Moms = Buzz Kill

Yeah, yeah, we know today is Mom's Day.

But still... here is my story.

Mom has been finding Q tips on the floor lately; a bit chewed up on the ends. She thought I was raiding the bathroom garbage - as IF!! Ewwww!!! Seriously, I have standards!

And by the way, how did she know it was me anyway?? She never saw me, not once. I'd swear to that.  

But I'm feline, I keep my secrets. Sadly, today, she figured it out. Whenever she opens the storage closet for bathroom things, I love to investigate and jump up into a shelf. The same one where the Q Tips are kept.

She saw that today and the lightbulb went on ... apparently hoomins need that to figure anything out. And of course she moved them out of my reach.

MOUSES!

PS : Happy freakin' Mom's Day.

Moving Day Draws Nearer....

Is this not a sad sight? Boxes everywhere and an unhappy ladykitteh.

Some of our stuff went over tonight, too. 

But at least I have a fairly pawsome box top to sit in.

It's Official

We are moving. Mouses!!!! Mom sat down with us last night and explained. She said it's a much nicer place, bigger, actually energy efficient - she says that means we won't be so cold in the winter - and it has stairs we can run up and down.

We're not happy about this. At all. But we know she's doing this anyway.

But...... there is a surprise for us - what she's calling a Kitteh Loft. (Don't tell her, since she apparently doesn't realize this, but it's really just the attic refinished). It doesn't have a window, so we don't know how much we're actually going to use it but we will take it under consideration and get back to you.

Monday Begins

Mom calls this my "bed fur" look. 

*I* call it rude. Can't a guy have a nice long nap without having 

to wake up every five minutes to make sure every fur is in purrfect order??

That's what the time BETWEEN naps is for.

Any civilized purrson knows this.

Sunday Suspicions

Dear furriends... we are concerned here at Chez Whiskeratti.

Very concerned.

We were enjoying a late Caturday evening together. Quiet, nothing much going on, just all relaxed and shedding everywhere. Normal stuff. And then..

Mom starts putting stuff in boxes.

Oh no. No no no. It doesn't mean - it can't mean - can it?

Wordless Wednesday

Hoppy Easter!

to our all our furriends.

Also, this is a Cautionary Tail. See the picture? 

With me having this silly thing on my head? 

Yeah, this is how low the pawparrazzi will stoop. 

I was distracted, you understand, there was a woofie 

about I had to keep an eye on.

Don't let this happen to you!