Sunday, July 6, 2008

Guess what???

It's my BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yeah yeah, we've been hiding. The old farts have just been lazy. Me? I've been trying to learn to talk right. And playing with the Momma. And annoying Pooka. :) Plus Momma keeps the puter busy so I haven't been able to blog lately. Someone round here's gotta do it, right? And the biggies are too *busy* hiding in the window.

Anyway, today I got catnip just for ME! Momma wouldn't let the biggies have any. A nice big pile in the middle of the living room carpet. And then?? Before we went to bed? She ran the big purple sucky monster all over the floor so there wasn't any left! Of course, I was all done with it by then.

The biggies are bein nicer to me, too. Teazer and I both lay by the back door for a long while yesterday and today while Momma was doing something with another noisy machine and colored fabrics - Millie, did your Momma talk to my Momma??? - and we were actually TOUCHING. They haven't been trying to rassle me either. Maybe they finally figgered out I'm not leavin?


Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Da Momma is weeeeeeerd

She din't go 'way like she usually doze after putting da Mini girl on da big yellow box. Insted she putted a bunch a bags an Firecat's perch on da grass outside an den started messin wif Pooka's puterbox.

Den some guy camed while Momma was on da fone and he tooked all da bags but leff da perch. An den some ofur guy camed and tooked da perch. An Momma wuz happy.

Den she kep runnin back n forf between her puterbox and Pooka's puterbox.

Whut Momma? Dat wuznt a perch? Well wot wuz it? A pickshurebox???? Srsly?!?!?

See, beenz is weeeeeeeeerd. Why dey give us a picksurebox to use as a kittehperch?

Friday, April 18, 2008

Shake your booty!

Momma thought we wuz just nuts. We wuz all bein crazeee last nite. Efun Teazer, who deecided to be a lappycat while Momma watched some show bout a guy in red n blue jammas an a cape.

An den? Da whole world shookeded!!!!

Well, okay, so it didn't last long n nuffin fell or got brokeded. Momma was in bed an had Firecat lockeded up wif her, so I dunno iffin she wokeded up from it.

Dere been a couple more shakies since dey all left fur da day. Wonder wot gives.


Monday, April 14, 2008

Mourning Monday

Her Furry Majesty, Lady S of Melboring, Queen of the Feline Sextet, has moved on to the Rainbow Bridge.

We is furry furry sad cause da Sextet wuz our firstest furrriends, efun befur da bebehs showeded up an dey became da Sextet. Our mommas haf been online furriends almost furrrever.

An we gonna poop on da Grammy's pillow fur not tellin the Sextet's Meowmy sooner. We must go tellyport now. Fink da Grammy and da Stinky Guy will notice a little white kitty?

Friday, March 21, 2008


We jess reeelized sumpin.

We has squillions!!!! Reeel squillions!!! We jess lookeded at Beau's auction agin an reeelized dat wez gots sum a dese!

Da weerd guy's momma boughted em for da kiddies. Pooka girl sez dat da grammaperson had no idee dey were anyfing speshul, jess kitties. An da grammaperson figgered dat da kiddies would like em.

We gonna make da momma get out da flashybox tonite. We fink. She's been awful bad bout doin wut we want. But Fire been takin care o dat good at nite. He been puttin lots o biteys on her while she seeepin. Heeheeeheeemeoooooooowwwwwwwwwww

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

We'z still here :)

We'z jess been seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepin.

Pooka wuz in sumpin called a "moosicle" at skool. So she wuz gone lots n lots, an wen she wuz home, she wuz singin n dancin all da time. An Momma an Mini kep leafin after dey camed home, an dey wernt eatin at home unless dey had bags of food wif em.

So den we gotted invaded by da whole fambly. Da Weird Girl dat looks like Momma but doesn't smell like Momma an da Cool Guy (momma sez dats her brudder) an some udder big girl an da old peeples. Momma sez dat was da nite dey saw Pooka in da moosicle.

So now efurryting's back to normls, we finks. Wich means lotsa sleepin instead of hafin ta sit guard. ^-^

Thursday, February 7, 2008

Thursday Thirteen

Thirteen ways life got weird round here...

1. Pooka keeps disdapeering at nite when she's sposta be home wif us. Momma sez she's at sumfin called reehursal.

2. Mini been makin fings wif stinky gooshy stuff called plado. We doan get it.

3. Momma wuz makin horky noises in da hoomanlitterbox room.

4. Den Da Big Guy showeded up an tooked efurrybody away.

5. Pooka cameded home but not Momma or Mini....

6. Fur days n days n days!!!

7. Den Pooka maded messes in da sleepyrooms and putted lotsa toys n clothes n stuff in baggies.

8. We aint had stinky!!!

9. Momma an Mini finally cameded home lass nite.

10. Momma broughted home salads in purty jars but she putted em up high where we can't get em.

11. Now Momma's home when she not sposta be here.

12. An Pooka jess camed home eerly from dat skool place.

13. An Momma won't hold us, she sez she hurts..... WOT GIVES???????

DaMomma sez:
I had a severe gallstone attack last week starting Thursday. Didn't know that's what it was at the time, I thought I'd just eaten something that didn't agree with me. I finally sought out medical attention when I saw signs of jaundice. I was admitted to the hospital after going through the ER on Saturday afternoon. My parents were taking care of Mini while Pooka decided to take advantage of the quiet time to weed out toys that they don't play with and clothes they don't fit. And despite what the kitties say, there were adults here quite frequently making sure everything was okay. My gallbladder was removed (along with several medium to large stones and a lot of gravel) and I was finally discharged late yesterday and Mini and I came home at last. Now I'm on an enforced leave of absence until my post-op exam next week.

Friday, January 18, 2008

HippoBirfday Mini!!!

Issa Mini's birfday today. Momma sez dey gonna go sumwhere nice fur dinner and den to da toy store. An Pooka wantsta make a cake.

None of us got speshul dinners or cakes fur our birfdays??? Wot gives??? Must poop on a pillow now.


Friday, January 11, 2008

Sad kitties n momma

Momma just founded out dat da kitty pal of one of her furrrends passed away dis mornin.

Misery was a senior kitty (at least 16 years old, mebbe more) an was havin sum health problems. An Jim, her hoomandaddy, thot that she'd leave him back in October. In fact, he efun made a pointment wif da stabbyplace to help her to da Bridge, but she snapped back in time.

Well, dis mornin he woked up to fine her not breefin or nuffin. He's furry furry sad, and we tryin ta figger out how ta tellyport ta his house to give him cuddles.