Happy New Year!

We never imagined that we'd meet so many new friends when we started blogging last winter. We're so thankful for all of you and that we're a part of such a great community that pulls together when one of us is in need. We wish everyone a 2008 full of peace and love and scritches!

Happy New Year!

Froot Bat Friday

Thursday Thirteen - Edition 34

Thirteen Things We Got For Christmas:

1. A taste of mostaccioli (we sampled it right out of the pan - hee hee)

2. A bite of garlic bread (again, sampled right out of the pan)

3. A taste of Mom's coffee

4. Carmel corn (acquired when Dad wasn't looking)

5. A stuffed snowman

6. A bag of primo nip

7. A paper bag

8. A purr pad

9. A blankie for Titus' tower of beds

10. Catnip sushi

11. A stuffed pheasant that squeaks

12. A crinkle frog and a crinkle mousie

13. Lots of cuddle time with Mom

Merry Christmas!

Catching Up On Christmas Eve

Last week, The Mom came home from work and Tazo was fritzing around the house like her butt was on fire. The Mom was a little concerned because we're usually napping at that time of day. She walked into the kitchen and there was some mail and a package (from our Secret Paws!!!) on the counter. She fed us and then got us situated to open our package. Tazo was still sort of fritzy, so The Mom decided to keep an eye on her for a while - just to make sure everything was ok. (The answer to this fritzing mystery is below!)

Here are some pictures:


This is a picture of the package. The Mom was trying to see who it was from, but I wanted her to take a picture of my tail first. heh heh



The Mom finally got to take a picture of the package (by itself). It's from TT, Molly, and Shadow!



Dad helped us open the box and look what was inside. A present for Titus! Check out the paper - it goes great with his furs!



Here I am, scoping out everything. The pink bag is for Tazo and me.



Titus unwrapped his gift, but it happened so fast that The Mom couldn't get a picture of it. He got a fluffy dawg. Which is perfect - stuffed animals are his favorite!



When The Mom got the box open, there was catnip sprinkled all over it. No wonder Tazo was fritzing around the house - she smelled the catnip! Um, duh, The Mom. We could've told you that. Check out Tazo. She didn't really care much for the toys, but she loved rolling around in the 'nip. Check out her googly eyes. hee hee



Titus with his new toy. He loves shaking it so that the ears flop around and smack him in the head. It's pretty funny.



Here we are, checking out everything.



Holy cats! Check this out. Look at all these toys. There's a big red mousie, little red and green mousies, a fev-ver boa wand toy, a candy cane, a stocking, a velvet scrunchie thing with jingle balls on it, plastic rolly things (which are super fun, by the way), some 'nip, and *gasp* a TON of jingle balls. TT, Molly, and Shadow sure know how to pick out great toys.






Tazo and I played jingle ball until 3:30 am. That's when The Mom took the jingle balls away so her and Dad could get some sleep. But she gave them back later in the morning. After she had her coffee. Thank you, TT, Molly, and Shadow for our great Secret Paws surprise!




In other news, Adan nominated us for an award.
The Extraordinary Gold Star Award was created by - Storm, The Furry Fighter - and is for Bloggers who have achieved or done something special. The award celebrates beyond what is ordinary or usual. 1) Post the explanation and rules of the award and link back to the blogger who presented you with the award and repeat the reason why you received it. 2) Pass the Award on to two other Bloggers who you fink deserve it and explain why!


Thank you, Adan! We are going to nominate our friends, Caesar and Princess (if they haven't already been nominated). Caesar & Prinnie are awesome friends and they always have a kind word for everyone. Plus, they have awesome quotes on their blog all the time.


And last, but not least, Freckles and Deb tagged us for a meme. We're supposed to list 5 random things about ourselves. So here goes:
If you don't know how to play the tag game, here are the rules: List 5 random things about yourself on your blog. Then, tag 5 friends at the end of your post with a link to their blogs. Don’t forget to let your blogger friends know they've been tagged. Then, it's their turn. They will list 5 random things on their blog and tag 5 more people and so on and so on. Make sure to go back to their blog so you can read their 5 random things.

Earl Grey:
1. The Mom has a thing for kitty tails. She always wants to play with them. I don't like anyone touching my tail. Ever.

2. If you look really close at my body, I have dark grey stripes. And the grey furs on my front legs look sort of taupe-ish in certain light. I just gotta keep The Mom guessing, you know?

3. I've been purring for The Mom the last couple of weeks. She digs it.

4. I like to lie in The Mom's lap when she's on the computer.

5. When I hang out in front of the space heater, I stretch waaaayyy out and it makes Dad laugh.

Tazo:
1. I love to help Momma clean. Especially, if she's wiping down something. I whap at the rag and it always makes her giggle.

2. I hate the vacuum. Not that it ever comes out very much. Oops. I mean, well, whatever. If it comes out, I run under the bed.

3. I've been poking my nose out the backdoor lately. It freaks Momma out. hee hee

4. I went outside once - when I was little. It was the first snow I ever saw. I didn't like the way my paws got all cold. I ran to the edge of the house and then back to the door and jumped straight up. Then I ran back to the edge of the house. Momma finally caught me in mid jump and took me back in the house. I was really askeered. But then I never really wanted to go outside again. Until we got the stroller. That makes it more fun.

5. I love love love Titus. I rub on him and purr at him and give him headbutts all the time.

Titus:
1. I love to be outside . As long as it's not pouring rain. Any other time is just fine by me.

2. I love ice. Ice cubes, ice from outside. It doesn't matter. Last night, I tried to bring in a big chunk of ice from outside. And Mom was going to let me, except that it broke in half and I dropped it. Total bummer.

3. I tried Mom's coffee yesterday. And it was tasty. Mom held out her mug to me (and she didn't think I'd like it). But I tasted it. And it shocked the heck out of her. heh

4. If it's cold, I sleep in bed with Mom and Dad. If it's warm outside, then I sleep in my tower of beds next to their bed.

5. I am all white, except for a little bit of tan on my nose and ears. And I have a couple black hairs scattered on my back. Mom always likes to play "Find the Black Furs", which is kind of annoying at first, because she says, "Find the black furs" "Find the black furs" over and over again in a singsong voice. But when she finds one, then she gives me lots of scritches on the black fur part. She's kinda weird sometimes.

So, we think that catches us up for now. We're gonna tag anyone who wants to play, because The Mom has to go switch the laundry. Whatever. Is that more important than helping us blog?

Froot Bat Friday

PS - If anyone would like a Christmas/holiday card, please e-mail your snail mail address to us at thefurrykids AT gmail DOT com

PS 2 - And Momma wants us to tell you that she doesn't expect cards back, so if you're not sending out cards this year, but still want one from us that's perfectly fine. We have plenty to go around. She ordered like a squillion.

Thursday Thirteen - Edition 33 *Updated*

So our pal, George, from the Crew, suggested that maybe we could use our cuteness to our advantage and suck up to Santa. Um, Mom? This isn't quite what we had in mind.

*grumbling*

What the paw?

Mooooommmmmm!

In a word (courtesy of our friend, Jeter), DUHR!

(Mom's note: Mwhahahahahahaha!)

Thirteen Things We Hope That Santa Claws Did Not See Us Do This Year:

1. Titus' indiscriminant competitive eating

2. Breaking Momma's Jack Skellington figurine (Tazo & EG)

3. Climbing into the oven (it wasn't on) and sampling the pumpkin pie that Daddy made for Thanksgiving - it was really tasty, by the way (Tazo)

4. Chewing the cable cord so much that the cable man had to replace it (Tazo)

5. Pulling the tie-back strips off of the curtains (Tazo & EG)

6. Eating a giant piece of dawg toy and having to have it surgically removed (EG)

7. Putting the bitey on Momma (Tazo & EG, but mostly EG - hee hee)

8. Growling at Momma when she took away the piece of pizza that was swiped off her plate (Tazo)

9. Litterbox surfing (Titus)

10. Chasing squirrels (Titus)

11. Darting out the door and into the yard (EG) / running out the gate and around the neighborhood (Titus)

12. Picking on Titus and Tazo (EG)

13. Drinking out of The Mom's coffee mug - Dunkin Donuts coffee is super good! (EG)

Oh, and guess what?! Mom ordered our cards and stamps and stickers and our very own address labels all on the same day right before Thanksgiving. She was so proud of herself for getting everything ordered on time this year. Everything shipped right away except for the labels. So Mom made out all the cards and decided to wait for the labels. Well, she waited and waited and waited some more. Finally, she figured that she better just mail the cards or nobody would get them before Christmas. So she wrote our return address on all the card and mailed them out. Yesterday, Dad called her at work (laughing) and said, "Guess what just showed up?" The man in blue had just delivered our labels. Hahahahahahaha! Mom wasn't that happy, but she figures we'll be all set for next year. Hahahahahaha! Poor Mom! Hahahahahaha!


PS - If anyone would like a Christmas/holiday card, please e-mail your snail mail address to us at thefurrykids AT gmail DOT com

PS 2 - And Momma wants us to tell you that she doesn't expect cards back, so if you're not sending out cards this year, but still want one from us that's perfectly fine. We have plenty to go around. She ordered like a squillion.

Wiped Out Wednesday

PS - If anyone would like a Christmas/holiday card, please e-mail your snail mail address to us at thefurrykids AT gmail DOT com

PS 2 - And Momma wants us to tell you that she doesn't expect cards back, so if you're not sending out cards this year, but still want one from us that's perfectly fine. We have plenty to go around. She ordered like a squillion.

Tired Tuesday

It's cold. There's snow everywhere. There are no squirrels or birds to watch. I'm feeling a nap coming on.

In other news:
EG's sort of mad at Tazo. Because he says she was whapping him in the head while he was being choked by that horrible, pink bag from yesterday's post. (She says that she was not whapping him - she was only trying to help.) And EG's kind of mad at Mom again, because while he was being choked by the horrible, pink bag, she grabbed the camera and took pictures instead of trying to help. She says that he looked like he was having fun and didn't seem to be in any real danger. And if he was freaking out she would've helped him instead of taking pictures. Let me tell you - it was not a whole lot of fun at our house last night. I just tried to lay low until Dad got home.


PS - If anyone would like a Christmas/holiday card, please e-mail your snail mail address to us at thefurrykids AT gmail DOT com

PS 2 - And Momma wants us to tell you that she doesn't expect cards back, so if you're not sending out cards this year, but still want one from us that's perfectly fine. We have plenty to go around. She ordered like a squillion.

Mancat Monday

It is important to always look manly, even if you have a horrible, askeery, pink bag choking you. And even if your sister is whapping you on the head.

Oh, and yes, we're on the stove. Which normally would be very dangerous. But have no fear! It's hardly ever used. heh heh Don't tell The Mom I said that.


PS - If anyone would like a Christmas/holiday card, please e-mail your snail mail address to us at thefurrykids AT gmail DOT com

PS 2 - And Momma wants us to tell you that she doesn't expect cards back, so if you're not sending out cards this year, but still want one from us that's perfectly fine. We have plenty to go around. She ordered like a squillion.

Froot Bat Friday

Here I am getting chest scritches from my dad. Chest scritches are almost as good as tummy scritches. See how my paw is over his scritching hand? If I am not ready to be done with scritches, then I will put my paw on the scritcher and remind them to keep scritching. It works every time.


PS - If anyone would like a Christmas/holiday card, please e-mail your snail mail address to us at thefurrykids AT gmail DOT com

PS 2 - And Momma wants us to tell you that she doesn't expect cards back, so if you're not sending out cards this year, but still want one from us that's perfectly fine. We have plenty to go around. She ordered like a squillion.

Thursday Thirteen - Edition 32

Thirteen Things That Mom and Dad have learned since they got kitties:

1. Flat surfaces must be cleared or we will do it for you

2. The "good couch" for company is not off limits to kitties, and is now covered in furs

3. Curtains must remain open at all times

4. Same with window shades - or we will take matters into our own paws

5. Litterboxes should be cleaned at least once every 24 hours. 36 hours is too long and we will make that clear to you in our own special way

6. The water bowl must be cleaned, sterilized, and refilled after Titus drinks out of it

7. Whenever you need to handwrite something, we will help you by chewing on the pen - while you are writing

8. We will snoopervise any cleaning and/or home improvement projects

9. Thundering Herd of Elephants is best played between 2 am and 4:30 am

10. Always check the dryer before you start it

11. The lint trap on the washing machine hose is an awesome toy and you should remember to make sure the hose is placed back in the laundry tub before you run the machine - hee hee

12. There is never a dull moment when we are around

13. There's nothing better first thing in the morning than waking up to a pile of furry kids cuddled up next to you


PS - If anyone would like a Christmas/holiday card, please e-mail your snail mail address to us at thefurrykids AT gmail DOT com

PS 2 - And Momma wants us to tell you that she doesn't expect cards back, so if you're not sending out cards this year, but still want one from us that's perfectly fine. We have plenty to go around. She ordered like a squillion.

Wiped Out White Dawg Wednesday

I'm laying low today. And napping. Definitely napping.

There was a lot of excitement at our house last night. First, Mom and Dad were trying to eat dinner. Tazo swiped a piece of bread off of Dad's plate and ran behind the TV. When EG and Mom tried to get it back, they got growled at. hee hee I scored a piece of turkey, though, so it's all good.

Then Mom tried to wrap the Secret Paws gifts (and no, we're not telling who it's for!), but Tazo and EG tried to help her. She asked Dad to wrangle them while she finished wrapping, but EG kept getting away from him. Mom sprinkled some of the primo nip that they got from Skeezix (from the Halloween contest) on the floor. EG rolled in it and ate it and got it all over his furs. He was distracted enough that Mom could finish with the Secret Paws stuff.

But because he was so high, he got his head caught in the handle of a plastic bag. And he was blaming Tazo for it, so he kept whapping her on the head (even though she had nothing to do with it). Mom freed him from the evil plastic bag and then he chased Tazo around the house, doing poofy tail, and trying to put the bitey on her. She did poofy tail right back and popped him a couple of times in the head. Normally, I would play referee, but I stayed out of this one. It was a little askeery.

Then, Mom carried the Secret Paw package out to the car so it would stay safe overnight. hee hee Right after she locked it in the car, it started pouring. Cold, pelting rain. Of course, it was time for me to go outside, but I refused. While she was standing there, holding the door open and trying to get me to run outside real quick (Mom, let's see *you* try to "just pee real quick" in the pouring rain and see how *you* like it!), out of nowhere, EG came flying down the hall and right out the back door. Mom headed out right behind him. Normally, when he escapes (which he is NOT supposed to do!!!), he runs out onto the patio and flops down and rolls around. Mom normally runs over, grabs him, and takes him back inside. HOWEVER, he decided to run past the patio, into the yard, and behind the garage. Of course, it's dark, so Mom can't see him very well and it's pouring and cold. She ran behind the garage and there he was. He started back toward her and she picked him up and rushed toward the house. Her heart was pounding and EG's heart was pounding. (He'll never admit it, but I think he was a little askeered - he's never been out that far before, especially in the rain). Right when they got to the back door, EG dug his claws into Mom's shoulder and made her squeal. She opened the door, ran inside, and flung EG off her shoulder.

The whole thing was quite a sight. Mom, soaked and muddy, staring at EG, and EG, soaked and not muddy, glaring at Mom. Tazo and I ran off to the family room to hang with Dad. Mom picked up EG and apologized for the flinging part and explained (AGAIN) that he isn't allowed to go outside unless he's in the stroller or wearing his harness (and accompanied by a grown up). He gave her a bunch of dirty looks and then headed to the family room.

Mom changed clothes and came to tell us goodnight. She headed to bed. I could tell she was still upset, so, of course, I cuddled with her. Pretty soon, EG came into the bedroom. He boobwalked a little then he E-Dubbed under the covers. He laid on her chest for a long time. They talked some more and he purred and purred (which he NEVER does for her). I think they made up. Sometimes, I think he really likes her.

PS - If anyone would like a Christmas/holiday card, please e-mail your snail mail address to us at thefurrykids AT gmail DOT com

PS 2 - And Momma wants us to tell you that she doesn't expect cards back, so if you're not sending out cards this year, but still want one from us that's perfectly fine. We have plenty to go around. She ordered like a squillion.

Tired Twins Tuesday

Um, yes, The Mom, we *were* sleeping - hence the laser eyes.

Dorydoo, I'm headed over to cuddle right now.


PS - If anyone would like a Christmas/holiday card, please e-mail your snail mail address to us at thefurrykids AT gmail DOT com

PS 2 - And Momma wants us to tell you that she doesn't expect cards back, so if you're not sending out cards this year, but still want one from us that's perfectly fine. We have plenty to go around. She ordered like a squillion.

Mancat Monday

Dear The Mom:

Yes, I was sitting in your lap. But not because I like you that much - I was just cold. Yeah, that's it. And no, that was *not* purring. That was, um, my tummy rumbling. Yeah. And no, I didn't really like it when you scritched my ears OR my tummy. Right. Um, yeah. That's it. Let's just drop it.

EG


PS - If anyone would like a Christmas/holiday card, please e-mail your snail mail address to us at thefurrykids AT gmail DOT com

PS 2 - And Momma wants us to tell you that she doesn't expect cards back, so if you're not sending out cards this year, but still want one from us that's perfectly fine. We have plenty to go around. She ordered like a squillion.

Feets and Froot Bat Friday

The Feets Part:

Look, Adan! Look at Mom's feets! hee hee Thank you again!


The Froot Bat Part:


I'm sorry, Mom. This is all you get. I don't feel like having my picture taken. No matter how many times you say, "Give Momma some froot bat," or "I need some froot bat," or "Froooooooot baaaaat!" I'm not feeling it.


PS - If anyone would like a Christmas/holiday card, please e-mail your snail mail address to us at thefurrykids AT gmail DOT com

PS 2 - And Momma wants us to tell you that she doesn't expect cards back, so if you're not sending out cards this year, but still want one from us that's perfectly fine. We have plenty to go around. She ordered like a squillion.

Thursday Thirteen - Edition 31

Thirteen random facts about us - winter edition:

1. EG is obsessed with snow. He ran outside the other night when it was snowing and loved it (even though he got in lots of trouble). And whenever anyone comes in the house, he licks the snow off their shoes.

2. If Momma is on the couch and covered up with a blankie, EG will earthworm under there. If there is no blankie, he will try to earthworm under her sweatshirt. And then she begs him not to put the bitey on anything, um, sensitive under her shirt. hee hee Because he's done that before - but not since he was a little, baby kitty. But, as they say, once bitten, twice shy. Hahahahaha!

3. Tazo does not like snow on the ground. But she does like to sniff it on Mom and Dad's shoes when they come in from outside.

4. Titus loves the snow. The other morning (when we had our first snowfall), he poked his head out the door, looked around, and then tore off down the patio. He made a couple of loops around the back yard before he came in for breakfast.

5. Titus hates playing catch. No frisbees, no tennis balls, no nothing. But chuck a snowball at him and he catches it every time.

6. Titus loves snow so much that he will lie down in it and just hang out, checking out the neighborhood.

7. EG thinks it is still strollering weather and Momma does not.

8. We hate getting shocked. Momma tries to make sure to touch something else before she touches us, but if she's overcome by our cuteness, she forgets and zaps us. EG learned that the hard way the other day.

9. There's nothing better than a good hockey game on TV. We'd rather cuddle with Momma and watch hockey than watch football with Daddy, because she doesn't yell at the TV like Daddy does.

10. Hot chocolate with marshmallows. We have just discovered this. But don't tell Momma that we tasted her hot chocolate.

11. Every night when Momma goes to bed, it's just her and Titus in the bed. Every morning, when she gets up, all of us are in the bed. Well, duh. It's a lot warmer that way.

12. The first Christmas that Momma and Daddy had with Shadow (the Dawg Who Came Before), they decorated their Christmas tree. A little while later, Momma was on the phone and Shadow got all fritzy and was running around the house. She ran past the Christmas tree, grabbed a glass ball ornament off the tree, and ran down the hall. Momma started giggling and then Shadow wanted to play keep away. Momma finally got the ornament away from her (dawg and ornament were both unharmed) and rearranged the ornaments. Shadow wouldn't leave them alone, so Momma ended up leaving the bottom half of the tree bare (except for the lights) and hanging all the ornaments at the top, out of Shadow's reach. Gramma called it their toddler tree. hee hee

13. Momma builds a snowman every year (this year, she wants to try to do snow dawg and cats). And every year, when Titus sees it for the first time, he charges at it, runs around sniffing it for a bit, and then pees on it. hee hee He says he won't pee on any snow dawgs or cats, it's just a snowman thing. We'll see.


PS - If anyone would like a Christmas/holiday card, please e-mail your snail mail address to us at thefurrykids AT gmail DOT com

PS 2 - And Momma wants us to tell you that she doesn't expect cards back, so if you're not sending out cards this year, but still want one from us that's perfectly fine. We have plenty to go around. She ordered like a squillion.

Waiting Wednesday

Dad has a snack (see the white bag on the left side of the photo) and Tazo and I want to share. See how patiently we're waiting? In case you're wondering, we did not get to share the snack. Drat.

Oh, and see how the curtain is all funky behind Tazo? We did that. Every day (at least twice), Mom straightens out the curtain. And every day (at least twice), one of us puts it back the way we want it. When will she learn?


PS - If anyone would like a Christmas/holiday card, please e-mail your snail mail address to us at thefurrykids AT gmail DOT com

PS 2 - And Momma wants us to tell you that she doesn't expect cards back, so if you're not sending out cards this year, but still want one from us that's perfectly fine. We have plenty to go around. She ordered like a squillion.

Tattle Tail Tuesday

This is our very first Tattle Tail Tuesday and I am going first. And even though my brothers do way worse things, I will tattle on myself today. So, here goes.

One of my very favorite napping spots is :whispers: in a litter box. Momma got disposable litter boxes when EG had to go to work with her last winter. They came in a pack of three, so she took one to work, put one in the area he was confined to in the house, and she had one left over. She was messing around the house and put the extra one on top of the dryer. Which was running at the time. She did some stuff around the house and when she came into the laundry room to switch the laundry, she found this:

Momma giggled a little bit, but she thought that I'd get tired of sleeping in there and she could move the litter box. Not a chance, Momma. It's a great nappy spot, especially when the dryer is running. It's warm, it's cozy, and just the right size for me. And 8-1/2 months later, it's still in there. And I still take a nappy in it every time the dryer's on.


Now, I'm going to tattle on Momma and Daddy. This is a wider view of the laundry room:

Um, yuck. That giant, ugly thing in the background is the boiler. Now the boiler is a good thing, because it keeps the house nice and toasty, but it's not very, um, pretty. And don't even get me started on the walls. Ewww. Don't you think my nappy spot should be decorated? Wouldn't it look better with a nice Hello Kitty motif? Or even giant, jungle kitties? Um, Momma?


PS - If anyone would like a Christmas/holiday card, please e-mail your snail mail address to us at thefurrykids AT gmail DOT com

PS 2 - And Momma wants us to tell you that she doesn't expect cards back, so if you're not sending out cards this year, but still want one from us that's perfectly fine. We have plenty to go around. She ordered like a squillion.

Mancat Monday

So That Woman and I made up a little over the weekend. I had even started calling her The Mom again (which is a step up from That Woman, I think). However, last night, she got out of the chair and I could hear the blankies crackling with static against her jammies. She usually touches something else before she touches any of us. But this time? No. She touched my paw and there was a huge spark and I got mad and ran into the kitchen. She followed me and tried to apologize, but I wasn't having it. It's not my fault that I had dangle-y-paw syndrome going and that I'm just irresistibly cute. Don't shock me!

So this morning, she poured some kefir in a mug and when she turned around to put the bottle back in the fridge, I licked it. And licked it. And licked it until she turned around and noticed what I was doing. Take that, That Woman! heh heh By the way, kefir is pretty tasty.


Tazo says:
So Momma hasn't totally been neglecting us. She ordered us our very own Christmas cards to send to our friends. They showed up on Saturday. If anyone would like one, please e-mail your snail mail address to thefurrykids AT gmail DOT com

Froot Bat Friday

Finally!



In other news, Mom and EG seem to have made up. He E-Dubbed on her a lot last night. And he only put the bitey on her once. But it was on her elbow, so I'm not sure that counts.

And a note from EG:
Yes, That Woman. I *do* need to stare at the ceiling and meow and fritz around the house like something or someone is chasing me. No, I won't tell you what (if anything) I'm looking out. That just adds to the mystery. And I don't care that it's dark and Dad's not home. Again, just adding to the mystery. heh heh

Thursday Thirteen - Edition 30

Titus says:
Tazo and I had a talk yesterday. With EG being such a crabzilla lately, we decided that we needed to do something a little, well, nicer on our bloggie today. So, I gave Mom my best Princess Di eyes, and (of course) it worked. She helped us with our Box of Life Meme from Miss Peach.

So here are Thirteen Things that we would put in our Box of Life:

1. Mom and Dad. They take super good care of us and make sure that we're happy and healthy.

2. Each other. We may have spats, but at the end of the day, it's nice to have someone to cuddle with.

3. All our friends in the Cat Blogosphere. We' re so grateful to have met such great beans and kitties and dawgs and buns and rats and goats and even lizards. We love how everyone always comes together to help out someone in need - with purrs, hugs, purrayers, even green papers. Mom still gets leaky eyes when she thinks about all the kind words and purrayers that EG got when he was sick - and we hadn't even been blogging for that long.

4. Our Mom's boss. He loves animals and is very understanding if she needs to take time off to take care of one of us, or if she needs to bring one of us in to work for whatever reason. He even lets them have "Bring Your Dawg to Work Day" every once in a while. I don't get to go because I don't really like other dawgs, but it's nice to be invited.

5. Play time with Mom and Dad. We usually all play together and it's super fun.

6. Kibbles and stinky goodness.

7. Our V-E-Ts and all the other nice ladies who work there. They are always nice to us (even though they stick needles in our booties) and they tell us how cute and sweet we are.

8. The space heater.

9. All our toys and chew bones.

10. The songs that Mom sings to us. She will change the words to the songs so that it's all about us.

11. EG's cuddle time with That Woman. Even though he's been pretty mad at her, at the end of the day, he still E-Dubs on her every night when she goes to bed.

12. Shadow, the One Who Came Before. She was the first dawg that Dad ever lived with and she worked her magic on him. Now he can't ever imagine a life without furry kids in it.

13. Great sleeping spots - Titus' Tower of Beds and the cable box and the cozy spot on top of the dryer.

Well, Mom's getting all mushy and leaky-eyed, so we're going to go cuddle with her. Thank you for the great meme, Miss Peach!
Happy Thursday everyone!

White Feets Wednesday

I guilted That Woman into taking some pictures. But notice that I'm not looking at her. Serves her right. Unfortunately, all the pictures are terrible. You should see them. They're almost painful to look at. Hmmm, I'm sensing a T13 post...

Anyway, to explain the picture - we got a new space heater. And my new favorite place to nap is right in front of it. I also learned a fun new trick - I get so close to it that That Woman shrieks and carries on because she thinks I'm going to burn my whiskies. heh heh That's what she gets for letting the V-E-T stick needles in my booty and shove a homing device under my skin.

Oh, AND this morning, she didn't rinse out the water bowl like she usually does. She only *added* water to it. I sat there glaring at the bowl, but she still didn't rinse it. The rinsing is the most important part. Because I hate drinking after Titus. He gets his drool all in the bowl. And I don't do dawg drool. Who out there has a claw of doom and is willing to use it on That Woman? Or at least teach me your secret? Sammy? Miles?

PS - To the owner of the claw of doom, it appears that you'll have to take care of business yourself. To add insult to injury, last night was mani/pedi night. Can this week get any worse?

Ticked Off Tuxie Tuesday

Has anyone noticed anything weird about our blog lately? Like the fact that there have not been any original Furry Kids photos lately? That Woman is totally slacking. Something about it being dark when she gets home and it's hard to take pictures and the house is too messy and blah, blah, blah. Whatever. I enjoy my photo sessions. My furs have been groomed and ready to go for days. But no! That Woman always has an excuse. Grrrr.

Last night, That Woman was sitting on the couch, watching TV. I E-Dubbed onto her lap and stayed there until Dad came home (almost an hour). She was under the impression that we had made up. However, I was just trying to get closer to the space heater. heh heh

I hope that everyone else has a better Tuesday.

Friday Recap & Sweet Kallie

Thanksgiving was ok. Momma and Daddy went to Gramma and Papa’s house, so there was a lack of cuddling on Thursday. But Gramma did send us some leftover turkey, so it was ok. Oh, and I ate part of the pumpkin pie that Daddy made. He left it in the oven with the door open to cool off. He heard a funny noise coming from the kitchen. When he went in there, he saw me standing on the oven door (which was only cracked a little bit), snacking on the pie. It was yummy!

Momma was off on Friday, which we took to mean lots and lots of cuddling. We were wrong. Ever so wrong.

On Thursday night, the PTU’s came out. They sat in the hallway all night. Me and EG played in them a little bit and then I took a nap on the fuzzy blankie in mine.

Friday morning we cuddled and cuddled with Momma. She got up and started digging for gold in the litterboxes. Which she does every morning, but this morning she was mumbling something about “samples“. Unfortunately, she didn’t find any gold. Heh heh And she didn’t find any “samples,” as she called them, either.

Pretty soon, Daddy picked me up and put me in one of the PTUs. He didn’t get it zipped up in time, so I ran out and ran under the bed. Momma played the old, open-the-food-container trick and I ran right out. I did get a small snack out of it. Daddy put me back in the PTU and Momma sprinkled a couple pieces of kibble in there, and Daddy zipped it right up. Then he picked up EG and put him in the PTU. Only EG hates the PTU and went all rubbery. Daddy tried to put him in the PTU and he hopped right out. After four tries, Daddy held EG’s body and Momma held his legs and they got him in there and zipped him up.

Then we got in the car. It was ok. EG cried a little bit, but not too much. Then we got to a place that I hadn’t been to in a long, long time. It was the V-E-T’s office. Grrrr. Momma signed us in and filled out some paperwork. Then Jennifer, the really nice receptionist, said that they had three emergencies that day, so it would be a little bit before we could see Dr. P. Momma said that was ok - she and EG had been in for emergencies a couple of times and people had to wait for them.

We spent the time checking out some Westie dawgs - Annabelle and Mozart. They were ok, but kinda hyper. There was a Dalmatian that came out of one of the rooms. His mom told Momma that he bites. Momma got annoyed and asked if he was going to bite her or us kitties. The lady took him out to the car. While they were outside, Momma went on and on about how people need to keep their dawgs on a short leash, especially if they’re snippy to other people or pets. Daddy started to get embarrassed. Then Daddy, who was looking out the window, said, “Oh, no. They’re carrying in a big dawg. I think it might be another emergency.” There was a lady carrying in a big, black dawg. Momma jumped up and grabbed the door for her. As soon as they got in the door, the lady put the dawg down. She said that he hated going to the V-E-T and refused to get out of the car, so they had to carry him inside every time. Momma giggled a little. His name was Moose and he was really askeered. He was shaking and shaking and trying to get outside. Daddy went over to pet him because he looked just like Titus, only black. Then Daddy went into the adoption room because there was a cat in there named Lucky. Jennifer, the really nice receptionist, said that he was really lovey and cool. Daddy picked him up and cuddled him and wanted to bring him home. Momma said that Titus wouldn’t like that very much. And he was a Maine Coon. And we’re a little askeered of those Maine Coons after the way they took over the Top 100 Cat Sites.

Finally, we got taken into another room. This lady pulled EG out of the PTU and put him on the scale. He weighed 10 lbs, 12 oz. Momma was soooo happy that he finally gained the weight back that he‘d lost last spring. Then the lady pulled me out of the PTU and put me on the scale. I weighed 11 lbs, 1 oz. Daddy giggled. Momma told him not to tease me. The lady double checked what we were there for and then said the doctor would be in soon.

Dr. P came in and EG was hiding behind Daddy’s coat. Daddy picked him up and put him on the table and Dr. P said he looked really good. She asked how he was doing and was surprised to hear that he was the bully of our house. She giggled and said that it was good to see him feeling 100%. She looked at his eyes and ears and teeths and said he had great looking chompers. She said that he was a good weight and that he looked very healthy and his heart sounded great. Then she took him in the back. I don’t know what happened back there, so I’ll let him tell you.

EG:
So Dr. P took me in the back. I didn’t get anything stuck in my spot #13 - I was glad because I had that done before and it sucks. But she stuck a giant needle in my shoulder and then again in my booty and it sucked. Then she stuck a gianter needle between my shoulders and shoved a homing device in there. It sucked. Then she brought me back in the room with Dad and Tazo and That Woman. I gave them the stink eye, but it didn’t matter to them at all. I told Tazo to run - run fast and run far, but she was too askeered and just sat there.

Tazo:
So Dr P, looked in my ears and eyes and at my teeths (which she said were as nice as EG’s). Momma asked if I was c-h-u-b-b-y (which I don’t know what that spells), and Dr. P said that I was a little. She poked at my sides and said that she could feel my ribs, so Momma should just keep an eye on my and try to really control my snacks. What snacks?! I never, NEVER, get snacks. Only what I steal off Daddy’s plate,well, and that pumpkin pie but that shouldn’t count. Grrrrr. Then she told Momma and Daddy that the results for the blood tests for leukemia and FIV would take about 10 minutes and if that came back ok, then I’d get my shots and microchip. What?!

So she took me in the back room and there was this dawg back there hollering and hollering. I’m not used to that, so I tried to ignore it. It just made me askeered. This lady held me on her lap and STOLED MY BLOODS. Out of my leg!!! And I hated it. It hurted and it messed up my furs. Then Dr. P stuck a giant needle between my shoulders and shoved a microchip in there. It hurted. But I didn’t cry because I didn’t want that whiney dawg to hear me. Because I’m way braver than a whiney dawg.

Then the lady took me back in the room with EG and Daddy and Momma. She told Momma that I was a really good girl in the back. She said that I just sat on her lap and let her STEAL MY BLOODS. She handed me over to Momma and I was never so glad to see her in my life. Momma stood there and held me and walked me around the room until Dr. P came back in. Dr P said that the bloods that they STOLED from me were negative - whatever - so I could have my shots. My what?! Then Momma sat on the bench and let Dr. P stick ginormous needles in my shoulder and booty. It was horrifying. But I was good and just let them do it. I figured the sooner they were done, the sooner we could go home.

Another lady came in there with a bag of stuff. She scanned our microchips to show Momma and Daddy how they worked. Then she said that our homing devicesmicrochips paperwork was in there - along with our flea drops. What?! Apparently someone blabbed about Titus bringing in that flea on his head that time, so Momma got more flea drops. I hate flea drops.

Finally, we checked out and Momma paid about a squillion dollars and we got to leave. We dropped Daddy off at work and Momma took us home. She opened up the PTU’s and we jumped right out. Titus came over and sniffed and sniffed and sniffed us. Then we took long baths to try to get the V-E-T germs off of us. Then we all laid on the couch and watched TV and took naps. Whew! It was a long afternoon. We’re glad it’s over.

In other news, Kallie, sister of our grate friends Jeter Harris, Matsui, & Mickey Mantle, went to the Rainbow Bridge on Thursday. We're sending lots of hugs and purrs to them. Rest in peace, sweet Kallie.

Happy Thanksgiving!

That Woman is a huge Sesame Street fan. This cracks her up every year. And every year she e-mails it to all her friends. And every year they tell her that it's sick. Sometimes we worry about her.





Anyway, here's a much nicer picture. Dad and Titus and Tazo and me thought we needed to include a less, um, icky picture. We want to wish everyone a very Happy Thanksgiving. We're really grateful for all the new furriends we've made this year. You guys all mean so much to us.

Peace and love,
Titus, Tazo, EG, Dad, and That Woman

That Woman Wednesday

I am no longer speaking to That Woman (formerly The Mom). I want to blog. I have lots of stuff to tell everyone. You are not working today. It is the perfect day to blog. I do not care that you forgot to buy sugar for your pumpkin pie or that you have a bunch of other errands to do. Just help me blog. Really, what's more important than blogging?

Titus Tongue Tuesday

Just gearing up for some turkey.

Feeling Better Furry Kids & Mancat Monday

We're all feeling better today - no more grumpies at our house for a while. We got in lots of cuddling and playing over the weekend. Titus and EG have made up, and best of all, there have been no ear biteys since Thursday. Whew!
But there is half a milk jug ring missing that's sort of freaking Momma out, but she'll be ok. heh heh

Furious Froot Bat Friday

I am furious. Someone put the bitey on my ear last night. Again. What the paw? What did I do? Um, NOTHING! Just because EG's mad at Mom doesn't mean he has to take it out on me. He did get a time out for it, though. After he put the bitey on Mom's arm (and left a bruise! - he never did that before) and on her tummy. And on my ear. So maybe I shouldn't have teased him the other night about being afraid of chicken. But seriously, who is afraid of chicken? Chicken is tasty. Did someone say chicken? I gotta go to the kitchen right now. Happy Friday!

Thursday Thirteen - Edition... What?!

I am not speaking with The Mom. It's Thursday. It's supposed to be Thursday Thirteen. See those papers next to me? Those are the notes I jotted down for our T13 this week. But notice that we have no T13 this week. What the paw? I am *not* happy. The Mom is gonna get the cold shoulder today. She might even get the bitey. She might even get the soon-to-be-patented Earthworm With the Bitey (sorry, Storm's Mom). Consider yourself warned, The Mom.


For my good friend, George:
Since The Mom is being so lame, I can only copy this from a previous post. But it explains it nicely. If anyone has any other questions, please feel free to ask. And when The Mom decides that she is available to HELP US BLOG, then I will happily answer your questions.

"I am working on patenting my Earthworm Move. It is the best. You go boneless (like an earthworm) and then burrow under the covers (also like an earthworm). Then you can put the bitey on your Mom or Dad when they least expect it (not too much like an earthworm because worms don’t have teeth). It is a very effective, tactical move. Mom and Dad think I'm being cute and lovey and then BAM! Heeeeere's BITEY! Heh heh"

Danny & Sandy???

Skeezix sent us prize package from the Pimp My Stroller contest. And we'll post pictures as soon as The Mom* gets off her butt and helps us blog more. But anyway, one of the things in the box was a postcard with Skeezix's picture on it. The Mom* thought it needed to be on the fridge with all the other things that make her smile. The next time we walked by, we noticed this:


At first, we thought it was Danny and Sandy from Grease, but it was even better! It was Skeezix and Daisy!

It makes The Mom* smile every time she sees it. And when she ends up getting off her butt and helping us blog, then we'll show you more pictures of what we have on our fridge.

Oh, and that purple paper to the left of Daisy is Titus' punch card from the DIY dawg wash place. 10 punches and the 11th bath's free! Hahahahahaha!

*EG has decided to call her "The Mom" until she gets off her butt and helps us blog more. Work, shmerk. Blah, blah, blah...

Tired Tazo & Tuxedo Tuesday

EG wants to thank Dorydoo, for nominating him for the You Make Me Smile Award. Whiskie kissies to you, Dorydoo!


And we want to wish our Papa a very, very Happy Birthday today!!!

Manly Monday

We had a pretty quiet weekend, here at the casa de la Furry Kids. Lots of football and cuddling. The twins did lots of napping and I did lots of squirrel watching. Mom and Dad went to a birthday party and came home smelling like other dawgs. They were my dawg cousins, so it was ok. I was hoping that Grandma or Papa would've sent me a little snack, but Mom said they only had chili and she didn't think that was all that good for my tummy. But next week is Thanksgiving, so I'm sensing some turkey in my future.