AVAST, ME HEARTIES!

arrrrrrrrrr! all ye swabs an' swabbettes--be warrrrrrrned! wednesday next, th' 19th o'septemberrrrr, be "talk like a pirate day!" fer the hoomin beans.

sez i: by gum, we kitties should haf our OWN celebration!

i does therefore declarrrrre next wednesday ter be "MEOW LIKE A PIRATE" day.

• post yer pictures in yer pirate costumes (photoshopped or real) on yer bloggies!
  
• meow yer bloggifyin' that day in pirate meows!! here be a translator to help ye brush up on yer lingo.
  
• be postin' interestin' information 'bout deeds piratical, real or not-so!
• go here er here er here an' be dubbed wif yer pirate name! ye'll feel yer feral genes astirrrrrrin'!
• put together a temptation-raidin' parrrrrty, an' don't fergit to have a lookout, lest ye be caught an' keelhauled!! an' remember, ye've a right to parrrrrlay if yer caught--an' don't let yer ma say that only works if she's a pirate!!! show her yer hooks an' tell her ye ain't no sea-lawyer!
  
• show us yer booty!! (from the raid, ye swab!)
• we 'spects to see ye an' yer bloggies ship-shape an' bristol fashion on the 19th, so look to sharpenin' yer weapons an' plannin' yer brave deeds! there's tuna-juice aplenty fer them what sails wif me that day!

yarrrrrrrr!

cap'n nelson the cranky

weird wednesday

here is a furry odd machine that mom and dad saw in the wallyworld parking lot. dad said the tractor seat would hafta have a lot more padding than that for him to ride it! the back end is made from a kinda machine called a veedoubleu, an' its rear bumper is a curved tree! mom took a picture but was in a hurry, so it's blurry an' you'll just hafta imagine. you kin see somma the same wood if you biggify the picture--it's in fronta the pedals an' behind the passenger seat. (an' you kin see dad waitin' patiently in our big maroon machine while mom takes the picture. he's good that way, waitin' for mom to do her camera thing. he hadda drive around twice before he could find a parking spot close by.)

tabbie tuesday

i am furry proud of myself. i found a safe place to hide from the brown woofie and nitro while they chase each other through the house. i can see efurrywhere they go, but they haven't found me yet. i thought this was a clever spot, yet My Mommy found me almost right away! how do mommies DO that?!

yesterday, the brown woofie was my friend, though. nitro was waiting to bushwhack me: he was in front of the chair i was hiding behind, an' he had his butt all up inna air, waggling it like he was gonna charge. an' the woofie ran ofur an' chased him away! when she came back, i went ofur an' sleeked on her to thank her. so she slurped me; it took me a LOOOOONNNNNGGGGG time to unruffle my furs, but i wasn't mad.

peeyes: there reason there is a place for me to get into the hidey-hole is acause the brown woofie's tail mashed the clear stuff to smithereens when she was tail-wagging acause daddy had come home!

monorail mancat monday!

a light in silence for our furriends . . .

we 'members oscar

i 'members him 'cause i nefur heard of a puppycat before, an' he looked just like what i thought a perfect puppycat should look.
--xingxing

i 'members him 'cause he was a happy kitty an' allus had good stuff to say to effuryone!
--edmund

i remember him because he was loving and giving, adopting cat-children, and making them feel special.
--nelson

i 'members him acause he looked just like me, an' us gorgeous gingers stick togefur like brofurs.
--nitro

we'll all miss him so much. we're glad we had the chance to know him. we knows we'll meet him someday, an' that'll be great! party on, li'l buddy!!

halp! i'm being hatched!!

tabbies: comfy is as comfy does!

whoop whoop whoop!!!!

we are furry proud of our edmund, who won a prize in monty q's contest!
thanks to efurryone who entered, an' special thanks to monty & his mombean!!

he thanks you with his laser eyes!!

purrs for anastasia . . .

oh, blessed ones, please return our anastasia to us!!!
we purrrays for her safe return wif faith an' love!!

NEW VISHUS DEER ALERT!!

OH, WOE, WOE, WOE!!!
BEWARE, you sea-side and lake-side kitties!! not only can the vishus deer creep up on you from the underbrush, they can sneak up through the waves, where you would least expect it!!! who knew they could swim???this brave but foolhardy fisherman barely escaped being eaten while on his own boat. he caught the vishus deer swimming sneakily up to raid his boat for tender yung joosy cats!!maybe he whapped it onna head wif an oar an' drug it aboard. we dunno WHY he wanted it in his boat. later on (we figger it got to threatening him), he put it back onna beach nearby. obviously, he doesn't haf any kitties at home, or he woulda left it inna lake!

thieving thursday

tabby snoozeday tuesday

furry furriend friday

here's a kitty who has a nomss, and is a TRUE friend!!

furrsday furrteen

things our mom does to drive us crazy:

1. sheds her long, curly head furs all ofurr our soft, catfur-padded resting places. it tangles our lovely short fluff into wads that roll efurrywhere, an' then she yells at US for shedding when she sees 'em.
   
2. makes "fffft fffft fffft" sounds to scare us into thinking the squirt bottle is nearby (an' it works--that's the embarrassing part).
   
3. holds our heads in wrasslin' grips an' picks eye-boogers outta our eyes. if we wanted 'em gone, we'd wipe 'em ourselfs. we has paws, after all.
   
4. feeds the woofies first, when it's obviously US who are just skin and bones.
5. laughs at us when we make fox paws when we jumps--at least she thinks they are fox paws. we MEANT to do that.
6. won't share even the least little bit of her peanut butter sammich at her breakfast time during the workdays, although we are pitifully thin and weak, since it's been two naps since dad fed us.
   
7. remembers efurry little thing we do wrong ("dammit, cat, is yer face in those cheetos again? git outta there!"), and nefurr even mentions all the times we could have eaten the cheetos but didn't. mostly because they keep them in the cupboard, but still . . .
8. makes us share her lap. absolutely unacceptable. I'M the king of the lap *no, I AM* *whatyoutalkingabout? I AM!* *you boys are just silly. efurrybody knows I am the QUEEN of laps!* (. . . long, noisy, acrimonious discussion ensues . . . issue is tabled due to heavy schpritzing by mom.)
   
9. says that every man jack of us is going to the pound if she finds one more unauthorized pee spot. well, she won't authorize any of the ones we want! what are we supposed to do in the face of uncooperativeness like that? right; so we do it.
   
10. turns a blind eye and a deaf ear to our pleas for snacks when she's home at lunchtime. that leaves one eye that sees and one ear that hears, and she STILL doesn't unnerstand, an' won't make wif the treats!
11. goes back to sleep on weekends after getting up to feed us so dad can get a little extra sleep--doesn't she realize that there are post-prandial obligations, like petting and skritching and refilling of water bowls and dangling of toys? dad has not taught her furry well.
    
12. keeps on nipping our claws off just when they get to that perfect razor-sharpness. so what if they snag her clothes? we could be shredding her skin with them, but no; she doesn't think of that.
    
13. thinks that newspapers are something she should be "reading", when they are clearly meant for lolling on by cats. sometimes she even spreads them ofurr us! we puts the bitey on 'em until she gets the message!
    

wordless wednesday

does anycat want some fur extensions?

we gots enough fluff here (not the greyish-green stuff--that's just plain ol' grass . . .) from xena's last brushing to make a sphynx into a persian!! we've included mom's size 7 1/2 shoe for some perspective.

sometimes you feel like a rub . . .

sometimes you don't!*MOOOOOOOOMMMMMM! QWEEEE-YUT!!!*

the vultures are circling . . .

it's TREAT time!!

(almost) wordless wednesday

for those of you who wondered . . . it is a trash can, but it isn't trash. it's the woofies' food; the beans buy 50# bags, slit them open, an' put bag an' all in the can. the lid was sposed to inhibit sampling, but nitro figgered out on the second day how to pop the lid, so it usually has one of those stretchy cords with hooks holding it down.