Finally Friday

Woo!! Another week is gone... stick a fork in it, it is D.O.N.E. !!!

 

Recently I've expanded my lounging spots to include this extremely convenient location. This is right in front of the stairs; I can monitor both the upstairs and downstairs from this site, listen for promising kitchen sounds (right behind me), dart into the downstairs facilities (10 paw steps away), AND keep a watchful eye on my bestest 'nip toy. It prefers to hang out right in front of the first stair step. Bit of a creature of habit, that one.

Mom, being a Mom, placed this kitteh blankie here to make me more comfy. You know they just can't help themselves, they are always trying to improve stuff for us. When she left for work today, this is the picture she took.

PS: Auntie saw this picture and said I had.. had... BUN legs! As if! I ain't no rabbit, folks.

Wordless Wednesday

Mancat Monday

Mom asked me to pose with stuff again. Since it's been awhile, I graciously agreed.

And promptly wished I hadn't. Seriously Mom? You spent your our hard earned green papers on.... on... medieval themed rubber duckies?? Holy Furminator, why?!

Oh.. ok... she said she actually didn't spend any real green papers, the company sent her a promotional gift card (none of us have any idea why). I guess we can live with that.

 

But even Leia thinks this was weird. 

PS: Mom forgot to add the very ending of my Fix It Day story last week. I came home that night, exhausted, sore, and scared. And I have to admit I smelled pretty bad, because I did wee in the PTU. Well, I was just a little guy, after all. Anyway, Mom wanted to clean me up, but all I wanted was to climb into her hair, put my front legs around her neck and just sleep. Which I did for about an hour.

So I guess.. yeah... if she wants me to pose with a few silly things, I can manage that.

Looking for Opinions

Our Mom's brother adopted two kittehs in need from a friend.

This is Aurora. They've been told these are Sealpoint Siamese, but

our Mom was wondering if they are truly purebeds.

Merely a question of idle curiousity, but we're wondering if any

of our furriends might know?

Finally Friday

We can tell you, Mom is doing the happy dance in THIS house.

What are WE doing? Umm...

A whole lot of this, of course!

Yesterday, we visited Summer's blog and read about the supremely stupid, highly biased "study" some researcher did about hoomins, cats and dogs. It was unflattering, unfair and untrue!, with regards to cats. So we have a message for that "researcher", which we believe reflects the opinion of most, if not all, felines in the Cat Blogosphere:

Kiss. This.

- Sincerely, cats everywhere

Story Time On World Spay Day

We're very strong supporters of being fixed in THIS house. For oh so many reasons. We would luff to live in a world where people are fighting over puppies and kittens, because there are so few.

Leia was spayed before we even brought her home from the Stabby Place to be my companion. She was living there waiting for someone to adopt her. Mom didn't want her to even meet me until her operation, since *I* wasn't fixed yet (too young).

And now, here's my story - which we don't think we've ever shared - about MY Fix It Day when I was oh so tender in months, but old enough. Mom made the appointment, denied me noms - meanie! - and took me in, protesting. BUT I had a fever that day! Ha. They couldn't snip me! I was very pleased with myself.

Until I went back two days later, and the snipping was successfully done. Mouses!

Mom's note: I swear he did it on purpose. No sign of illness at all, EXCEPT that morning when they took his temperature. But that's Toby for you.

Caturday Art - Destroyed!

Can you believe this? Recently Mom bought this new thing - it's a carpet spotcleaner with power brushes. And it removes stuff like our yaks - all of it! She plugs it in and in just a few short minutes, clean carpet.

This is not fair. We work hard to produce this stuff, y'know, we really can't approve her thoughtless actions.

Hmpf.