purrs & purrrayers, please!!

mom works wif a furry nice man whose first granbaby came early a few weeks ago. the new li'l feller's name is flynn roberts. he stopped breathin' a few times inna hospital, so he hadda stay extra-long, an' when he finally went home, he hadda wear a monitor. a few days ago, he an' momma an' daddy (who both just got jobbies) has moved about 45 minutes away from our town. today the hospital called them to say that the person who had read the results of a spinal tap done while he was still inna hospital had "missed" a few things in it, and they needed to bring him back--right away! the hospital said it would pay for their gas, lodging, an' any hospital expenses. we finks it sounds furry serious; could efurrycat an' bean please purr an' purrray for li'l flynn roberts an' his fambly? we fanks you frum the bottom of our hearts!

get yer sunglasses!!

mom & dad & boy & his girl went onna float trip last weekend. they took the dambrowndog wif 'em, an' we'll show you pictures of that later inna week. but now, we introduce miss leslie: the only human inna world wif whiter legs than mr tasty face!

mancat monday - edmund

ed plays a game of kitty-pelmanism:
he was especially entranced by card wif the swimming fishy on it, but he nefur caught him;-)

Kisses to you, little one . . .

May perpetual Light shine upon you,
as the light of your presence shone upon us.

farewell, little sprout

May you know eternal peace, sweet innocent Violette. The boundless love
of those in heaven and on earth will be with you always.

yer better off wif a kitty . . .

instead of a .44 magnum!!

a splanation for billy

we noticed that when li'l billy sweetfeets gingersnap commented on "naughty, naughty mencats", he wanted to know if there was somefing wrong wif wantin' to eat all the foods.

well, yes, li'l furriend, in our case there is. our brofur nels is a geezer, an' that means he's furry old an' creakey in his bones, an' he has a prollem wif his heart. he hasta eat special foods that has extra vitymans an' stuff that geezers need to keep onna right side of dirt. they also makes him pee a lot, although we've nefur figgered out what peein' hasta do wif blood pumpin'! so if the foods you is steelin' borrowin' from a kitty has a differnt flavor from your foods, you should make sure that it's not something that is wrong fur you.

although his foods wouldn't hurt us unless we eated them alla time, mom sez we pees quite enough, thankyoufurrymuch, an' we doesn't need to increase our output. she also sez if you beats up on geezer cats or kitties who can't defend themselfs, you'll go to stay wif basement cat. furefurr.

an' besides, if you eat too much, you will asplode.

whitester wednesday

here's our cousin, powder, surveying the world from the safety of her daddy's shoulder. it may look like she's an "odd-eyed" white, but it's just that her lasers are set on two different speeds. she wanted to be ready to either stun or annihilate whatever was making noise on the carport!

ed wears boxing gloves

well, honestly, that's what it looks like in this picture!

naughty, naughty mencats

::music up:: "whatcha gonna do when they come for you, bad cats, bad cats? . . ."::music fade::

TODAY'S EPISODE: CHAIR JAIL

convicted losers, nitro (left) and edmund (right) agreed to make this PSA as part of a plea-bargain deal :

"kitties, when you try to strong-paw a geezer cat outta his food dish, this is what happens to you. you get sent to the chair jail. an' you get held there by a mean ol' matron wavin' a squirt gun. she don't smile, she don't gif you any treats. if you twitch a whisker, she shoots ya. she sez things like, 'we'll see how YOU like goin' wifout food, you bullies. whatcha think of THAT, eh? if suppertime comes an' some big bully browndog comes by an' pushes you an' growls at you, an' then eats yer food? eh? whattaya say? i can't HEAR you!!! . . .' an' stuff like that. It's no fun, especially if it's before she's had her coffee. so don't be a bully. geezers needs their foods, too. be good kitties, or you'll end up like us--in chair jail. we is furry sorry we was bad an' do not recommend the life of a bully. "

(overheard: is that camera still rollin'? off? good. jeez; i can't believe i said that [mimicking a baby girl-cat's voice: "we is furry sorry we was bad . . ."] gimmea break. let's go score some nip. i need to think about how to get his suppe . . . was that rain i just felt? it felt wet. awwww, crap!--she's got the squirter . . . !)

::music up and out:: "whatcha gonna do when they come for you, bad cats, bad cats? . . ."

don't think too hard, it's sunday!

while mom an' dad was passing the emergency pet hospital today (for a change, NOT hauling one of us in, thank bast!), they noticed the markee said, "is your pet right-pawed or left-pawed? ask a vet tech!" when they got home, mom started to check onna innernets, an' this is what she found:

The cat can also be a right pawed cat, a left pawed cat, or they can be ambidextrous. “Righty, Lefty or Both?” states that “Cats tend to have paw dominance somewhat akin to the right- and left- handedness found in humans. In one study, researchers reported right front paw usage was observed in 20 percent of the cats, while another 38.3 percent favored the left side. The remaining 40 percent were ambidextrous.”

so, lady- an' gentlecats, whattaya have to say about this? true? false? examples? anecdotes?

feh!

this is what our 'nip nanner looks like after the dambrowndog got hold of it. it doesn't matter that she din't chew it to pieces--we will NEFUR touch it again. woofie-spit---GAHHHHHHHHH!

doin' the fully monty

edmund has posted his full monty ofur on doing the q. he hopes you'll remember him when it gets votin' time!

feline friday

we got to discussing our purrsonalities the ofur day (all right, we were fighting), an' mom broke it up wif a promise to vestigate why we is like we is. here's some of what she found, wif some charts down towards the end of it. whaddaya fink? we all know the T.A.T. part is true!

a PSA for efurrybody

we all need as many "awwwwwwww" moments as we can manage. here's a contribution to your smile stockpile. and no comments saying, YUM or NOM need to be posted;-) we'll take that as a given from some of you.

oh, yay! we is awarded!!

our dear furriends, the st. louis meezers, has giftied us wif this award:we is furry proud to get it, an' will try to live up to it. we's sposed to pass it on to five more kitties, an' this is a portant decision, so we will mull it ofur an' make our awards a little later inna week, 'cause our thinkers is in "sunday" mode;-)

breakfast for 4, please

EXTREME FLOOFAGE!!!

ed's freshly-shampooed floofage. mom calls him her little flokati rug!!

not-quite-a-mancat-yet monday

on saturday, mom went to visit her furriend, auntie joni (who was the furst mom of our uncle-charlie-of-blessed-memory) an' got to meet our newest cousin: we gif you . . . (drum roll, please) . . .

CATO

he is a dimple-rumpy manx wif siamese markings. he has just a ittle bunny-fluff stuck on behind. it's really just the outside of a tail, wif no bone in it! an' his hinder legs are taller than his front ones, just like manxes should be. he sorta bunny-hops, too, but it sure don't slow him down--mom sez he's a li'l ball of fire when he plays!

you kin see inna top picture anna bottom one that he has some tigery-stripes comin' out on his legs an' face, so it'll be fun to see what he looks like all growed up. he's a pretty handsome feller already!
as he walked past mom's leg, he stopped an' hopped sideways in surprise when he furst noticed her tattoo! he sniffed at it an' patted it furry tentatively a couple of times before deciding it was nothing he wanted to play wif. (we will gif snaps to anycat who can identify the style of mom's design.) (an' no, cousin pam an' miss ginger, you can't play, acause you already know!)

cato is also furry s-m-a-r-t, an' auntie joni is prolly gonna haf a pretty lively time wif him in her life. an' here she thought she was gonna haf a nice, quiet retired life;-D

you kin see inna bottom picture that he has one of those ball-in-a-racetrack-ring toys--well, even though he really likes it an' loves to play wif it, that's not enuf fur him. he picks up his ofur toys (like the spiky jingle-ball we sent him) an' takes 'em ofur an' drops 'em inna racetrack, an' waits for THEM to go around, too. so far, he's been disappointed, an' we feel sorry fur the li'l feller--if he's smart enuf to figger out that it might be possible to make stuff to go, he oughta get his wish!!

if monty sez it's OK, we's gonna post his picture inna monty-q contest, even though he don't bloggify, just so you can all see how cute he is!!

REX, AVE ATQUE VALE!

THE HERO KING

HE LIVES FURREFUR IN OUR HEARTS.