Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Tazo Tuesday

This is my new chair.  Doesn't it look comfy?  And it's ready for my clawrs.  I'm not sure why Mama freaks out every time I get near it. Just because I love love love to scratch on the couch arm doesn't mean anything. hee hee

Monday, September 27, 2010

Mancat Monday

This is the my new chair.  I like it a lot.  It is very manly.  It is a recliner, too.  So I like to go underneath and chillax sometimes.  This freaks out The Mom because she's convinced I'll get squished under there.  Whatever.  At least I'm keeping her on her toes. heh heh   The only problem with this very, very manly chair is that it's not grey.  I'm going to have to have a talk with Dad about this.  There's been a conspicuous lack of grey in the new remodeling projects.  This is not cool.

Friday, September 24, 2010

Froot Bat Friday

The sleeping froot bat edition...

I think Mom thinks that if she sneaks up on me while I'm sleeping that she can get away with NO TREATS.  I think she might be a little bit wrong. Especially since she hasn't been giving me my morning treats lately.  These froot bats may be going on strike. 

Have a great weekend, everybuddy!

Monday, September 20, 2010

Mancat Monday

I had yet *another* weekend of snoopervising.  Dad and The Mom are going to have to get it together pretty soon - I'm missing out on all kinds of nappage.  This is what I was up against on Saturday. 

See that cow in the middle of the picture?  Every time The Mom glanced at it out of the corner of her eye, she thought it was Tazo.  She even talked to it a couple of times. heh heh   At the top of the pile o' krap, you may notice something red and black.  This is the best thing ever.  It is the Tile Guy's jacket.  It's super fuzzy on the inside and I may have snuck in a nap break in there. 

By the time the weekend was over, that pile o' krap was reduced to three garbage bags and a plastic bin.  There are no "after" pictures because The Mom was too wiped out.  Well, how the paw does she think I feel?  I'm super wiped.  I only got like three, three hour naps.  Per day.  A mancat cannot survive on that little sleep.This is my snoopervisory face.  I think it's pretty mancatly. heh heh

Friday, September 17, 2010

Froot Bat Friday

Last night, Mom decided to try something different. She thought she could coax the froot bats out. Notice how bored I look.

Unenthused froot bats.

These are treatless froot bats.  You get what you pay for, if you catch my drift.

In other news, Mom is sort of bummed because I have decided that the tile guy is my new BFF.  He drops food for me, what can I say? 

Happy Weekend, everybuddy!

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Tazo Tuesday

Please excuse the eye booger. Mama started snapping pictures before I took my morning bath.  :sigh:

Happy Tuesday!

Monday, September 13, 2010

Mancat Monday

It was a very busy weekend of snoopervising the home improvements.  We pulled up one of the thresholds and found a giant hole in the floor.

So we mixed up some concrete and put it down.  Here I am, making sure that it's done the right way.

And, of course, what's a home improvement project without your own personal mark of approval?

See the pawprints? heh heh  The Mom thought it was super cute.  Dad?  Well, he just sighed. heh heh

Friday, September 10, 2010

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Thinking on Thursday

We are thinking that it's probably going to be mani/pedi time. Darn!

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

White Dawg Wednesday

I may or may not have been helping to paint the hallway. hehehe

Friday, September 3, 2010

Froot Bat Friday

The froot bats are sleepy today.  I don't think I should have to put up with a photo shoot before noon.  Isn't there some sort of claws in my contract?  I'm going to have to check with Daisy about this.

Happy Weekend, everybuddy!

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

White Dawg Wednesday

We had to go to the archives this morning.  This is one of Mom's favorite pictures of me.  If you think that she wants to give me a big smoochie right between the froot bats, you would be correct.