relaxamacatin'!!

this is my bestest sleepin' place! My Mama was going to post my picture here, but she got confusticated by her camra an' akshully took my video. it isn't very long, but you get the idea how comfy this sun puddle is!

holy bast! whut was that???

it is furry, furry windy, maybe windier than it has efur been since we been inna new house, an' it was whisslin' a tune out onna catio. dammitjim couldn't figger out what was makin' the noise, an' we din't tell him. we're just gonna let him werry!

ed meets fire

dammit speaks: it gotted pretty dadgum cold ofur the weekend, so dad decided it was time to gif the new warmin' box a test. he called it a trial by fire an' then laffed to hisself. mommer snickered. we din't get it. he tole us it was called a "pellet stove" an' it would warm us as good as the brown metal bockus at the ole house. he carried a coupla buckets in frum the room where the cars liff, an' they were fulla little pellets fer sure (the buckets, not the cars). we fink they looks a lot like the pellets like our bunny furriends eats, but he sez no, they is really wood. he is furry happy about that; all he hasta do to warm us up now is carry a bucket, not saw down, section, quarter, load, unload, stack, an' carry in logs. he sez he is wayyyyyyy too old for that *bad werd*.

anyway, he poured the bucketsful inna top of the metal bockus, closed the lid, an' pushed a button onna side, an' then ... nuthin'. he sed we'd hafta wait until it got cold enuf fur the thermbostad to click on, but by bast, it was plenty cold enuf already--edmund was even thinkin' about fluffin' up igmu fur a bed (an' there is no love lost betweenst them two lately). but finely, we heared the rattle of little things fallin' down inna bockus, an' in a minnit we could see through the glass that the whole inside was fulla smokes (which we nefur seen at the ole house acept those two times the chimbley backed up). an' then it bursted into flames an' throwed sparks like the boomies inna hot month!!

igmu was behint the sofa, an' i was onna sofa wif the dbd, an' nitro was on mommer's lap. but ed was takin' a nap onna floor in frunta the noisy picture bockus, an' he din't pay no tenshun at all until that fire started wif a "WHOOF". then he sat up an' stared. an' stared. an' stared. then he licked his butt an' ranned down the hall past the baffroom, an' we din't see him no more fur a long while. nitro flicked his ears a time or two, but he din't care nuthin' about it, an' neifur did the rest of us. as long as we is warm, we don't care where it comes frum. in fact, the bricks next to it might just be prime real estate when it gets REALLY cold outside!!

we got somethin' frum the weddin'!

when we gotted Cousin Mike last saturday, there was a big party after the weddin'. since Cousin Mike is a liberryan, Cousin Kayla an' Aunt Sue maked alla the party favers an' decorations wif stuff you would find inna liberry.

on efurry table was a stack of books an' some flowers made of book pages, an' little bitty hearts punched outta book pages,

an' the plastic eatin' claws was in boxes that useta hold cards about books.









they furry kindly offered to share the books wif anyone who wanted them, so mommer tooked this one acause it looked like we would enjoy it when she read it to us. we fink it looks deeeelishus! we will gif you all a review when she gets around to readin' it to us.

crop circles?

mommer!! mommer!! aliens haf been inna dinin' room!! we has crop circles onna carpet!! We kin see 'em plain as day!! Oh, noes!! An' we thot vishus deers was bad!! What on earf can we doooooooo??

*chill, dudes, chill. The only ailen that was there is the poor cricket that edmund and nitro caught yesterday. I had to run the SpotBot where ed urked him up after the, uhhh, the autopsy.*

(mommer's note:  yes, this was out of order and was posted for a while yesterday. a technical malfunction, nothing more.)

(iggy's note: mommer is a big, fat liar. she screwed it up her ownself!)

mommer? mommer! quit playin' onna innernets an' pay attenshun to me!

*but ed, all your fans want to know what's going on at Chez Pierce, and if you don't let me type, i can't tell them about you throwing up a cricket leg. where did you get that, anyway?*

hah! you fink i am jus' a crippledly ol' mancat, but i still hafs some git-up-an-go left. i cotted it when it snuck inna cat door from the catio last night!

*you sure you didn't have any help? you know iggy wants to eat anything that moves.*

no, he din't get none. he's been awful sassy to me an' nitro lately, pickin' fights an' pouncin' us, so we teamed up an' played "keep away" from him. worked, too.

*does this mean i have to hunt around for nitro's URK spots, too?*

nahhhh. the dbd gotted 'em befur you gotted up.

*great. i love cleaning up dbd URK spots even more than yours! (yes, sheldon, that's sarCATsm.)* (goes off URK hunting...)

dammit's job hunting again

 

... an' all he'll tell us about his next job prospect is that he's gonna be a nunder cover agent, an' that means he was practicin' even last week!! he's really sirius about this one!

we're late acause mommer is a little hungover ....

Errrrr, she sez we better change that to "tired". Ok, tired. Acause we gotted a new cousin ofur the weekend when Cousin Kayla married Mike 'way up in Kansas, an' now he's Cousin Mike! CONCATULATIONS!!!

Mommer an' dad drived an' drived an' drived to get there an' back, so mostly their butts are sore, but the weekend was worth it!

look but DON'T TOUCH!!

My Mama makes lotsa pretty fings frum beads an' string in my room where I let her keep her stuff, an' she lets me snoopervise from my faverite perch on her lap! But when I try to help, she gets all flusterpated an' sometimes asks if I want flyin' lessons. I don't unnerstand what flyin' hasta do wif beads. An' I must admit, it is furry, furry difficult to keep my paws offa those sparkly, rolly little things. Evenshully, she gets pretty nervus an' puts me down onna ground an' gets my faverite fevver-an-jingle-bell-onna-string. we play race an' catch until I am good an' tired, so I go haf a drinka water an' take a nap. It's a win-win fur me!

underground kitty

when mommer's foot blankie fell offa the footrest onna reclinin' chair last nite, dammit burrowed unner it like he was a mole. mommer hadda pull back the edge just to get this picture of him. then she covered him back up, an' he nefur moved the whole time! he stayed there for almost a halfa hour. then when she gotted up to go to the human litterbox, he reached out an' snagged her foot. she stumbled an' danced fur a minnit, an' he had enuf time to beat her to the little room, where he tripped her again. she sed he was lucky she din't hafta go real bad. we fink she was the lucky one! we also fink he wasn't asleep unner there; he was jus' bidin' his time!

sleepin' wif the emeny

aha! now we knows why iggy missed our team syncronized nappin' practice yestiddy. he's goned ofur to the emeny. we shoulda knowed; he's had a crush on the dbd all his life, an' she only hafs eyes for nitro, so he takes enny chance he gits where she'll let him cuddle up. guess he'll be back wif us when she wakes up an' notices him there. poor guy.

smells like team spirit ...

we herd mommer sayin' that she was gonna change the flower reeth onna front door to one wif red leafs, onna counta monday was the beginnin' of ottum. that means it's gonna get colder soon, an' we figgered we better practice our team's syncronized nappin' so's to find the best, most warmest positions. we dunno where igmu was in this configgerashun, but he needs to show up fer th' next practice: ed's ol' bald asterisk needs a blankie.

abandon th' cat o' nine tails??????

since our gramma evelyn's norsqueegian, an' nitro's furs are red like hers (useta be), nitro finks he's  norsqueegian, too, an' come up wif the idear that we should leaf th' cat o' nine tails in drydock next year on MLaP Day an' sail a vikin' longship. we debated an' debated an' iggy sed he'd do some research befur we made a decishun.

furst, he came in an' tole us that vikin's was really mostly peaceful traders, not allus th' crazy berserkers that mooveys want us to belief. the only thing bein' if you din't wanna trade wif 'em, then they turned inta th' berserkers an' took what they wanted inna furst place! so that sorta sounded like kitties to us, an' we begun to warm to the idear.

then he went an' studied some more, an' found out that if the wind din't blow hard enuf, we'd hafta ROW th' dang thing. an' finely, he sed there wasn't no dingy or rowboats--if we wanted ta get to shore, we'd hafta W-A-D-E!!  (fizzikal labor!!! no naps!!! wet paws an' tail feathers!!!) 

so we promply whupped the tar outta nitro fur even THINKIN' we'd do that, an' went back to our naps. wet paws, indeed. *hmpf*

meow like a pirate day, part the eighth

Nitro the Red (soto voce):
*grumblegrumblegrumblehissspitgrumble* *head sunk on paws*

Last Mate Dammit (plunks self down on bench. cuddles up):  meeyarr, Furst Mate Nitro. *lick* ye be in a right foul mood t'day. what be thy prollem? *lick* we be huddled up in a truly fine snuggery (although i be some wary as to th' speed o' the service) wi' a nexcellent array o' potions to soothe the savage soul, an' vittles fit fr' a piratekingcat!

Nitro the Red: i'll be thankin' ye t' quit slurpin' me. i be not subject to yer blandishments. *cuff* *lick*

Last Mate Dammit: hah! ye licked me back, din'tcha?

Nitro the Red:  aye, that be true enough, sprat. but this be Meow Like a Pirate Day, an' whilst we be meowing in the prescribed manner, here we be, landlocked an' bereft o' our beloved Cap'n Meow Fang. 

Last Mate Dammit:  why be that, big bruvver?

Nitro the Red:  hush thy gob, thou baitfish. i be not thy bruvver aboard ship, i be thy... ahhh, dogpuckey. we be not aboard ship. bruvver it is. *lick* to continue: we be landlocked becawse th' good ship Cat o'Nine Tails be in drydock after that li'l miscalculation last month ... 

an' the scurvy drydockers say t'will be yet weeks befur the necessary parts be here frum Chiner.  an' Cap'n Meow Fang be havin' a nappointment t'day at th' Hair Club fer Mencats, onnacounta his hinder parts be summat lackin' in follicles. wif autumn an' winter approachin', he be quite conserned.

Last Mate Dammit:  but why can't we just sail fur tropical lands when it be cold? 

Nitro the Red:  betweenst thee an' me, my lad, there be more to it than the cold. i finks our Cap'n be just the teentsiest bit vain, an' likes not the image that glares back at him from the lookin' glass. but noise that not abroad, er i'll be forced t'keelhaul ye. *lick*

Last Mate Dammit:  arrrr, ye know i'll be silent as the grave. *silent meow* but where be iggy an' xing? 

Nitro the Red:  i knows not. since th' Cat o' Nine Tails be laid up an' shore leave were declared, they haf not been seen. all i knows is, they be not together. xing be prolly tucked up inna frilly ladycat's apartment, as she do love her creature comforts. iggy prolly lolls inna window somewhere down at th' nearest pet shop, whiffin' guppies an' neon tetras, such bein' as close as we be t' the blessed sea in these parts.

Last Mate Dammit:  y'know, when i entered a while ago, there were a ladycat at the bar who slipped me a map an' sed it would direct us to a great treasure. would it not please th' Cap'n if we could put us onna trail o' our next adventure? i haf inscribed a plan or two onnit ...

Nitro the Red:  *rolling, stretching* aye, that it would. he hath been no little moody since that calico ladycat bid him take hisself out onna next tide when we visited th' Catnip Isles. he were right put out, an' t'wouldn't surprise me a bit did it haff summat t' do wif our wee mishap last month. he were drivin', ye know.

so, sonnydammitjim, let us see this map. *finally raises head from paws*

*eyeballs roll wildly* OOOOOOO! a FEVVER!!!!  *claws slice through the air, he leaps to the table, the feather becomes unmoored from its inkwell, and an errant breeze from an open window wafts it aloft where it makes its way outside* *coiled spring steel muscles in Nitro's hindquarters take over, and he, too, is aloft and on his way through the window*

Last Mate Dammit: big bruvver! big bruvver!! will ye not wait fur me?? i cannot jump as far as ye ... *scurries over table and onto floor. skittering for all he is worth, he rounds the bar and vanishes out the door*

big bruvver!!! ... big bruvver!!! ... big bruvver!!!  *fade out*

new playhouse!

we haf discofered the bestest new playhouse! mommer assures us that it's been here (an' at the old house befur that) but we dunno HOW it's ascaped our attention all this time!

gosh, these "auto-generated gifs" makes us kinda dizzy!

kindly notice edmund's baldified @$$. he is STILL yankin' out wads of fur. the v-e-t hafs tested him fur thigh-roids an' diabeetus but he don't gots them. he shottified him wif a steer-roid, an' he hafs slowed up fur a while, but we don't think it'll efur grow back fast enuf to catch up. mommer will hafta knit him some panties soon! we will pay good green papers to see her put them on him!

edmund's unintentionally tryin' to blog ...

ed jumped up onna keyboard from the rolly-chair an' (insert newton's 3rd law here). now he's tryin' to figger out how to get back onnit!

we is laffin' an' laffin'! (an' the computer is screamin' "55555555555555555555") while he stands there.

dammit's toezie tuesday

mousie monday

yes, mousies feel like hurlin' hairballs on mondays, too!

(akshully, ed gnaws off they's li'l noses an' then their stuffy insides asplode. he ain't nefur gotted a REAL mousie, but we can't count the number of toy mousies he's made go ded flat!)

workin' hard on furrrriday

Sometimes, sleepin' is uphill work!

we will ... always