CELEBRATIN' OUR FURRY OWN M.L.!!

mom sez m.l. is like one of them ladies what carries buildings on their heads. she adds grace an' beauty to our lifes by her help an' good cheer to us blogosphere denizens. but inna world outside our happy bloggies, she supports her fambly of beans an' kitties while livin' with physical an' other trubbles (headaches, for one--no surprise there for a building-holder-upper). an' on toppa that, sometimes the world trembles around her an' makes it hard to keep her footing.

but she keeps her back straight an' holds up her head like a champ--an' even takes on more weight above her to keep on helpin' beans an' kitties. she has tooken on responsibilities that lotsa beans woulda run screamin' from, but she bears 'em an' does 'em because love bears her up an' gifs her the strength to do them. an' because it's the right thing to do--she's just that kinda bean. we are blest to know her.

we thinks she is a most special lady an' acknowledges her wif an award of our own:


NOTE: this is the first time it is awarded, but we hopes it won't be the last. there are other special beans out there, an' when a really, really special one needs a really, really special award, we hopes you will swipe this graphic an' customize it (or ask mom, she'll do it fur you if yer not up to it). an' if it's a he-bean like NTM, we'll make a "golden telemon" to go wif the caryatid.

HAPPY PURRTHDAY, AUNTIE DEB

HAPPIEST PURRTHDAY TO OUR DEAR AUNTIE DEB!!We wishes you a year fulla love, happiness, health, an' kitties!!

FreAkY fuRrIDay!!!

YOW!!! 

Paging Dr. Daisy!!! Paging Dr. Daisy!!!

MOTHER'S DAY WIN-WIN!!

mom gots nice goodies, an' we gots a fort!! it even has a window in case we hafta shoot laser eyebeams at an approachin' vishus deer!an' we gots some rose petals an' leafs to chew . . . although them stems were a little . . . ummmmmm, well, let's say we din't need toothpicks. :ow!:

look what we got her!!

pretty red roses fur her nose, an'

warm bubbly goodness fur her toes!

well, ok, we din't buy alla the stuff - our bean brofur an' his ladyfurriend did--but we donated all our recent found-inna-laundry-money to help. an' we helped "arrange" the roses an' snoopervise the unpacking an' fillin' of the bubble machine. it is furry loud, so we din't stay around too long when it started spittin' wetness inna air! mom really enjoyed hafin' her feets wet. beans like some strange things, but she's our mom, an' we love her!

the bravest mancat we efur saw

our very own ed, wif his nose under xing's tail. 

you hasta unnerstand--ed would gladly eat xing's liver, wif or wifout a nice chianti or fava beans. an' vice-versa. you should hear her squall when he even looks at her (he does haf an intimidating stare). an' she can hear him lookin' at her from two rooms away! no, she din't hand him his head; she just kept on sleeping. so why she din't wake up is one of the mysteries of the universe, specially 'cause he gave her a few good sniffs before he settled down to nappin'. 

he is furry, furry, furry lucky.
(if you biggify, it'll look like an impressionist painting--it was a cell phone picture.)

we din't blow away . . .

this is what the talky-picture box inna living room looked like yesterday morning. mom told us it was a picture of the weather up above, an' that we was right inna middle of the red part. we was haffin' a drefful storm that blew, an' blew, an' blew, an' blew, an' rained like billy-be-damned, as mom sez. so we found out why they din't go fishin' last weekend when the orange an' yellow spots was ofur their fishin' place!

an' mom an' dad are furry unhappy that this little tree went dead; it gave them cherries efurry year, an' a furriend of theirs made happy juice from them. no happy juice this year.

:sigh: they're cranky enuf even WIF the h.j.--what will they be like wifout it?

woofie wednesday

ok, we knows we's sposed to be about kitties, but dambrowndog is our sisfur, after all, an' we can feature her sometimes when we're feelin' benevolent.

yesterday, mom came home at lunchtime an' let cocoa out. when she went to let her back in, this is what she saw:
he's cocoa's furrst daddybean, wayne from down the street. they weren't able to spend enough time wif her an' she got kinda rowdy, so they asked if we wanted her. they knew that we had all loved thor-of-blessed-memory (an' his wife an' their dogger, sugarbritches an' xena) an' knew how to lif wif spicy woofies. so we tol' mom an' dad it was ok by us, since we was used to woofies, an' she came to liff here.

but they haf neffur forgotted each ofur an' has kept up this ofur-the-fence romance efur since. mom sez it kinda makes her sad to see them togefur like this, since she knows how hard it is to gif up a furrbaby, an' acause she can see that daddy wayne loves cocoa furry much an' would take her back in a minit if he could.

tabby tuesday

it's nitro, peerin' outta the conning tower of his furry own silver submarine, which may come in pretty handy soon if it don't stop rainin'. it rained efurry day but one last week, an' is sposed to rain efurry day but one this week. alla the outdoor fev-vers are startin' to grow webs in their feets, an' we notice that worms can't swim worth a durn.

sunday morning lazies

we were ALL furry lazy; even though she was awake to take the moovey, mom din't even post this until this mornin'!! we dunno if you kin hear it on yer puter, but even the dambrowndog is snorin' inna background.

mom an' dad got up early to go fishin', but there was yellow an' orange spots onna livin' room talkin' box that meant there was storms where they were gonna take the boat, so they put their jammies back on an' just moped aroun' the house. that was fine by us. we gots LOTSA warm, quality lap/nap time wif them!! an' this evenin', dad put real live dead chick-hen onna grill outside, an' we got some!! nitro hadda try efurrything onna plates, of course, an' one of them he really liked was the baked beans. ed sez he ain't sleepin' cuddled up to nitro tonight even if it's 40 degrees below freezin'.

we loves you, sherwoods!!!!

the return of the tunnel monster

and this time, he's armed wif a weppen!
at one point, nitro comes furry close to haffin'
his clock nose cleaned!!

(please pardon the accidental appearance of ed's fat @$$.
nitro whipped him soundly later for it.)

in honor of oreo

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!!