Wordless Wednesday

Caturday Is Here!

And just as soon as we find Toby, ours will commence!

 

 

 

Mom wanted me to explain the fried chick-hen: She started that when I was

sick last fall and didn't want to eat. She was willing to offer me anything I'd take.

 

Once that got started, I didn't want it to stop. And of course

Leia discovered the nom-iness of it and had to have her share too.

 

So now it's tradition. It's a kind of profit sharing, really.

 

- Toby 

Finally Friday

Two words, kids:

 

Fried chick-hen.

Kittehs in the Store!

Mom had to go to a local trophy shop today for her work. And she was THRILLED to find:

 Barney, Team Lead

AND:

 

Girl Kitteh Trouble, his Associate in Training. 

Here they are discussing some professional issues:

Mom had no idea they lived here and was THRILLED to see them. We hear she did all kinds of squealing and couldn't even keep her mind on the reason she went there in the first place.

We think purrhaps a bit TOO thrilled. Just sayin'.

Mom's New Dish

 

So Mom's boss went to Spain - wayyyyyyyy far away from here, we're told - on a family vacation and brought back a souvenir for the office ladies. Here I am, doing my duty, checking things out.

 

 

Leia is checking it out too. It smells... interesting.

Our Poor Ears!

Mom wanted to show off my beauteous tummy furs. This shot doesn't quite do me justice but we decided to post it anyway. I'm a trifle more difficult to photograph than the Great Orange One.

In other news....

Furriends, you would NOT believe the Very Bad Words we heard this morning. Nearly seared our innocent kitteh ears right off. Really, Mom ought to know better.

Burning her thumb on the thing she calls a "flat iron" for her hair is simply no excuse.

We're both traumatized by this... unfortunate... experience.

PS: Sometime this month I turned 11 years old! We're not exactly sure what day. 

Wordless Wednesday