earth day 2009

bloom where you is planted!! the earth will be better for it!!

cat tale tuesday . . .

oh, no! there's somethin' the matter wif the new teal kitty, riesling!!

it musta happened sometime ofur the weekend, when there was a flurry of the kitty-chasing torture known as "house cleaning", followed by a long, silent stretch when mom an' dad abandoned us, and then they came back an' subjected us to several periods of the "delicious smells in the kitchen during which time we are banned from same" torture.

then there was a VERY short overnight nap period, followed by more "cleaning" and "good smells", and then the doorbell rang and we ran for the hills--you can't be too careful these days: the talking box was heard to say that vishus deers are beginning to move inna woods! (mom here: i doubt that a vishus deer would ring the doorbell, nitro. you are sposed to be the alpha cat here, but edmund's the one who comes out to inspect people who arrive. what does that make you, eh?)

harumph . . . as i was reporting: so miss ginger an' mr gary an' son alek arrived, took ofur the kitchen chairs an' table wif mom while dad was smokin' roast beast out onna carport, an' we hadda hang out inna computer room an' behint the recliners. (ed: who's this "we"? you got a mouse in yer pocket, buster? i came out an' got pettin's an' lovin's an' admirations!! you hid, an' even cravenly put yer paws ofur yer eyes!) ahem. as i was saying: so they got to eat all the delicious smells, an' after a while our bean brofur, dash, an' his girl, leslie, came ofur an' ate, too (she brought a chocolate cake!), an' after that, miss g's littlest dotter, lanie, came to eat, too.

so they sat a long time an' they talked an' told stories (some of which we're gonna remember for later evvydense!;-) an' they were laffin' an' laffin' A LOT. then some bottles got clinked an' some sodas opened, an' different glasses got passed around, an' then there was more laffin' an' laffin' fur a long long time, an' finally efurryone left except dad an' mom. they put away all the food plates!! we din't get NUTHIN'!! more on that another time . . . .

an' that was when we noticed the teal kitty was tipped ofur an' his innards was gone; bast knows, he wasn't furry active an' was kind ov an odd feller, though he was elegantly feline-ish. but now our keen, analytical, scientific minds haff deduced that he has passed on. he is no more; he has ceased to be; he's expired and gone to meet his maker; he's a stiff (well, awright, he din't bend much in life, neither). bereft of life, he rests in peace, his metabolic processes now history. he's off the twig. he's kicked the bucket. he's shuffled off his kitty coil, rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. in short, (wait fur it . . . )

he is an ex-kitty. alas, riesling, we hardly knew ye!

mancat monday

can you guess what this handsome mancat's secret is?

clickify to find out!

forensic kittehs

after close inspection, the committee decided that

there really isn't any transfat in Skippy.

ed meets the new kitty

mom sez its name is "riesling". what kinda name is THAT fur a kitty? it's a funny color, too, an' it sure don't haf much to say fur itself!

widebody wednesday

edmund: arrangement in grey & black (& brown)

WOO-HOO!!!!

MISS PEACH IS OUT OF SURGERY AND SLEEPING. SHE SHOULD GET HOME TONIGHT!!!

PRAISE THE L*RD!!

tunnel tuesday

the tunnel monster comes to sneak-attack a dozin' nitro!

it's really quite funny to watch--the tunnel monster is really dad, an' nitro knows that. if dad waves his fingers ofur the top of his leg, nitro just paws lazily at them. but if they peek out from the leg-tunnel, nitro will dive alla way up the tunnel to the lap side to nab those wily fingies. he is furry silly.

an' g*d bless our miss peachie as she gets her two-fer today!!

monday madness

an' fur those of you wif a somewhat twisted mind,

our mommer offers this:

the picture is called "Frohe Ostern" (Happy Easter)

by a bean named Michael Sowa, in case you must know.

you kin clickify for detail . . .

PEEYES: we is seriously purrin' an' purrrayin fur
mom robyn an' tazz whiles they's haffin'
surgeries today. an' we're sendin' our most
comfortin' headbonks to their famblies!

HAPPY EASTER, EFURRYONE!!

wif furry best wishes for a
peaceful, blessed year

from all the meower fambly!

to our jewish furriends . . .

may your passover seders be joyous, may your year hold no sadness,

may all your lives be filled with the sweetness of honey!

13 places mom has found cat-hurl!!

1. inna folded-up sofa-bed
2. inna bathtub wif the shower door closed
3. inna shoe
4. inna purse
5. onna fireplace shovel
6. on toppa the microwave
7. inna suitcase fulla clothes
8. inna laundry basket
9. inna litterbox (mom actually praised us for that one)
10. onna keyboard (mom actually cussed us for that one)
11. onna new rugsucker
12. onna dinner plate (empty until then)
13. inna linen closet

wordless wednesday

tabby tuesday . . .

mom sez payshunts is a verchoo, an' i likes to keep
mom happy, so i am verchoous when he does stuff like this.

but paybacks is h*ll--
this is why i sing for my brekfust at 4:30 ayem.
he keeps sabbatoojeyin' my naptime.

ex-feral furriday

Uncle Eeker!!!
you've heard us mention him before, so now you can put a face wif the name. this is mom's bestest picture of our long-ago uncle. she just found it in an album, so she scanned an' posted it for all of us to see. he was part of a feral fambly that lived in mom's back yard one summer. mom rescued his orange littermate, mouse mcnasty (The First Cat), acause their cat mama had left him behind when she moved the brood--not once, but twice! the other kitties from the litter grew up wif the mama an' stayed away from beans.

one by one throughout the summer, howefur, the mama cat an' ofur kitties disappeared, an' finally only the half-grown grey tuxie remained. he was still wary, but would come to the back porch to eat chows mom left out for him.

one very cold fall morning, mom opened the door an' he din't run away. he sneezed; he coughed. she touched him, an' he din't flinch or move, just looked at her wif goopy eyes. she picked him up and brought him in, wrapped him in a towel, an' called a neighbor to please take them to the v-e-t.

eekie was a furry sick boy fur a while, but the meddysins the v-e-t gave him finally made him better. soon he an' his brofur were playin' an' rough-housin', an' that's how he came to live inside. he lived a long, healthy life, an' became the King of the Cats in our house. mom an' dad still talk about him, an' we wishes we had knowed him. (you kin clickify on his picture to see mom's flickr post.)

terrrorfyin' thursday! *NOT SUITABLE FOR THE WEAK-STUMMICKED OR VERY YOUNG KITTEHS*

WARNING: maybe you should put yer paws ofur yer eyes an' just peek at this post insteada readin' it outright. you might haf nap-mares!!!
oh, dear bast! we din't know until today that mom stayed in a house in michigan when she went to our dear auntie ethel's funeral a couple of weeks ago. we thought she was safe inna hotel. we are nefur, efur letting her go to michigan again, where the vishus deer are SO vishus that they chase you right through the walls into the house!!!

fortunately, this feller got stuck inna wall, so he couldn't get nobean, not mom, not gramma, not auntie marilyn or uncle john--they all hadda sleep there two nights, an' mom sez she' nefur closed an eyelid the whole time acause she hadda watch to see if the deer was gonna get loose of the wall!! he has been stuck there a pretty long time, we finks, acause she sez he has perfected the art of stayin' furry, furry still while watchin' his prey.

*ooooooooooooooo! it gives us frinklebots just thinkin' of this!!!*

wordless wednesday

a little talk on tuesday . . .

man(bean) to man(cat) about:

1. who ate the last of the cornbread, and
2. why did he do it at 3:30 in the ayem?!?, and
   
3. is he gonna do it again?
   

answers: (easy-peasy)

1. two guesses, and the first one doesn't count,
2. because that's when the aluminum pan makes the loudest clatter on the kitchen floor tiles!
3. duh.

mancat monday

mencats is flexible!

wordless wednesday