Emergency Purrayers Needed

Our good furriend Whitey from the Daily Gs has become very ill.
Today he's getting a feeding tube inserted.

Please go by and visit his Mom, if you haven't already.

Update, Mar. 2:

Sweet Whitey has passed.
It's a very sad day in the CB.

Oh Holy Ceiling Cat

She did it. She finally did it!
Our Mom put us on a diet!!!
NOOOOOO!!!!

The Mom: They are actually doing very well with restricted food. I don't leave it out during the day or all night anymore, but I do let it stay down for a couple of hours in the evening, and as much time as I can before work. And they really love the red dot, but Toby spends more time watching it than playing with it. Leia will run herself ragged trying to catch it.

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