lef'ovurs again!

mommer gived us her plate after she ate some pecan coffee cake, an' while it WAS tecknickally lef'over crumbs, it was de-double-lishus--acause she had spreaded some BUTTER onnit befur she nuked it inna nuking machine!! we akshully wore somma the paper offa the plate wif our raspy li'l tongues, which you kin hear furry clearly. we are proud of our cleanin' up skills. an' no, dbd, there ain't none left fur YOU! ('lessin you wanna lick kittyspit;-)

awwwwww.

(don't feel too bad for her: mommer slipped her some cake befur we even got the plate!)

you ARE gonna share that ...

aren't you, mommer?

the power of my basilisk stare compels you!!

woe! Woe!! WOE!!!

we is so furry sad to say that our big brofur, Sir Edmund Percival Hillary, aka Cap'n Meow Fang, Sir Edmund the Rotund, The Edmeister, and Ed-Quit-Eating-That-Plastic, has made his journey to the Rainbow Bridge. he has been greeted there by Powder, his cousin, and a host of cats-(and dogs)-who-have-gone-before. he wented to sleep last night, an' then he jus' woke up at the Bridge, so he din't hafta werk furry hard, which is good, acause he din't like to do that. we knows he will be happy to play an' sleep all day in a body which don't haf a drafty, bald butt. we will miss him in cuddle piles.

we is furry thankful!!

we is thankful fur all our fambly members who haf served inna US military, an' fur alla the 

folks efurrywhere who haf kept us FREE!

allus amember to

THANK A VET!

monday morning

while we waits to hear frum the vettie about our Ed, we checks our emails:

iggy: hey, dammitjim--why's the 'puter makin' that bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb sound up there?

dj:  dunno--nitro? you haf a clue?

nitro:  i'm on it. i'll look back here ...

mommer:  no, i think dammit's the one who's "on it" ...

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!!