Saturday, April 29, 2017

Happy Caturday - and Welcome to Our Roundtable Discussion

Happy Caturday to all!

We welcome you all to our discussion today. The topic:

Scritches - Two Handed or One?

Now, that seems obvious - two is always better, right? 
I mean, when your hoomin's other hand is always busy doing something else,
like her phone or petting that other kitteh who lives with you and should really be waiting her turn beccause everyone knows YOU are the special one here,
isn't that super annoying?

The attention should be all about ME - I mean, you.


Sometimes, I've noticed anyway, while the two handed thing is utter bliss,
it can get a bit... overwhelming. And then maybe you want to get just a lil bit bitey.

What do you think?

Comments are OPEN.

Snacks and niptinis to follow.

Monday, April 17, 2017

Mancat Monday


Do you want to know a secret?

Do you??

Leia: I do !

Come closer....

Just a little closer...

And here it is: It's Monday!!

MOL! I didn't say it was a good secret, did I?

Have a great week, furriends.

Leia: I feel so cheated.

Sunday, April 16, 2017

The Bridge Has a New Queen

A very dear furriend, Queen Nellie, has passed over. 

We cherished the time we got to spend with her,
and visiting her blog was always a wonderful experience.

She lived a long, full life, and her mom loved her very much. 

But, we still hurt here today.

Please go visit her mom if you can.

Friday, April 7, 2017

He Meow'd, She Meow'd, Mom's Mad

We want to wish all our furriends a most wonderful weekend.

Ok, so DON'T BELIEVE ANYTHING you are about to read. I mean it. It wasn't me. I.. uhhh.. I'm pretty sure it was Not Me, posing as my orange clone. Really, look at this sweet face, would I do anything bad, like EVER???

Ha. Our furriends are TOO SMART to fall for that line, orange beastie boy. 

So here is what happened - yesterday I was all
happy and content and snuggled into my little house.
The one that fits me purrfectly, and was a gift from my Brody. Toby comes marching over and ATTACKS me! He even tore apart my house (mom had to go into the remodeling business to fix it), and chased me under the bed. Meanie. Naturally, Mom stepped in to save me.

Toby: I was defending my territory. There was an ebil introoder kitteh out there! Oh wait, that wasn't me, that was Not Me Orange Clone. But I was the one who saw the introoder, so somewhere along the line N M O C took over...   ::sees the frosty stares of two females::  err.... umm.... I think I need to go... do some- (Toby dashes off to safety in an undisclosed location).

Mom's turn:
Unfortunately, there are some outside cats that roam here. A really beautiful black cat hangs out nearby, and he/she stopped to see Toby behind the sliding glass door. I came in, the other cat ran, Toby was full of a bad case of redirected aggression. And sought out my tiny Leia, who is less than half his size. With the help of a pillow, I get him out of the bedroom so she can recover herself. But he's still mad, and unsure what to do with his furry fury, and I'm mad because he attacked Leia with no warning.  He literally ran into the living room to find her so he could beat her up. 

None of us had a good morning.