Happy New Year!!!

We want to wish all of our furriends and their families the happiest new year imaginable.

2014 was a long year, wasn't it? We had some very sad losses, and we know there are quite a few out in the Kitteh Blogosphere struggling with health problems, finances and other issues.

But we're gonna bet 2015 is gonna be THAT year - the one that stands out as full of miracles, wonders and amazingly good things. We're going to look back this time next year and go - WOW! That was amazing. Let's do it again, 2016!!

For us all.

With much love and pawhugs, your furriends from the Whiskeratti -
Leia (yes, I am still the pretty, pretty Princess)
Toby (still got the Orange Behemoth thing covered)

and the mom, aka Cathy to other hoomins, still proud to be the Chief PawServant

Know What It's Like When...

.... you just can't sleep? So tired, heavy eyes, but can't manage to drift off?

Yeah, me neither. I don't believe any feline has ever had a wakeful problem.

EXCEPT - when the Mom does!

I like to sleep next to her on the pillows. This is great.

Until she wakes up, can't go back to sleep, and sees me and goes "awwww CUDDLE KITTEH!!"

And this morning, to crown the indignity and irritation, she TAKES PICTURES. Here I am, especially tired because I've already had my 30 minutes of waking time between the long sleeping times and clearly, I'm ready for more sleep time.

Furriends, we hope you have a great Monday and New Year's. And that your 'rents let you get all the sleep you wish!


PS: Flynn, you are still in our purrayers today. 

Purrayers for Flynn

Our very good furriend, Flynn, is having some real difficulties today.
Please go by and visit his family. PS: please start eating!!

Leia Speaks!

Happy After-Chrissymouse, furriends! We hope everyone had and is still having a wonderful time.

I want to show off my beautiful little legs and feetsies today:

Now, on to my official post: Toby has designated me his Spokeskitteh for the day. He's up in the kitteh loft now, doesn't really want to talk to anyone. Not that I blame him!

Mom took him into the Stabby Place this morning. Again. 6th time this year. 6!!! Can you believe it? She was getting suspicious of his anal glands. And turns out, she was right. One side fine, one side was not fine. The vet dealt with it, and wants him to return in 3 months to see how it's going.

This is what Toby thought of everyone today. Including, maybe especially, Mom.

I Am Not a Kitten!!

Now, you'd THINK Mom would know that by now. I mean, I passed my 10th birthday sometime back in October (how fitting that an orange cat should be born in the most orange month, right?) but no.

She still treats me like I'm 10 weeks old, not 10 years old. It's so undignified.

This morning she was getting ready to go out to whatever she does during the day. I'm laying on the floor - comfortably, i might add. She keeps passing around me, but hey, there's lots of room. And I'm snoozing away... until she grabs me, picks me up and carries me to the bed.

What the FLUFF, Mom? I was happy there. I let her know I wasn't happy about this move; I hissed at her. Quite frightening, I thought. She didn't seem to notice. I get no respect!

Anyway, I did stay on the bed because well, I was there now, but went over to the far side, and gave her my best outraged glower. She thought it was cute.

I give up. Totally disgusted, furriends.

A Chrissymouse Hedgehog

Mom says everyone needs a Chrissymouse Hedgie in the lives. 

We would beg to differ... but she didn't ask us!

And he grunts - technically he's a DOG toy.

She brought home a DOG toy. It's really for her, 

she thought he was adorable.

PLEASE get the hedgie away from me! Thank you.

I am trying to nap here.

Well, Mr Penguin will take Hedgie under his flipper

and get him settled into the SAC (Stuffie Animal Community).

Mr Penguin

I'd like to introduce y'all to my good furriend, Mr Penguin. Here we are, just finished up with a long chat about... stuff. Secret stuff, really. Sometimes I feel a bit crowded by all the womenfolk here, so I hang out with him.

He's pretty cool, and very versatile. He also speaks for the stuffed animal community here. Oh, yes, there are others, but he's the best conversationalist. And at night, he doubles as a Dream Lite, putting stars on the ceiling for Mom. She's happy, I'm happy, we're all happy.

Happy weekend!

Wordless Wednesday

Sunday Not So Easy

I am very unhappy with my Mom - I mean, my Chief Paw Servant. Although right now I am seriously considering terminating her services!

She caught me in.... um..... the litterbox, in a VERY private position. Since when does royalty put up with being SPIED ON, I ask you? She came back to tidy the box and discovered that while I'd assumed the position, I hadn't produced anything.

(for all you kitten tots out there, not much can send a Mom into a tizzy faster than that. Trust me.)

After that, she held me down and forced this sticky stuff on my paws. Of course I had to clean all that off. I actually like this stuff - same as she gave Toby awhile back when he was having difficulties - but she smeared it on my nice, clean furs. Takes ages to deal with this properly. And don't think I gave her permission for that, either.

As if that wasn't bad enough, about an hour later.... everyone out there except maybe the tots can guess what happened next. Well, at least she's happy now, even if I'm not. This whole thing was soooo embarrassing. A real invasion of privacy!

Hmpf.

Looky!

They did all kinds of horrible things to me at the Stabby Place on Friday - they poked me with sharp needles, made me all sleepy so they could do Ceiling Cat only knows what while I couldn't even move, made me look all funny and goofy in that pic Mom took - thanks Mom, for that! - but the worst thing they did....

they took my furs!! My handsome orange furs! Part of my leg is nekkid - in the middle of winter, too. Sure I'm an indoor only cat, that's not the point!

I want my furs back! GIVE THEM BACK!