Amen!

"If purring could be encapsulated, it'd be the
most powerful anti-depressant
on the pharmaceutical market. "

-- Alexis F. Hope

That Mysterious Dot

We've heard rumors of this happening to other kittehs. That red dot - y'know, the one that moves very fast and disappears - is HERE. At our house. We never, ever thought it would come here but it has.

We WILL catch this thing. So far it's been just out of the reach of our paws, but furriends, we are determined.

Mr. Red Dot, you have finally met your match!!

Leia Friday

I hear there's a rumor going around that I laughed at my big, orange Snuggle Bear.
Would I really do such a thing?......

YES!!!!!!! MOL!!!!!

VIOLATED!!

Furriends, you will not believe what my hoomin did to me. There I was, just relaxing on this beautiful Caturday morning, minding my own business, when she grabs me and stuffs me into the PTU (let me remind you of how ugly and girly it is, too!) and puts me in the stupid car.

Do I look like I want to go for a car ride to you? Really???

Oh, and it's cold out there. She had to take me from my nice toasty warm home and stick me in a cold car and DRIVE? Anyway, we get there and it goes fast, I guess... We met a girl kitteh there with my name, which was weird, but Mom says a girl can be called Toby too. And there was a great big German Sheppard woofie who didn't want to go back there anymore than I did.

The Stabber at the Stabby Place said I was in good shape, though she had to clean my ears out. Oh and... I'll have to watch this... they started talking about my weight. I am a wonderful 22 pounds, so what is wrong with that, I ask you? But it's never good when the 'rent and the Stabber start talking weight, guys. Just not good at all.

And the worst part? I think Leia is laughing at me for having to go. RATS!

Meowwy Chrissymouse!!

Happy Chrissymouse to all our furriends & their families.

- Leia, Toby & Cathy

Time for a Break

Well, it's time for a break, Mom says.
We'll be back eventually.

Keep your hoomins hopping, furriends!

-Leia & Toby

The War Continues

Furriends, the War on Fleas is not going as well as we'd hoped. Our initial strategy was progressing very nicely, but the enemy regrouped and struck back. So now we've entered the trenches to duke it out.

Mom is determined that we will emerge victorious, so she's been adding to our arsenal with daily vaccuming, mopping of hard floors, flea combing multiple times every day. She's stripped our house of as many hiding/laying egg places as possible: pillows, drapes, heavy bedding. Anywhere and everywhere the nasty buggers can hide, we're hitting them.

Wanna hang out in a crevice? No problem! She's got cleaning attachments for that. Entrenching your bitey little butts in the furry blankie? Just try it. It's being washed and tucked away in plastic till this is over.

We do draw the line at chemical warfare, except for Advantage. Mom gets the heebie jeebies over chemicals. She's so worried we might get poisoned or something.

PS: We're sending out very strong purrayers for Ginger and family. He has some medical issues.