there is NO TYPIN'

mommer, we hafta come to some unnerstannin' if yer gonna help us start bloggin' again. we gotsta haff our requisite skritches befur you start typin'. 

there is NO TYPIN' WIFOUT SKRITCHIN'. 

it's the law!

werdless

mousie monday

this is our faverit mousie. we dunno how he got up inna baffroom sink. mommer was susprised to find him there when she got reddy to go to the work place this morning. usally she soaks her hed unner the water spout (beans are soooooo strange) befur she goes, but she din't wanna drownd mousie, so she grabbed his tail an' flang him out inna hallway. nitro giffed him the welcome he deserved!!!

daddy's purrthday sellybration

our daddy sellybrated haffin' had 60 squillion naps (or 60 years, to you beans) last furrsday, but they put off any festibbities until the weekend. so satidday night, our pal getzger's mom & dad, miss ginger an' mr gary, came ofur fur drinkies an' dinner. daddy maked smoked triceratops (that's whut mr gary tole miss ginger it was gonna be, but we looked at the wrapper an' it sed "tri-tip") an' a pasta salad, an' mommer made cheezy taters an' sliced up jicama to dip in garlic hummus an' tzadiki.

so while the smoker was smokin', the beans was talkin' an' nibblin' an' drinkin' some adult beveridges (as the irish say, "a drop o' th' drink was taken"). 

when dad brought the meat in frum the smoker, even igmu--the biggest bawk-bawk-bawk-bawk inna house--came out frum hidin' behint the wash machine an' stood inna kitchen door, sniffin' an' sniffin'!! it was G.O.O.D.!

so they commenced eatin' an' fer a while all we heard was jaws chompin'. then when they had got rid of the ofur-whelmin' hungries, they started talkin' again about this an' that. at one point, miss ginger menshund that getzger had even been the subject of a post on her blog, an' it was about how cats do things an' that made her think about her life in diffrunt ways.

allus the smart-ass (she wonders where WE get it frum!), mommer sed, "oh, you mean like turnin' around an' wavin' yer butt in someone's face is ackshully a polite an' furriendly thing?" then mr. gary looked at her an' sed, "should i try that when we get home, then?" an' of cawse they all busted out laffin' an' laffin'. even dad. especially dad. who had just tooken a drink. that's how he found out that jack daniel's an' cola are not good things to snort out yer nose. efur.

well, all we can say is, after that, a great deal MORE of the drink was taken, an' we din't get supper until 9:30 pm, which is NOT 6:00 pm. so we fixed 'em. we started askin' fur breffust at 4:15 am, just like always.

(an' by the way, you shuld read miss ginger's post an' look at her blog an' her etsy page, she is furry smart an' a real good artist!)

bye-bye, miles & sanjee!!

well, we had a wunnerful bisit wif miles an' angel sanjee, but he figgered it was time to go home. xing whaps him efurry time she sees him (we suspect she's jellus of angel sanjee an' since she can't whap an angel, she whaps him) an' that's gettin' a little old. thank goodness xing don't liff out inna general population alla time, or he'd a goned home the first day!

we hear that sammy gets outta the slammer soon, so he kin welcom his brofur home inna style to which he is accustomed. borrowin' stuff that belongs to the bloo shorts humans is not a particularly good idea.!

oh, miles?

*pssst*  *PSSST*  

HEY, MILES!!!

you gonna get up outta that laundry basket enny time soon? we know the clo'es is all warm an' fluffy, but mom's almost got the ham-n-eggs ready!!

holy bast! we founded miles (an' angel sanjee) on our front porch! the lady inna bloo shorts jus' dumped them there when mommer was at the work, an' when she came home, she wented in the EAST door of the porch an' din't see the box. later, daddy camed home (for mommer to take him to the doctor for a *gasp* shot in his hip), an' when they wented out the SOUTH door of the porch, they was talkin' an' din't notis it. but when they comed home, we guesses miles had rolled the box in fronta the inside door, so they founded him--an' mommer gotted busy right away:

(an' her speshul ingredient is a dustin' of 'nip ofur the french toast, so miles an' angel sanjee had gobs an' gobs of it, an' then we all rolled innit an' took a nap.) 

we is haffin' a fine bisit, an' he's not in enny hurry to go home. we is so acited to haf them here! mommer an' daddy are fine wif dat as long as nobuddy gets feisty!

enjoy the day, furriends!

we will be in our usual bunker, UTB, until further notice!

happy boy!

Click here for our faverite Skeezy moovey. Gosh, whatta happy boy--an' that's how we'll allus remember him!

Our Best Frend

(oh, dear bast, gif us strenth to make it through this post.) 

we haf losted our best frend, the guy who innerdused us to bloggin', taught us all we know about spellin', an who brought the outside werld to our doorstep wif his travels. 

he was the manliest of mancats wif big mussels, an' yet he was gentul an' curteus to all he met. he dazzled efurryone wif his fashun-forward wardrobe, an' rocked efurry look from motorcycle leathers to babushkas an' tutus. we envyed him his beautyful speshul girlcat frend, daisy the curlycat (but in the nicest way). we cride wif him when the yellow school bus din't come to pick him up. our mommer akshully sobbed when she red how mr tasty face met him fur the furst time.

we marveled at his star quality on the stage at the acatemy awards, but figgered he musta lerned it frum his moovey-star frends like samuel l. jackson (don't click this link if you don't wanna hear werds frum the bad-werd list). we felt his hartbrake when rocky the guttercat went to the bridge. we admired his bravery as he did his patrols, an' are furefurr grateful to him fur bringin' the dangers of the vishus deers to the attention of the cat bloggin' werld. we had such fun in his contests, an' we haf kept efurry holiday card, letter, postcard, picture, an' award he efur sent us.

and pink? we can't see the werd or the color wifout thinkin' of our skeezy.

his catly body is gone frum us, it's true, but the spirit of skeezix liffs on in the hart of efurry cat efurrywhere hoo efur read his posts. we only dream of the things he did, but HE went out an' did 'em--an' we are all better cats for his haffin' shared his life wif us. rest ezy, skeezy. we gotcha safe.

our eric

ah, woe. we breaks our long silence to honor our good buddy, eric, of eric & flynn fame. he was a mancat's mancat, brave, floofy, loyal, an' doughty. a supreme hunter, the mouses an' voles inna nearby fields trembled when he prowled. he had his own distinct purrsonality, sweet-natured an' true, allus proud to show his tum. as he was a constant companion to his brofur, flynn, he was sociable an' furriendly. he will be missed mightily in devon an' throughout the werld. lord knows, WE misses him. farewell, our darlin' eric.

ALERT! ALERT! aaaaaaOOOOOOOga

NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG KITS OR THE FAINT OF HART!!

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BEWARE!!!

this picture was found inna camera left beside a trail near where we liff. some feral furriends brot it to us. we haf been cowerin' unner the bed since hearin' rumers of this creature around catsmas time. we had thought (an' HOPED) that the song that starts

Up onna housetop, the reindeers pause,

Scratchin’ an’ scrabblin’ wif vishus claws,
Hunting the tender yung joosy cats,
Red-eyed an' wearin' their santa hats.

CHORUS: Oh, no, no! We wouldn't go,
    Oh, no, no! Not wif reindeers, no!
    Up onna housetop oh so slick,
    We ain't gonna fall for no reindeer trick!

was only fiction, but now we knows diffrunt. here is digital prufe of its realness, so at grate purrsonal risk we emerges frum our hidey-hole to post this warning about the most terrorfying vishus deer efur seen!!!! we thot we had seen them all--stealth deers, crafty "furriendly" deers, even ghost deers; but this one ...  holey socks!!!! we fink it might be *gulp* a (whispering) vampire deer!!!!!

do not enter the woods!!!! do not go inna back yard if you has more than eight blades of grass innit--they are masters of disguise an' camoflaj!!!! do not let yer beans go fur hikes!!! (note to selfs: tell miss ginger an' mr gary!!!!)

we are goin' back unner the bed now; ed is whining acause the dust bunnies are are bigger than he is. we hadda promise to share our gooshy foods wif him so he can "bulk up" in case there is a bunny uprising. 

spred the werd to all yer furriends an' make sure that you an' they are efur vigilant!! LET'S BE CAREFUL OUT THERE!

eine kleine nachtmusik

mommer's pretty bummed this catsmas an' is haffin' a hard time gettin' inna holiday mood. so we bin carollin' at all hours of the day an' the night to improve her mindset. this is one we wrote last year, an' haf giffen it a many hearty repetitions. we's gonna post it ofur inna facebook group Sunshine Dialogues, too!

verrrrry INteresting ...

on saturday, it was warmer OUTSIDE the house than it was inside. a boycat's gotta do what a boycat's gotta do to keep warm if his beans ain't kind enuf to build a fire inna firebox!

Miss Jan

Our Miss Jan

Always in our hearts,

never forgotten.

Sam, Sabrina, & Simon,

you haff our lovin' purrs.

Happy Thanksgiving to you all, furriends!!

We haf so many blessins in you, we can't count 'em all!

a 3-cat night

BRRRRRRRR!!
(the dbd repurrts that the water in her bowl outside is FRIZZEN!!)

iggy an' nitro at their nightly revels. although it looks like iggy don't really care if nitro plays or not!

this is me, xing. literally. (an' litter-ally, too, i s'pose, since my furs are all ofur the floor.) i keep tellin' My Mama an' TELLIN' My Mama that those stinky booger-butt boycats haff it in fur me, an' she has just GOTTA belief me now. besides, it's all her fault ennyway!

i was sittin' in her lap, enjoyin' my well-deserved skritches, when alluvasudden the doorbell rang. i din't freak but i gotted uneasy acause cocoa was barkin' an' barkin'. the boycats, cowards that they are, all ran fur cover behint chairs an' sofas. My Mama putted me onna end table next to our chair, an' promised she'd be right back, that nuffin' would happen since the boys was all hidin'.

she went to the door an' talked wif the man in blue shorts fur a minnit, then came back in, smiled at me an' sed, "see? nuffin' happened. i toldja. now i gotta go to the potty room fur a second, an' i'll be right back again." so she went. it's not furry far away from our chair.

well.

the next thing i knew, ed was stink-eyein' me from right below my perch onna table. i dunno where he was hidin' befur that.  i screamed, ed screamed, nitro hissed, iggy hissed, cocoa barked, an' My Mama screamed an' was glad she was onna potty!

it was obvious she wasn't comin' to my rescue right away, so i jumped down onna floor to run to the door to my suite, but (ascuse me here, but it's called fur) DAMMIT! he sure moves quick fur an ol' fatboycat--he ran, too, an' caught me at the door. he jumped on me an' hollered an' squalled an' clawed an' bited, an' i did the same.

FINELY My Mama came an' stomped her foot an' hollered at ed, an' he slunk off. my little body was tremblin' when she scooped me up an' took me into my suite. she sat onna bed wif me an' hugged an' petted me, smoothed my pretty furs, an' looked fur owies but din't find any. we sat fur a while, talkin' about how rotten my brofurs are, an' then i went an' got in my heated cat cup fur a nap. she tole me she was gonna go out an' kick ed inna tailfeathers fur me, but i dunno if she really did that. i'm just happy that she would, if i asked her to. she's My Mama!

bad boys, bad boys

a poor, defenseless loaf of bread after suffering the ravages of the midnight marauders, as the boycats are now collectively known. one of them is also evidently a vampirecat, as evidenced by the fang marks pointed out by the red circle-ish things. it's a human being's fault for leaving it out on the counter, though.