thankful thursday

we wanna take this oppertuneity to say fanks! to all of our furriends who stick wif us through thick-n-thin, who take the time to email an' comment, an' who come back to visit us even though we are sometimes lazy (an' sometimes can't get mom off her dead butt to help us) an' don't post a lot. we 'preciates you more than we can say!!

OK, by popular demand:

here's my head!

toezie & tummy tuesday

(no head, though)

(almost a mancat) guest star!!!

mommer went to visit our auntie teresa last week, an' found a new kitteh had taken up residence wif her. his name is stormy, an' he's not efen a year old yet!!

he liked playin' "attack the wiggly-things" wif mom's toezes!

he was furry furriendly:

an' he hafs a twichy foot:

an' he REALLY liked mommer's flip-flop shoes:

mommer an' auntie t'rese an' cousin teanna had a furry fine visit, an' we hopes they gets togefur again soon--they wented out fur a fish dinner, an' we got some treats!!!

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?

HIPPO BIRDIE, MISS ML!!!

you knows that song frum the beetles that mom plays when she's feelin' old? "Wif a little help frum my furriends"? well, imagine us singin' it to miss ml!! (believe us when we say you don't wanna hear us singin'.) she has helped so furry many of us "get by" - and MORE than just "get by" - so often, we fink it's her theme song. splendid, splendid ladybean, we wishes you a

HAPPY PURRTHDAY!!!

(an' many, many more!)

dueling ears

their ears were tickling each other, but neither one would look at the other because they knew they'd end up  hissin' and then somecat (maybe BOTH somecats) would hafta get offa mom's warm lap, an' it was pretty darn cool inna house!

wordless wednesday

we kin do "al-gee-bruh"

mom sez we is smarter than we look! she took one look at the result ("C") an' lafft. then she said, "if A is onna kitchen counter an' B is onna floor, whut will happen to C?"  here's the pictural evvydense:

"A"

"B"

"C"

Ergo, A + B = C

dang! we kin cipher almost as good as skeezix kin spell!!

sunday at chez pierce

ed: update

fank you, all my furriends of all sizes, shapes, kindsa furs, an' numbers of legs! yer purrs an' purrayers an' grrs an' good thoughts made me not afurraid at the vettie, even though mom hadda leave me there half the day (!) by my self!!
i posted a update yesterday, but apparently DPBlogger has et it. i won't bore you wif alla the details, in case DPB decides to urk up yesterday's post at some later time.

at furst, i thought dr. wilson sed that my pan had creeturitis, but it's really "pancreatitis", which means a big thing in my belly got sick an' i felt dizzy an' urkey alla time. but now i has meddysin to take fur a few days an' i feel like eatin' now (mom:  yeah, he couldn't wait for the new food to even get unpacked:)

in  fact, i haff been doin' a pretty good job of it! i has my own special stinky goodness AND crunchies (called ID), an' they taste great--the ofur cats don't get NONE--it's ALL mine own.

now that i don't feel urkey ennymore, i gots lots more energy! i haf already whipped nitro an' iggy really good fur hissin' at me when i came home wif the vettie-smell on me, an' now i'm gonna go lay out onna screen porch since the wevver is cooperatin' fur once.

fanks again fur all yer quick well wishes!!

oh, yeah--one ovver thing:  i learned three new kitty-cusses frum the meezer inna jail cell next ta mine, an' i taught him three diffrent ones. whoo'da guessed that a vettie visit could be a learnin' experience? :-D))

yummity-yum-yum-yum!

ahhhhh, the good life: niller ice cream!!
 mom din't giff the ofur boys none, acause they already had chick-hen an' noodlers, so me an' the dbd got to share this ice cream spoon. later i heard the dbd mutter, "that ice cream tasted like catspit!" well, if you're not first in line, that could happen. heh.

after all my hard work . . .

honest to bast! after i did all the huntin', trackin', stalkin' an' pouncin' i did to wrassle that lick-a-licious chick-hen an' noodlers bowl into submission, look whose fat head is mostly in it!!

at the first clink of the spoon in the bowl when my tongue touched it, igmu charged in frum the baffroom where he was playin' tub hockey wiff his sparkle wand an' helped hisself to MY kill!! he is the most obnoxshus little brofur efur. mom laffs an' sez i am a black kettle or sumthin'.

(which i don' unnerstan what that has to do wiff the sitchooashun ennyway, an' also ennyway, it's igmu who's the BLACK one, in case that excaped yer notice, MOM!)

target acquired!!

launch in 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . . SPROING!!!! 

CLATTER!!!! 

"jeez, nitro!"

licklicklicklicklicklick

may we present:

our bean brofur an' his new bride.

their weddin' was mostly why mom hasn't helped us blog in a while, but then, too, she's bone lazy. we can't blame it ALL on the newly-weds;-)

can't a guy nap in peace around here?

dang, it's crowded in this chair, whut wif this lumpy ghost next to me . . .

funny thing; it smells like igmu.

ah, the floofyness of ME!

the tummiest of tuesdays to you all!

ed's comfy sunday nap

it's 80 degrees out, mom sez.

that's plenty hot, wifout addin' catheat to it.

geddown offa my lap, she sez.

*zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz*