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.

is nitro comin' or goin'?

or is he twins, comin' AND goin'? hard to tell!

bravest of mencats!

nitro, sleepin' on xing's butt!!

mommer sez

y'all have a happy st. paddy's day!!

(oh, and ed's forgiven--he's back on The Lap.)

(note my lapel pin)

mom's list

edmund is on mom's list; we're pretty sure it ain't the catsmas card list.

he an' xing were abiding (relatively) amiably, side-by-side on mom's lap.

then xing looked at ed; ed looked at xing.

they both hissed.

mom moved her arm (the one with ed lying on it).

he scooched ofur to the table.

xing hissed again.

ed dove for her wif fangs a-gape, an' fell short of the mark. 

unfortunately, not short of mom's arm.

he is banned from The Lap.

silly ed.

"I will protect you always"

let tears of joy outshed tears of grief...


let's us giff them all the protection we can by purrin', purrrayin', an' sendin' healing light to efurry furry an' bean affected by this disaster, efurrywhere!

(many thanks for permission to embed the graphic to Augusta Vindelicorum)

fur kc an' ml

mom ackshully had a post planned fur today, but this is MUCH more impawtent!!

purrlease, efurryone--purr an' purrray fur our dearest little furriend, kc!

nappin' on mom's lap is thirsty work!

mommer sez it's a good thing that wasn't a vodka-tonic!!

eeker's pome

UNCLE EEKER

Uncle Eeker was a gentleman cat

In a grey velvet tailcoat (but no top hat).

His whiskers were many, majestically lush,

And his snug, tidy boots were snow-white plush.

His silky shirt front had never a wrinkle,

And his big, yellow eyes - oh, how they twinkled!

He sauntered and strolled, never pranced or gamboled,

While cats of less dignity from his path scrambled.

Refined in his manners, pristinely attired,

The most elegant kitty of all ever sired.

From exquisite nose to faintly-ringed tail,

His demeanor proclaimed that he'd always prevail.

From humble beginnings he rose to the station

Of King of the Cats, Premier of the Nation,

The Tsar of All Felines, whose law was his whim

(Or so he believed, and we never dissuaded him)!

© Copyright 2011, Cheryl Pierce. All rights reserved.
Please do not copy without written permission and attribution.

mommer is STILL lazy about helpin' us post, but to be honest, there's not much goin' on here. so we tole her she should post somma the pomes she has writ about the Cats Who Came Befur, an' here's one. none of us here efur met uncle eeker, but we can see what a splendid kitteh he was--she sez he coulda even made igmu behave!

GREAT VIDEO!!!

we has nicked this video URL  frum the site of our furriend, maximus spittimus--who, besides bein' the emperor of everything, is also a splendid fellow! we are proud to be his centurions (an' centurioness)!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qit3ALTelOo&feature=player_embedded

ok, we THOUGHT we were back

but mom is STILL wastin' time workin' hard on getting the vacation pictures whipped into shape, commented on, an' uploaded to flickr. (she feels guilty that she nefur got the ones from her trip last april posted--see what a slacker she is??) so we are still bein' ignorified an' the best we can do today is show you the kittehs who liff wif our bean cousin, naomi:

Simon is the oldest, an' a mellow meezer.

roxy is a sweetie pie, even though she's "the middle child"

yoshi is the baby, less than a year old. she developed a real
interest in dad's britches but we dunno why.

here is a viddy that we FINELY got mom to post, so at about 10 seconds into it

you can get an idear of how splendidly orinch yoshi's eyes are!

fearsome feline furrrrriday!

mom gave my picture the Puce Guardian (from FARK)'s treatment. she sez she's gonna save it fur a halloween card!

it's true! it's true!

mamas really DO haff x-ray vision!! this is our grandma evelyn--our mom sez that while she was growin' up, she allus suspected that her mama had superhuman powers acause she'd holler at mom for doin' stuff when she couldn't even see her. now here is photograffic proof!!

raspberry xing

My Mama is furry clefur wif a puter program called "the gimp". she used it to make this beautyful portrait of me, an' i am furry happy!!

OH, NOES!!!

in this chillin' video, you can see how the vishus deers haf hypnotic powers ofur their human slaves! this one forces the human to invite him inside and feed him treets. you can see how close those vishus spikes are to the human's chest, an' he doesn't efen flinch! an' horror of horrors--lookit the human's left hand: the vishus deer has been sampling him already, in case he can't catch any tender, yung joosy cats an' hasta eat HIM. we bets he duz it bit by bit, so as to make him last as long as possible--if he eated him all at once, hoo would feed him treets???

mancat monday

articals

Captain Meow Fang’s Articles

Signed 19th September 2011

Articles of Agreement made, concluded, and agreed upon this nineteenth day of September in the third year of the Reign of our Sovereign Lord and Lady, Barack and Michelle, Between and Amongst the Cats of the Cat Blogosphere, and divers members of other amenable species aboard the good ship Cat o’Nine Tails, its Captain Meow Fang and crew, and the rest of the vessels which sail with them, further known as The Flotilla: We here have Severally and Joyntly Subscribed our Names and affixed our signs to those Presents as followeth:

Whereas the said Capt Meow Fang and the Rest of the ships Company and accompanying flotilla are now intended out on a voyage to Sea. Now those presents Witness that all parties and ship owners, for themselves their heirs and assigns doth Covenant, Promise, Grant and Agree to these items below:

ITEM THE FURRST: that the ships of the Flotilla shall be well and Sufficiently outfitted, Tacked, Equipped and Apparelled for a sea voyage, and the Company shall agree to and shall sail on such Voyage or Expedition as the said Meow Fang and Company shall think fit for the Best advantage of the flotilla.

ITEM: that whatsoever interest, profit or Advantage As Green Papers, Dishes, Goldfish, Sparkle Balls, Catnip, or any Toys, Wares, Merchandizes or Vessels or other matter or thing whatsoever that shall be found, Taken, Gotten, had or Recovered at any time or place or in any manner during the whole term of the voyage or Expedition shall be shared and Divided as followeth (That is to say): That all maimed cats of the said Company that shall be Disabled in the true service of the Voyage to the Apparent hindrance of getting their future Livelihood, before any Dividend shall be made to others, he or she or they shall have & Receive Eight hundred pieces of Kibble, or the true Value thereof it so much shall be gained, received, or procured in the said voyage.

ITEM: provided that if any crew Member of The Cat o’Nine Tales, in time of fight or in Acting or in doing for the Good of the said voyage he, she, or they Losing of a Joynt or Joynts they shall have and receive one hundred pieces of Kibble for each Joynt so Lost. This be not including the tail, for which they shall have and receive five hundred Pieces of Kibble an’ the sincere regrets of the Captain.

ITEM: that all plunder that did belong to the said prize or prizes Company Excepting Green Papers, Dishes, Goldfish, Sparkle Balls, Catnip, or any Toys, Wares, Merchandizes Whatsoever that shall be found, Taken, Gotten, upon Dock or between Docks or in the Cabin shall be free Plunder Equally to be Divided amongst the members of said Flotilla.

ITEM: it be further agreed that the Captain Meow Fang shall Next have and Receive Nine full common shares; the Commander shall have two and a half like full shares; the master shall have one and a half like full shares. The Sea-Vettie conditionally (That is) his or her Chest be well fitted with Meddysins and Auntie’s Biotiks and that he or she give Due attendance on all the said company as need shall require throughout the said voyage and for the term of one month if need be post-Expedition, shall therefore have and receive all Chyrurgeons (?) Instruments ::shivver:: and Meddysins properly Belonging to any Vessell taken, and also one hundred pieces of Kibble towards his Chest over and above his full share in Common with the said company.

ITEM: that all Disbursements shall be dully pay`d for according to agreement before any Dividend be made of the first Green Papers or goods taken as they or their Orders shall think most meet to the Advantage.

ITEM: that all and Singular the Whole Remaining part of the produce profits and Issues of the said voyage without any fraud or Concealment shall be shared and Divided amongst the said Company part & part alike, and ashore any of them shall Die or be shared and Divided amongst the said Company part & part alike.

ITEM: that whomsoever of the said Company shall first Spy a saile and the same prove to be a Prize sufficient to make them a Voyage he shall Therefore have one hundred pieces of Kibble or the Value at the choice and Appointment of the Command and the Major part of ye Company and free Entrance into the Prize.

ITEM: if any of the said Company shall During the said voyage force or Ravish any girlcat or Ladycat then he or they shall lose his or their whole share as aforesaid, and be punished at the Capts and the Companys Discretion.

ITEM: that if any Cat of the said Company shall in time of service be so influenced by toona joose or the like & incapable that he does not fight and withstand the Enemy then he or they shall be Cut off or punished according as the Capt and the Major part of the Company thinks meet.

ITEM: that if any of the said Company shall in time of Service During the said Voyage show or prove hisself a Coward then he or they Shall Lose his and their voyage as aforesaid.

ITEM: it is Mutually agreed that the full and true performance of these present Articles and every clause herein Contained each of the parties subscribed hereunder bindeth him and themselves. In Witness whereof, all the said parties to these Articles have set there paws the day & year first above Written.

Signed Sealed and Delivered in the Presence of us

Meow Fang

Nitro the Nasty

Xing the Slice

Igmu, Hell's Own Imp

let's get sumthin' straight . . .

there will be no web surfing around here until i get sufficient lovin' an' pettin', an' maybe a paw massage or two!!!!!

i has a blankie

. . . or, akshully, the blankie has me!!

APOCATLYPSE NOW!!!

you know how back on 5 january we posted that it was anofur chilly day in hell acause ed's an' xing's furs were touchin'? well, the end is truly nigh:

monday night, ed snoozed for prolly 20 minutes wif his head pillowed on xing's back. an' she knew he was there; i know, acause she looked ofur her shoulder at him an' hissed--but she din't move!! we are truly afurraid that somethin' turrible is comin'. maybe sammy's right about the aliens, although the dbd hasn't showed enny signs of learnin' to cook. (we don't fink she could even boil water, acause she can't even make the fossit spew water for her own drink bucket--the beans hasta do that fur her, an' we doubt they'd agree to get water fur her to cook 'em in;-)

mancat monday

OMC!

ed's back furs touching xing's butt??? 

xing's butt furs touching ed's back???

inconTHEEVable!!!

mencats monday on tuesday

thanks, mom & dad, fur gettin' us this wunnerful new comfy recliner chair!!
we all fits wifout no crowdin' now!
(uhhh, dad? where YOU gonna sit?)

hippo birdie, miss judi!

. . . an' many more!!

Happy New Year!!!!

We hopes each an' all of you--4-legger, 2-legger, winged, an' finned--are blessed wif health, strength, abundance an' joy this year, an' may you haf plenty of time to enjoy them wif those you love!

i'll take the high road!

 now, where can i go from here?

the road lies open before me--northward, ho!!!!

wow! i've discovered the road to new snooping territory!!

two santas, one house!

 our uncle gary, miss ginger's husband

our furriend, getzger, who does NOT haf 

a belly like a bowl fulla jelly. 

his beansister, lanie, insists that it's a bowl fulla flounder!

plaguey catsmas!!

MERRY CATSMAS!

Our Furry Best Wishes to Each an Efurry One of You, Dear Furriends!!

(clickify an' enjoy)

just 'cause i'm so cute!

smells like . . .

the feline americans! thanks, guys!!

an' thanks to all the ofur furriends who haff sended cards!! we're sorry we haff a lazy, lazy mom who just doesn't "do" cards. but we loves you, each an' all!!

it was NOT me

when mommer came home last night, she shrieked an' hollered--it was mostly dark an' she couldn't see furry well, an' she thought we had made a really big mousie go ded inna kitchen. then she hit the light switch an' an figgered out it was her "chrissmiss red" nail polish, an' she started to shriek an' holler again, but this time it was mostly werds from the bad werd list. well, whattaya expect when you leave a roly-poly object onna table where kittehs play??

howefur: i can say wif certainty that it wasn't ME. i dunno who it was, acause i couldn't see inna kitchen. it prolly wasn't xing unless she figgered out how to break outta her rooms. nitro was sleepin' mosta the day inna chair by the fire box. an' i din't see iggy much at all that day. but i know santa paws is comin', an' i am no dummy. i was sittin' right here inna liffin' room corner onna ol' chair, not doin' nuffin'. alla time. all day long. an' that's the truth . . . thpppppbt.

mancat monday guest kitteh

this is gilligan. he liffs inna nearby pet supplies store. isn't he a cutie? mom took this picture while she was playin' the fingers-creepin-ofur-the rattly-paper-bag game wif him.

inna movey below, he gets to know a little woofie. an' the li'l woofie makes her feelins known!

duck 'n' cover!

last night i was unner attack!! it was finally warm enuf to come outta the nap pile, an' i was playin' in my crinkly tunnel in fronta the sofa. the dbd was layin' onna sofa just above my head, an' all of a sudden, she asploded!!! her head wagged about a skillion times, her not inconsiderable body levitated a coupla inches offa the sofa, her ears flapped so hard i thought she was gonna fly up onna ceiling fan, an' the most nockshus schpritz flew through the airs--i was just comin' outta the tunnel an' got soaked!!! an' this is not to mention the drefful but indescribable sound that assaulted my ears! natchurly, i, ummmmmm, sauntered away slowly to get a better view of the debree field.

after a while, efurrything looked as normal as it's efur gonna look where the dbd is concerned, so i reapproached the tunnel, stoppin' to examine the dbd's nose (from which had issued the asplosion). she drew in a quick breth, an' i saw my brief life flash befur my eyes . . . the whole thing started ofur AGAIN! billions of tiny particles rusht towards me like wet, angry bees, her ears flapt, an' this time, i, uhhhhh, sauntered ofur to my safe, cozy catcave unnerneath the platform rocker. i'm stayin' here fur a while to be sure the asplosions are ofur fur good!

not today, furriends

it is 4 degrees F on our carport (that's MINUS 15.5 C for our furriends ofur the pond). we are goin' back to our snuggle pile. that is all.

(fanks to aDORAble an' eric 'n' flynn fur catchin' the oopsie onna temprachur!)

gone to the dawgs!

this is where our mom goes day-hunting. they are haffin' a company meeting, what's wrong wif this movey?? YES!! there are dawgs drippin' offa the walls and there are NO KITTIES!!!!

they useta haff a kitteh named "k.c." (kolar cat) there fur a coupla years, but she got out one night an' was gone for two nights anna day. mom an' the ofur lady inna office were SOOOOOO upset that when the folks next door finally called to say they'd found her, the other lady took k.c. home to liff at her house wif her two kittehs, because neither she nor mom wanted to liff through anofur scare like that. so k.c. still liffs wif miss nanet an' her two catbrofurs to this day, an' the dawgs has tooken ofur the office.

forgiff them, ceiling cat . . .

they know not what they did! here is late-breaking noos from our furriend getzger:

O NOES!! NOW DEH HUMAN BEANS R HELPEN DA VISHUS DERS STAE ALIVE!!!  HOWZ WE GUNNA GET DEM AWAY IF WE HELPZ ZEM, I HOPEZ MY MOM DOZENT DO DAT CUZ I BET DEY R HEAR... SUM WEARZ.

Love, Getzger
an' THIS is what he is refurrin' to! oh, lawsy, lawsy, lawsy!!!!

somecats like it

somecats don't. gettin' yer livver turned ofur, we means . . .

nitro REALLY does--you can't tell it in this still photo, but he's makin' biscuits wif his paws while coo-coo (ermm...cocoa [santa's watchin', i know]) sniffs an' licks his face!

meet me, get to know me!

tummy-tuesday, woofie edition

mencats at work

you know it's gettin' to be catsmas time when the man in bloo shorts (well, ok, a blue parka) starts leavin' toys on yer front porch!! our auntie marilyn sended us this great box wif lotsa crinkly bags innit. we played wif it all evenin' long. there was some ofur stuff innit, too, an' mom liked it better'n the bags, so we din't hafta assert our right to play wif the good stuff. beans--they just got no sense o' priorities!

look! Look!! LOOK!!!

the wunnerful miss amy of amy's house of cats made me these two marvylus pictures wif my profile on a coin--now i can write to the u.s. treasury an' PROOVE to 'em how awesome it'd be!!!

noble ed

mom finks that if there is efur a coin struck wif a cat's picture, 

it should be edmund's noble profile!

wistful wordless wednesday

maximum cuddle

ker-krunch!

edmund was a train conductor in a previous life; he still likes to punch tickets . . .