oh, merciful goddess bast!

THIS IS NOT SUITABLE FUR KITTENS 

OR THE FAINT OF HEART!

(DO NOT SCROLL DOWN UNLESS YOU AIN'T EITHER ONE)

ALERT! ALERT! ALERT! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!! STEP UP YOUR VISHUS DEER PATROLS!!!

we is not kiddin', furriends--this is a true, ackshul picshur of a deer wif fangs--even snopes sez it's true! ok, they's only in afganystan now, but how long do you fink it will be befur you will be seein' them invade yer terrytory? wif those terrorfyin' fangs, they must be drefful predators, slayin' all in their paths as they march efur onward to efurry nook an' cranny of the werld!!

who will save us? Buckaroo Foobar is doin' the best he can, but din't haf the bennyfit of direct trainin' from the redoubtable Skeezix the Cat, although he is a Cat Scout (not to mention, he liffs wif the Denmaster). the Cat Scouts is a hexcellent paramilitary organization an' is the next-best preparation he could haf.

an' Banzai is only a young'un, although he seems very advenchurus and inventive, and sometimes appears to be channeling our Skeezix.

so get the werd out----VISHUS DEERS HAF BECOME EVEN MORE VISHUSER--we must be on guard!!

Ed is feelin' kinda poorly now, not eating at all. Doc sez he's got a bacterial 'fectshun an' mommer's syringin' meddysin down his gullet. She's goin' fur some baby foods an' some nutrical soon.

An' last night she hadda clip a dingleberry (largish!) from his behine, an' he moved at the last minnit while the sissers was closin', an' she got some hide along wif it. he feels so lousy, he din't even swear or holler! now she's dabbin' antybiotic on his hiney!

So please purr for poor ol' bald-asterisk? Thank'ee!

she got another anofur brofur, too!

here's baby sophie, dammitjim's sisfur--all growed up!! now she also hafs a cowcat brofur, Rico, where she liffs wif daddy's human sisfur. they din't want this picture leaked, acause they hafs a siblin' rivulry reppytashun to maintain. but heck; efurrycat hafs SOME dirty laundry an' we jus' HADDA air this bunch ;-)

bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna do ...

daddy made it so's we couldn't tear up the terlet paper ennymore, so we gots our revenge!!

(signed) the fantom paper biter(s) (we ain't admittin' who or how many of us there is! ;-)

meyowllloween deckerashuns!

mommer gotted the rest of the meyowlloween deckerashuns out on sunday--this is whut greets you onna way to the door, an' this:

 an' this:

is what watches you as you walk up the sidewalk--MEYOWWWWWWWW!

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!