We are wishing all of our furrriends and their families a most wonderful Caturday.
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Our dear furriend Tamir has gone on ahead, to be with his sisfur Sniffie.
This is our first experience with a CB family who has lost more than one kitteh,
as we remember Sniffie.
It's a very sad first.
Please go by and comfort his family. We all know how much this hurts.
- Toby, Leia & Cathy
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Friday, September 14, 2012
He's very vocal too. He's always quacking and quacking and quacking. The best time to get him all talkative is early in the morning, around 4-5 am. That's when we are most awake. Of course, Mom is not at her most awake then, but really, she should be. We're doing her a favor by getting her started on her day.
Monday, September 10, 2012
Mom and I LUFF to play the game of the Power of the Paw. It is amusing - for me - and helps keep my Mom alert. She never knows when the Paw will strike!
The game set up: laying in bed with Mom. There are two basic moves:
1. In mouth.
I get the highest scores for putting it right into her mouth. That's a premium move, kitten tots, takes a lot of effort and precise timing to get it just right on target. But the squeals are pawsome when it happens. And then she jumps up and runs into the Giant Litter Box Room to wash out her mouth. Kind of ruins it, but there's no stopping her.
2. On the mouth.
This one is easier. Just lay it across the lips, and you're done. Not as much of a high scoring move, but a good choice if you're feeling lazy and still want to get a reaction.
Note: it's very impawtant to play games with your hoomin. Keeps them happy and healthy.
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
We always KNEW this would happen!
This is why our Mom needs to let us outside, so we can protect her when she is assaulted by....
The story: She was coming back from an early morning errand, when she sees that there are four vicious chick-hens (she didn't know they were vicious then) clustered around the front door. Which is odd, because we've never seen any here before (we live on a city street). She gets out of her car to come inside and then...
One of them comes for her - and keeps on coming! She can't get in the house! Oh no! (note to all the Moms out there: purses are very useful for keeping murderous poultry away). She breaks free and runs inside. SAFE!
Mom's note: Turns out that they belong to the neighbors, and are escape artists. Also, they weren't actually attacking, they assume any human coming towards them has food for them. I assumed they were being territorial. Still, this ranks as one of the oddest experiences of my life. :)