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))