tunnel tuesday

mom gots us this nifty tunnel from the wallyworld place on sunday!! i purred on her specially loud when she sat down after we had splored it throroughly. it's all crackly, an' my booty fits just FINE, thank-you-very-much, ol' mean wise-crackin' daddy. mom put some kittycrack inna hole inna middle, an' nitro an' i both dived for it. I WON!!! he hadda wait until i was through burninatin' holes in him wif my lasers an' then rollin' inna nip. then i let him have the leftovers. xing just laid inna chair an' slept. stoopid girlcat.

hell has frozen ofur!!

the earth beneath chez pierce is frozen alla way down to the core of the earth an' efurrywhere inbetween. xingxing an' edmund has occupied the same chair, all by themselfs, for at least 20 minutes yesterday. mom & dad was at the wallyworld place an' i was inna litterbox room, so i nefur seed who got into the chair furst. can't imagine who it was, or why the seccond one wanted to lay there, too. usually they just cross glances an' someone gets growled inta next week. who efurr was furst was just stubborn enuff to not gif up the chair, an' whoefur was second was just stubborn enuff not to get run off, i guess. what's next? polar bears on tropical islands?? ::cue scary music::

to you all . . .

mom's SO silly . . .

she thinks that readin' a book can make her thin! she's readin' the pyrates, by george macdonald fraser, an' it were suggested to her by fat eric's mum. you should ALL tell yer beans about it, if they liked our sea voyage saga (an' are not put off by some dodgy language; you kin see some zamples here).

it IS furry funny, judging by her stifled giggles an' snorts an' out-an-out haw-haws. but tell yer beans they shouldn't aspect to drop any poundage while readin'--it just ain't true. she keeps sayin' she's laffin' her butt off, but it looks just as wide as efurr to us!

our poor ol' daddy

he's been kinda ditzy lately, what wif day huntin' being so busy an' helpin' the other branch of the day huntin' place move (he's gonna end up huntin' 13 days inna row), an' then losin' our nels--his furry own darlin'--so we can't blame him fur what he did last night, but that don't keep us from postin' about it!

he was sweepin' up the scattered litter an' other stuff (ed can't manage to poop inna litter box if it was as big as a kiddie pool) inna laundry room, an' went to dump it all inna wastebasket. too bad the dirty clo'es basket was right next to it. yup. the dirty clo'es is lots dirtier now. *smirk* usually, it's mom who's the ditz. [HEY! don't i get a little respect here?] nope, mom. not when you allus furget to check if the spray bottle is set on "mist" insteada "stun the kitty". you deserves it when you blasts yerself inna head efurry morning!

cap'n nels sets sail

first mate chow yung fatcat here. it be me sorrowful duty t' tell ye that cap'n nelson john lapurr, captain of the good ship cat o' nine tails, set out his last voyage yesterday. his brave daddy an' the vettie helped him rig the ship, an' he slipped anchor an' sailed away to the rainbow bridge. he left these words for his faithful crew an' all his furriends who sailed on two successful voyages:

me-yarrr, mateys. thank'ee one an' all fur yer constant comradeship an' largesse--ye've made me later years full o'fun an' excitement. finer furriends a kitty never had. i'll be waitin' for ye all beyond that final cloudbank. arrrr, that i will. *headbonk*

our bereft fambly blesses you all, an' covets yer kind thoughts an' purrrayers. we begs t'inform ye that there be no wake nor obsequies. nels celebrated them hisself wif ye on the voyage; he knew then that t'would be his last. it were his wish that ye not know til he were gone.

finis!

we left cap'n nels an' company racin' down the path past the treasure sign . . .

nels: whoa, ye hardheads! have a care where ye're tramplin'!! spread out an' slow down--we know not what form the treasure takes, nor whether it haf guards livin' or dead!

HARK! d'ye hear that? there be voices ahead . . . *a platoon of kitties, bowsprits low, afts high, tails waving slowly, creep through the underbrush*


:whispered: easy now, easy, lads. i sees movement up ahead!

:slinking:

:slinking:

:slinking:

:whispered: there be th' glint o' GOLD--GOLD!! we's found it--an' the few guards i see be live, an' precious small, if truth be told. we can take 'em, lads . . . careful now . . . careful . . .

RUSH 'EMMMMMMM!

:a hissing, yowling, spitting tidal wave of cats erupts from the jungle and engulfs the diminutive guards. claws flash in the subdued sunlight and it looks like dirty work will be done, 'til tiny voices ring out:

cap'n jack! cap'n jack--d'ye not know me, yer own crew???? look ye--'tis me, fagin!!

yes, an' me, skullcrusher left-eye, an' all us younglings!!

HOLD! HOLD, ye blackguards!! HOLD, i say!! what the devil has we here?

oh, cap'n nels--ye would not slay a kitten, would ye? we be yer junior crewmates, out to PLAYPLAYPLAY!!! (yes, PLAYPLAYPLAY!!!) we chased an' ran an' founded this tall feller who nefur moves. he be right pleasant t'climb upon, an' we can swing from his hook an' perch on his hat, an' take all manner o'liberties wif him, an' he nefur swats er pushes us away! can we keep him, cap'n nels?

keep him? i sh'd say not, ye silly kitt. he be a golden statcher, what be worth many a green paper in th' beans' world. we be haulin' him aboard the cat an' sailin' fur the nearest port, where we be sellin' him t' the highest bidder. we'll gain enough coin an' paper t'buy ye more (an' lighter-weight) toys, more toys than all o'ye could play wif in a month o' sundays. an' vittles fer all! an' a fine ship or two . . . an' we be endowin' an' old pirate cat's home fur them what retires from our fine but rigorous profession. there'll be warm, cozy spots for nappin', a keg o' the finest on efurry table, an' hammmm fur efurryone! in truth, i feels me age more an' more, an' think perhaps i may be the first resydent . . .

young fagin, all the cats o' the flotilla be beholden t'ye as the finder o' this fine loot we will divvy up amongst us--an' we must think on a fittin' reward for ye. but tell me, lad: ye were knockin' back the tuna juice, bowl for bowl wif us seasoned topers last night. how is it ye be so alert an' sprightly this day, while tiny imps wif hammers an' saws be dismantlin' me head inside?

oh, t'were easy, cap'n. whenefur ye were, ummmm, occupied playin' the cello so t'speak, i poured my cup inta yours!

arrrrr, ye tricksy devil! ye've the makin's of a fine pirate cap'n!! :cuffs him fondly:

FINIS
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the story of how they came to haul the statue away and sell it to the benefit of pirate catkind must wait for another day. our typist's fingers are protesting, an' her eyes be closin' swift. we hopes to sail wif ye again next year. fair winds an' calm seas t'ye all!
meYARRR!

the morning after the night before . . .

*the glorious sun smiles brightly on all, ashore an' aboard. kitties stretch an' wash themselves
or whatever part of whomever they can reach*

*the banquet tables are besieged by kitties who has slept LONG past breakfast for the furst time in their lives. if only their beans were here to enjoy it!* *sigh*

*the comfort stations are besieged in the rush of after-brekkie nature calls*

*ears perk as ghastly moans are heard from within the ship . . . be it a ghost? . . . an ofur-fed reveler onna way t'the head? . . . the prisoner, bemoanin' his fate?*

*a dory wif a chastened an' penitent nitro an' ed pulls slowly towards the cat*

fagin bounces brightly from the interior to the foredeck, closely followed by cato no-tail, cabin boykit o' th' cat o' nine tails. given their sprightly actions an' happy manner, neither appears to be the origin o' the moans.

by means o' some long-distance tail signals an' ear twitches, arrangements are made to meet forthwith wif skull-crusher left-eye louie, dana, an' princess isis the woofie at the first clump of trees west o' the rocks to PLAYPLAYPLAY!!!! since wig-waggin' out inna open is seen by all, a good many dories, skiffs, an' all manner o' ship's boats converge on the appointed spot, an' th' junior set be seen no more til late in th' day. PLAYPLAYPLAY!!!

*again, the sorrowful moans split the air*

*time passes*

*the door o' the cap'n's quarters creaks slowly open. cap'n nels (somewhat more
pallid than usual--even his black cap, spot, an' tail seem a bit washed out),
cap'n jack, an' dante creep forth into the sunlight, blinking furiously*

meYARRRRR, cap'n! th' sun be ofur th' yardarm, an' that were th' signal t' scour the island fur th' treasure!!!

ow! xing--shut yer piehole, ye silly git! d'ye haf no respect fur the dead? moderate thy strident tones, wench. i can hear the grains o'sand on the beach grindin' togefur like boulders--ah, i forswears that tuna juice furefurr, my oath on't!--jack, lad. be ye livin', er be ye dead?

*ghastly moan* (ah! the mystery be solved)
livin', i thinks. but i also thinks i wish it were not so . . . arrr, that be a fearsome brew ye fed us, nels.

an' dante, me bucko--how fare ye?

*gulps* *runs for the head*

ah, well. we'll be off for th' treasure after a few strips o' bacon an' some nice, greasy pork chops fer our vittles . . . hoy! jack! where be ye goin'?? *nels laughs* th' head be THAT way! *points wif his tail* xing--be sure the lads get the next conveyance t' the island. i be off inna ship's boat. t'will be a sad day when demon tuna juice keep me from me rondyvoo wif treasure. an' by the bye, where be fatcat? he be the keeper o' the map!

ummmm, cap'n?
aye, xing?
i saw fatcat an' nitro slink aboard a while ago. fatcat had no map about him that i could see. an' i could see plenty, for he were mother-nekkid. so were nitro, for the matter o'that.

arrrrrrh. FATCAT!!!!!
aye, cap'n?
what in th' name o' king neptune hisself be ye doin' nekkid?? where be yer hat an' maille shirt? bigod--if yer shivs weren't fastened on t'ye, they'd be gone, too, i swear it.
ahhhhhh, there were this cask, y'see. an' some pretty native ladycats, an' me an' nitro . . .
arrrr, yess . . . ye needn't go into any partikulars now. ye be pirates, after all, tho' ye has no hoo-hahs. but where be th' map? tell me true, now, er i'll put ye in wif th' prisoner after keel-haulin' ye!
errrr, i hasn't seen it lately, yer worship.
*extremely patiently, wif a scary smile:* an' when would be the last time that t'weren't "lately", fatcat?
it were, ummmm, perhaps at two bells o'the second dog watch, kind cap'n, sir.
WHAAAAAAT? an' how be we findin' o'the treasure, then?
me an' nitro, we seen clear sign o' where it be, yer lordshipness! we kin show ye!!
let's get t'the island then, an' if ye show it t'me plain, mayhap ye'll save most o'yer lives.

*off to the island, wif nitro an' fatcat rowin' as if their tails were afire (which may yet happen, if they please not the cap'n, who be crankier than usual owin' t'the tuna juice)*

here, cap'n nels!

it be at the bend in th' path. ye'll see, right enough!

BEGAWD!
we'd best be a-followin' this trail!

sound the alarum!! all cats t'me, by th' horn o' triton!!

*thundering feet are heard*

cap'n jack, dante me lad--ye be here in the nick o'time--we be on the road to riches an' glory!! let's press on . . . an' devil take th' hindmost!!!

be careful where ye dig, mind ye--be sure the spot be not too close t'the comfort stations!

. . . an' what d'ye think happened next? . . .

wait an' see!

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!!