thanksgiving wishes

we has a thankful (or six ) today!

we is thankful all you is our friends.

(alla you new ones an' alla you from 'way back when!)
(aspeshully those faithful readers who keep on readin' efen though mommer don't make it to their bloggies furry offen.)

we is thankful our gramma's stroke of a couple days ago wasn't serious.

(she was not able to talk good for a couple days, but daddy sez she's runnin' off at the head today!)

we is thankful that she is gettin' good cares!

(we will bisit her tomorrows inna nursin' home. but we is sad that our ofur gramma an' auntie mairzey is in arryzona so we can't bisit them.)

we is thankful fur our new house.

(there is SO much room to run.)

we is thankful our fambly is here in mizzery to sellybrate wif us!

(sophie's momma & daddy--aunt susan an' uncle steve, cousins kayla & mike)

we is thankful that our sisfur xing is maybe comin' outta her shell!

(strange, but true.)

an' we is thankful we is all togefur.

we hopes you all haff a fine thanksgivin' an' many naps an' snacks!

restful wednesday?

Nitro:  You're gonna be done with Facebook soon, right, mommer? An' we'll go sit inna 'cliner by the sparking box, right, mommer? An' you'll pet an' skritch me, right, mommer? 

Mommer: not if you want Turkey Day vittles tomorrow, buster. I need to start snappin' beans and soakin' turnips and thawing pies, and getting bowls and pans out, and making my last run to the store. If you want the good stuff, I gotta prepare.

Nitro:  you ain't left yet???? great balls o' fire, woman! daylight's burnin'!!!

evening entertainment

Dammit does not miss bird t.v. in the evening--he has fire t.v.!

furriday folly

daddy's gonna be peevish. he likes cashews bestest of all nuts. acept "redskin" peanuts (there's just no accountin' fur taste. feh! alla them li'l skins sticks to our tongues!). ennyway, mommer finks this musta been a cooperative effort between us an' the dbd, but we're not tellin'. catsmas is comin', an' we gotta keep up appearances!!

stealth

stealthy cat is watching you. 

stealthily.

winter is come

that was then;

this is now:

we hadded our furst snows!

it wuzzen't much, but enuf to make the birdies come out!

lookit!

mommer an' dad wented to the shoppin' place an' gotted us a new bed!!

they carefully considered the bestest place fur it, 

an' putted it so's we kin bask inna warms from the sparkly thing!!

even the dbd has tried it on fur size an' found it just purrfect!

missin' him.

mommer din't feel like makin' ed's picshur until last night. so here it is.

she will werk onna bloggie header anofur time.

we is missin' our snugglemate.

*sigh*

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,