there are many mancats in the world,

but this one is MINE!

DISCLAIMER:

(the above statement does not reflect the view of nitro s pierce)

detante tuesday

full house--My Mama couldn't turn her camera fast enough to get a picture of iggy onner legs an' nitro onner lap. they spooked off when they heard the "click". see? we CAN get along, if most of us are sleepin'! ;-)

the vishus deer apocalips is nigh!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

we haf come inta possession of secret pictures from a vishus deer training camp, taken at great personal cattonal risk to the photographer. what you will see here is so terrorfyin', we don't recommend lookin' unless you are furry stouthearted an' not given to whim-whams or haffin' the vapors! kittens shud NOT, repeat NOT view these pictures.

although we know that lately vishus deer sitin's haf been fewer, we feels this may be acause they have gone unnerground to excape the hots. also, that's a really good way to hide from sight.

continue if you dare ...click above!

i gots a new bed!

ed:  lookit my new bed! it's like sleepin' on air, an' just fits me perfeck. mommer was furry thoughty to leave it out where i could see it furst thing after my post-prandial nap this mornin'! she even raised the head part a lttle so's i wouldn't get no acid reflow frum my kibbles. she's a peach, that mommer.

nitro:  didja efur think that whenefur those soft boxes come out, the 'rents go away an' leaf us?

ed: yeah, but they nefur go wif only one; they usually haul three or four of 'em down frum the attic an' there's alot of washin' things an' gatherin' things an' hurry-hurry stuff, an' they ain't doin' enny of that. this is fur ME!

nitro: ok, bud; you just keep thinkin' that.

ed: nitro? nitro?

nitro: what???

ed: are there quircells inna attic again? i keep hearin' noises annit's keepin' me from sleepin' good.

nitro: uhhh, it's all in yer head, dude; go back t'sleep.

ed: ok.

nitro: *snicker*

tip-toe through the tuesday

well. My Mama hadda take this picture furry fast, so it's blurry--but it ackshully is ME, Xing Xing, goin' frum the kitchen to the liffin' room. My Mama had locked up my rotten brofurs (an' the dbd, who I don't really mind) inna computer room, so I could come out from my suite to the rest of the house. I slinked around furry tenatifly for a while, because the whole place just REEKS of boycats, an' it was hard to belief that there weren't really there. but I told myself that My Mama wouldn't let me go anywheres it was dangerous, or let the boycats ambush me, so I finely came into the kitchen--there were food smells, but also boycat smells, because they were right behind the door behind My Mama. it was furry hard for me, but I was brave an' jumped up onna table an' mommer shared some cheese sammich wif me!! it was so delicious!!

then there was a thump-thump-thump onna door behind My Mama, an' that was enuf for me! I looked my thanks at her an' blinked luffin'ly, an' jumped down to go back to my rooms off the liffin' room. that's when she got this picture, an' then she came an' closed my door so the evil ones could come outta the jail.

that was pretty much all the adventure I needed fur the day; I napped all afternoon, an' din't even ask to come out an' sit on her lap after supper that night! but I'm glad I went--it's good to remind yerself sometimes just how brave you really are!

mancat monday guests!

today we'd like to innerduce our mancat guest stars: tubby (left, blue burmese) an' the efur-busy getzger (blue abyssinian, right). holding them is our faverit human next to mommer & dad, an' also our faverit feed&water&scoop-when-the-rents-are-outta-town purrson, miss ginger. we knows that it looks like getz should be named tubby, but he wasn't allus plumpish. an' tubby looks awful short here, but he's nearly as long as getzger. miss ginger was demonstratin' how flexible (in body an' in spirit) their mencats are. she wallers 'em around somethin' awful, an' this was nuthin' compared to what come next. we're sorry there are no pictures of it, but mommer hadda put the camera down acause she was laffin' an' laffin'. so SHE had a good time, but we haff nuthin' to show fur it.

getzger (you haf seen him befur inna water-from-the-faucet video) is a furry busy cat who takes his house patrols an' snoopervisin' duties astreemly serious. no matter where you go (an' what you do), there he is. matter of fact, he is SO prompt, you can frequently trip ofur him before he gets there! he also is a garter-snake killer par excellence. whenefur he can make a tour of the backyard, he throws hisself into findin' an' killin' the emeny--why, just the day this picture was tooken, mommer narrowly avoided steppin' in snake chunks an' some cat-hurl fulla ribs in their liffin' room!

tubby is a lover, an' kin giff you concussions wif his headbonks when he really likes you. he luffs scritches unner his chin, an' if you is a ladybean, he will head straight for yer, ummmm, frontal appendages to cuddle up an' purrrrrrrrrrr. his eyes are kinda mesmerizin' :

he hafs a condition called persistent pupillary membrane, which means the remnants of a fetal membrane din't atrophy around birth-time or shortly after, an' persists as li'l ropes of tissue crossing his pupils. his first name (at the cattery) was "astro" which is a greek werd for "star"--so he is really starry-eyed.

so now you haff faces to put wiff the names of kittehs we sometimes mention! they haf a furry fine fambly, an' haf two sisfurs (blue kitty an' sprinky) who may someday come outta hidin' long enuf fur mommer to take their pictures!

we's baaaaa-aaack!

no fanks to edmund percival, howefur. you may recall his previous experiments wif electric cords: here an' here. he has not learnt ennything.

we thought youse should know why we was 10-10 an' onna side* last week. this time, ed's snack was the laptop cord--we don't haf a reglar computer enny more. mommer hafs a "smart phone" but it's pretty stoopid in matters of bloggifyin' an' so she couln't help us wif it. since it's an old laptop, nobean in town had a cord fer it, so she hadda order it onna innernets. it took the man inna brown shorts a dreffully long time to bring the new one (yestidday). so we are astreemly behind on our postin' an' probly won't get back to reglar (M,T, & W) until next week. just remember, it's ED'S FAULT!! (*mommer sez, if you know what that means, you are older'n dirt, just like her.)

mommer allus disconnects the laptop an' rolls up the cord so at least ed's eyeballs won't light up an' spin like onna pinball machine when he bites it, which is what we allus figgered would happen to him someday. she tries to put it outta the way where he won't find it, but he musta outwitted her. which makes us furry sad becausa what that sez about mommer's brain.

we are all furry peevish wif ed now acause we gots to werk hard to catch up. we haf sat on him, smacky-pawed him, put the bitey on his ears an' tail, an' even hollered until we are (rather becomin' shades of) BLUE, but he just won't quit bitin' plastic. right now, he's lyin' inna kitchen window, nuzzlin' the slats onna blinds. mommer's hollerin' at him an' nitro's lyin' next to him, kickin' him inna furchin (which is that saggy part ov yer belly right in fronta yer hind legs), but ed's eyes are closed in bliss, nommin' an' nommin'. we needs an innervention!!!

vultures

mommer sez we're "vulturing" at her. we lookt it up, an' there ain't no verb like "to vulture", but apparently mommer likes to play fast an' loose wif the english langwige. unline SOME cats we know. (she sez she went to school, but we learnt all we know from skeezy an' his spellin' coach, jeet!) besides, all we're doin' is waitin' fer her to hand out the haff-n-haff treats at breffust; it's not like she hasta DIE to do it, although to hear her go on, you'd think it was killin' her!

mancat sunday ... errrrr,

mancat MONDAY, i mean. guess i slep' right through sunday. not too hard to do when you're a manly mancat like nitro;-) (does this picture make my butt look big?)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

whisker wednesday

xingxing sez: even though it's "whiskerhump wednesday" for mancatly whisker humps, i am posting my picture because even though i am a ladycat, my whisker humps haf produced some exceptional whiskers.

My Mama calls me "Princess Prettywhiskers"!

mommer sez sometimes i reminds her of a bombay cat, although i was borned right here in misseri. so i started readin' up on bombay an' i found out that it's in a place called india, like springfield is in the YooEssAyy. mommer sez it's furry hot there, so it must be a lot like springfield! but they haff more monkies than cats, so that's a way it's NOT like springfield.

ennyway, i notised that somma the menbeans there wear marks called tilak on their foreheads on speshul occasions, an' i figger any day i gets some haff-n-haff (like i did this morning) is a speshul occasion, so i thought i would haf nitro take this picture of me to show how speshul i looked wif my haff-n-haff tilak. so he did.

then he dropped the camra an' grabbed me an' likked my tilak all gone. i suppose that's ok; i couldn't lik it myself, annit woulda got all sticky.

this is MY mancat monday post--me, igmu!! it's about time i gotted to write a post!! you kin see three things frum this picture: (1) my razor-sharp shivs make me a mighty slayer of paper bags! nitro will hafta find somewhere else to cower when i decide to whup his kittybutt. (2) my daddy wears a air force belt, which looks a great deal like a snake, an' since i am not allowed outside, it makes a pretty good substitute to tussle wif (although it hurts when i puts the bitey on its head). (3) i am furry polite: i refrained from wommitin' in daddy's hat even though it was in easy reach. mancats rule!!!!

toezie tuesday

iggy's mighty raptor claws--this is how far they hang out of his paws when he's completely relaxed!!!

you realize, ov cawse, our mommer acksidentally posted our box day pictures a week early. if'n you missed 'em then, here they is.

avatar day!

mommer's been a little late gettin' onna avatar bandwagon, but here are her first effurts!

can you guess which of us is who?

              we don't fink it's furry hard to guess;-)

surprise!!!

this mornin', a sparrow landed onna window sill outside an' then jumped up an' clung to the screen. iggy jumped offa the table an' skidded inta the window as soon as he saw him. you can't see it from here, but ig now has screen cross-cross marks on his nose from how hard he plowed into that window.  now nitro and igmu waiting patiently for the sparrow to come back to the window. what are the odds of THAT, after haffin' a giant catface wif fangs bared knock you off yer perch the first time?? poor little berd is prolly layin' onna ground unner the window, wonderin' if ennyberd got the license number of the truck that hit him!

sharing is good!

breffust wif mom ... as long as she ain't lookin'.

adjussment???

daddy plays handy home chiropractor.

but why does I hafta be the one gettin' a adjussment? 

there in't anythin' wrong wif me!!

international box day

ed inna box

NOTE: mommer can't read worth a hoot. she thoughted TODAY was Innernashunal Box Day, so here's our post for NEXT week!

well, it is the "rain box" ...

i couldn't find a box ...

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a poopin' PSA frum ed

ed sez:

mommer wishes there wuz a door to close off the kitchen. she sez we is gettin' inta too much trubble in there lately.

but lemme tell you kittehs about a good thing that comes frum there, an' ya don't hafta swipe it!! (in fact, ya can't--it's inside a can, an' you needs opposable thumbs to git at it.) but that's ok--yer beans will giff it to ya wif no complaints. in fact, they'll be GLAD to giff it to ya: it's punkin. canned punkin, but not the ready-made pie fillin', just mushed up plain ol' punkin.

ya see, i had quite some nasty poopin' prollems last week (the "hershey skwerts", as skeezix terms 'em), an' mommer was gettin' really tired of washin' my fluffybutt. I was plenty tired of it, too. she started callin' me names like "stink-a-saurus rex" an' "stinkamundo" an' "godamightyedyouareRANK!" i felt like our relationship was onna downhill turn, but i behaved like the gentlemancat i am, firmed up my tremblin' chin, an' kept myself frum puttin' the bitey onner when she dunked my butt yet again. an' again.

since i din't act like there was ennythin' else wrong (i was eatin', drinkin', purrin', cuddlin' [when she'd let me, dependin' onna state of my pantaloons], bitin' nitro an' iggy, an' sleepin' inna same places) she finely went online fur advice, an' some kitteh's bean mentioned punkin. she went to the store an' got some, an' put a teaspoonful inna little cup fur me, an' a luff affair was borned!!! it was deelishus!! an' i got a spoonful wif all my meals after that--even after i stopped haffin' the runs! in just two days, i was back onna poopin' track. (she tole me she was nefur so happy to see one of my poops outside the box--where i allus poop--as that first one that wasn't a *splort*!)

so i hope if you efur suffer this undignified prollem, you will urge yer beans to remember this post, an' getcha some punkin. not efurrycat will like it, though--my dippy brofur nitro wouldn't touch it wif a stick, let alone his tongue, an' i find that kinda weird, since he's the same color as the punkin!