mom spilled her coffee this mornin',

an' we helped clean it up!!

move back ofur here!

i wasn't done wif yer ear yet, dang it! d'ya wanna go around wif potatoes growin' in 'em? 

practice, practice!

i is practicin' my "sincere" look; d'you think mom will fall fur it the next time she hears a crash?

HIPPO BIRDIE, MISS ML!!!

you knows that song frum the beetles that mom plays when she's feelin' old? "Wif a little help frum my furriends"? well, imagine us singin' it to miss ml!! (believe us when we say you don't wanna hear us singin'.) she has helped so furry many of us "get by" - and MORE than just "get by" - so often, we fink it's her theme song. splendid, splendid ladybean, we wishes you a

HAPPY PURRTHDAY!!!

(an' many, many more!)

dueling ears

their ears were tickling each other, but neither one would look at the other because they knew they'd end up  hissin' and then somecat (maybe BOTH somecats) would hafta get offa mom's warm lap, an' it was pretty darn cool inna house!

wordless wednesday

we kin do "al-gee-bruh"

mom sez we is smarter than we look! she took one look at the result ("C") an' lafft. then she said, "if A is onna kitchen counter an' B is onna floor, whut will happen to C?"  here's the pictural evvydense:

"A"

"B"

"C"

Ergo, A + B = C

dang! we kin cipher almost as good as skeezix kin spell!!

sunday at chez pierce

ed: update

fank you, all my furriends of all sizes, shapes, kindsa furs, an' numbers of legs! yer purrs an' purrayers an' grrs an' good thoughts made me not afurraid at the vettie, even though mom hadda leave me there half the day (!) by my self!!
i posted a update yesterday, but apparently DPBlogger has et it. i won't bore you wif alla the details, in case DPB decides to urk up yesterday's post at some later time.

at furst, i thought dr. wilson sed that my pan had creeturitis, but it's really "pancreatitis", which means a big thing in my belly got sick an' i felt dizzy an' urkey alla time. but now i has meddysin to take fur a few days an' i feel like eatin' now (mom:  yeah, he couldn't wait for the new food to even get unpacked:)

in  fact, i haff been doin' a pretty good job of it! i has my own special stinky goodness AND crunchies (called ID), an' they taste great--the ofur cats don't get NONE--it's ALL mine own.

now that i don't feel urkey ennymore, i gots lots more energy! i haf already whipped nitro an' iggy really good fur hissin' at me when i came home wif the vettie-smell on me, an' now i'm gonna go lay out onna screen porch since the wevver is cooperatin' fur once.

fanks again fur all yer quick well wishes!!

oh, yeah--one ovver thing:  i learned three new kitty-cusses frum the meezer inna jail cell next ta mine, an' i taught him three diffrent ones. whoo'da guessed that a vettie visit could be a learnin' experience? :-D))

yummity-yum-yum-yum!

ahhhhh, the good life: niller ice cream!!
 mom din't giff the ofur boys none, acause they already had chick-hen an' noodlers, so me an' the dbd got to share this ice cream spoon. later i heard the dbd mutter, "that ice cream tasted like catspit!" well, if you're not first in line, that could happen. heh.

after all my hard work . . .

honest to bast! after i did all the huntin', trackin', stalkin' an' pouncin' i did to wrassle that lick-a-licious chick-hen an' noodlers bowl into submission, look whose fat head is mostly in it!!

at the first clink of the spoon in the bowl when my tongue touched it, igmu charged in frum the baffroom where he was playin' tub hockey wiff his sparkle wand an' helped hisself to MY kill!! he is the most obnoxshus little brofur efur. mom laffs an' sez i am a black kettle or sumthin'.

(which i don' unnerstan what that has to do wiff the sitchooashun ennyway, an' also ennyway, it's igmu who's the BLACK one, in case that excaped yer notice, MOM!)

target acquired!!

launch in 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . . SPROING!!!! 

CLATTER!!!! 

"jeez, nitro!"

licklicklicklicklicklick

may we present:

our bean brofur an' his new bride.

their weddin' was mostly why mom hasn't helped us blog in a while, but then, too, she's bone lazy. we can't blame it ALL on the newly-weds;-)

can't a guy nap in peace around here?

dang, it's crowded in this chair, whut wif this lumpy ghost next to me . . .

funny thing; it smells like igmu.

ah, the floofyness of ME!

the tummiest of tuesdays to you all!

ed's comfy sunday nap

it's 80 degrees out, mom sez.

that's plenty hot, wifout addin' catheat to it.

geddown offa my lap, she sez.

*zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz*

why, oh, why???

APRIL FOOL!!!

an' now to our regularly scheduled message:

Mama, you is usually a furry smart lady, so why did you ask me to sit on your lap when you knew i would have to stare at these other kitties? i know that you were looking at ME when i was looking at them, but why do you wear pictures of kitties who are NOT ME? i know i am the prettiest girlcat in the house--because you tell me so whenefur you sees me--so why would you want to see other kitties on your T-shirt? i think i am a little bit crabbilated. 

mancat cave

i'm safe if i'm BEHIND the bad cat bottle;-)

basement cat's local representative

scopes out the view that ceiling cat usually has . . . and he likes it.

he LIKES it.

uh-oh.