(Ahem. For those of you who are not big Star Wars fans, the original quote from Darth Vader was "I find your lack of faith disturbing". We now return you to your originally scheduled LOL).
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
The "M" Word
Our Mom sat down with us last night and had a long meow-versation. It wasn't good news. We have to move soon. She said that while she luffs our house (and so do we, especially the Porch) she just can't keep up with the repairs and maintenance it needs. It's an old house and most everything needs replacing. She said it's very emotionally draining, and we just don't have the green papers to continue being homeowners.
So... it's going on the market mid-January. We're not looking forward to having noisy strangers in here, and especially not having to go live somewhere else, but Mom says there's no choice.
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Sunday, December 26, 2010
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Friday, December 24, 2010
Meowwy Christmas Eve.....
....but watch out for the Kitteh Grinch!
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Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Countdown to ChrissyMouse, Interrupted
I have *never* been treated so shamefully, people. Not once, in all my years with my Mom, has this ever happened. She IGNORED me. Absolutely, completely ignored me. I ran back and forth, jumping on the bed, the couch, the table, trying to get her attention.
Why? Does it matter? Fine - she was looking for that silly girl kitteh Leia, because she disappeared and Mom couldn't find her. I think she said something about her maybe having gotten outside, off the Porch while we had our Porch Time tonight. And she was getting all worked up about it, getting out the flashlight and all. Finally Leia wandered out from wherever she was.
Oh no, don't go getting all kissy-face on me now, hoomin. Too late!
Hmpf. Time for the Back of Disrespect.
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Monday, December 20, 2010
Thursday, December 16, 2010
I believe it's very impawtant to spend time with your hoomins, and be affectionate. They need attention every day from their kittehs, or else they can get cranky. Or feel unluffed. We don't want that!
Me, I am a head-bonker. And I enjoy rubbing noses with my Mom. We lay on the pillow together, where I purr and pet her on a regular basis. Then I can sleep, knowing I've contributed to my hoomin's health and happiness.
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Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Thursday, December 9, 2010
We have heat!
It's WARM here!!
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Wednesday, December 8, 2010
We realize it's nippy, especially outside of our bedroom.
We understand you don't want to get up out of the toasty bed.
And it's clear that you're bored. However.
It is NOT OK for you to sit in bed and toss up our nip hamster and
go WEEEEEE each time like that d***** piggie from the Geico commercial.
Especially not when WE are ready to play with it.
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Monday, December 6, 2010
We LUFF Maru here!
He is the AWESOME!
And he has a commercial about Fresh Step* litter.
Mom showed it to us yesterday. Wow!!
More proof that kittehs are taking over the world.
Clappity - clappity!!
*For the record, we're Tidy Cat folks here.
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Saturday, December 4, 2010
Yeaa for Caturday! Even if it's still chilly - Mom says the fix it people finally have the part, and will be out Wednesday to put it in. Tuesday, if someone else cancels. We're really hoping someone cancels!
In other news...
Mom says I've (Toby) lost weight since we started mostly gushy foods. We still get a little kibble, though that's more because she wants to make sure we eat plenty while it's so cold here. She thinks maybe I've lost it more quickly than I should have, but she isn't sure what to do about that. We both go through days where we eat less, so she's broken out the Fancy Feast to mix in with our Wellness grain free.
Oh, and she also mumbles bad words when she has to toss out the gushy we don't eat... something abut how expensive it is... and the FF helps us eat more, so we waste less.
Hey - do we know what we're doing or what?? Hoomins CAN be trained!
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Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
Well, we're still getting our BRRRR on, but the fix it people came out today. Mom says they have new parts available after all, and should hopefully be installed next week. Till then, it's gonna be nippy for us, but we're getting another space heater to help.
Thank you for your kind words and support, furriends. We all 'preciate it.
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Sunday, November 28, 2010
We Haz a BRRRRRRR
Sadly, we have no heat, not since Thanksgiving day. Mom says our heater developed a "cracked heat exchanger", which leads to very bad things if she keeps using it, so of course she can't.
And because our heater is 17 years old, we probably have to replace the whole thing, since they don't really make parts for it anymore. Mom says this costs a great many green papers, too. We're waiting on the noisy strangers from the heating fix it people tomorrow.
In the meantime, we've got flannel sheets, down blankets, a space heater and an electric blanket. Mom sealed up our house as tight as she could, so we're making do. And today she hung up a blanket over our bedroom doorway. We all think it looks kinda awful, but it definitely adds to the toasty factor when the space heater is on.
It's not terribly awful - Mom says it's about 58 degrees inside, and last night it got down to 31 outside.
Anyway, we hope to have some good news tomorrow. Keep your paws crossed for us, please.
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Tuesday, November 23, 2010
My Mom and I have a good system worked out - during the cold months, I take over the Spot on the bed right on the flannel sheet, tucked in between the pillows and the turned down covers. I'm the Day Shift Spot Holder; she's got the night.
Sometimes Leia hangs out with me in my Spot, but ultimately it's MY job to keep it warm. Mostly she likes sleeping in front of the window in the bedroom.
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Sunday, November 21, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Today, the sweet and wonderful Inigo leaves for the Bridge.
He fought the good fight,
but in the end it was too much to overcome.
We will miss you, Inigo, and we grieve with your family.
- Toby, Leia & Cathy
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Thursday, November 18, 2010
What, exactly, is it with hoomins? I mean, do they sit around and talk to each other about how best to annoy and frustrate their wonderful kittehs? Meanness, truly, just meanness.
Until two days ago, Leia & I enjoyed full bowls of food, whenever we wanted them. And then WHAM, they were taken away without notice. Now it's twice a day. TWICE! Seriously, people, we are going to starve!
She says it's my fault, that I'm too hefty, and she can hear my joints clicking. And that makes her feel bad, and guilty, so she's trying to fix my heft. *I* say she doesn't feel guilty ENOUGH. Does she respond to our pleas for more noms? NO! The best we get is. "well, ok, since you can't eat right now I won't have that cookie, so it's fair." Ha.
On the other paw.... we're more interested in our Stinky Goodness than before. And that seems to make her happy, since she wants us off the kibble. Something about our being hungry enough now to want to try it - see? MEANNESS!!!
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Tuesday, November 16, 2010
TIME TO CELEBRATE!!!
Sighs. Seriously, Mom? You want our space for this? Oh, all right.
She wants us to tell you how excited she is over the engagement (finally!!) of Prince William & Kate Middleton. May they have the life Princess Diana SHOULD HAVE had.
(what now, Mom? Fine - she says to say that she's not a Royal Watcher but she has always been an admirer of Princess Diana. May she rest in peace).
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Sunday, November 14, 2010
Monster Under the Covers
To the Mom -
when we play Finger Monster Under the Covers,
I bite the crap out of your hand,
I think that is ALL YOUR FAULT!
But I admit it was fun.
From the Mom -
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Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Monday, November 1, 2010
It's a great day so far! Nice, chilly weather - the kind that makes a kitteh want to climb up walls.
(I tried, really, didn't quite manage it.) Our Mom let us out for Porch Time this morning but didn't think we would want to stay out. HA! We showed her! Never underestimate the power of a kitteh's will, hoomins.
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Monday, October 25, 2010
Unhappy Mancat Monday
I am very, very hissed off this morning at my Mom. Can you believe she chased me around the house with those stupid wet wipes?? Seriously! A total violation of my mancatly dignity. Hard enough to keep that in a household with two females, anyway.
I gave her my best outraged stare when she unprovokedly attacked me, but it didn't help at all. She kept right on. Ok.. true... I did have a bit of a litterbox incident that made things a bit messy, but I swear, I was taking care of it myself.
No need to get personal, woman.
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Tuesday, October 19, 2010
My Halloween Princess
Here I am with my Halloween Princess. I'm telling you, it was love at first sniff. Mom brought her home from the distant land of "Cracker Barrel" and introduced us... wow. I was just won over right away. I stayed with her a long time, and even lounged on her skirts, as you can see. She's just so pretty and sparkly, and I've been in love ever since!
PS: Mom said to say that she asked my Princess to watch over Darth Maul. Her Princess magic-fu is much stronger than Darth's fu, she told me.
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Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Tabby Girl Tuesday
Mom, seriously, I was only trying to help this morning.
Yes, I know that was your packet of pills I was carrying away, but really.
I just like to keep our home tidy.
Ok, and maybe... just maybe... I really wanted
to play with the shiny bits too.
But I still think it was kinda uncalled for to take it away from me.
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Sunday, October 10, 2010
Furriends, there was an Evil Introoder kitteh on our Porch steps this morning. Unbelievable! We've seen this kitteh before, he/she must live around here. But it's OUR Porch and Porch steps.
Leia and I defended our territory nobly. We both got all big tailed and hissy and spitty, just like any kitteh would do. Then our Mom comes out and scolds us for being rude. SCOLDS us! Can you believe this?
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Monday, October 4, 2010
Furriends, I just don't know what to think about hoomins, do you? This weekend I was helping Mom make the bed - this is a very impawtant job, and it's a big bed - and do you think she appreciated it? Not at all!
There I was, right in the middle, holding things down. She kept insisting I move - and one point actually threw the sheet on top of me! How rude.
See if I help next time. Hmpf.
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Wednesday, September 29, 2010
We need everyone to keep Inigo in their bestest, most special purrayers.
He's simply not feeling well these days. Please go visit his family.
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Saturday, September 25, 2010
Toby in the Tub
Look, Mom, I hang out in the bathtub, ok? Don't act like it's a big shock to pull back the curtain and see me there. I have things to do here - lots of them. I contemplate life, chase bugs, maybe a nap or two - y'know, impawtant stuff.
It's my house too. I can be in the bathtub if I want. And don't even think about getting me wet! I know you've thought it. I've seen you thinking it.
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Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Good Byes Are Hard
We haz another big sad today. Our good furriend, Sniffie, had to go to the Bridge yesterday. Her family is very sad, so please go visit them and leave comforting thoughts and nosetaps.
Sniffie, you left this earth too early. You will be greatly missed, though we are happy that we knew you while you were here.
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Thursday, September 16, 2010
There are some very cool things happening in the Kitteh World, furriends:
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Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Good afternoon, furriends! My the Mom came home for lunch today, and we had a chat. About Toby, the Great Orange One, aka the One Who Sometimes Sits On Me.
She agreed with me that I am a very sweet, good, gorgeous kitteh who doesn't get into trouble, but that I could totally wallop Toby if I wanted to. I've done it before - she's seen me do it. Never underestimate us sweet ones. We still have a good measure of bristliness in us when we need it.
Mostly I let Toby act like a silly boy kitteh because it's just easier. He gets sulky and whiny if I don't. But I will keep that glow in the dark butt in line when he needs it!
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Saturday, September 4, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Koko Needs Help
We visited Sparkle's place yesterdy and read about a kitteh in desperate need of a rescue, so we're helping get the word out. Click here to get the details.
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Wednesday, August 18, 2010
We Have a Big Sad
Furriends, please join us in mourning the passing of our good friend, Fat Eric. He went to the Bridge on Monday. We're actually pretty shocked. We knew he had medical problems but thought he was stable. However, his condition rapidly deteriorated, so his people spared him a painful death, sending him gently on his way. And for that, we are grateful.
Our hearts go out to his people. We loved Eric's beautiful, floofy pictures and his silly, sweet ways. It will be hard not to get any more posts from him. God bless you, our friend, until the day we meet again.
- Toby, Leia and Cathy
Breaking News: Koko Needs Help
We just visited Sparkle's place and read about a kitteh in desperate need of a rescue, so we're helping get the word out. Click here to get the details. Eric, please forgive us for putting this on your memorial post, but time is running out, and we know you'd be very pleased to have helped save this beautiful girl.
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Monday, August 16, 2010
Turning My Back on Everything
Furriends, I am just not happy today. My morning was very traumatic. I can't even talk about it, so I'm turning this over to my Mom.
The Mom: Toby went in for a check up today. Last year he went to a different vet who said he had pancreatitis, which of course was very upsetting. This year's vet is a much better diagnostician; she compared this morning's bloodwork to last year's. Toby does not and has never had pancreatitis. He does have a very sensitive stomach, which he's always had. The previous elevated levels were due to his stress over the stray kittens we were fostering.
However, he gained almost four pounds from last year. I was shocked to hear that. I thought we were doing so well on the Evo, and both cats did lose weight. Which he obviously gained back, and then some. He's now 22.5 pounds. The vet is researching the best option for both weight loss and sensitive tummies.
But, I'm just so very grateful that he doesn't have a terrible illness!!! Toby did have a tough visit; he was so scared. He's just a cat who is sensitive all over.
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Wednesday, August 4, 2010
PS: The Darth Maul toy did arrive. It's tiny; it has good smells; but the Mom won't let us play with it! No bunny-kicking for us. Unfair. But we're still keeping an eye on it in case it tries to eat the stuffed animals.
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Thursday, July 29, 2010
File Under: Our the Mom Is Insane
Furriends, we just don't know what to think. Our Mom LUFFS Darth Maul and she found this online. We really think she might bring it into the house... like we don't have enough of her stuff here as it is. WE think he's a little bit ebil looking; she thinks it's one of the cutest things she's ever seen. We've even heard a SQUEEE or two. Which should only ever be heard when looking at cute kitteh pics.
And she thinks we're crazy....
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Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Semi Sorta Werdless Wednesday
It's 7:30 am already.
Isn't it time for you to leave so I can sleep now?
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Monday, July 26, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Good moring, furriends! It's way too hot here; we're only able to get Porch Time in the early morning for a few minutes. Mom says the "heat index" was at 110 yesterday. We're not sure what that means, but we do know it means HOT HOT HOT!!
Anyway, Mom was telling me last night how much she luffs my tummy floof. She loves the shading - I've got white, black, gray and cinnamon all mixing together. Then she always wants to snorgle my floof! Hoomins. The things we kittehs must endure.
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Thursday, July 22, 2010
The Rest of the Story
Dear Furriends, we haz a confession to make: we aren't really the snuggle bunnies that yesterday's picture hints at. Our the Mom has a lot of pictures of us hanging tight with each other like that, but it's not affection - we were really banding together against cousin Max.
Max and his the Mom lived with us for a few months; he's not a mean dog but he's a Yorkie, and they LUFF to chase and bark at things. Like innocent kittehs. Like us.
Now, Max has gone back to Florida, and we have returned to our usual ways. Leia would snuggle with me all day long if I let her, but I need to be a free ranging mancat, can't be tied down to one ladycat. (Mom's note: free ranging inside the house only).
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Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
Friday, July 16, 2010
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Patches Needs a Home
There's a beautiful tortie girl in GA who desperately needs a home before the end of July. Click here for more details. The DailyGs have the full story. Please pass on the word however you can, in the hopes someone will be able to adopt this kitten.
SHE'S BEEN ADOPTED!!! Everybody make with the WOOOO!! and the HOOOO!!!!
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Thursday, July 8, 2010
Dear the Mom,
A-hem. We haz something important to discuss with you regarding our litter boxes. We appreciate when you clean them out. However - it is NOT necessary for you to use words like "Stinky Makers" to describe the fragrances we leave behind.
Or to sing the "Stinky Stinky Stinky" song when you do clean them out. That's especially rude.
Toby & Leia
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Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Monday, July 5, 2010
The Kitteh Who Came Before
Today we're going to remember the Cat Who Came Before, Yasmina. She came into the Mom's life at the vet clinic where she worked. Mina was an eight week old tot who was abandoned by her former hoomins there. She went in for the first set of shots and just never got picked up again.
Even as a kitten, Mina was intensely regal. She didn't play... didn't chase jingly balls... ignored the danglies with supreme disdain. She did develop an interest in hanging out with the Mom's baby niece in the baby crib - or maybe it was the baby bottle that attracted her. (No, this was not encouraged and eventually Mina stopped). And she always had the softest fur imaginable. Mom swears she's never felt anything else like it.
Sadly, she developed this thing called "cystitis" at an early age and had to always be on the special foods. And there was a lifelong tendency to pee in the wrong places, but Mom says she just accepted it as part of the Mina package since nothing she tried fixed that (and is extremely grateful that neither Leia or I have this habit).
Mom tells us stories about her sometimes. Mina was an amazing cat, beautiful, soft and intelligent, but she didn't play well with others. When she was fifteen years old, she had to be helped to the Bridge.
And that is the story of the Kitteh Who Came Before.
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Saturday, July 3, 2010
A New Toy
Looky!! This is our newest toy from Cat Faeries. It just arrived yesterday. It's a 9 inch twig with leaves, with primo nip, AND it makes a pawsome crinkly sound when we attack it. Purrrfect for bunny kicking, too.
Mom opened it up and called out - first to arrive gets it first. That was me!! Here I am, taking it under the bed so Toby couldn't steal it from me. He did get his turn later though.
PS: This is a tricky weekend for a lot of us kittehs (and woofies). Lots of noisy things will happen tonight and mostly tomorrow night. We plan on finding a nice, cozy place under the bed or maybe in the closet to hide.
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Friday, July 2, 2010
Here are are, about a squillion years ago. Neither of us anywhere near to a year old, learning to play with each other. Now, when I first came to live with my Mom, there was already a kitteh in residence - Yasmina. Mom says she was a royal, regal Empress of All Kittehs kind of cat - all I know is, she was a little bit scary. (Mina went to the Bridge before Leia came here).
I had the Mom all to myself for about a month, then she brought home ANOTHER KITTEH. Even though I was very young, I didn't take kindly to this ....this... intrusion. This was MY house. But Mom didn't listen to me at all on this issue, and thus Leia stayed. And she's still here, about five years later. Hmpf. - Toby
I never met the Great Yasmina, but I have heard many stories about her. But I did need a home desperately. I lived at the Stabby Place for awhile, in a PTU on the counter. Many people looked at me, and one even took me home, but brought me back after one weekend. She already had lots of kittehs and woofies, and it all scared me very much. So much that I kinda lost my head, bit the woman, ran up the curtains. And then Mom came, and adopted me, and loved me. Toby still lets me know every so often that he wants to be a one-cat home, but mostly we get along ok. And I don't let him get to me anyway. - Leia
PS: Sammy the Meezer is having his dental surgery today. Please purray for him!!!
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Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
The Aliens Did It.....
We have an impawtant public announcement to make!
Everybody know Sammy, the Meezer? Well, clearly he's become too good at knowing the aliens' secrets, cuz they did something to him! Something MEAN! He has a poor, hurty mouth now, and we're convinced it's on account of them.
But maybe not... either way, he's gotta go to the Stabby Place next week for some dental surgery. And his the Mom could sure use a few extra green papers to help them get through this. So if you have any to spare, there's a Tip Jar on their blog. If not, purrayers would certainly be very welcome too.
Thanks, furriends. You're all good eggs. Which is a bit odd since you're kittehs but...
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Sunday, June 27, 2010
Our First Blogoversary
Guess what? We just passed our very first year of blogging!
Wow. We began June 23 of last year.
We've had so much fun here, making new furriends,
learning lots of new stuff, having a great time.
We want to thank everyone who visits us!
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Thursday, June 24, 2010
Toby, Toby, Toby (shakes head sadly).
You're in trouble AGAIN. What did he do, you ask? I'll tell you...
He JUMPED ON THE STOVE this morning.
Happily it was off and cold but can you imagine if it wasn't?
Why? He wanted the Mom's attention and
she was wrestling with the garbage can. He's an impatient Orange Cat, for sure.
Anyway, she got very upset and scolded him, and he
went off and sulked for awhile.
Reporting to you live -
the good kitteh,
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Monday, June 21, 2010
T.S. Eliot "The Naming of Cats"
The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn't just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
First of all, there's the name that the family use daily,
Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James,
Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey -
All of them sensible every day names.
There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter,
Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames:
Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter -
But all of them sensible everyday names.
But I tell you, a cat needs a name that's particular,
A name that's peculiar, and more dignified,
Else how can be keep up his tail perpendicular,
Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?
Of names of this kind, I can you a quorum,
Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat,
Such as Bombalurina or else Jellylorum -
Names that never belong to more than one cat.
But above and beyond there's still one more name left over,
And that is the name that you never will guess;
The name that no human research can discover -
But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name.
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The Princess on her Throne
Mom calls this my "Pillow Throne".
It's where I like to sleep on the big bed. It's a good spot;
I can see the door and keep watch on my
Mom and Toby while they sleep. And, of course, rule the rest of the house.
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