caturday

we's tunin' up our lazer eyes in case any vishus deers saunter by!
(nitro was busy bein' washed by cocoa, so he missed practice. we gave him detention an' he hasta practice twice tomorrow!)

how i gots my name - xingxing

henry helton tagged us for this meme - thanks, henry!

Xing Lu Pierce: one cold febuary day, My Daddy an' My Grandaddy were driving in the big red machine to take some tree arms to the place where the city of springfield lets beans leave wood an' leafs. out in the wild somewhere where there were no houses, only open spaces wif fences, they saw something blue at the edge of the road. when they got closer, they saw it was a zip-up bag that cold drinks rest in, an' it looked furry new. so My Daddy stopped an' grabbed the handle an' swung it up into the big box on the back of the machine where the sticks were. he thought maybe it would be good to take along on the trips where he goes to visit fishes.

after they pulled out alla sticks from the box at the wood an' leaf place, he thought maybe he oughta see why the bag seemed a little heavy. so he unzipped it, an' out popped my little head! he unzipped some more, an' i leaped into his arms an' hid my head unner his arm. i was furry scared an' he hugged me tight (which i like) an' 'tected me. My Daddy is my hero!! i don't 'member how i got where he found me, an' i don't 'member much before that time. it seems i has been here always.

when he got back to town, i met My Mommy. she an' My Daddy were big fans of a story called firefly on the living room picture box . so she named me xing lu, which somebody told her means "fortunate jade" in chinese bean language. i was certainly furry fortunate, an' my eyes is as green as the pretty stone called jade.

i love My Mommy and My Daddy, an' ofurr beans, too--all ofurr beans. even the woofies. but oh, gosh, i wish those boycats would stay on the desert island where we went on the pirate cruise! My Mommy thinks i maybe nefur saw ofurr cats before i came to them, only beans an' woofies who were nice. could be, but you can't prove it by me! ;-)

wordless wednesday

how i gots my name - nitro

henry helton tagged us for this meme - thanks, henry!

Nitro S Pierce: when the beanboy's girlfriend's mom found me by the gas station dumpster one cold november day, i nefurr dreamed i would end up in such a nice place like i am now. i din't even know what a "nice place" was. it was rainy an' i was pretty wretched, so i din't kick or bite when she picked me up. she thought i would be a nice friend for her woofie, but it didn't turn out that way! he hated me on sight, an' the feelin' was mutual!!

so she gave me to the beangirl (who lived with the beanboy). they each had a kitty, an' i was pretty feisty an' the ofurr kitties was furry cowardy. finally, the youngbeans couldn't take the constant ruckus of me beatin' up on the kitties anymore, so i came to live with mom and dad. not all the kitties here are wild about me either, 'cause they just can't keep up with me!!! but mom an' dad didn't give up on me, an' i am home furefurr now!! i am daddy's special boy!

the boy & girl had been calling me "little red", but mom allowed as how that just wasn't a fit name for a kitty who had as much purrrsonality as i do. so dad named me for his (orangey-red) "Nitro" bass boat, which has a lotta zip an' pep like me. it smells of yummy fishes, but he won't efurr take me along to meet them in purrrson!

mom gave me my middle initial, "S-with-no-period-just-like-harry-truman", an' she says in my case, it stands for "stubborn". i prefer to think of myself as dedicated to a cause. usually, the cause is getting into something i shouldn't, but that comes wif my firey personality. i knows no fear, not even the jaws of the cocoa-woof!

an' i tack on the "pierce" part myownself, 'cause i'm glad i'm part of the fambly! (besides, the name sounds unbalanced wifout a last name!)

. . . . xingxing's name story will happen on thursday, after a brief interruption for Wordless Wednesday!

how i gots my name - ed

henry helton tagged us for this meme--thanks, henry!

(Sir) Edmund Percival Hillary: i was one of six little kitties born to a slick black kittymama (i don't remember her people-given name, but i have always thought of her as "food/smell/good/warm"). my kittydaddy was probably the fluffy grey travelin' man that used to hang around with her. when kittymama was round as a punkin an' we were ready to make our way into the world, nice beans (a man and lady my mom worked with) let her come in the house so we could be born safely. they found nice homes for us. they gave us names for while we lived there, and i was called "piglet"; i had a sibling called "cow" who was marked like me but had short furs instead of long.

the day i was born was my (bean) mom's birthday, so i was very tickled to go home wif her. she waited a long eight weeks before taking me to my furefurr home, so i musta been worth waitin' for! there were lotsa big grown-up kitties at my new home, an' i was scared 'cause i was still furry little. to stay as far away from them as i could, i allus climbed up to the highest place i could get, which lotsa times was mom's head. she figgered that like the brave bean mountain climber, i climbed "'cause it was there," an' that's how i gots my name an' came to live here.

peeyes: sometimes i has what the ofurr kitties call delusions, an' think an' act like a knight in armour, like the kind that's called "sir". i don't consider them delusions; i prefer to think i'm channelling a brave an' chivalrous bean of olden times. mom's allus readin' that kind of story, an' has friends who dress up like lords an' ladies, so chivalry has allus been part of my world. the ofurr kitties tease, but mom thinks that it is nice to be a little politer an' gallant sometimes (although it was lots of fun being a pirate for a while)!

how i gots my name - nelson

henry helton tagged us wif this meme--thanks, henry!! we're gonna do this one cat/one day at a time, serial-style, 'cause we're also gonna tell about how we got to our furefurr home, too.

Nelson John LaPurr: in the early summer, long years ago, my dad worked for a plumbing supply company named "WinnNelson". my brofur (or sisfur, i can't remember which) and i used to haunt their warehouse. one day, my sibling didn't come wif me, an' i got caught in a big cage. i don't know what happened to my sib, but a nice manbean (who was my dad, but i didn't know it yet) let me stay in his office with him. he started calling me nelson, 'cause he figgered my sib musta been "Winn", and that left me to be "Nelson".

he got me a potty box, fed me, an' let me out to chase mouses in the warehouse. that was ALL RIGHT--i got fed treats and skritched and played with, an' a warm, safe place to sleep--all for doing what i had been doing for free! sometimes i stayed in his office and helped him with his calculator work. sometimes i did his paperwork or arranged his desk.

and efurry five darktimes, i rode on the dashboard of his big blue truck to another place where there were other kitties an' a ladybean an' a boybean. we would stay there for two suntimes, and then go back to the warehouse on the next suntime. the other kitties were pretty nice, but all of them have gone to the bridge since then. i've had to get used to many, many others in my time. and woofies, too. all in all, a pretty ok bunch!

when the cold days came, i was very glad to be sleeping in the warehouse or his office! on a chilly late five-day, i was asleep on top of the little building (inside of which his office was) out in the warehouse, and didn't come when he called to go to the other place. he went without me, and when the ladybean who is now my mom found out, she made him drive all the way back across town to look for me. she cried all the way, and even more as they got near the warehouse 'cause she was afraid she'd see me squashed somewhere at the roadside.

when they came in the front door and went out into the warehouse, dad rolled up the big door to the outside and began calling me. *THUMP* *THUD* i jumped down onto a big box and then to the floor, and meowed. i thought his head hairs (he had more of them, back then) would stand straight up, he was so surprised! the lady picked me up and cried on me, and we went home--for such it became, then. i nefurr went back to the warehouse, 'cause the lady said she couldn't go through such torment again! and so here i am, still. it's a pretty good deal--warm or cool at need, the right food and water, my own corners to nap in, some nip now and then. i wouldn't trade it for a warehouse full of mouses.

oh, yes. the rest of my name? his boss was "John LaPour".

interesting things about us

first off, we wants to thank all the furries an' beans who took part in "meow like a pirate day". it was awesome to see so much enthusiasm, inventiveness, an' good cheer in the blogosphere. we all did ourselves, our famblies, an' the furries-what-came-before proud!!

we hasn't made it to all the bloggies listed yet, but we will--we loves you guys!!!!!!!!!

we got tagged for this meme by our buddies, sammy an' miles of meezer tails--thanks, guys!! we's gonna do a TT for this--3 for each of us, an' one for mom!

The guidelines for this tag:

1. Link to your tagger and post these rules
2. Write some facts about yourself: some random, some weird, some just plain fun.
3. Tag 7 people at the end of your post and list their names (linking to them)
4. Let those 7 people know they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment at their blogs.

The challenge is to keep it interesting without making the reader think “Um, too much information…”

1. xingxing has no upper left fang, an' has a red spot on the iris of her left eye.
   
2. ed wants to have his own suit of armour. "just to look at", he says;-)
   
3. nitro has been threatened with having his hide tacked to the barn door more than once. (can't fink why . . .)
   
4. nelson does not sit alla way on beans' laps--after much coaxing, he will park his hindquarters an' lean ofur to rest his forearms on the arm of the chair an' grip it tightly wif his claws.
   
5. xingy likes to be held furry close inna beans' arms--almost squishy-close!
6. ed wishes he could squeeze in a few more naps between sleeps, but keeps being bothered by those darn beans wif the flashy-box.
7. nitro's favorite daydream is being set loose in a delicatessen that is overrun by mouses.
8. nels has a "double undercoat" that is like two sets of underwears--two different kinds of furs, an' then a "topcoat"!
9. xingxing likes to sneak dainty slurps of mom's coffee ('cause it has creamer & sugar).
   
10. ed pays absolutely no attention to the living room picture box.
    
11. nels LOVES the living room picture box, an' will watch for a long, long time--even reg'lar bean programs.
12. nitro has gotten little squares imprinted on his nose from tryin' to chase the outside kitties through the screen!
13. mom din't haf no claws on her littlest hind toes when she was borned, but they showed up later.

Now we tags the lovely miss midnight, little kc, pretty missyblueeyes, an' baby isis from the wren's nest! An' anyone else who wants ta play!!

DO YE SAIL WIF US TODAY?

arrrr, lads 'n' lasses!! pay heed t'me this day, an' we'll sail fine an' true. now, climb aboarrrr the good ship "cat o' nine tails" an' let's be off for our anchorage! just be rememberin' that there be no poopin' onna poop deck. there be litter boxes below fer ye comfort.

i be yer cap'n, nelson the cranky. beware, lest ye earn yerself a keel-haulin'. the surest way to that be touchin' o' me hindquarters, so keep yer distance from me coattails!!

sailin' wif us today be first mate chow yung fatcat, an' our second mate, nitro the nasty!














our ship's company made a wee visit last night to a small port town, an' came away wif some superb booty. resident femmecat fatale, xing the slice, kep' the populace at bay, errrrr . . . amused till we could take on our carrrrrgo. an' when we left, we threw a little barrrrbeque for them to remember us by. yarrrrrr.





now as we be underrrrr sail on the way to our snug harborrrr, we points out to ye that not all denizens o'the sea be tasty snacks.


some be eye candy, what be things o'beauty, like, but not edible. (although there be some what claims they "has a flavor" . . .)


these seagoing beauties be knowed as "sireeeens", an' they sings beautymous music, but ye must not harken!!!! we finks we did hear her song what lures brave cats to their doom: "skeeeeeeeeeezzzzzzy! skeeeeeeeeezzzzzzzzyyyy". yarrrr. that's what it sounded like ter us. we put on more sail, an' made way up the coast!

ahoy! thar be our cove!! fear not, me bravos an' bravettes--there be dories aplenty to be bringin' ye ashore. not a whisker will be dampened, i swear it by davy jones!!

(by the bye . . . . there be no poopin' on the beach, neither. ye'll be findin' plenty o' comfort stations in the underbrush.)

an' should ye be in need ov a nap an' want no sand in yer fur, there be plenty o' these comfy beds scattered 'round in shade an' sun.






an' fer the fillin' o' yer tummies, we recommends these fine vittles what we liberated from that wee port last night (along wif the servin' staff). there be hammm, there be chicken, there be chicken o' the sea! there be hammmm! there be lobster, there be gravlax, there be green leafs an' orange-color sticks fer the buns an' ratties, there be fruits an' veggies o' all description. oh, an' beforrrrr i fergets, an' there be hammmmmmmmmm!!!!!!! yarrrrrr. *slurp*




we'll also be broachin' of the varrrrrious containers o' liquid refreshment, an' there be copious fresh water springs a little ways inland. (we does NOT recommend the ocean waters, should ye be brave enough to lave yer toezies in the surf--be goin' an' washin' yer feets in one o' the springs--the salt'll leave ye parched if ye bathes it away on yer own.) there be many, many kegs o' tuna water, as i promised ye, an' there be niptinis an' jugs o' catmint rrrrrrrrum an' catnip mead for ye as imbibes spirits!

when the sun sets, we'll be sharin' out the booty from that little port -- arrrrr, first mate fatcat! what were the name o' that scurvy shanty town? arrrrr, yairs--that were it---dogville. strange how they come to be havin' such delightsome treats as be fit fer kitties. perhaps they were ready to mount an offensive on the nearby island of cattania, an' we relieved 'em o' the bait they'd use to lure the kitties out into the open!

why, yarrrr. that be it! we done a sarvis for our bretheren an' sisteren of cattania. i be minded to let 'em know, an' be collectin' a rewarrrrrd, i be! we sails tomorrow for meowville, the capital of cattania! make a note o' that, fatcat. should i be somewhat foggy w' the drink on the morrow, i task ye with bringin' our destination to me attention, after a respectful silence. an' in a quiet voice, mind ye!!

inna meantime, me hearties, let's us go an' make free w' the booty from the many chests we collected. here be an example o' the least of 'em. there be yummies an' toys o' all kinds, an' they be ours . . . all ours! let us enjoy 'em in good health!!

when ye be partied out, hail yerself a dory an' return t' our good ship cat o' nine tails. we'll be makin' a last sweep fer sleepin' kitties at eight bells o' the first watch (that be midnight, for ye lubbers), an' ferryin' the bodies to the ship, for we sails at first light. fatcat! where be we bound, again? arrrrr, cattania, that be it. thank'ee.

i takes good care o' them what sails wif me. it's allus calm seas an' fair weather when cap'n nels be at the helm. our ship's fair company hopes ye enjoys yer day an' puts the recent troubles outta yer minds fer a while. we be prrrroud to call ye our mates!

do ye remember??

sir edmund sez: all ye hearty boycats 'n' comely lasscats, be ready to hoist a tankard an' sail wif the meowers on wednesday!!

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!