Tiny Tabby Girl Thursday on Finally Friday

Happy Friday, folks! And now we are returning to MY regularly scheduled day.

I'm settling in very nicely. And by the way, I wanted to clear up something about The Move Day -
I was not trying to escape, I was only testing security. Really, I was doing everyone a service.

Both Toby and I want to thank the kittehs from 15 and Meowing for this PAWSOME gingerbread house. Isn't it amazing? I've pretty much moved in, as you can see. It's an amazingly purrfect fit for me. Mom often comes into the living room to see me lounging right here. Thanks guys!

PS: do you think...maybe... Brody helped his mom pick this out? For me? 

A girl can dream...

That. Was. EPIC

Graphic story ahead, kids, if you have a delicate tummy.

So, today's post was going to be all about me. But something happened
that I just gotta tattle on Mom about share with our furriends.

'Twas about 2:25 am. Mom and Toby got up for a few minutes.
He filled up his tummy and came back to bed.
Mom snuggled with him for a few minutes,

then everyone settled in for sleep.

And THAT is when the Great Toby Tummy Explosion of '16 went down.

It was glorious! Wet food everywhere... the comforter, the duvet, the Dream Lite, the step stool that helps him get up on the bed. The floor, AFTER that mean wench pushed Toby to the floor, but by then it was too late. And it got on Mom too.

Then came the words. Oh, the words! We've never heard her say things like that, furriends. Forget HBO words, this was... was... something way past HBO words. We didn't even know those kinds of words existed. At least not in those combinations.

Toby disappeared for awhile. Mom has been apologizing profusely to us both..... well, after the extensive clean up anyway. We will confer tomorrow about possible forgiveness.

I mean, our ears are still singed, y'know.

Mancat Monday

All right, it's time for me to put my paw down.

No more shenanigans! Holiday is O V E R!

We need to get this place cleaned up, back to normal

(that's you, Mom). 

Leia, you... you... you just need to stop being so petitely cute!

Hop to it, folks.

Finally Friday

It's here! We luff Fridays. Although right now, Mom is home most of the time so it doesn't matter much. She says she's going back to work next month so we will be on our own more.

She thinks this is the cutest thing ever, but really, we are just taking

a break from a very intense struggle of King (or Queen!) of the Chair.

It just looks cute.

Moms. Honestly.

Today she bought herself a present. I mean, why??

We wish everyone a wonderful, and happy, Chrissymouse Eve and Chrissymouse Day.

May peace reign.

Wordless Wednesday

Caturday

What happens when you mix one tiny girl with

 four unproductive hops into the facilities in the space of 3 minutes?

Yeah, you guessed it. Incidentally, this was my pose the entire nine hour trip. 

Hey, it worked then, why not at the Stabby Place?

The guy there thinks the move stress was trying to trigger a UTI.

There was some talk about some medication but .... ****

Oh, and we are dealing with my little ear infection too. 

That was fun. 

On the plus side, I'm now a regular attendee at the dining table.

Toby LOVES my visits too. He said so!

Happy Caturday, y'all.

**** Mom:

She's 6 pounds now, too small for a pill, so I'm putting liquid antibiotics

into her Pill Pockets. She LOVES them. It takes two to get all the meds in her.

Tiny Tabby Thursday

Here I am, with my favorite blue nip toy. This was the one that Mom couldn't find the very first night we got it. I played with it like crazy, then .... well, *I* always knew where it was, but she didn't. Anyway, it turned up after we moved! Yeaaa!!
After I got it back, I slept with it tucked under my chin.

A girl has to keep careful watch over her things, don't you know.

Plus, it tastes really good.

And.... 

HA! Take that, orange boy. I too am up on the table! Meowwww ha ha ha!!!

I saw what he did, so I did it too. Mom is so proud of me.

But someone else ISN'T!