Wordless Wednesday

Caturday Is Here!

And just as soon as we find Toby, ours will commence!

 

 

 

Mom wanted me to explain the fried chick-hen: She started that when I was

sick last fall and didn't want to eat. She was willing to offer me anything I'd take.

 

Once that got started, I didn't want it to stop. And of course

Leia discovered the nom-iness of it and had to have her share too.

 

So now it's tradition. It's a kind of profit sharing, really.

 

- Toby 

Finally Friday

Two words, kids:

 

Fried chick-hen.

Kittehs in the Store!

Mom had to go to a local trophy shop today for her work. And she was THRILLED to find:

 Barney, Team Lead

AND:

 

Girl Kitteh Trouble, his Associate in Training. 

Here they are discussing some professional issues:

Mom had no idea they lived here and was THRILLED to see them. We hear she did all kinds of squealing and couldn't even keep her mind on the reason she went there in the first place.

We think purrhaps a bit TOO thrilled. Just sayin'.

Mom's New Dish

 

So Mom's boss went to Spain - wayyyyyyyy far away from here, we're told - on a family vacation and brought back a souvenir for the office ladies. Here I am, doing my duty, checking things out.

 

 

Leia is checking it out too. It smells... interesting.

Our Poor Ears!

Mom wanted to show off my beauteous tummy furs. This shot doesn't quite do me justice but we decided to post it anyway. I'm a trifle more difficult to photograph than the Great Orange One.

In other news....

Furriends, you would NOT believe the Very Bad Words we heard this morning. Nearly seared our innocent kitteh ears right off. Really, Mom ought to know better.

Burning her thumb on the thing she calls a "flat iron" for her hair is simply no excuse.

We're both traumatized by this... unfortunate... experience.

PS: Sometime this month I turned 11 years old! We're not exactly sure what day. 

Wordless Wednesday

Monday, Monday

It's a new week, furriends. Mom is just so.... thrilled. Really. She told us so.

She bought a new rug to replace the old one this weekend... we aren't talking about what happened to that one (again).... and she asked me to model it for our bloggie. I obliged because I am a gentleman mankitteh - sometimes - but I'm not all that fond of it. Liked the old one much better. Even if this one is very soft and very fluffy.

And here I am, continuing with my household responsibilities:

I'm told this is where the green papers live, so I am guarding it. We wouldn't want anything to happen to it, would we? How else would we get our noms and treats and stuff?

Happy week, furriends.

Finally Friday - Treat Jar Edition

Happy Finally Friday, and welcome Caturday, to all our furriends.

And now... first the box:

A fine box, but a trifle small, even for Tiny Tabby Girl.

Ta da!!!! the Main Event: One treat jar.

We won a gift certificate for 4 Paws Pottery, from the contest the Island Cats had. After careful consultation, we helped Mom pick out this beautiful jar. We can purrrsonally attest that 4 Paws Pottery does great work and hope that you will visit them too.

Thank you, Wally, Ernie & Zoey !!!

Caught!!

Mouses!

Mom usually comes home for lunch, but it's often a quick pop in and out. NORMALLY she doesn't come upstairs to find us cuz she's in a hurry. But twice recently she did that and found us doing our best snuggle bunny routine. The second day - this one - she brought her camera with her. Just in case.

I'm a tough mancat - what is this doing for my rep?? And she took a PICTURE! I don't care what you see here, I don't like snuggling with Leia at all. I only do it cuz... cuz.... umm.....

MOUSES!

We Are So Excited!

We won the 4 Paws Pottery prize from The Island Cats contest yesterday! We're so happy, we luff winning stuff and this is a really nice prize, too. Thank you guys! Our Mom has already picked out a pawsome treat jar for us.

Also, we heard that Baby Patches is having a great sale at her Nip and Bones store, so we wanted to pass on the meow about this. Our furriend Summer has all the details in her post today. We're gonna head over and see 'bout those floppy fishies.

And lastly... oh my Ceiling Cat... Mom says THAT TIME of the year is almost upon us. When things get very, very loud. UTB is always a good place to be on that day.

Hang on to your tails, kittehs.