well. My Mama hadda take this picture furry fast, so it's blurry--but it ackshully is ME, Xing Xing, goin' frum the kitchen to the liffin' room. My Mama had locked up my rotten brofurs (an' the dbd, who I don't really mind) inna computer room, so I could come out from my suite to the rest of the house. I slinked around furry tenatifly for a while, because the whole place just REEKS of boycats, an' it was hard to belief that there weren't really there. but I told myself that My Mama wouldn't let me go anywheres it was dangerous, or let the boycats ambush me, so I finely came into the kitchen--there were food smells, but also boycat smells, because they were right behind the door behind My Mama. it was furry hard for me, but I was brave an' jumped up onna table an' mommer shared some cheese sammich wif me!! it was so delicious!!
then there was a thump-thump-thump onna door behind My Mama, an' that was enuf for me! I looked my thanks at her an' blinked luffin'ly, an' jumped down to go back to my rooms off the liffin' room. that's when she got this picture, an' then she came an' closed my door so the evil ones could come outta the jail.
that was pretty much all the adventure I needed fur the day; I napped all afternoon, an' din't even ask to come out an' sit on her lap after supper that night! but I'm glad I went--it's good to remind yerself sometimes just how brave you really are!
17 July 2012
16 July 2012
mancat monday guests!
today we'd like to innerduce our mancat guest stars: tubby (left, blue burmese) an' the efur-busy getzger (blue abyssinian, right). holding them is our faverit human next to mommer & dad, an' also our faverit feed&water&scoop-when-the-rents-are-outta-town purrson, miss ginger. we knows that it looks like getz should be named tubby, but he wasn't allus plumpish. an' tubby looks awful short here, but he's nearly as long as getzger. miss ginger was demonstratin' how flexible (in body an' in spirit) their mencats are. she wallers 'em around somethin' awful, an' this was nuthin' compared to what come next. we're sorry there are no pictures of it, but mommer hadda put the camera down acause she was laffin' an' laffin'. so SHE had a good time, but we haff nuthin' to show fur it.
getzger (you haf seen him befur inna water-from-the-faucet video) is a furry busy cat who takes his house patrols an' snoopervisin' duties astreemly serious. no matter where you go (an' what you do), there he is. matter of fact, he is SO prompt, you can frequently trip ofur him before he gets there! he also is a garter-snake killer par excellence. whenefur he can make a tour of the backyard, he throws hisself into findin' an' killin' the emeny--why, just the day this picture was tooken, mommer narrowly avoided steppin' in snake chunks an' some cat-hurl fulla ribs in their liffin' room!
tubby is a lover, an' kin giff you concussions wif his headbonks when he really likes you. he luffs scritches unner his chin, an' if you is a ladybean, he will head straight for yer, ummmm, frontal appendages to cuddle up an' purrrrrrrrrrr. his eyes are kinda mesmerizin' :
he hafs a condition called persistent pupillary membrane, which means the remnants of a fetal membrane din't atrophy around birth-time or shortly after, an' persists as li'l ropes of tissue crossing his pupils. his first name (at the cattery) was "astro" which is a greek werd for "star"--so he is really starry-eyed.
so now you haff faces to put wiff the names of kittehs we sometimes mention! they haf a furry fine fambly, an' haf two sisfurs (blue kitty an' sprinky) who may someday come outta hidin' long enuf fur mommer to take their pictures!
getzger (you haf seen him befur inna water-from-the-faucet video) is a furry busy cat who takes his house patrols an' snoopervisin' duties astreemly serious. no matter where you go (an' what you do), there he is. matter of fact, he is SO prompt, you can frequently trip ofur him before he gets there! he also is a garter-snake killer par excellence. whenefur he can make a tour of the backyard, he throws hisself into findin' an' killin' the emeny--why, just the day this picture was tooken, mommer narrowly avoided steppin' in snake chunks an' some cat-hurl fulla ribs in their liffin' room!
tubby is a lover, an' kin giff you concussions wif his headbonks when he really likes you. he luffs scritches unner his chin, an' if you is a ladybean, he will head straight for yer, ummmm, frontal appendages to cuddle up an' purrrrrrrrrrr. his eyes are kinda mesmerizin' :
he hafs a condition called persistent pupillary membrane, which means the remnants of a fetal membrane din't atrophy around birth-time or shortly after, an' persists as li'l ropes of tissue crossing his pupils. his first name (at the cattery) was "astro" which is a greek werd for "star"--so he is really starry-eyed.
so now you haff faces to put wiff the names of kittehs we sometimes mention! they haf a furry fine fambly, an' haf two sisfurs (blue kitty an' sprinky) who may someday come outta hidin' long enuf fur mommer to take their pictures!
12 July 2012
we's baaaaa-aaack!
no fanks to edmund percival, howefur. you may recall his previous experiments wif electric cords: here an' here. he has not learnt ennything.
we thought youse should know why we was 10-10 an' onna side* last week. this time, ed's snack was the laptop cord--we don't haf a reglar computer enny more. mommer hafs a "smart phone" but it's pretty stoopid in matters of bloggifyin' an' so she couln't help us wif it. since it's an old laptop, nobean in town had a cord fer it, so she hadda order it onna innernets. it took the man inna brown shorts a dreffully long time to bring the new one (yestidday). so we are astreemly behind on our postin' an' probly won't get back to reglar (M,T, & W) until next week. just remember, it's ED'S FAULT!! (*mommer sez, if you know what that means, you are older'n dirt, just like her.)
mommer allus disconnects the laptop an' rolls up the cord so at least ed's eyeballs won't light up an' spin like onna pinball machine when he bites it, which is what we allus figgered would happen to him someday. she tries to put it outta the way where he won't find it, but he musta outwitted her. which makes us furry sad becausa what that sez about mommer's brain.
we are all furry peevish wif ed now acause we gots to werk hard to catch up. we haf sat on him, smacky-pawed him, put the bitey on his ears an' tail, an' even hollered until we are (rather becomin' shades of) BLUE, but he just won't quit bitin' plastic. right now, he's lyin' inna kitchen window, nuzzlin' the slats onna blinds. mommer's hollerin' at him an' nitro's lyin' next to him, kickin' him inna furchin (which is that saggy part ov yer belly right in fronta yer hind legs), but ed's eyes are closed in bliss, nommin' an' nommin'. we needs an innervention!!!
we thought youse should know why we was 10-10 an' onna side* last week. this time, ed's snack was the laptop cord--we don't haf a reglar computer enny more. mommer hafs a "smart phone" but it's pretty stoopid in matters of bloggifyin' an' so she couln't help us wif it. since it's an old laptop, nobean in town had a cord fer it, so she hadda order it onna innernets. it took the man inna brown shorts a dreffully long time to bring the new one (yestidday). so we are astreemly behind on our postin' an' probly won't get back to reglar (M,T, & W) until next week. just remember, it's ED'S FAULT!! (*mommer sez, if you know what that means, you are older'n dirt, just like her.)
mommer allus disconnects the laptop an' rolls up the cord so at least ed's eyeballs won't light up an' spin like onna pinball machine when he bites it, which is what we allus figgered would happen to him someday. she tries to put it outta the way where he won't find it, but he musta outwitted her. which makes us furry sad becausa what that sez about mommer's brain.
we are all furry peevish wif ed now acause we gots to werk hard to catch up. we haf sat on him, smacky-pawed him, put the bitey on his ears an' tail, an' even hollered until we are (rather becomin' shades of) BLUE, but he just won't quit bitin' plastic. right now, he's lyin' inna kitchen window, nuzzlin' the slats onna blinds. mommer's hollerin' at him an' nitro's lyin' next to him, kickin' him inna furchin (which is that saggy part ov yer belly right in fronta yer hind legs), but ed's eyes are closed in bliss, nommin' an' nommin'. we needs an innervention!!!
03 July 2012
vultures
mommer sez we're "vulturing" at her. we lookt it up, an' there ain't no verb like "to vulture", but apparently mommer likes to play fast an' loose wif the english langwige. unline SOME cats we know. (she sez she went to school, but we learnt all we know from skeezy an' his spellin' coach, jeet!) besides, all we're doin' is waitin' fer her to hand out the haff-n-haff treats at breffust; it's not like she hasta DIE to do it, although to hear her go on, you'd think it was killin' her!
02 July 2012
mancat sunday ... errrrr,
27 June 2012
whisker wednesday
xingxing sez: even though it's "whiskerhump wednesday" for mancatly whisker humps, i am posting my picture because even though i am a ladycat, my whisker humps haf produced some exceptional whiskers.
My Mama calls me "Princess Prettywhiskers"!
26 June 2012
mommer sez sometimes i reminds her of a bombay cat, although i was borned right here in misseri. so i started readin' up on bombay an' i found out that it's in a place called india, like springfield is in the YooEssAyy. mommer sez it's furry hot there, so it must be a lot like springfield! but they haff more monkies than cats, so that's a way it's NOT like springfield.
ennyway, i notised that somma the menbeans there wear marks called tilak on their foreheads on speshul occasions, an' i figger any day i gets some haff-n-haff (like i did this morning) is a speshul occasion, so i thought i would haf nitro take this picture of me to show how speshul i looked wif my haff-n-haff tilak. so he did.
then he dropped the camra an' grabbed me an' likked my tilak all gone. i suppose that's ok; i couldn't lik it myself, annit woulda got all sticky.
ennyway, i notised that somma the menbeans there wear marks called tilak on their foreheads on speshul occasions, an' i figger any day i gets some haff-n-haff (like i did this morning) is a speshul occasion, so i thought i would haf nitro take this picture of me to show how speshul i looked wif my haff-n-haff tilak. so he did.
then he dropped the camra an' grabbed me an' likked my tilak all gone. i suppose that's ok; i couldn't lik it myself, annit woulda got all sticky.
25 June 2012
this is MY mancat monday post--me, igmu!! it's about time i gotted to write a post!! you kin see three things frum this picture: (1) my razor-sharp shivs make me a mighty slayer of paper bags! nitro will hafta find somewhere else to cower when i decide to whup his kittybutt. (2) my daddy wears a air force belt, which looks a great deal like a snake, an' since i am not allowed outside, it makes a pretty good substitute to tussle wif (although it hurts when i puts the bitey on its head). (3) i am furry polite: i refrained from wommitin' in daddy's hat even though it was in easy reach. mancats rule!!!!
19 June 2012
toezie tuesday
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| iggy's mighty raptor claws--this is how far they hang out of his paws when he's completely relaxed!!! you realize, ov cawse, our mommer acksidentally posted our box day pictures a week early. if'n you missed 'em then, here they is. |
18 June 2012
14 June 2012
surprise!!!
13 June 2012
12 June 2012
adjussment???
11 June 2012
international box day
07 June 2012
06 June 2012
a poopin' PSA frum ed
ed sez:
mommer wishes there wuz a door to close off the kitchen. she sez we is gettin' inta too much trubble in there lately.
but lemme tell you kittehs about a good thing that comes frum there, an' ya don't hafta swipe it!! (in fact, ya can't--it's inside a can, an' you needs opposable thumbs to git at it.) but that's ok--yer beans will giff it to ya wif no complaints. in fact, they'll be GLAD to giff it to ya: it's punkin. canned punkin, but not the ready-made pie fillin', just mushed up plain ol' punkin.
ya see, i had quite some nasty poopin' prollems last week (the "hershey skwerts", as skeezix terms 'em), an' mommer was gettin' really tired of washin' my fluffybutt. I was plenty tired of it, too. she started callin' me names like "stink-a-saurus rex" an' "stinkamundo" an' "godamightyedyouareRANK!" i felt like our relationship was onna downhill turn, but i behaved like the gentlemancat i am, firmed up my tremblin' chin, an' kept myself frum puttin' the bitey onner when she dunked my butt yet again. an' again.
since i din't act like there was ennythin' else wrong (i was eatin', drinkin', purrin', cuddlin' [when she'd let me, dependin' onna state of my pantaloons], bitin' nitro an' iggy, an' sleepin' inna same places) she finely went online fur advice, an' some kitteh's bean mentioned punkin. she went to the store an' got some, an' put a teaspoonful inna little cup fur me, an' a luff affair was borned!!! it was deelishus!! an' i got a spoonful wif all my meals after that--even after i stopped haffin' the runs! in just two days, i was back onna poopin' track. (she tole me she was nefur so happy to see one of my poops outside the box--where i allus poop--as that first one that wasn't a *splort*!)
so i hope if you efur suffer this undignified prollem, you will urge yer beans to remember this post, an' getcha some punkin. not efurrycat will like it, though--my dippy brofur nitro wouldn't touch it wif a stick, let alone his tongue, an' i find that kinda weird, since he's the same color as the punkin!
mommer wishes there wuz a door to close off the kitchen. she sez we is gettin' inta too much trubble in there lately.
but lemme tell you kittehs about a good thing that comes frum there, an' ya don't hafta swipe it!! (in fact, ya can't--it's inside a can, an' you needs opposable thumbs to git at it.) but that's ok--yer beans will giff it to ya wif no complaints. in fact, they'll be GLAD to giff it to ya: it's punkin. canned punkin, but not the ready-made pie fillin', just mushed up plain ol' punkin.
ya see, i had quite some nasty poopin' prollems last week (the "hershey skwerts", as skeezix terms 'em), an' mommer was gettin' really tired of washin' my fluffybutt. I was plenty tired of it, too. she started callin' me names like "stink-a-saurus rex" an' "stinkamundo" an' "godamightyedyouareRANK!" i felt like our relationship was onna downhill turn, but i behaved like the gentlemancat i am, firmed up my tremblin' chin, an' kept myself frum puttin' the bitey onner when she dunked my butt yet again. an' again.
since i din't act like there was ennythin' else wrong (i was eatin', drinkin', purrin', cuddlin' [when she'd let me, dependin' onna state of my pantaloons], bitin' nitro an' iggy, an' sleepin' inna same places) she finely went online fur advice, an' some kitteh's bean mentioned punkin. she went to the store an' got some, an' put a teaspoonful inna little cup fur me, an' a luff affair was borned!!! it was deelishus!! an' i got a spoonful wif all my meals after that--even after i stopped haffin' the runs! in just two days, i was back onna poopin' track. (she tole me she was nefur so happy to see one of my poops outside the box--where i allus poop--as that first one that wasn't a *splort*!)
so i hope if you efur suffer this undignified prollem, you will urge yer beans to remember this post, an' getcha some punkin. not efurrycat will like it, though--my dippy brofur nitro wouldn't touch it wif a stick, let alone his tongue, an' i find that kinda weird, since he's the same color as the punkin!
05 June 2012
more thievery!!
ed sez: mommer made stir-fry last night. dad likes meat innit but she don't, so she cooked the meat separate to let him scoop up as much as he wanted. after dinner, she putted the lids on an' went to watch the noos befur puttin' the foods away inna cold box. big mistake. a few minnits went by. suddenly there was a big POP! frum the kitchen, then the sound of lotsa gravel (?!) scattering ... an' a red meniss streakin' through the liffin' room ZOOMMMMMMMMM
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| it wuz glass gravel. |
04 June 2012
the great tape caper
yestiddy mornin', mommer an' dad bofe ast each ofur if they had tooken the tape offa the high cupboard where the cheezits useta live, an' they each sed, "no." privutly, they each thought the ofur one had tooken it off but din't remember, an' onna counta they bofe know they're gettin' old an' fergitful, they let it slide. daddy re-taped it. they looked all ofur the floor an' the top of the cold box, but the missin' piece wasn't ennywhere to be found. later on, mommer brought out the rug-sucker-monster, an' IT din't find the tape wad, either.
after a while, mommer was washin' up some dishes an' heard a funny noise behint her, so she peeped ofur her shoulder, an' there was iggy--big as life--strippin' off the tape wif his teef. so we guesses the perp inna cheezits crime is obvious; or at least, the ringleader of it!
he caught him lookin' at her an' just kept strippin' away. then she sneaked her left hand ofur to her smartphone an' turned slowly while aimin' it. the little bugger quit as if he'd been shot. he nefur moved away from the cupboard, but he nefur turned an eye or a tooth in its direction as long as mommer was holdin' the phone. she put it back down an' went back to washin', annit wasn't long before she heard the funny noise again. she din't even bother lookin'.
she took the dish-sprayin' hose frum the sink an' whirled around an' gave iggy a good blast while yellin' right out loud that his kittymama an' kittydaddy wasn't efur married!!! he took off fur the bunker behint the sofa, an' was pretty darn sulky fur about a haff a day, long past the time he took to lick hisself dry. served him right, not adherin' to the gibbs-kitty rule #5: don't get inta mischief when the beans can see ya!!
but she does wonder what happened to the strip of tape that useta be there. she's checkin' the litter boxes right now.
30 May 2012
a little night music ...
'amember the great cheezit caper? an' the follow-up? well, the case has been solved.
daddy's been tryin' ta quit smokin' an' the meddysin he's takin' makes sleepin' diffycult. so sunday night he decided to try sleepin' inna recliner chair (where he snoozes pretty good inna daytimes sometimes).
liffingroom: (lights go out, sound of recliner reclining.) (cue sound from kitchen:) *thunk* ... *thunk* ... *thunk*
enter daddy: @*#()& &*(*)@!!!!! *stomp* *stomp* *stomp* (lights go on) what are you little foundlings doing??? (he said somethin' a little more earthy than "foundling".)
igmu, paw in cabinet door: ummmm, nuthin'?
daddy: "nuthin'" my @$$. gitouttathere! i'll fix yer wagon ::tape tape:: THERE! now lemme sleep dammit!
so, disabused of the oppertunity to raid the cabinet, quiet reigned for a while. then we went to sleep on daddy, an' daddy went to sleep inna bed. dunno whut his prollem was; WE were comfertable! ennyhoo, the upper cabinet where the cheezits useta live now looks like THIS, an' you saw the place they moved to inna "follow-up" linkie above.
LAST night, he decided he'd try sleepin' inna liffin' room again.
liffinroom: (lights go out, sound of recliner reclining.) (cue sound from kitchen:) *tonk* ... *tonk* ... *tonk*
enter daddy: @*#()& &*(*)@!!!!! *stomp* *stomp* *stomp* (lights go on) igmu, you little (foundling), what are you into NOW???
igmu, paw wedged under edge of locked cabinet door: ummmm, nuthin'?
daddy: i'll sweartagod. i'd fix you good if i had kitty-sized handcuffs!!! ::rip, tape, tape, tie, latch:: let's see what you do NOW, smart@$$!!! *stomp* *stomp* *stomp* (exeunt daddy, stage left, igmu stage right.) (offstage, bedroom door closes emphatically.)
(we suspects this is onnea them stories that end wif "to be continued" ... ;-)
daddy's been tryin' ta quit smokin' an' the meddysin he's takin' makes sleepin' diffycult. so sunday night he decided to try sleepin' inna recliner chair (where he snoozes pretty good inna daytimes sometimes).
liffingroom: (lights go out, sound of recliner reclining.) (cue sound from kitchen:) *thunk* ... *thunk* ... *thunk*
enter daddy: @*#()& &*(*)@!!!!! *stomp* *stomp* *stomp* (lights go on) what are you little foundlings doing??? (he said somethin' a little more earthy than "foundling".)
igmu, paw in cabinet door: ummmm, nuthin'?
daddy: "nuthin'" my @$$. gitouttathere! i'll fix yer wagon ::tape tape:: THERE! now lemme sleep dammit!
so, disabused of the oppertunity to raid the cabinet, quiet reigned for a while. then we went to sleep on daddy, an' daddy went to sleep inna bed. dunno whut his prollem was; WE were comfertable! ennyhoo, the upper cabinet where the cheezits useta live now looks like THIS, an' you saw the place they moved to inna "follow-up" linkie above.
LAST night, he decided he'd try sleepin' inna liffin' room again.
liffinroom: (lights go out, sound of recliner reclining.) (cue sound from kitchen:) *tonk* ... *tonk* ... *tonk*
enter daddy: @*#()& &*(*)@!!!!! *stomp* *stomp* *stomp* (lights go on) igmu, you little (foundling), what are you into NOW???
igmu, paw wedged under edge of locked cabinet door: ummmm, nuthin'?
daddy: i'll sweartagod. i'd fix you good if i had kitty-sized handcuffs!!! ::rip, tape, tape, tie, latch:: let's see what you do NOW, smart@$$!!! *stomp* *stomp* *stomp* (exeunt daddy, stage left, igmu stage right.) (offstage, bedroom door closes emphatically.)
(we suspects this is onnea them stories that end wif "to be continued" ... ;-)
29 May 2012
28 May 2012
25 May 2012
peekaboo
mommer chosed this picture of nitro lazer-eyein' her to post today because it reminds her of a story about her nieces when they was young beans. they had a dawg named frou-frou who liked to dig tunnels in the soft sandy soil where they lived. one mornin' one (or a couple) of the girls (mommer can't remember acause it was about a billion sleeps ago) went lookin' fur f.f. an' came runnin' into the house all scared an' hollerin' "mama, mama! there's a monster in frou-frou's cave!!!!!" yup; lazer-eye strucked terror inta their li'l girlie hearts!
24 May 2012
justice is served?
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| they look mighty snug as they get acquainted with their roomies. hope they will be safer than the last bunch, but -- the new digs are at ground level, where danger lurks!!!! |
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| well; isn't THAT clever. it seems they've locked up the victims, NOT the perps. hmmmmm. at least the cheezits are safe. |
23 May 2012
something met a toothy death
well, a wounding, at any rate. usually when mommer gets up, iggy is layin' onna noospaper to keep it "hot off the presses" fur her. he wasn't there this morning. we ain't sayin' why.
this reminds mommer of a pome she writ a long time ago fur a kitty-who-came-befur, prrrrow. that was his name--he told her so.
this reminds mommer of a pome she writ a long time ago fur a kitty-who-came-befur, prrrrow. that was his name--he told her so.
22 May 2012
21 May 2012
cat crime whodunnit
at some time between bedtime last night and o-dark:thirty this morning, a crime was committed. the horrifying scene was discovered by an off-duty, barely awake crime-scene photographer on the early feeding shift. (o-dark:thirty, remember--hence the non-quality of some of the pictures.)
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| victim 3: another roommate of the two other vics. dragged bodily to the computer room, viciously ripped open, bitten severely, and completely eviscerated!! every scrap of his innards was gone! |
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| suspects one and two: the bash brothers, aka ed and nitro. ed has a prior conviction for picking open a cabinet door, which crime was documented on film. nitro is known to be ruthless when lusting for cheese--even cheese-dust or crumbs. |
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| suspect 3: igmu sapa, layin' low, up high. known to have an affinity for high places. ________________________________________ |
a vigorous inspection of whiskers and paws followed immediately upon discovery of the crime, but results were inconclusive.
a known associate of the three, the dbd (aka cocoa), was positively excluded from suspicion, having been locked in the bedroom with the photographer and the photographer's husband during the period in which the crime occurred.
local law enforcement is stumped, so we put it to you, cat bloggers--
a known associate of the three, the dbd (aka cocoa), was positively excluded from suspicion, having been locked in the bedroom with the photographer and the photographer's husband during the period in which the crime occurred.
local law enforcement is stumped, so we put it to you, cat bloggers--
WHO DUNNIT?
09 April 2012
05 April 2012
mr chewy review
some time (an embarrassin' amount of time, we admits), mr chewy's assistant, brent, invited us to eat an' review a variety of stuff frum mr chewy's webstore. well, free food? bring it on!!! so we's starting off wif cocoa, aka the dbd: mommer got her the doggie wishbone, the flossies spiral chew, an' the wizzlers beef treat. in her own words:
"mmmmm. chompslurpchewchewchewmmmmmmmsssslobberchompslurpnomnomnom. gulp. jeez, that was good--y'got enny more?"
no complaints from her at all, an' efurrytime mommer gave her one, she attacked them like she hadn't been fed for hours. really; she's a dawg--what can you expect? mommer thinks they were excellent quality, well packaged, din't stain the rugs, an' thinks they MUSTA been really good--the dbd even growled at us when we came ovur to sniff 'em, an' she usually doesn't do that.
now. on to the important stuff--OUR opinions!
zukes natural purrs tender chicken treats--four paws up (all of us liked them), an' mommer thought it was a furry good thing there is no wheat or corn or soy innit. (she's partial to rice an' barley herself, an' thought we should eat more.)
we kin say ditto--four paws up--fur the halo real chicken treats, although we don't remember that one real good, acause we inhaled it all inna first week!! mommer thinks that was the oven-baked one, an' she likes that idea.
the pure bit beef livver treats was fantastic, but we kin only gif it a three paws up--nitro wouldn't eat it. we dunno what is wrong wif him, because even xing, who doesn't usually eat treats, gobbled 'em up. mommer likes the idea of freeze-dried so it's not messy.
for the king kamehameha foods canned sampler: four paws up!!! we all of us adored the fishy goodness in efurry can (an' we fink there was a chicken one?), an' polished our dishes clean. me (nitro) an' ed both eat doctor foods, but mommer gave us goodish tastes efurry time. the only thing was, xing yakked up the mackerel flavor each time she had it. she liked it an' hoovered it up wif no hesitation, but later on was visited by the ghost of mackerel past. eh! she's a long-fur an' barfs a lot ennyway.
amongst the merrick gourmet foods canned sampler, efurry flavor was toothsome, an' we treated it as such. we LOVED the gravies, an' especially grammy's pot pie. there was just somethin' about that one--even daddy thought it smelled tasty (but we din't share). again, four paws up! nocat had any complaints about ennything, an' mommer liked the fact that most of them din't smell terrible strong to her puny nose.
"mmmmm. chompslurpchewchewchewmmmmmmmsssslobberchompslurpnomnomnom. gulp. jeez, that was good--y'got enny more?"
no complaints from her at all, an' efurrytime mommer gave her one, she attacked them like she hadn't been fed for hours. really; she's a dawg--what can you expect? mommer thinks they were excellent quality, well packaged, din't stain the rugs, an' thinks they MUSTA been really good--the dbd even growled at us when we came ovur to sniff 'em, an' she usually doesn't do that.
now. on to the important stuff--OUR opinions!
zukes natural purrs tender chicken treats--four paws up (all of us liked them), an' mommer thought it was a furry good thing there is no wheat or corn or soy innit. (she's partial to rice an' barley herself, an' thought we should eat more.)
we kin say ditto--four paws up--fur the halo real chicken treats, although we don't remember that one real good, acause we inhaled it all inna first week!! mommer thinks that was the oven-baked one, an' she likes that idea.
the pure bit beef livver treats was fantastic, but we kin only gif it a three paws up--nitro wouldn't eat it. we dunno what is wrong wif him, because even xing, who doesn't usually eat treats, gobbled 'em up. mommer likes the idea of freeze-dried so it's not messy.
for the king kamehameha foods canned sampler: four paws up!!! we all of us adored the fishy goodness in efurry can (an' we fink there was a chicken one?), an' polished our dishes clean. me (nitro) an' ed both eat doctor foods, but mommer gave us goodish tastes efurry time. the only thing was, xing yakked up the mackerel flavor each time she had it. she liked it an' hoovered it up wif no hesitation, but later on was visited by the ghost of mackerel past. eh! she's a long-fur an' barfs a lot ennyway.
amongst the merrick gourmet foods canned sampler, efurry flavor was toothsome, an' we treated it as such. we LOVED the gravies, an' especially grammy's pot pie. there was just somethin' about that one--even daddy thought it smelled tasty (but we din't share). again, four paws up! nocat had any complaints about ennything, an' mommer liked the fact that most of them din't smell terrible strong to her puny nose.
daddy suggested that maybe "gormay" is wasted on us ozarks cats. hah! bast knows, if we eat mouses, mayflies, lizzerds, an' crickets in addition to human and grocery store & v-e-t foods, we obviously haf educated palates. we know what's good, an' by cod, alla the foods an' treats we got frum mr chewy is GOOD!
mr chewy carries 80 different brands of nutritious, pet-health-conscious foods, so there'll be somethin' there to make even the pickiest cat (or dawg) happy in a healthy was. an' if you're lookin' to avoid those last-minute trips to the store by yer staff when yer stummick's yowlin' fer food, they can even develop a delivery schedule tailored to meet your needs--so when you wants the food, it's already there!!
04 April 2012
frenzy!!
here is a small portion of feeding time at the pierce zoo. if we kin keep frum tramplin' the videoist, we will try to post anofur portion at a later date. she's a little wary of nitro now ...
03 April 2012
we has a guest today ...
last week, mommer took care of our buddies getzger, tubby, blue kitty, an' sprinky while miss ginger an' mr gary went walkabout. after she scooped their litter, she went to the sink to wash her hands an' was almost knocked ofur by an abyssinian inna extreme hurry. she had furgot that getzger loves to drink frum the faucet, so she let him slurp!
02 April 2012
29 March 2012
27 March 2012
olifs!!!
i doesn't know what is about olifs, but i sure loves 'em. they make me feel all googly-eyed an' catnippy inside. this is a green olif an' mommer kep' the red part all to herself, but it was still good--almost as good as the black olif i had a few weeks ago. olifs ... mmmmmm!
26 March 2012
i'se werried ...
i dunno whut to do. mommer's discovered pinterest, an' we is perishin' fur lack of caterest!!!
she has promist to post tomorrow. we'll see how that werks out.
13 March 2012
a-one, a-two-, a stretch!!
our uncle stephen gotted this"mouse pad" (??? ain't no mousies onnit, an' it don't smell nuthin' like mouses) fur mommer!! mommer tried somma the poses, but now she's moanin' an' rummagin' around inna box where the hurt-meddysins are. we dunno--looks easy to us! *shrug*
12 March 2012
08 March 2012
07 March 2012
sleepin' wif the enemy
who would belief that this mornin', these two were swearin' an' tusslin' an' threatenin' to rip each ofur's hearts out an' eat 'em wifout enny beans OR red wines. they was fightin' so hard, somecat (or maybe both) was pootin' wif eggsershun, an' there's tufties of white, brown, AND orinch furs efurrywhere!!
06 March 2012
bird t.v. - streaming live!!!
wif a speshul guest appearance by the dbd an' a sqwerl!! mommer was enjoyin' my active viewin' (jumpin' an' chatterin') so much, she fergot to take a picture of that stuff. the pichur above is when i furst tuned in.
05 March 2012
27 February 2012
haste makes ...
WET!
mommer's tol' him an' tol' him not to rush her when she pours our haff-n-haff treats, but does he lissen?
22 February 2012
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