Friday, July 30, 2010

Froot Bat Friday

So Mom tried to do a photoshoot last night. I refused to fall for it. In fact, I was chillaxin' on my tower of beds and doing some awesome froot bats, if I do say so myself, and whenever she tried to take a picture, I would tense them all up and make them non-froot batty. (Did I mention that there were no treats?  Just saying.)  She finally gave up. hehehe

So then me and Tazo were hanging out on the couch and Mom started squeeing. Can't a couple of Furry Kids catch a break? We're just hanging around, not going out of our way to be cute or anything. :sigh:

Once Tazo started making biscuits on my head, it was all over.  Our ears are still ringing.  In fact, I think Eric and Flynn could probably hear Mom SQUEEing all the way over in Britain.  It wasn't pretty.

So this morning, she tried again.  She hadn't had enough coffee and I hadn't had enough treats.  Needless to say, an early morning photoshoot is probably not a good idea, Mom.  Especially when you start it out by saying, "Good morning, Mr. Froot Bat." 

Have a great weekend, everybuddy!

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Thinking on Thursday

The Mom thinks that the curly paw thing (shown above) is super cute.  I think she should maybe let me finish my nap.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Tazo Tuesday

First of all, we have some old business to take care of. Remember EG and his "just right" box from yesterday? Some of you suggested that maybe that box wouldn't be just right any more if he maybe wanted to stretch out or lay down. May I present to you the following evidence...

In other news, Mama tries and tries to get me to look at the camera.  I never, ever do.  This is as close as it gets. hee hee  Oh, and just so you know, I didn't get any of that tuna that's sitting by me.

Happy Tuesday!

Monday, July 26, 2010

Mancat Monday

Mancat Rule of the Day:  It is very important to pick the right size box for relaxing in.  It shouldn't be too big, it shouldn't be too small.  That Goldilocks chick had the right idea.

Friday, July 23, 2010

Froot Bat Friday

So, Mom went to the archives for today's picture because her and Dad abandoned us last night to go see THIS GUY and there was no photoshoot AND NO TREATS.  Anyway, this is one of her favorite pictures of me.  Did I mention there were no treats?  I think I'm going to have to crack down on her going to the archives.  Shouldn't I get royalties or something?  I think I need to look into this.

Anyway, Happy Weekend, Everybuddy!  I hope at least somebody out there has a Mom or Dad or Not the Mama or Big Thing or Food Lady or Two-Legger who will give them treats this weekend.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Thinking on Thursday

I'm still helping The Mom with her "spring cleaning."  It's not going well.  I'm thinking she may be hopeless.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

What the Paw?!?! Wednesday

I'm ready for my mani/pedi, Mama. Ok, not really.  Just joking. Please do not touch my feets.  Ever.  Kthxbye.

Monday, July 19, 2010

Mancat Monday

These are my toes.  You may notice that my whites are not that white on the bottom.  This may be because The Mom needs to mop the floors.  heh heh  It was pretty much Africa hot in the Mitten State this weekend, so we all just laid around.  Me and The Mom got some cuddle time in.  She was happy.  She was even happier this morning when she woke up to two legless fly carcasses and two piles of yakked up paper towels and fur.  She said, "Wow, you guys were busy last night."  Yes, The Mom, we were.  We gotta keep you safe while you're sleeping.

Mancat Rule of the Day:  Nothing says "I love you" like a legless fly carcass.

Friday, July 16, 2010

Froot Bat Friday

Artistic froot bats (I just wanted to watch the storm outside and she turned it into a photoshoot)

The froots of Mom's pluckhing

"Gimme some frooooooot baaaaaaat." Yes, she said it. I was trying to concentrate on Dad's peanutbutter sammich. Mom says I look deb-oh-nair in this picture. I don't know. I just want some sammich. Which I did not get, by the way.

Happy Weekend, everybuddy! 

Thursday, July 15, 2010

This Thursday is Earl(Grey)'s Day

The Mom has been spring cleaning this week.  It's super hard work.  I'm helping her sort stuff.  She really, really, really needs my help, as you can see. 

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Not So Wordless Wednesday

See those arrows?  They are pointing to sad, little, damp, half-chewed pieces of spinach. The Furry Kids do not like leafy greens.  That is all.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Tazo and Toes Tuesday

Just so you know, those are not my toes on my neck. 

Monday, July 12, 2010

Mancat Monday

This is pretty much all we did all weekend.  It is very mancatly to snooze with your sister.  In other news, The Mom spilled some stinky goodness on Tazo's head, so I made sure to clean it up real good.  Until she hissed at me. heh heh

Friday, July 9, 2010

Froot Bat Friday

We're still having The Hots here in the Mitten State.  This is pretty much all me and my froot bats have been doing this week. 

Here is a close up of a froot bat for your Froot Bat Friday viewing pleasure.

And then Mom gave me a smooch right between the froot bats.  She added the lips to show you exactly where her favorite smoochie spot is.

That photoshoot (without treats, I might add!) sure wiped me out.  I think it's time for a nap.
Happy Weekend, Everybuddy!

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Thursday is Hurl's Day

I've been on my best behavior.  Believe it or not.  I've been very careful not to rock the boat, ever since the E.S.B.C.* has been hanging around.  (Well, there was one tiny little toe-bitey-on-That-Woman incident, but she didn't seem to mind.)  See, they're trying to kick E.S.B.C. out, but I don't want to get mixed up in any of that bizness.  I'm an evil twin, of course, but I am not nearly that evil. E.S.B.C is ruining the reputations of evil twins everywhere.  It's no good, I tell you.  Wish me luck.
Until next time, Mwahahahahahahahahaha...

*Evil Spawn of Basement Cat


Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Not So Wordless Wednesday

Tazo here. That grey blob on the left of me is EG.  We're all on the couch! Together! Things have been calmer here this week at Casa de Furry Kids.  Everyone is feeling much better about things.  Mama's missing her nightly EG cuddle time since the boys aren't supposed to sleep in the same room, but she makes sure she gets some cuddles in before she goes to bed.  In other, nommy news, it has been Treat-a-Rama for sure.  Mama and EG have been practicing their cue word/treat game.  I show up and get treats, too.  It's working out just great for me. hee hee  In other, super nommy news, Mama made us a super delicious treat.  She took a dixie cup and put a couple of treats in there and then smeared some baby food meat on the side of the cup.  It's super yummy and fun because the cup rolls all over and you can pounce on it. 
Happy Wednesday everybuddy!  And if you live where The Hots are like we do right now, we hope you stay cool!

Friday, July 2, 2010

Froot Bat Friday

Happy Froot Bat Friday, everybuddy!  We want to wish all of our furriends and safe and happy 4th of July!  And a very Happy belated Canada Day to all of our northern furriends!

Thursday, July 1, 2010

What the Paw?! Wednesday on Thursday

This is a picture of me and Dad watching TV the other day.

So, we haven’t been around much lately. It’s not because there’s nothing going on. In fact, it’s been pretty busy around here. Ever since the big INCIDENT a couple of weeks ago, things have been a little bit upsetted at Casa de Furry Kids. I have been a little on edge, Tazo hisses at me all the time, and Titus has been trying to avoid me like the plague. And The Mom, well, she’s still freaked out about the whole chomping thing. As it turns out, we’ve pretty much figured out that while Hurl Grey is my evil twin, he’s not the one doing all the frenzied, freaked out chomping. The Mom thinks that HG just does your everyday bad stuff: toe biteys, THoE in the middle of the night, etc. She thinks that HG may have his very own evil twin: EVIL like the spawn of Basement Cat.

Last week, The Mom called and talked to the v-e-t. Dr. P said that she would maybe consider medication for me, but she thought that maybe we all should talk to a behaviorist first. She gave The Mom a referral and we got an appointment for this week. To get ready for the appointment, Dad and The Mom had to fill out this giant form and draw a diagram of our house and email it back to the clinic, along with a picture of my handsomeness.

On Tuesday, me and Titus and Dad and The Mom went to the clinic. It was in a v-e-t hospital. There are all kinds of specialists there, like heart doctors and bone doctors and allergy doctors and cancer doctors. We met Dr. D and her assistant, Miss Melissa. They were both super nice. And they had pockets full of treats! And giant jars of catnip! And a huge tank of delicious fishies! And a box of toys! Dad and The Mom and Dr. D talked and talked about what has been going on: with the roaming cats, with me and Titus, Titus and Tazo, me and Tazo, and pretty much every combination of Furry Kids and ‘rents that you can think of. Dr D and Miss Melissa watched me and Titus interacting. Apparently, I am very confident and Titus would very much like to avoid me. They even took video of how we all act together. It was pretty cool. And they said I was handsome. Heh heh

So Dr. D said that our regular v-e-t, Dr. P was right when she said that I had a redirected aggression problem most likely caused by those roaming cats. So she gave Dad and The Mom lots of tips and suggestions for how to help me feel better. First, Dad and The Mom are supposed to make our yard super askeery to roaming cats. The Mom says she’s going for seventh level of H-E-Double Hockey Sticks askeery. Her and Dad and Dr D are working on getting some booby traps ordered and set up around our yard.

We’re also getting our window privileges revoked. The Mom was a little sad because she was sure that we loved looking out the window. Dr. D said she wasn’t sure that we were enjoying it – it might be that we feel like we have to be on guard and defend our territory and it’s upsetting me. So Dad and The Mom are going to put some film over some of our windows so that what we see will be way more limited.

As for inside the house, we're still going to rocking the kitteh Kryptonite Feliway diffusers and the spray.  Dr D said that that stuff is pretty effective, but it needs to be going all the time.  I’m going to have to wear a collar with a bell. Just like Tripper. Except instead of warning the delicious treats in Tripper’s yard, my bell is supposed to warn some delicious pink ears of where I am in the house so that Titus can avoid me if he feels like he has to. As if! This made me think that Dr. D was not as cool as I had thought. Dr. D also said that kittehs can learn to walk in a way that their bells don’t make a noise, so Dad and The Mom are going to have to watch and switch out the bells or add more if they see it happening.

But one good thing is that it sounds like it’s going to get to be Treat-a-Rama around our house from now on. Dr D talked to Dad and The Mom about making me do stuff for treats, like coming when they call me. I sense lots of treats in my future. It sounds like Titus is going to be getting more treats, too. He and Dad and The Mom are supposed to play hide and seek a few times a week so that he will reliably come to one of them when they call. So if things get upsetted at home and I get agitated, then my treat training will help focus my attention on something else and Titus’ hide and seek will help him get somewhere safe and away from me. Tazo’s pretty lucky because me and Titus think she’s just going to get treats for being cute – not because she has to do anything. The Mom seems to think that we’re thinking wrong for some reason, so I guess we’ll see about Tazo.

I also have to take some medications for a while. Dr. D and Dad and The Mom talked and talked about it. Dr. D thinks it will help me feel better. The Mom was super worried about it changing my personality or turning me into a sleepy lump. Dr. D said that that is not at all what she wants to do and if that happens, then she and Dad and The Mom will talk about it and change the dose or change the medicines. So then the appointment was getting close to being over and I was thinking that it was probably the best v-e-t visit EVER. No one poked at me or stuck anything up my booty. I got catnip and treats - the whole Royal treatment. Until Miss Melissa took me in the back and STOLED MY BLOODS. OUT OF MY NECK. LIKE A VAMPIRE. That did not make me happy and I could not get my neck furs back to they way I like them. It took forever. Supposedly, she wanted to make sure everything was normal with my bloods before I started the medicine.I think maybe she could have done it without messing up my furs.

All in all, Dad and The Mom are feeling lots better about things. They just really want their happy Furry Kids back, so we’re all doing our homework. And eating nommy treats. We’re definitely going to keep you guys posted about the stuff that’s going to be happening at our house.

I think this goes without saying, but please don't try this at home. Our plan is specially tailored to what's going on in our house.  If anybuddy is having problems, please please please talk to your v-e-t about it.  Make sure everybuddy gets all checked out and work out a plan with your v-e-t that works at your house.

Thanks to everyone who managed to read this whole thing. The Mom was going to split it into two parts, but tomorrow’s Froot Bat Friday and she didn’t want to leave it hanging over the weekend. Don’t forget to stop by tomorrow. The Mom says she’s got a good picture of those froot bats for you.