Merry Christmas!

Thank you, Maggy, Zoey, and Miss Ann for the pawsome Christmas card!

Froot Bat Friday

No treats.  It's almost Christmas, The Mom.  Don't you think Santa Claws would approve of you being good and giving me treats?  I think he would.  I see some coal in someMom's future.

Mancat Monday

On Tuesday.  Really, The Mom?

Apparently, she's busy.  Too busy for blogging.  Whatever.

Froot Bat Friday

The Mom thought this was a cute picture of me because she's never seen me do that with my tail.  I think she just wanted to take a picture while I was sleeping so she wouldn't have to give me treats. She thinks she's soooo smart.  I'm on to her though.  I wrote a letter to Santa Claws and asked him for a truckload of treats. And maybe I might have also asked for a new The Mom.  One who has pockets stuffed with treats all the time.  :sigh:

Happy Weekend, everybuddy!

Mancat Monday

It was freezy cold in the Mitten State this weekend.  This is pretty much what we did the whole time.

Mancat Rule of the Day:  It is very manly to use your sister as a blanket cuddle with your sister to make sure she stays warm enough.

In other news, our new header and super cool, rearranged sidebars are courtesy of Miss Ann, Maggy, and Zoey over at Zoolatry.  Thank you, thank you, thank you guys!  We love it!

Froot Bat Friday

You think giving me an empty pop bottle is the same as treats? Oh no, The Mom.  Not even close.
Don't even ask, doods.  Just don't even ask.

Mancat Monday

We had some stuff going on in our kitchen this weekend.  Some dudes came over and stoled some of our cabinets and put some different ones in.  Then some other dudes came back and brought us a new countertop.  There was a ton of loud noises and strange dudes and words from the bad word list (courtesy of The Mom) going on.  It required a lot of snoopervision, as you can see.  It totally cut into my nap time.  *BUT* I do like how Dad and The Mom picked a countertop that coordinates with my furs.  Sometimes, they can be pretty considerate.

Froot Bat Friday

TREATS! TREATS! TREATS!

Have a great weekend, everybuddy!

Tazo Tuesday

This is the look that I'm giving Daddy because he woke me up from my nap.  I mean, we have a whole routine every morning.  He drinks coffee and I snooze on his lap.  I do not care that he wants another cup of coffee.  I think that he should wait to get one until I wake up in a couple of hours.

In other news, Mama couldn't sleep last night and was reading stuff online and found out that KIMO CAME HOME! KIMO'S HOME! KIMO'S HOME! KIMO'S HOME!  Isn't that the best news?

Froot Bat Friday

See how my tail is blurry? It was wagging. Because I thought I was going to get treats. I didn't. The Mom thinks my ears look exceptionally froot batty today. I think they look sort of hungry. We seem to be having a sort of miscommunication thing going on.

We hope you guys had a nice Thanksgiving and we wish everybuddy a happy weekend.

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Mancat Monday

This is me and Dad, chillin' in the manly chair, watching some feetsball.  You can't get manlier than that, right?

Froot Bat Friday

That Mom Person?  On my list.  And on EG's. And Tazo's, too.  She didn't help us post all week.  See the dirty look that I'm giving her?  Yeah. She better sleep with one eye open tonight.  Don't even ask if I got treats.  I'm pretty sure you know the answer already.

Froot Bat Friday

Cinnamon Burst Cheerios will get you some froot bats.  Just sayin'.  Now drop those babies right in my mouth, please.

Happy Weekend, Everybuddy!

Twins on Tuesday

What?  We had our stinky goodness, took a bath, and now we're chilling on top of the fridge. It's warm up here.  What can we say?

Mancat Monday

Dad bought a new sweatshirt this weekend.  I think he made an excellent choice in color.

Mancat Rule of the Day:  It is very manly to match your furs to your people's clothes.  Because kitteh furs go with everything.

Froot Bat Friday

Today is Blogging for Peace day. We didn't get a chance to make a peace globe, but we hope this is an acceptable substitute.  Mom says rubbing my froot bats helps her feel more peaceful, so here they are, available for anybuddy who would like to give them virtual scritches.

Froot Bats for Peace!   

Mancat Monday

Dad calls this my Treehouse of Horror.  Whatever. I just crawled in here because I was tired of Tazo whapping me in the head.  Which she did all.weekend.long. Anyway, tonight is Howl-o-ween.  It's The Mom's favorite holiday, mostly because of the (froot)bats, (black)cats, and pumpkins.  (She doesn't get out much.) We gotted to watch this last night.  I sat on her lap so she wouldn't be askeered.  Because I'm manly like that.

We don't have any big plans for tonight.  We're just going to do what we do every year:  Titus is going to sniff the loud, sticky people trick or treaters that come to the door, I'm going to try to run outside at every opportunity, Tazo is going to hide under the bed, and Dad and The Mom are going to take turns handing out candy and trying to keep me and Titus in the house. Should be a super fun night. heh heh

Happy Howl-o-ween, everybuddy!

Froot Bat Friday

That Woman got to him. I heard her whispering in the hallway about "Oh, look how froot batty his froot bats are right now. Quick! Take a picture!" So Dad called me and then snapped a picture and then walked away. I'm treatless again. I think somebody's Friday night pizza is gonna be in jeopardy this evening.

Happy Weekend, everybuddy!

Mancat Monday

I have no idea what they would do

without my help.

For real.

Mancat Rule of the Day:  It is very manly to do plumbing stuff on the weekend.

Froot Bat Friday

Our plans for this weekend are napping and cuddling and napping some more.

Happy weekend, everybuddy!

Tazo Tuesday

Mama was going to send our Auntie a care package.  I was inspecting the packaging and decided that I needed to get a closer look.  Needless to say, Mama isn't going to the post office today. hee hee

Mancat Monday

I don't really have much to say today.  We read our good furriend Parker's bloggie yesterday and gotted really sad.  They found out why she hasn't been feeling good.  Please head over there today and give them all some love.

Froot Bat Friday

It was a treatless photoshoot.  I am not happy.  I certainly hope this weekend turns out better in the treats department. :sigh:

Happy Weekend, everybuddy!  I hope you guys get treats!

Tazo Tuesday

Me and Daddy watched the Motor City Stripey Kitties play baseball yesterday.  Turns out, that we don't really want to talk about that game today.  Maybe they will do better tonight.  Maybe. We are all crossing our paws.
Notice how my furs are great contrast on Daddy's pants?  I always like to help him accessorize his work pants.  Don't I do a great job? hee hee

Mancat Monday

Just chillin' on top of the fridge.  Hoping that The Mom would open the door and I could slide right in there and scope out the snacks.  Unfortunately, that didn't happen. 

We wanted to wish our furriends in Canada a very Happy Thanksgiving!  Do you guys get to eat turkey today?  Will you bring me some?

Froot Bat Friday

PIZZA BONE!  Yummy!

It's supposed to be super warm this weekend.  I'm planning on napping outside in the sun. Totally warms the furs and accentuates the dawggy aroma. Have a great weekend everybuddy!

Tazo Toesday

Mancat Monday

What?

Froot Bat Friday

Dads are super good for cuddling.  The Moms?  Not so much.  Eat your heart out, lady.

Happy Weekend, everybuddy!

Tazo (and Titus) on Tuesday: The Lion Tamer Edition

Titus and I were hanging out on the couch with Daddy, watching some feetsball on TV.

And then a rousing game of Lion Tamer* broke out!  It's super fun.  Sorry for the blurry picture, but Lion Tamer is an action-packed game. hee hee

And then back to watching the game.

We were lucky that we were hanging out with Daddy when the Lion Tamer game broke out.  Mama always says, "We don't play Lion Tamer.  Remember the Feet and Tails Rule**." She never lets us have any fun.

*Lion Tamer is a game that I like to play with Titus.  I pretend I'm a lion tamer and I have to tame the very, very rare Froot Bat-Eared Dawg-Lion. And as a finishing move, I put my head inside the vicious beast's mouth.  The only downside to this super fun game is that I get dawg spit on my head furs.  Which is kinda slimy.  

**The Feet and Tails Rule is a rule that Mom has for Titus if he happens to lose his patience with EG and me. He can only bite us on the feet or tails - because we can live a somewhat normal life without a foot or a tail. Daddy has a nice poem that he says sometimes to help Titus remember: "Tails and feet, everyone's neat. Tummy and head, everyone's dead." Mama doesn't really like that poem. hee hee

Mancat Monday

So, doods, here's the deal.  Every day, The Mom gives me and Tazo a bowl of water just for us and then puts out a big bowl of water in the kitchen for those delicious, pink ears.  I prefer to drink out of the big bowl, but I do not like drinking after those delicious, pink ears because there is always dawg drool in the bowl after.  Recently, I've discovered that after Dad uses the litterbox, he leaves the lid up and there is an endless supply of cool, drool-less water, which is super delicious.  Me and The Mom are now having a difference of opinion.  See, I think that toilet water is cool and refreshing.  She says toilet water is not for drinking and that she's not going to kiss me if I'm drinking out of the toilet.  But just look at those lips.  Aren't they absolutely  kissable - toilet water or not? 

Mancat Rule of the Day:  It is super manly to stay hydrated.  And toilet water is the nommiest. 

Froot Bat Friday

Dad took this picture. I got a treat. Which sort of made me smile a little.  I also slobbered all over The Mom's (yep, that's what I call her now after the Single Solitary Apple Jack Incident and the The Mom's "Too Bizzy To Blog" Debacle) hand when she gave the treat.  Which also made me smile a little. hehehe It's supposed to be rainy here in the Mitten State all weekend.  I've got some serious naptime scheduled.  I can't wait.

Happy Weekend, everybuddy!

Mancat Monday

Please note the disapproving look that I am giving to The Mom. It's Monday morning and I'm just waiting for her to go to work so that I can go back to bed and snooze with Dad. She just needs to hurry up and go. Instead, she's trying to get "a good picture" of me for Mancat Monday. Newsflash, The Mom. Any picture of me is good. Sheesh. The Moms these days. This one better watch out - she might get traded in.

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Froot Bat Friday

It's official.  She is "The Mom" now, and is quickly heading into "That Woman" territory.  See, she didn't let us blog all week because she was bizzy and stressed out.  Then I got no treats for this picture.  In fact, she had Dad take it because I'll throw up the froot bats for him whenever he asks.  There's a reason for that, lady.

Have a great weekend, everybuddy!  I hope you guys get some treats.

Mancat Monday

It was pretty rainy here all weekend.  We all caught up on our naps.  I even cuddled with The Mom a little bit. And then I might have given her a super tiny bitey.  And a bit of a bunnykick. You gotta keep The Moms in line, sometimes. heh heh

Froot Bat Friday

Mom was pretty impressed with today's froot bats.  I, too, thought they were some of my best work and that I should be rewarded for my efforts.  Oh, I got rewarded. With a single, solitary apple jack. Really, Mom?  If you don't watch it, I'm gonna start calling you "The Mom" like somekitty else I know. You're on thin ice, lady.

Happy Weekend, everybuddy!  I hope you guys can score some delicious treats!

Tazo Tuesday

Purrito, anyone?

Froot Bat Friday

Today's Froot Bats brought to you by nommy pizza crust

Happy Weekend, everybuddy!

Wordless Wednesday - Window Edition

Tazo Tuesday

The other day, Mama was looking for me. She looked in all my favorite nappy spots, but I was no where to be found. She walked into the bedroom and this is what she found:

Oh, hai, Mama!

Sometimes it's good to keep your pawrents on their toes. hee hee

Mancat Monday

Doods.

Nip.

The End.

Froot Bat Friday

Doods.  Bad news.  I think Mom got to Dad. He took this picture last night. And gave me no treats. And Mom was sort of bummed about my froot bats because she said they were Flying Nun Froot Bats (she prefers the more relaxed, out-to-the-side froot bats).  But he said, "But he's smiling!" Then she said that maybe Dad could let me lick the milk from the bottom of his cereal bowl when he was done with it just to sort of coax out the relaxed froot bats and he wouldn't do it. Doods.  I'm distraught.  I don't even know what to do. I thought he was on my side. His excuse was that he thought I wasn't allowed to have people foods.  And Mom said (thankfully!) that I get people foods on Thursday nights when I'm doing my photoshoots. Now if only she would follow her own advice.  See what I'm dealing with here?  It's tough.

I hope you guys have a great weekend and get tons and tons of treats.

Twins on Tuesday

Sometimes you just gotta hog the couch. 

Froot Bat Friday

Dad sent Mom this picture yesterday.  But she knew it wasn't me right away. Sometimes she's a good Mom. 

Apparently, Dad saw this guy riding around town and followed him into the BK parking lot (and uh, why didn't you bring me some BK Dad?!?!?!  A plain hamburger would've been lovely!)  Dad says he was pretty barky, and so not nearly as nice as me.  I gotta say that this guy's got some pretty good froot bats.

Anyway, last night?  TREATS!  Tortilla chips! Yum!  But I guess I got pretty excited because Mom had to hold on to the chips while Dad took the picture. I'm thinking I need to get Dad involved in more of my photoshoots.  There seems to be more treats when he's around.

Happy Weekend, everybuddy! 

Whisker Hump Wednesday

This isn't exactly how I wanted my first Whisker Hump Wednesday to go. Krap.  But I think maybe Kismet would understand about how sometimes you lose a whiskie or two. Kismet, you were one of the very first blogs we ever visited and I totally learned how to be a mancat from you.  Rest in peace, buddy.  We'll never forget you.