It's Thursday

Meh. 

It's soggy and warm here. Not much going on with us.

Anybody having fun out there?

How.... WHY?

Our Mom is very impressed with this demonstration of fine feline flexibility.

Also confused. She can see the how - barely - though she would
NEVER have thought it would be done.

It's the WHY that really confuses her.

WE know the answer, but we're not telling.
There must be some mystery between kittehs and KittehMoms.

PS: This is NOT our Toby! We're strictly indoor folks.
Mom say this pic was on the Interwebz.

The Life of Leia

I'm a very busy lady kitteh. Mom is always saying so. It's true - I do have a lot to do.

I'm very active with my toys. They require constant biting, chewing, bunnykicking and pummeling. I do nap a lot, but not nearly as much as the Great Orange Behemoth. We're lucky if HE moves at all.

I also pull a lot of guard and monitoring duty. I'm the one who checks for Ebil Introoders and strange noises. I patrol the premises here, making sure that all squirrels are watched carefully. And bugs in the house? Forget getting by my keen eye, wigglers. I've got a paw ready to stamp down on your insectarian foolishness. Be warned! I show no mercy!

And then there's the other thing. Mom swears it's true, but she's never seen me at it..  and I won't tell. No kitteh ever would, but she's convinced I'm one of the Fae. That I teleport to visit my friends and relatives there. That I can see things here that no one else can, because sometimes I get crazy for no reason. Well, Toby can (maybe, I'm not saying definitively, you understand) but he won't put out the energy.

PS: We're very excited about Thursday. Miss Sparkle is answering a request for advice from our furriend Quill over at Housecat Confidential. We can't wait! Tune in, kittehs.

BREAKING NEWS!!

Our Mom was out early this morning getting breakfast

and on the way back - she saw a BOBCAT!

He was drinking from a puddle.

She said he didn't even look up when 

she drove right by him.

We're all very excited about this.

PS: We live in the city, not the country.

Midnight Madness

Yes, Mom, it WAS neccessary to yak on the bed.

At 12:20 am.

Four times.

No, it doesn't bother me a bit that you had to replace the bedding.

At 12:20 am.

I'm rather proud of my efforts.

PS: Speaking of proud - did everyone see Harley's Yak Attack over at Daisy's blog? 

WOW! Were we ever impressed. 

Tabby Tuesday

Furriends, we luff laundry days. 

That's one thing our hoomin is very good at doing - 

making our blankies all nice and clean smelling. 

We both just got our favs all washed and 

put back on our beds. :)

Time for a nice long nap! 

ZZZzzzzzz

The Wrong Kind of Excitement

Toby:
Furriends, we luff exciting events - squirrel and bird watching, leaf chasing through the window, a good game of Chase the Red. We DON'T like 5 am visits from men in big boots and scary outfits, with trucks and flashing lights.

PS: That pee wasn't mine. No matter what any(Mom) tells you, it wasn't. Maybe it was Leia. Or Not Me. Not Me does a lot of naughty things. (Why do girls never get blamed for random pee??)

MOM:
Everything turned out ok. I woke up to a strong burning smell in our bedroom. No smoke. The Fire Dept's best guess was that the AC unit's belt temporarily slipped.

This situation was like a mini emergency response drill. I got Toby in his carrier easily, but Leia went UTB, and I just couldn't get to her. One carrier required my stepladder to get to. I'd say we failed, but luckily there were no consequences.

The cats are still obviously distressed, but recovering. My landlord was in the house earlier today, and possibly AC technicians, and they really dislike anything that disturbs their peaceful home. (So do I).

So now I have a list in my head for the future: have both carriers immediately available in the closet. Block off UTB access permanently (this will not be popular). The trickiest part is Leia. How can I maneuver her into a safe place for easy access? She's fast and slippery and DESPISES being grabbed.

I'm very open to suggestions, but right now my best idea is to create a disguised den from a dog crate behind the bed. If I can convince her that's the new safe hiding place, I can just shut the door and get her out safely. Best if they are both in there.

Here's hoping that none of us will need to know how we'll do in our Emergency Response.