Froot Bat Friday

This is what me and Mom are doing today. I think we're suffering from turkey overload.
Happy Friday!

Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiving from all of us at Casa de Furry Kids!

Wordless Wednesday

Tazo Tuesday

Hmmm. Wonder what's in here?

Mancat Monday

Mancat Gripe of the Day: It is very manly to be grumpy when your The Mom and Dad spend all night PAR-TAYing on Saturday and then are too tired to take manly pictures of your grey self for Mancat Monday. It is even manly to put the bitey on them and refuse to cuddle. :sigh: What if Dorydoo forgets what I look like? I've got a feeling it's going to be a long week.

Froot Bat Friday

I am not doing it. I am not doing froot bats. All the "gimme some froooooot baaaaaat" in the world ain't gonna help. I won't do it. I'm just going to hang out here and lick my arm.


Fine. But this is all you get.

Thinking on Thursday

I'm thinking that I will just sharpen my clawrs on Daddy's exercise bike. hee hee I'm also wondering why Mama grabbed the camera before she told me to stop clawring the seat. But I think sometimes beans are a little bit weird.

Wordless Wednesday

Tazo Tuesday

Mancat Monday

So the other night (after The Mom had already gone to bed), Dad let Titus out to do his stuff. When he let him back in, I ran out. Oh yeah. Sweet freedom. So Dad went out and tried to find me. But grey cat + dark and rainy night = WAHOO for me! I commenced to taking a tour of the back yard, which I had never done before. (It was pretty cool except for all the dawg dookies out there in the yard. It's totally gross! Somebody should definitely get out there with a shovel.) Dad couldn't find me so he woke up The Mom to help him look for me. The thing about that is that you do not wake up The Mom. Ever. It ain't pretty. Especially when she gets woken up because of something that will freak her out - like me being outside. So The Mom got up and ran outside. She saw a flash of white feets running across the back fence so she headed out that way. She was calling me and calling me. I called back to her and then started running toward her. She picked me up and took me back in the house and yelled at Dad gave me lots of hugs and :shudders: kissies. It was horrible. I let her believe that I was askeered and that's why I ran up to her and let her pick me up and did not clawr her when she was carrying me back to the house. And I even cuddled with her all night and let her give me lots and lots of scritches.

Which leads me to today's Mancat Rule of the Day: Every once in a while, it is very manly to pretend to be lost and askeered in the back yard so that your The Mom thinks you really need her.

Froot Bat Friday

Thursday Thirteen - Edition 63

Titus here. It was a terrible weekend, my friends. Just terrible. A terrible, horrible, no good, very bad weekend. Here goes:

1. That Woman and That Dude (you know, those people who I thought LOVED me) were all super nice to me on Saturday. I got lots and lots of cuddles and scritches. Then they got my harness and leash out. Oh, yeah. We're going to the park.

2. We did not go to the park. We went to Dunk'n Dawgs. Do you know what that is? Because I sure didn't. I thought it was like Dunk'n Donuts or something. There were no donuts there, I tell you. It's a place for BATHS.

3. There were kittens running all over the BATH place. Kittens AND BATHS? It's almost too much for one dawg to take. But all the kittens were rescues and needed forever homes, so it was ok. But this one grey kitten was eyeing my ears. I tried to stay as far away as possible from him. He didn't have a forever home so I tried to keep That Woman away from him and his greyness. She has a weakness for grey kittens, you know.

4. That Dude lifted me up into a BATHtub and hooked me up to a tether so that I couldn't jump out. I used to think that he always had my back. I was wrong about that. Then, HORROR OF HORRORS, That Woman and That Dude sprayed me with water. And then dumped soap all over me. CHERRY-FLAVORED SOAP. They scrubbed and scrubbed and rinsed and rinsed and rinsed. THE CHERRY FLAVOR WOULD NOT COME OFF.

5. They attempted to dry me off with towels, but I shook and shook and shook and sprayed water all over them. hehehe

6. I thought we were ready to leave, but then they took me to another room and turned on a giant rug sucking monster. Only it blew air ON me instead of sucking up my furs. It was horrible. It floofed up my furs and made me all poofy. I did not like it. That Woman kept giggling about how she should have brought some gel with her to help tame my furs. Very funny, lady. Very funny.

7. We got back in the car and drove around for a while. They bought me a burger, thinking that that would make up for it. (It kinda did, but don't tell them.) That Woman kept apologizing, but I just kept giving her dirty looks. She kept telling me how handsome I was and how great I smelled and how soft my furs were now. I wasn't buying it.

8. We finally got home and as soon as we walked in the door, the twins started sniffing and sniffing me. Apparently, CHERRY-FLAVORED dawgs are pretty tasty, because EG sure kept trying to chomp on my delicious, pink ears. It sucked.

9. I spent all day on Sunday trying to avoid having my ears chomped. Usually, I like to catch up on my naps on Sunday, especially when the Motor City Kitties are playing. But I couldn't relax. I had to keep up a constant vigil in order to protect my delicious, pink ears.

10. On Monday, they tooked me to the V-E-T. Something about a 6 month geezer dawg check up, but whatever. That sucked, too.

11. Dr C promised that I didn't have to have any shots, but she still STOLED MY BLOODS. And then she told That Woman and That Dude to BRUSH MY TEETHS. 3 TIMES A WEEK. :sigh:

12. They talked about my indiscriminant competitive eating and how That Woman has furry kid-proofed the whole house but I still find cool stuff to eat (like soap - Dr C and That Woman laughed and laughed about my Ivory soap incident).

13. We finally got to leave. They bought me another burger to try to kiss up, but that's not the point. Weekends are supposed to be fun: cuddling, eating, sleeping, cuddling, sleeping, eating, sleeping, etc. They are not supposed to be filled with torture and BATHS and reverse rug sucking monsters and grey kittens and stoled bloods and the threat of having your delicious pink ears chomped. I don't think I was ever so glad to have That Woman go back to work. Because once she did, I climbed into her bed and got her freshly washed sheets all sandy. hehehe

Wordless Wednesday

Tazo Tuesday

First of all, we would like to take a minute to thank all the veterans for serving and protecting us and our freedom. Thank you especially to The Man in Green, Merlin and Dragonheart's Dad, and our very own neighbor, Mr. C., who just got back from a 10 month deployment in Afghanistan.





Here is my tail. It is stripey. I like it. You can also see part of my mitten speckle in this picture. I like my mitten speckle, too, because I always get extra scritches on it.

It's been super boring around here lately. Mama has been working a lot and she says she's always tired - something about having to get up at 4 am every day because some members of our family have not set their tummy clocks back to the right time. But whatever. We did all manage to score a bite of cheese bread and a bite of fish taco over the weekend. It was pretty tasty. I also stuck my paw in Mama's bowl of cereal. I thought I was staking my claim, but she ate it any way. Darn!

Happy Tuesday!

Mancat Monday

Mancat Rule of the Day: It is very manly to hog all the toys in the house. heh heh

Froot Bat Friday - Disgusted Edition

This is my Disgusted With Mom look. How am I doing?


Sorry we didn't get to visit anyone yesterday. Mom had "a day." :sigh:
Happy Friday to you guys!

Fings on Fursday

This is not EG. But it very well could be. Thank you, I Can Has Cheezburger. Hahahahaha!

Not That Wordless Wednesday

The Mom here. This might be a monumental moment here at Casa De Furry Kids. Hahahahahaha!


Whoops. I have a feeling I'm going to pay for this. But it was soooo worth it.

Tazo Tuesday

As for the picture, I could be either washing my paw or avoiding the paparazzi.Or maybe it could be the extreme embarrassment and humiliation that I feel because Mama has not been helping us visit our friends. It's sooooo embarrassing. :sigh:

Mancat Monday

Mancat Rule of the Day: It is very important to make sure that you still get up at the same time in morning, even though the time changes. And even though your The Mom keeps telling to you go back to sleep and that it's too early to get up, keep squawking and yelling and running up and down the hall so that even if she won't get out of bed to feed you, she won't be able to go back to sleep either. heh heh

An Award

We got an award from our good friend, Clover. Thank you, Clover!





This lovely award is created by Crystal @ Memoirs of a Mommy in honor of Noah and the donor of his sweet little heart who ENCOURAGES us to SHARE THE LOVE! The rules for this award are to pass it along to some people whose blogs you love. They make you laugh, smile, leave encouraging comments on your blog. You would like to share some love with them because they have uplifted, inspired, encouraged or prayed for you. Please include this paragraph with the link to Memoirs of a Mommy so that everyone knows where this award originated from.

We're going to pass it on to:

Prinnie and Pierro
MaoMao, Dorydoo, Marilyn, & Brainball
Pearl, Bert, Jake, & George