nels sez: mom's puny again . . .

that's what they say in the ozarks when you're not feelin' well--you're puny. and boy, is she efur. it's that dumb bronchitis again. she coughed for a whole day and most of a night and din't get any sleep, then went to the bean vet for medicine, and now she's slept about 18 hours in the last day. so we're on catblanket duty again. her ribzes hurt from the effort of barkin' an' she needs her lungs for breathin' so it's hard to find a cuddlespot she can use! she is just zausted from coughin' so much and needsta take it slow and quiet fer a day or two. so far this mornin' she has got up, had a glassa juice, a cuppa coffee, carried a load o'clothes to the washing box, checked e-mails, and now is going to the reclining chair, where we can relax wif her. she'll try to catch up tomorrow on our bloggie! oh, yes, and edmund sez "hey" to a special little kitty out there. hmmmmm. wonder who that is?

widebody wednesday

dona nobis pacem--efurry day

Dona Nobis Pacem
when we first saw the globe with skeezy's picture on his blog sunday, we wondered what could cats could possibly have to say about world peace. but we thought we should try, so we asked mom to make us a globe and put our pictures on it and sign it for us. she did, and then we sent it to miss mimi, wif a letter an' a copy of our globe, like she asked.

so now it's tuesday, and we doesn't have any profound thoughts on how peace can be gotten; we's just kitties, after all. we can't even stop scrappin' amongst ourselves, 'cause that's our nature. but we understands that beans has something called higher intellect that lets them choose how to behave. so why doesn't efurryone behave? we don't understand why, if they can choose a good thing (peace), something that is not painful or harmful in any way to anyone, why don't they do it?

we thinks a first step would be EFURRYONE STOP THINKING ABOUT YOURSELF! quit thinking about how much you can "get" and start thinking about how much you can "give"! get some of what our mom calls "empathy"--spend some time imagining (and, we hope, understanding) how the ofur guy feels. then ask yourself how you would like to feel that way. then think about how you could change his life for better. and then start doing it. but peace is necessary to do this; it's furry hard to feed, clothe, and house people when bombs are falling, supplies are siphoned away by greedy people, and the people who would do good are denied access to those whom they would help.

all we can do is conclude that peace is a necessary thing. how can we get it? we don't know. it seems like a circle: it's gotta be peaceful so people don't need to worry about surviving and when they don't hafta worry, then they can have the time to think about and do things like attaining peace so that people won't hafta worry. . . we don't know; we're just cats. but we know we gotta have it.

when we wrote that letter to miss mimi, we had no idea that it said just about all we could say about world peace. but when we thought it ofur, we realized it really does:

we wish all the human beans in the world and all the 4-legged, 2-legged, winged, crawling, and swimming peoples would get together and make this world work like it is supposed to. that would truly be peace. peace is the only thing that will let efurry kitty live nine lives of comfort, safety, warmth, and contentment, with plenty of food and clean water. and if that's what kitties should have, isn't it just what efurryone else in the world should have, too? peace can give that to us. give us peace.

dona nobis pacem

miss mimi lenox, a blogging writer/thinker/musician, gave us and merlin, of merlin's meows a furry nice mention here. she has lotsa bloggies, and we hopes you will visit them by viewing her complete profile and checking them all out! you will find lotsa stuff to ponder, enjoy, and laugh with. may bast bless her! she is a Good Bean.

many thanks to our best friend, skeezix, who turned us on to this excellent endeavor. clicky here to learn about it. and, dear kitty friends--get WITH IT!! join up now--you still gots time (like, until tomorrow) to tell the world that we think and feel and blog. (you doesn't hafta mention the "world domination" part right now . . . mom sez that would be "impolitic". geez; efurrything is politics these days. she sez it'll stop after tomorrow. *sigh*)

why are we doing this, you ask? click here and think about it. like we said, peace is the only thing that will let efurry kitty live nine lives of comfort, safety, warmth, and contentment, with plenty of food and clean water. and if that's what kitties should have, isn't it just what efurryone else should have, too?

this is close as we can come to meezer monday

here is our balinese cousin, charlie fluffytail. he is a Cat-Who-Came-Before, and was furry dear to mom. his cat mama & daddy had fancy "papers", but his little ribs weren't formed right, and the breeder wasn't gonna let him be a kitty anymore. well, daddy heard that and was sad, 'cause he knew mom had seen him & his litter and loved him dreffully, even though he walked with a waddle like charlie chaplin. so dad gots the breeder to sell him anyway if dad promised they would nefur try to "show" him, and bringed him home for a birfday present for mom. an' know what? after a year, his ribs was just as right as any kitty's. so good thing dad bought him and let him go on bein' a kitty! only nels 'members him, but he sez he was a quiet cuddler wif furs like silk, and he was a Good Kitty to effuryone, cat & bean.

tara the canadian kitty

if (like us) you've been wonderin' where new little tara's blog has gone, it's HERE. she's charlie & pandora's "cousin"!

hey, guys?

we's doin' blanket-duty on mom in the several places she hurts from cuttin' wood yesterday. she isn't hurt-hurt, just stiff and sore (acause she's old, she sez), an' pretty cranky. we's thinkin' of yas all, and has a picture ready to post for monday, so we'll see you then.

an' it ain't hurtin' us any to rest up after yesterday's party, either--we was quiet, but WE HAD FUN!!! thanks again, smeagol, strider, gizmo & mystery and beans--you threw a rockin' party for all of us, from mini-moes (who are now pretty clean, thanks to fat eric) all the way up to beans (who just watched from corners and almost bursted with love at seeing so many nice kitties together)!

many happy purrs from
nels, ed, nitro, & xing lu

so THAT'S what it looks like . . .

wordless widebody wednesday!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN, Y'ALL!

(and don't neglect Part Deux of the Prize Package Opening, below!)

Prize Box Video - Part Deux

we wants to point out that nels is not really a meany-cat. it's just that he so seldom does anything but eat, sleep, and potty that when he showed up for the opening, we couldn't resist "embroidering" a little . . .

Prize Box Video - Part I

ok, here's the first part of the fun!!

leaf stew!!

 this is cocoa's water dish outdoors--it was clean, new water this morning! the day turned grey, cloudy, & cool, and the wind blew and blew!! not all our pretty trees are pretty anymore. *sigh* 

nope; not yet

no video yet, that is. in the mean time, here's a picture of a sleep shirt that mom's bean sisfur sent her. we think it ROCKS, 'cause we all cuddle and watch the bean tv program with mom & dad. we wishes there was one for us, starring THESE babes!! way to go, aunty marilyn!!

colors

mom's workin' on the prize package video, so in the meantime we're gonna show how pretty it is here--even this late in the year--now that the dadgum rain has stopped.

here's leafs in our oak













an' here's our oak tree up at the top












an' this is our oak (right) an' maple (center) tree tops (an' some other skanky bush on the left side of the street that mom couldn't get rid of)






an' here's the new maple mom & dad bought at a nursery today (an' no, that's not dad, that's the tree nurse).

wound up like an 8-day clock . . .

nitro sez:

my prize package from skeezy's contest came today an' mom let me open it an' effurything inside smelled like primo nip so all the ofur cats came running to see what smelled so good and so mom put me inna bean litterbox room wif her so she could take mooveys of me while i opened it all an' i did an' she did an' it all smelled so good i rolled in efurrything an' rassled the nip-bag around a lot an' then discovered there was fev-ver butt mousies an' i losted all interest in efurrything else (but i still kept lookin' at the pink fev-ver boa an' tryin' to decide whether or not to go back to it) and tost 'em an' bunny-kicked 'em an' hockeyed 'em all around the little room until her camera filled up so she went an' downloaded an' came back an' put some more of the stuff out for the ofur kitties an' took some more mooveys (which she won't have ready to put on our site until prolly monday) while we rolled an' hissed an' kicked the toys an' then we got mad when she put the nip out of reach for a while 'cause we was gettin' sillier an' sillier so we hadda just play wif the toys an' then dad came home an' played wif us anna toys an' made mom promise that we could go to "Nipstock" later tonight an' even though we don't know what nipstock is, we can do it--i'm just sure of it--if it involves even a little bit of nip!!!!

i'm gonna take a nap n . . . .

nitro's costume secrets revealed!

mom sez:

taking the picture of nitro in his halloween costume wasn't all beer & skittles. the shirt is a size 3mo-6mo from the thrift shop, and i sewed the bling around the neck from my jewelry parts stash. getting him into it was like dressing a recalcitrant baby, but i was encouraged that he didn't freak out during a coupla shirt-wearing dry runs.

however, came the photo shoot, getting that HAT to stay on was a whole nuther story. first i stuffed it with tissue paper, and the crackling of it was so alluring to him that he kept trying to see up into the hat. then i tried stuffing it with bubble wrap, but that was heavier than the tissues, and he didn't like it. i knew i shoulda stuck with the tissue, but we shot with the bubbles. if only i had been smart enough to stiffen the crown with white glue (which is how he got those perky ears) and then glued it to his head!

and here's the story of the "proud meezer posture" several kitties commented on: when we got him all dressed, he suddenly developed an advanced case of jello-bones--would NOT stand or even sit on dad's lap, just collapsed into a puddle of nitrobutter. so we ended up setting him on the kitchen table with dad behind him. dad started out by holding him up by the collar. that pulled the bling into his fur and outta sight, so i told him to grab him by the scruff. he did, and that worked best, but the poor kitty looks like he's had two too many face-lifts.

after the costume came off, he did come seek me out, so he didn't hold a grudge. what a Good Kitty! i wonder how he'll like playing Santy Claws . . .

we highly recommend . . .

today's "Two Lumps" cartoon. if you're not already a fan, you could start now!

(not quite) wordless wednesday

ok, it's a woofie, not a kitty, but mom asked if she could pick the picture, and we let her. she's been thinkin' a lot about him lately: this is thor, The-Dog-That-Was, and the most good-natured woofie that ever was, too. xing doesn't 'member him, but the rest of us do, and he was a Good Dog.

ok, it's not wordless, either, but we figgered we'd better 'splain so nokitty thought one of us had turned coat, or been eaten!

an' this wasn't halloween, either. the Boy just felt like doing it, and thor was happy to go along with him. like we said, a Good Dog.

tummy tuesday - edmund

here, in all his fluffitude, is the one, the only,
Sir Edmund Percival Hillary, Earl of Pierce: