more saturday . . . STILL nuffin'

ed's been on the DKM snuggle we winned for guessing san antonio in a "where in the world is DKM" contest a while back. it had acshul stalks of catnip rolled up in it, an' you know ed an' nip!
he hasn't moved off it for almost a week except to eat, drink, or go pee. when his sweetie, midnight teleported ofurr to visit, they dragged it into the laundry room an' put it onna fresh, hot laundry inna basket to cuddle in. boy, he knows howta treat his woman-cat right!

an' mom hadda good time last evening wif her friend, miss ginger. *smirkety-smirk-smirk!* in this picture, they'd already made away wif the mead, an' were tryin' to soak it up wif pizza!

REALLY slow saturday

just hangin' around, waitin' for somethin' to happen!

folded feline friday

13 things mom does that we wanna do

1. go outside inna grass whenefur she wants to
   
2. open the frijamerator door
3. eat onions an' garlic an' chocolate (she eats lots of 'em, so they must be good!)
4. go to a doctorbean who DOESN'T stick a thermometer you-know-where
5. sleep inna big soft bed inna nap pile wif dad
   
6. play wif little pieces of glass or metals wif holes in 'em--she squirts us if we hockey 'em around, but we can't resist! they roll so good!
   
7. play wif little pieces of colorful squooshy stuff like almost dry mud--she hollers, "dammit, don't eat that clay!!!!"--what!?! we was just tastin'.
8. type fast--it's that opposable thumb thing
   
9. send the woofies outside whenefur she wants to
10. make the woofies go. lay. DOWN.
11. make the cool blowers blow cooler when it's hot weather
    
12. pop the top on the treats bucket--again with the opposable thumb thing
13. sleep sitting up. oh, wait. we taught her that one . . . ummmmmmm, oh yeah: use toilet paper
    

thursday 13 - nitro's rules

1. if it's cat food, it's mine.
2. if it's people food, it's mine.
   
3. if it's food in your mouth, it's mine, and i want it back.
4. if it's food that's already been processed and hurled back, it's STILL mine, no matter who hurled it. well, maybe not woofies.
5. if it's food that's already been processed and hurled back with a hairball, it might be mine, it might be yours. depends on how much hair.
   
6. if it's food that's already been processed and gone all the way through, it's yours.
7. if i'm sleeping, leave me alone.
   
8. if you're sleeping, wake up and make me a comfy spot to sleep. on you.
   
9. if you're sleeping and i'm sleeping on you, don't move.
   
10. if you're resting comfortably, see #8, starting with "and make me a comfy. . . "
    
11. if you're awake but your legs are sleeping, and i'm sleeping on them, don't move.
    
12. if you're awake and i'm sleeping on you, but you have to go pee or whatever, so what? don't move.
    
13. if you're awake and i'm awake, go get me some food!
    

wordless wednesday

torcher tuesday!!!!!

warning! may be too intense for some kitties!
'member we told you our mom & dad went to a pond on saturday? well, dad musta done something worse than mom did when she hadda squirt herself in the head!! they . . . oh, it's TOO turrible! . . . they . . . DRUG . . . HIM . . . THROUGH . . . WATER!!!!! . . . LOTSA water! for hours! an' hours!! it was dredful!! at times, he even seems to be laughing, but that's just proof that his mind became unhinged under torcher!!
the beans who met them at the big pond were people dad works with. we haf heard about THEM before, but nefurr anything this heinous. he was furry, furry quiet when they came home, an' movin' real slow. then he went to bed really early, before the sun was all dark.

an' ya know what? he WENT BACK TO WORK the next morning. we figger his brain got waterlogged an' he din't know any better. we pleaded wif him to stay home, but he jus' told us we'd already gotten our breakfast an' weren't gonna get any more. poor dad; he's just a sponge wif legs now. *sob* *whimper*

mystery monday

whose furs are these?

***well, hockey-darn. we thought this would be difficult. youse guys are too perceptive. mom thought because SHE couldn't guess, no one else would. we will put our thinking caps on an' come up wif a REAL mystery photo, by gum.***

sleepy sunday

it's been a sleepy day here at chez pierce. we 'nipped ourselfs into oblivion yesterday while the woofies were outside an' mom & dad were at the big pond. they all had a good time. we even has a moovey of the action at the pond for another day. but this is pretty much what we look like today:

breakfast with the meowers

we ALL got bits of buttered toast. it was yummy!

an' then mom an' dad went to a big pond with the floating machine tied on behind dad's maroon machine. they're gonna be gone all day, an' they the LEFT THE WOOFIES OUTSIDE!

they don't let us haf furriends ofurr when they're gone, but we're gonna PAR-TAY! amongst ourselfs!! we gots lotsa nip an' fev-ver toys an' we're gonna enjoy 'em to the fullest wifout worryin' whether cocoa or xena will eat them!! hope all you kitties has a great day!!

kittyup, you cayuse!

this is our bean furriend miss tesse's li'l cowboy, gabriel, an' his faithful, patient steed lucius. you will notice that gabe is furry fashun conscious--he an' his horsie has matching furs!

(veiled) threat thursday

back on mancat monday, my best frend, skeezix, asked if i'd gotten any action yet. yup, i had. right after mom snapped that picture, i heard an outside kitty jump up on the barbecue grill. the grill sits on the hard floor outside where the green machine lives, next to the window behind my dad's head when he sits in "his" chair.

always ready to rush into action, i took the shortest path between two points (floor to window). i learned some new words for the "don't say" list. it's not MY fault his head makes such a good springboard!

right after mom put the camera down--frustrated 'cause i couldn't maul, er, greet the outside kitty--i lashed my tail an' it smacked dad upside the head all the way to his nose. so he grabbed it . . . an' PUT THE BITEY ON IT! then HE learned some KITTY-words that are on the "don't say" list!! dang--i only put the tiniest of holes in his head, an' he fought back wif a whole mouthfulla teeth. not fair! they keep their bedroom door closed, so i couldn't even poop on his pillow! that's ok; you know what khan said about revenge. *kitty-smirk*

(meower mom sez: no cats were harmed in the episode described above. they only think they were.)

dona nobis pacem

ABOU BEN ADHEM
Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight of his room,
Making it rich and like a lily in bloom,
An Angel writing in a book of gold:--
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the Presence in the room he said,
"What writest thou?" The Vision raised its head,
Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."
"And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,"
Replied the Angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerly still; and said, "I pray thee, then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow men."
The Angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again, with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blessed,
And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.
this pome was written in the 1800s by Mr. Leigh Hunt. to 'splain it to us, first mom said that not efurryone believes in a g*d like mr. hunt did. but those who do, believe that g*d is love. an' most of those who don't believe in g*d believe in love, so it seems to our little kitty-brains that it comes to the same thing. an' love is a pretty good thing to have!

so that makes us think that if we would share that love wif efurryone on earth, then we would be blessed wif peace, 'cause those who love each ofurr unnerstand each ofurr, mostly. an' when we unnerstand each ofurr, we don't get mad at each ofurr or hurt each ofurr.

an' we know this won't work completely until efurryone loves efurryone that they don't already love--cats 'n' woofies 'n' beans 'n' all living things--even the ones we think are unloveable. so we're gonna start lovin' efurryone more.

if YOU, dear reader, do that, too, and pass it on to ofurrs, we'll have a pretty good start on PEACE ON EARTH!!

we send you love and kitty kisses!!! --the meowers

xing's tummy/toesie tuesday

we keeps tellin' ya she's shy--lookit! she's even fig-leafin' her tummy!
an' check out those fuzzy snowboots!

mancat monday!

nitro's on the lookout for danger an' ready for action!

peaceful sunday

you prolly know (unless you've been napping constantly since a couple of weeks ago) that wednesday, june 6 is peace globe day. if you have been napping, go see miss mimi or our furry own skeezix for specific instructions on how to create an' display your own peace globe.

heck, you can make a dozen, if ya want. just send the finished product to miss mimi, so she can put in the gallery, an' remember to put yours in a post on the 6th an' call that post "dona nobis pacem". you kin blog about it if you want, or just let your artistry speak with silent eloquence.

even the woofies are getting in on the act. forest dogs haf sent their contribution in. they seem like pretty nice woofies who play tag an' chase just like kitties do! you should check out the videos on their bloggie--they haf a wonderful forest to run an' play in.

quiet caturday

nels naps
ed meditates
ed studies the camera strap
the ofurr two were not to be found! napping privately, probly.

wide-eyed, widebody ed . . .

or, as he is also known, jabba the catmom's on that "for heaven's sake, earn your keep" kick again, so ed got a job as a doorstop. he likes it pretty well, since he can even sleep while he works!

oh, good gawrsh!

yesterday morning:pretty darn crowded, an' furry noisy at feeding time.
this morning:only one left, an' he jumped ship an' flew to the yucca plant across the empty lot (we saw him from the living room window!!) when mom pulled the green machine outta the parking place. we hopes the li'l fev-ver machines is all ok!!! our mom an' dad din't find any evvydence of dirty work, so we hopes the mom & dad fev-vers has them stashed safely somewhere not far away!! YAY, BIRDIES!!

toesie tuesday!

notice how big ed's front toezes look, compared to the hind ones? it's almost like he's wearing boxing gloves!