ed is NOT helping

ok, this is why we din't haff a post yesserday. that, an' mommer hadda haul xing to the v-e-t acause she was barfin' LOTS more than usual. turns out she is a walkin' hairball; the vettie compared it to washin' the woofie inna bafftub an' while somma the hairs go down the drain, ofur hairs just swirl around the plughole an' prefent the rest of the hairs goin' down. 

so mommer hasta feed her butter (hey! WE could take somma that action!) for a coupla days, onna counta the vettie sez that it sweeps the hairs through the poophole more better than just reg'lar hairball meddysin. but too much is not good, so only for two days an' then back to that yummy malt-flavered stuff. 

an' then the vettie sticked her inna haunch wif a needle fulla don't-throw-up meddysin' an' she tried to put the bitey onnim. that made her back up into the needle harder, an' she stuck herself good. she was furry squally an' hissy ofur that, but it serves her right for not bein' good!

mommer is goin' on poop patrol furry frequently, but no results yet. at least xing's stopped barfin'!

this is anofur present mommer an' daddy gotted fur when we moved inta our new house. it is from miss jennie, who werks wif mommer. it is furry cute, an' gets plenty of wind to whirl it round an' round. we fink that poor little birdie mus' get awul dizzy!!

since it was a furry nice weekend, mommer an' daddy gotted lotsa things done outside. soon it will be cold time, an' they are tryin' to "button up" close. mommer wants to put a bale of straw outside behint the shed acause she finks there is a bunny liffin' unner it. we haf seen one, but we dunno where it goes acause mommer allus closes the curtains inna liffin' room an' dinin' room at night,

last satidday, daddy gotted out the breakfast bar that miss ginger an' mr gary giffed us fur movin' to our new house. he hadda werk hard to put the pole inna ground, acause missouri is all rocks unner a little dirt. but he did it.

then he bolted some pieces togefur an' immediately announced that he was a dumass an' hadda unbolt 'em an' rebolt 'em to the right side of the metal. an' he did it all wifout enny werds frum the bad werd list!!! we are proud!

wunst he gotted it togefur, he hadda read up on how to do it. mommer sez this is his usual style. we don't unnerstan' it, but it must werk fur him, acause there the completed feeder is.

here he is testin' to see that it opens OK for little birdies as well as big ones, but not fur the quirrsels. we fink bannin' the quirrsels is mean, acause they gotta make a livin', too. an' besides, they (1) look delicious, errrr, furriendly an' cute, an' (2) it drives the dbd nutzo to see them when she can't get at 'em!!! MOL!

we kin see it purrrfectly from our perches onna back of the couch, so he he gotted it located just right. we kinda coached mommer to tell him where it needed to go. if we play our cards right, all our drool will go down behint the couch an' they'll nefur notice it!!

a little kissie

My Mama sez that when the sparkle zone (see last friday's post) went away on sunday, one rainbow stayed behind just long enough to giff me a little kiss onna ear before leavin'. i din't feel it, acause i was all relaxamacated on My Mama's warm lap, but here's the photo proof!

hi, efurrycat! it's me, xing lu. i get to post again acause My Mama hafs a little computer she can hold on toppa her lap here in our room, so i don't hafta go out amongs the stinky boycats to post!!

so anyways, here i am, sitting in our sparkle zone! My Mama makes things of clear sparkly little pieces of glass an' hangs 'em in our window, so when the sun shines, it makes not only warms but sparklies!

i luffs it! it is almos like disco dancin', which i saw onna talky box once. very, very beautyful, an' fit fur a princesscat! the sparklies, i mean. not so much the dancin'. THAT seems furry undignified.

My Mama finely got the moovey she made of the zone putted in my post, but she needed to say a lotta words that princesscats can't repeat to get it done.

enjoy your day, efurrycat!! i'm going to nap today in my nice sunspot that tags along wif the sparkle zone. i hopes you haf a restful weekend!!

absolutely THRILLED Thursday!!

we are so acited!!! mommer is dressin' up the porch pets for halloween this year, NOT US!!!

right, mommer?

mommer???

RIGHT, MOMMER???????????

(hollow, spooky laughter in the background ...)

mancat monday

mancat monday--it was a cold an' stormy day ...

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*