout

May you know eternal peace, sweet innocent Violette. The boundless love
of those in heaven and on earth will be with you always.

yer better off wif a kitty . . .

instead of a .44 magnum!!

a splanation for billy

we noticed that when li'l billy sweetfeets gingersnap commented on "naughty, naughty mencats", he wanted to know if there was somefing wrong wif wantin' to eat all the foods.

well, yes, li'l furriend, in our case there is. our brofur nels is a geezer, an' that means he's furry old an' creakey in his bones, an' he has a prollem wif his heart. he hasta eat special foods that has extra vitymans an' stuff that geezers need to keep onna right side of dirt. they also makes him pee a lot, although we've nefur figgered out what peein' hasta do wif blood pumpin'! so if the foods you is steelin' borrowin' from a kitty has a differnt flavor from your foods, you should make sure that it's not something that is wrong fur you.

although his foods wouldn't hurt us unless we eated them alla time, mom sez we pees quite enough, thankyoufurrymuch, an' we doesn't need to increase our output. she also sez if you beats up on geezer cats or kitties who can't defend themselfs, you'll go to stay wif basement cat. furefurr.

an' besides, if you eat too much, you will asplode.

whitester wednesday

here's our cousin, powder, surveying the world from the safety of her daddy's shoulder. it may look like she's an "odd-eyed" white, but it's just that her lasers are set on two different speeds. she wanted to be ready to either stun or annihilate whatever was making noise on the carport!

ed wears boxing gloves

well, honestly, that's what it looks like in this picture!

naughty, naughty mencats

::music up:: "whatcha gonna do when they come for you, bad cats, bad cats? . . ."::music fade::

TODAY'S EPISODE: CHAIR JAIL

convicted losers, nitro (left) and edmund (right) agreed to make this PSA as part of a plea-bargain deal :

"kitties, when you try to strong-paw a geezer cat outta his food dish, this is what happens to you. you get sent to the chair jail. an' you get held there by a mean ol' matron wavin' a squirt gun. she don't smile, she don't gif you any treats. if you twitch a whisker, she shoots ya. she sez things like, 'we'll see how YOU like goin' wifout food, you bullies. whatcha think of THAT, eh? if suppertime comes an' some big bully browndog comes by an' pushes you an' growls at you, an' then eats yer food? eh? whattaya say? i can't HEAR you!!! . . .' an' stuff like that. It's no fun, especially if it's before she's had her coffee. so don't be a bully. geezers needs their foods, too. be good kitties, or you'll end up like us--in chair jail. we is furry sorry we was bad an' do not recommend the life of a bully. "

(overheard: is that camera still rollin'? off? good. jeez; i can't believe i said that [mimicking a baby girl-cat's voice: "we is furry sorry we was bad . . ."] gimmea break. let's go score some nip. i need to think about how to get his suppe . . . was that rain i just felt? it felt wet. awwww, crap!--she's got the squirter . . . !)

::music up and out:: "whatcha gonna do when they come for you, bad cats, bad cats? . . ."

don't think too hard, it's sunday!

while mom an' dad was passing the emergency pet hospital today (for a change, NOT hauling one of us in, thank bast!), they noticed the markee said, "is your pet right-pawed or left-pawed? ask a vet tech!" when they got home, mom started to check onna innernets, an' this is what she found:

The cat can also be a right pawed cat, a left pawed cat, or they can be ambidextrous. “Righty, Lefty or Both?” states that “Cats tend to have paw dominance somewhat akin to the right- and left- handedness found in humans. In one study, researchers reported right front paw usage was observed in 20 percent of the cats, while another 38.3 percent favored the left side. The remaining 40 percent were ambidextrous.”

so, lady- an' gentlecats, whattaya have to say about this? true? false? examples? anecdotes?

feh!

this is what our 'nip nanner looks like after the dambrowndog got hold of it. it doesn't matter that she din't chew it to pieces--we will NEFUR touch it again. woofie-spit---GAHHHHHHHHH!

doin' the fully monty

edmund has posted his full monty ofur on doing the q. he hopes you'll remember him when it gets votin' time!

feline friday

we got to discussing our purrsonalities the ofur day (all right, we were fighting), an' mom broke it up wif a promise to vestigate why we is like we is. here's some of what she found, wif some charts down towards the end of it. whaddaya fink? we all know the T.A.T. part is true!

a PSA for efurrybody

we all need as many "awwwwwwww" moments as we can manage. here's a contribution to your smile stockpile. and no comments saying, YUM or NOM need to be posted;-) we'll take that as a given from some of you.

oh, yay! we is awarded!!

our dear furriends, the st. louis meezers, has giftied us wif this award:we is furry proud to get it, an' will try to live up to it. we's sposed to pass it on to five more kitties, an' this is a portant decision, so we will mull it ofur an' make our awards a little later inna week, 'cause our thinkers is in "sunday" mode;-)

breakfast for 4, please

EXTREME FLOOFAGE!!!

ed's freshly-shampooed floofage. mom calls him her little flokati rug!!

not-quite-a-mancat-yet monday

on saturday, mom went to visit her furriend, auntie joni (who was the furst mom of our uncle-charlie-of-blessed-memory) an' got to meet our newest cousin: we gif you . . . (drum roll, please) . . .

CATO

he is a dimple-rumpy manx wif siamese markings. he has just a ittle bunny-fluff stuck on behind. it's really just the outside of a tail, wif no bone in it! an' his hinder legs are taller than his front ones, just like manxes should be. he sorta bunny-hops, too, but it sure don't slow him down--mom sez he's a li'l ball of fire when he plays!

you kin see inna top picture anna bottom one that he has some tigery-stripes comin' out on his legs an' face, so it'll be fun to see what he looks like all growed up. he's a pretty handsome feller already!
as he walked past mom's leg, he stopped an' hopped sideways in surprise when he furst noticed her tattoo! he sniffed at it an' patted it furry tentatively a couple of times before deciding it was nothing he wanted to play wif. (we will gif snaps to anycat who can identify the style of mom's design.) (an' no, cousin pam an' miss ginger, you can't play, acause you already know!)

cato is also furry s-m-a-r-t, an' auntie joni is prolly gonna haf a pretty lively time wif him in her life. an' here she thought she was gonna haf a nice, quiet retired life;-D

you kin see inna bottom picture that he has one of those ball-in-a-racetrack-ring toys--well, even though he really likes it an' loves to play wif it, that's not enuf fur him. he picks up his ofur toys (like the spiky jingle-ball we sent him) an' takes 'em ofur an' drops 'em inna racetrack, an' waits for THEM to go around, too. so far, he's been disappointed, an' we feel sorry fur the li'l feller--if he's smart enuf to figger out that it might be possible to make stuff to go, he oughta get his wish!!

if monty sez it's OK, we's gonna post his picture inna monty-q contest, even though he don't bloggify, just so you can all see how cute he is!!

REX, AVE ATQUE VALE!

THE HERO KING

HE LIVES FURREFUR IN OUR HEARTS.

check us OWT!

we is in the carnival of the cats this week!!!

how we spent our 4th of july

in durance vile, that's how!!! there was no flag-wavin', hot dogs, mom an' apple pie. was unamerican, we tells ya!! it was an apocatlypto!!

oh, ok, there was a flag wavin'. there was a mom, all right, but she had shampoo in her hand. there was a hot dawg, but she was dipped. apple pie? try pills!! an' for us innocent kitties, there was incarceration, plain an' simple.

it's all them darn fleazers' fault! they crowded in an' brought alla their relatives last week, so mom 'n' dad got some organic stuff to sprinkle onna carpets an' furnychur, an' to drop on our necks acause mom had been worryin' more an' more about chemicals an' kitties. but we turned into greasy, itchy messes, an' the fleas LOVED the organic stuff. they liked it so much, they sold it at their circuses for treats! we counted five circuses and 11 carnivals!!!

so today, the house got rug-sucked even in places there wasn't rugs, an' the slaughter of the fleazers began. we all got capstar pills, an' the fleazers drove us WILD in their haste to get offa us before they died; not many made it out alive.

xing (who has a really BAD flea allergy an' was all scabby) an' the geezer cat got baths wif a oatmeal soap in it. more fleazers perished. them two got packed into PTUs an' dumped onna carport.

then ed & nitro got dipped and stuffed in their PTU. still more fleazers became ex-fleazers.

cocoa got dipped, but SHE got to go run out inna field an' roll around. no PTU for her. unfair!!! she's a dawg, for bast's sake; she's a lesser being--an' she went free! where's that kitty constitution? there oughtta be somethin' in there about persecution!

then they put bombs inna house (but we din't hear no loud noises, an' it din't fall down), an' we languished in our PTUs onna carport for almost three hours! if we hadn'ta been soppin' wet [mom's note: we toweled 'em off, honest, we did!], we coulda took several naps in that time. but NOOOOOOOO. we hadda work, work, work to get ourselfs presentable again. an' after we FINALLY got back inna house, they made us STARVE a whole half hour before giffin' us our just desserts. an' main courses. an' by golly, there BETTER BE QUALITY TREATS later!

although it was kinda nice sittin' outside, chatterin' at the birdies up close, seein' the damdog make a bigger fool of herself by chasin' her ball, an' watchin' dad usin' a tennis racket an' a baseball bat to do battle wif a big ol' bee who din't wanna share carport space wif us. we could get useta that "outside" thing, if we din't hafta be locked in our PTUs. dad laughed at the notion of a stroller, an' we've tried the halter an' leash thing. maybe we can get them to get us a tent!anyway, that's the story of the inglorious fourth at our house. we hope none of you endured such a day, but had a safe, happy celebration wif yer famblies!

13 things that suck about rain

1. thunderboomers - an' we mean scary, house-rattlin', hide inna kitchen cabinet-type scary
   
2. bangers - little thunderboomers that don't scare, but disturb us enough to make us open an eye while nappin'
   
3. excessive wetness - damdog goes out to pee, comes back, an' shakes an' showers us
   
4. sunlessness - no warm spots to nap in
5. birdlessness - all hidin' from the rain in their dry nests
   
6. squirrellessness - ditto
7. crankyness - gloom makes mom an' dad peevish
   
8. chilliness - which goes wif #9:
9. humididitty - both of which make the beans run the A/C alla time, an' we freeze!!
10. sameness - borin', borin', borin' landscape fulla drips; it useta be fun watchin' 'em until we found out we couldn't catch 'em . . . an' wouldn't like 'em, if we DID catch 'em
11. muddiness - onna floor by the back door from beans & damdog goin' in-and-out, which is no fun to step in while peekin' out the door-window
    
12. slipperiness - onna floor where wet feets has been, lessening trackshun while playing T.H.O.E.
    
13. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz :nap time:
    

the ORIGINAL wordless--sphynx!

seldom-seen toezies

nelson lapurr's old toezies, kinda worn, but still serviceable!

mancat monday

nitro, the squinty sphynx, originally uploaded by olrebbie.

some mencats are just no good wifout their morning coffee--just like some menbeans!! don't worry--he'll steal some from mom's cup as soon as her back is turned. cream . . . yum!!!!

sunday, sweet sunday

we loves to help mom read the sunday paper. it's a cooperative effort--see? even xing an' ed aren't brawling! sundays are mellow.

how we spends our time

kilroy's meme

kilroy the cat tagged us for a "quirky" meme, so we made a fambly project outta it. here's the rules:

1. Link to the one who tagged you.

2. List the rules on your blog.

3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.

4. Tag some blogger friends with links.

5. Leave a comment on their blog to let them know they've been tagged.

6. What's a quirk?

1. nels: i like to lay on the carpet where mom sprays the de-stinker spray when someone makes an oopsie!! i get all rub-myself-all-over-it an' wide-eyed.
   
2. nitro: i am fearless. fearless (and squinty-eyed) in the face of the water schpritzer, fearless in the face of the knuckle-on-toppa-the-head, fearless in the face of the spoon bowl on my noggin. (::ed: that's not fearless, that's stoopid. you has got rapped so many times fer pushin' yer face into beans's foods while they's still eatin' 'em, yer just pixilated::)
   
3. xing: i only drinks FRESH, like i mean you gotta pour it now, just before i drink, water. My Mommy says i could die of thirst in a room with a gallon of water that was poured last night.
   
4. ed: i chews the li'l hard tips offa dad's shoelaces an' leave 'em lay there next to the shoes like empty bug skins. mom gets wigged out sometimes by this. *smirk*
   
5. nels: i like to lay with only my hinders on beans' laps, and hold onto the chair arm with my front paws.
   
6. ed: i will NOT poop in the litter box, only right next to it. even if it's brand-new fresh and nitro hasn't stuck his stinky hind end in it yet, no sirree! pee, yes; poop, no.
   
7. nitro: i know what flavor the damnbrowndog has. feh.
   
8. xing: i don't know how to play. My Mommy drags stuff in front of me, rolls stuff past me, dangles stuff in my whiskers, an' pats my paws, an' i just get all hissy. i just don't get it. i would just rather be skritched.
   

now we tags miss mittens polypaws, wmd, jimmyjoe, an' toby and/or cupcake!

t'abby normal's meme

well, t'abby normal has tagged nitro for a meme. here goes:

Rules: 1. be honest; 2. tag other kitties; 3. have fun!

What is your name? nitro s (for "stubborn") pierce
If you could change your name what would it be? chaos; as a matter of fact, you can call me CAPTAIN chaos.
What is your pet's name (it can be a webkinz or a real pet)? kin i count my faverite toy? 'cause i takes really good care of it by whappin' damnbrowndog inna nose when she tries to eat it! it's a fev-ver butt mousie called "checkers"!
If you could change your pet's name what would it be? nuffin'; i LIKE "checkers".
What is your brother or sister's name? ed, nels, an' xing
If you could change their name what would it be? stoopid, cranky, an' b*tchy (well, they're not dwarfs, an' this isn't eggsactly a fairy tale, after all >;-)

Now tag as many people as letters in your new name for yourself. OK, I tags flynn (an' eric, if he's feelin' up to it), li'l billy sweetfeet, tripper, an' daisymae maus.

(by the bye, t'abby, since you commented on the damnbrowndog's pose, we realized you weren't blogging yet when the "monty-q" was born. monty of "survival of the furriest" first posted a picture of himself in this pose here. we believes it was his cuz, skittles the huntress, of "the whole kitten kaboodle" who named it after him. we cats thought it was almost the greatest thing since dried catnip--after a couple of months, there was even a contest with lotsa kitties sending in pictures of themselfs or their sibs in the same attitude [or versions thereof] . our edmund even got some recognition!)

weird wednesday

cocoa does the monty-q!!

tabby tummy & toezies tuesday!

floofy toes an' tummy get toasted inna sun!

fadder's day at our house . . .

was - as many days have been recently - a trifle damp. *sigh*

after the storm . . .

we bloggin' kitties are so incredibly lucky. we knows comfort, love, an' peace in our lifes here on earth.

but didja efurr think of alla the furries who were rejected, abused, neglected, or homeless in life? they also live at the bridge. who comes to meet them beside the road?

it's the beans who was rejected, abused, neglected, or homeless (an' beans who allus wanted furriends but couldn't haf 'em) that also travels along that same road to heaven.

when they come into view, they are greeted jubilantly. there are ecstatic hops, skritches, jumps, pettin's, sleeks, pats, licks, rubs, an' purrs given an' received as each recognizes his or her most special furriend--oh, such joy!

then they, too, enter heaven togefur, rejoicing that at long last, they know the love and peace they missed on earth.

(we read somethin' like this on the innernets a long time ago an' hasn't seen it since. thought we'd polish it up a bit an' share wif you.)

soror, ave atque vale . . .

we will meet again in health and joy!