Working

Hoomins think we kittehs have nothing to do. That's so wrong. We haz many impawtant responsibilities. See us in this picture? We're colloborating on our blog posts. We're also trying to hack into our Mom's bank account to get green papers for... ohhh.. never mind. :) Can't give away all our secrets, in case she reads this.


PS: Baby Patches and her Mom need a bit of help from the CB. Details here.

Toby Tummy Tuesday

Here I am!

In all my orange glory.

I Haz Suspicions....

My furriends, I'm not sure what to think. I've always thought my Mom was a pretty good egg but lately, I've started thinking maybe she is being a bit... ohhhh.... what is that hoomin word - sarcastic?

Like this afternoon, she was teasing me about being awake for my one hour. Sure I like to sleep a lot. It makes me happy. So what's wrong with that?

Makes me wonder what else she's been sarcastic about....

So how about y'all? Any of you have an experience like this?

- Toby

The Princess on Her Throne

Mom calls this my Princess throne.
Which it is, I suppose, since if I'm on the bed, I'm on this.

And I am sooo definitely a Princess.

Pudding to the Rescue

This is a wonderful story we wanted to share, if you haven't already seen it. This is Pudding, a 21 pound long hair ginger mankitteh. He was just adopted, with his best furriend, from the shelter when he saved his new hoomin's life. The same day, mind you!

Click here for the details.

Our Mom has always known that kittehs are special, and capable of amazing things. (Ok, woofies too.)

The Tiny Meow

Nothing quite gets a Mom like the Tiny Meow.
It works like this: look up at her with the most innocent
look you can imagine. Big eyes, the works.
Then barely open your mouth and let out the
tiniest meow you can make. Barely more than a squeak.

And just listen to the SQUEEEEs!!!! roll in.