Toe Hawk Tuesday

Mancat Monday

Mancat Rule of the Day: Cuddle lots with your The Mom and make her think that your evil twin has left the building. As soon as she lets her guard down, make sure your evil twin comes back to give her the bitey.

Mwahahahahahahaha

Froot Bat Friday

About 30 seconds before this shot was taken, I was doing the "most cutest, most froot battiest froot bat" Mom had seen in a long time. She ran to get the flashy box and by the time she came back, I was over it. hehe

Happy Weekend everybuddy!

Thinking on Thursday

Exhibit A:

What?

Mwahahahahahahaha

Wordless Wednesday

Tazo Tuesday

This is the new box that Mama gotted for me. It's super comfy. After the weekend we had, I'm just going to stay in here until it's safe.

I'm kinda in the mood to tattle tail a little, so here I go:

First, Mama has been coughing and coughing. None of us are getting very much sleep. It's really annoying. If we don't get a full 21 hours of sleep every day, we don't function very well. Yesterday, she was coughing so much that her boss gave her some cough drops. hee hee Mama says she cannot help it that she comes from a family of bad lungs.

Second, Mama was snoozing on the couch on Friday morning (since Hurl Grey gotted her up at 230 am). Daddy was going to be super sweet and bring her a cup of coffee and wake her up. Except he tripped over Hurl Grey and spilled the coffee on the couch. And Mama. Oops. hee hee

Finally, the best part happened yesterday. Yesterday, Hurl Grey gotted Mama up at 3 am. Then again at 5 am. Then he stayed up instead of letting her take a nap until the alarm went off. Then he crawled under the couch and pretended to get stuck under there. He cried and cried like a little girl. So Mama had to go get Daddy to help her tip the couch over to free Hurl Grey. As soon as Daddy went back to bed, Hurl Grey crawled right back under the couch. So Mama locked Titus and me in the bedroom with Daddy. It was not fun but she said it was easier to wrangle the couch and just one Furry Kid that to have us all under there in danger of being smooshed.

So Mama tipped the couch over and noticed that a big hole had been clawred or chewed in the felty part that's tacked to the bottom. So she took some scissors and cut the whole thing off. Then she noticed that there were a lot of treasures under there. Like milk jug rings and jingle balls and trash and crumbs. So she cleaned that out, too, so that Mr. Obstruction Hurl Grey couldn't obstruct himself again. I'm sorry that there's no picture of this, but Mama was a little hissed off, you know, since it was only 6 am and she hadn't even hadded her coffee yet. Daddy says when Mama gets like that, it's best to just hand her a cup of coffee and stay out of her way. hee hee Which is why I'm staying in my shoebox for a couple more days.

Mancat Monday

First of all, I'd like to wish The Tuxedo Gang Hideout a very happy 2nd Blogoversary! Tuxies ROCK! There's a super awesome spread over there with tons of snacks and drinks for everyone. Swing by for a niptini if you have a minute.

Graphic swiped from the website

Um, Dorydoo, do you want to go to the celebration with me?
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This is a picture of me in the Forbidden Room. It is forbidden because it is super unfinished. See those rusty metal icky things that my box is on? Very dangerous. Yet very manly. I like to sneak in there when The Mom isn't looking and look around. And chill in the box. It's super manly, you know. But then The Mom always picks me up and carries me out of the super duper manly dangerous Forbidden Room. It kinda stinks.

In other, super manly news, our Aunt Liz came over on Saturday. She petted me and scritched my ears and admired my mancatliness. I didn't put the bitey on her at all. The Mom seemed to notice this and gotted all bent out of shape for some reason. "Why can't I scritch your ears? Why can't I rub your belly without getting bunnykicked? Why can't I admire your feets without getting the bitey? Who scoops your litterbox? Who gives you stinky goodness?" The Mom is a whiner. Whatevs.

In other, other news, me and Dad chilled out all weekend and did manly stuff like watch lots of college basketball. He kinda wants UConn to win the whole thing because their mascot looks like someone in our household:



I think some sort of mancat mascot should win. Because that would be super manly.

I don't have a Mancat Rule of the Day today because I've been too busy mancatting around. I'll have one next week.

Happy Monday! And have a Grey-t Day!

Froot Bat Friday

Gimme some froot bat, my foot. She only got a half this week.

Awards

We gotted this award from The Fluffies.

This award is called the ‘Honest Weblog’ and if you get awarded it you have to post an honest photo and tell your readers 10 honest things about yourself.

It comes with these rules:

“When accepting this auspicious award, you must write a post bragging about it, including the name of the misguided soul who thinks you deserve such acclaim, and link back to said person so everyone knows who he or she is. Choose a minimum of 7 blogs that you find brilliant in content or design. Or improvise by including ones who have no idea who you are because you don’t have 7 friends. Show the 7 random victims’ names and links and leave a harassing comment informing them that they were prized with “Honest Weblog.” Well, there’s no prize, but they can keep the nifty icon. List at least ten honest things about yourself. Then, pass it on! “

1. Titus loves to eat. (duh)
2. EG (or maybe it's Hurl Grey?) gives an overenthusiastic bitey.
3. Titus and EG always sleep in bed with Dad and The Mom. Tazo almost never does.
4. Sometimes Hurl Grey stays up most of the night (only on weeknights, though).
5. EG loves to play in the sink.
6. Tazo and Titus steal food off of any unattended plate. EG doesn't like people food that much.
7. Titus and The Mom have a special thing they do every day. They face each other and Titus puts his head on The Mom's legs and gives her a hug. Then she reaches down and gives him scritches on his back.
8. We get breakfast before The Mom even goes to the bean litterbox room.
9. The Mom has come to count on us as furry alarm clocks.
10. We only let her down once (when we were all sick) and maded her late for work. heh heh


And Titus gotted this award from Cheyenne Millie.

Da Rulz, in a post on your bloggy & add the Awardy link, then:

~ Pass it on to furries that do the Hidey .

~ Woofies that are good friends & protect us all.
~ Leave a comment on any of our posts, of the kitty/doggy/bunny/critter that has a pic of their Hidey pose. Mom is listing them at the top right of our bloggy!

Or, use the Awardy to send some happiness to a special friend!

We're going to tag:

Titus' Life Coach, Jeter Harris for the hidey part because we saw a picture of him hiding under his brother, Mike's, bed recently.
Diamond Dawggie because he's a good dawg friend to the kittehs at his house

Wordless Wednesday

Tired on Tuesday

Well, it was a rough weekend. The Mom camed home on Friday at lunchtime like she always does. Except she stayed home. And she putted on her jammies. And.she.stayed.home. It was weird. It turns out she had some sort of ick. She hacked and coughed and sweated and frozed all weekend. Then she stayed home yesterday, too. While it should have been a great day for cuddling, she had this horrible cough that sounded like she was barking. I thought she was turning into a dawg, so I quit trying to nurse her back to health (one dawg is plenty around here). Even Titus got tired of the barking cough and wouldn't even stay in the same room with her. It was creepy. We're kinda hoping she goes back to work tomorrow - all that barking keeps us awake. And we need our rest.

Oh, and as for yesterday's post? A few of our furriends wanted to know if we had gone strollering. The answer is no. A big, old no. And guess what??? Our stroller has flat tires. All of them. We might need to call Mr TF to come over and pump them up for us.

Happy St. Patrick's Day! We're off to get some Mother's Milk. If we had thumbs. And driver's licenses. And were legal. Dang it.

~EG

PS - Do you guys think myTHE Mom is really turning into a dawg? I'm worried about her. I kinda like her just the way she is. But please don't tell her I said that.

Mancat Monday

Mancat Rule of the Day: It's extremely manly to snooze in your stroller with your sister.

Froot Bat Friday

Thinking on Thursday

Earl Grey or Hurl Grey? Mwahahahahaha

Wordless Wednesday

Tazo & Twins Tuesday

Mancat Monday

Mancat Rule of the Day: After you played Alarm Clock Cat from 2 am to 6 am, it's very important to suck up to your The Mom by laying in her lap and looking super cute and showing lots of tummy.

Froot Bat Friday

Uh, Mom? Please make sure I don't have any eye boogers. I can't have anything detracting from my ears.



At least someone around here realizes the importance of looking your best. Thanks, Dad.



Ah, much better.



Hope everybuddy has a fabulous Froot Batty Friday!

Thursday (Way More Than) Thirteen

Sunday, Mom and Dad left for a while. When they came back, they smelled like a bunch of strange dawgs. Here's where they went:




Here's a LINK in case the slide show isn't working. Because The Mom has no idea what she's doing. And we're really sorry if it comes out huge, because, again, The Mom has no idea what she's doing.

Happy Thursday, everybuddy!

Wordless Wednesday

Tazo Tuesday

That's IT!!! I've had it. It's freezy cold here again. We all have freezy toes and frozen ears of corn and Mama's fingers are like ice. Everytime she touches us we get zapped. It's no fun.



It's supposed to warm up on Friday. Wake me up then.

Mancat Monday

So The Mom gave me my favorite toy yesterday - a milk jug ring. Oh, it was heaven. I never get them any more because she has to watch me like a hawk when I play with them (because I chew them up) and she's generally too lazy to watch me for that long. But for some reason, she threw one on the ground for me and I hunted it like nobuddy's business. It was awesome!

Mancat Rule of the Day: When your The Mom gives you a toy that requires adult snoopervision, wait until she forgets about it and then hide it for later. It freaks them out *and* since they can't find it, you get to play with it later - UNsnoopervised. Preferably at 2 am. Oh yeah.

An Award!

I got this award from my awesome pal, Kesey! Thanks, Kesey! He lives with two cats, too, but his cats don't try to chomp on his delicious ears.

I'm gonna pass this on to my friends, Khyra and Dennis.