Friday, July 29, 2011

Froot Bat Friday

I got a treat.  From Dad. Not from Mom. I think I'm going to have to buddy up to Dad more. He's waaaay better at dropping stuff.

And speaking of buddying up:

Somekitty was trying to horn in on my treat.

Happy Weekend, everybuddy!

Monday, July 25, 2011

Mancat Monday

Mancat Rule of the Day:  It is very manly to position yourself on the people bed directly under the cold air blowy thing.  And then not move all weekend.  Because we still have The Hots here.

Friday, July 22, 2011

Froot Bat Friday

We've had The Hots this week in the Mitten State. Mom and Dad haven't really been eating a whole lot, so the chances of them dropping something delicious on the floor are pretty slim.  Here I am trying to get some of Dad's salad.  Which is something that I do not find delicious, but that's how bad it's gotten in the treat department around here. In fact, it's gotten so bad that I even considered eating a piece of lettuce. Which at any other time would just be wrong wrong wrong.  This dawg doesn't do leafy greens.

We hope everybuddy has a great weekend.  We're just going to lay around this weekend and wait for The Hots to go away.  It will look something like this:

Happy Weekend!

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Tattletail Tuesday on Wednesday

Last week, Titus helped Mama clean the litterboxes again.  And then, as usual, he gotted a case of the litterbox 'tocks. Let's just say Mama camed home for lunch on Friday and discovered that she was going to have to sacrifice the rug in the bedroom.  hee hee  She put the call out to Daddy to ask if he'd pick up another rug on the way home (since it's easier on Titus to have rugs on our super slippery floors).  Daddy camed home with a new rug, and it is super awesome. EG thinks it's even super manly. hee hee

As for me, we've had a case of the hots here in the Mitten State.  This is all I've been doing.

I find that snoozing on Daddy is really quite comfy. He complains about it being too hot, but whatever. I'm Daddy's little speckly girl and its where I belong.

Monday, July 18, 2011

Mancat Monday

It is very manly to show your belly.

And turn on the charm (complete with a touch of the paw dangle).

The Moms tend find it irresistible.  Then when they go in for a tummy rub, you can bunnykick the living daylights out of them. heh heh

Friday, July 15, 2011

Froot Bat Friday

I was chillaxing on the patio last night. It's easy to let your froot bats relax when they're not in danger of being chomped by HG.  Because he is not allowed outside.  And because he is grounded for life ever since his big adventure last week. Mom says I look very refined in this picture. I say I look kinda hissed off because she handed out NO treats for this photoshoot. When will she learn?

Happy Weekend, everybuddy!  Hope its full of naps and treats!

Monday, July 11, 2011

Mancat Monday

Doods! I had a super manly adventure last week. See, the front door didn't latch real good and it opened while Dad and The Mom were out. And I ranned outside! The Mom camed home from work and there were only two out of three Furry Kids at home.  She thought maybe I was locked in a room somewhere since I have managed to close the door on myself during my house patrols. She looked all over the house and she didn't find me any where. According to my sources on the inside, she was freaking out.  Then she noticed that the front door was open.  That really freaked her out.

So here I am, outside in the 'hood, and having a great adventure. I thought I heard The Mom calling me, but I was kind of having a lot of fun, so I didn't pay too much attention. Then she pulled out all the stops and started rattling the kibble bag.  No fair, The Mom. No fair. I couldn't resist the rattly goodness.  I squawked at her and then ran over from the neighbor's house to get the kibble. It was a blast. The end. 

EG, is that really the story? Really?

Ok, ok, Tazo. So that's not quite the whole story.  The Mom camed home and the door was open and I was gone. She gotted really askeered and ranned around the house looking in all the hidey spots.  Then she ranned around the back yard and looked for me, since when I do manage to run out the door, I usually only roll around on the patio.  Then she looked in all the trees in the yard and called for me.  She may or may not have been crying, and I may or may not feel kinda bad about that.  She wented inside the house and grabbed the bag of kibble because it's the noisiest and rattliest and I love love love the sound of the kibble bag. She walked all over the neighbor's back yard because he has all kinds of bushy flowers and stuff that would be good hidey spots.  She didn't see me back there so she kept calling me and rattling the kibble bag.  I called to her once, but she wasn't sure since it was windy and hard to hear anything but the trees.  She called louder and shook the bag and I squawked real loud and ran to her.  But I was really askeered and poofy and I didn't recognize her at first.  I even hissed at her. I feel kinda bad about that part. But she talked real quiet to me and dropped kibbles on the ground for me. And she did that all the way back to the house.  By the time we got back home, Dad pulled in and helped calm me down. I gotted a little while in time out because I hissed at Tazo and she hissed at me and The Mom wanted everyone to calm down, so that she could make sure I didn't have any boo boos on me (I didn't).  I eated a whole can of stinky goodness and I played with the ice cubes she put in the water bowl for me because it was super hot outside. That part was pretty fun. 

This is me a little while after I gotted home, and boy, does that floor feel nice and cool on the old tummy furs:

The Mom keeps calling it, "EG's Big Adventure."  I guess it's sort of like that other adventure movie that she likes a lot.  But whatever. I mean, we both wear grey suits, but mine's a tuxedo and I think I look much more deb-oh-nair. 

Mancat Rule of the Day:  Even though it sounds like it's super fun, an outside adventure can get kinda askeery and it's probably better to just stay in the house. And it's probably not that manly to make your The Mom cry. 

Friday, July 8, 2011

Froot Bat Friday

Doods! We're going to have to owe you some better froot bats.  Mine are nervous. See, EG took a walkabout the other day.  For some reason, the front door didn't latch and he ranned outside. When Mom came home after work, she was down to only two Furry Kids, which really freaked her out. I'll let him fill you in on Mancat Monday. Let's just say, he's home, he's safe, he's grounded, and he's in a bad mood. And when he's in a bad mood, he always goes for the froot bats. He claims that their deliciousness cheers him up, but whatever. I'm sorry, doods.  This is all I've got right now. These froot bats can't even relax. Not even for treats.

Here's my PSA for the week:  Doods!  Stay home!
And have a great weekend!

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Mancat Monday on Tuesday

Hand me that remote, would ya?  And while you're up, could ya grab me a toona joose?

Mancat Rule of the Day:  It is very manly to chillax in your recliner and watch some TV.

Friday, July 1, 2011

Froot Bat Friday

So here is my crocodile toy from Skeezix and the Food Lady. He's crazy fun. I'm telling you.  Grab this guy by the leg and shake, shake, shake.  He whips around and flops and bops you in the head.  Super fun!  In fact, I was playing and playing with him until Dad dropped a graham cracker. Sorry, crocodile, graham crackers win every time.

Mom gotted me new treats last night.  They are pretty nommy.  (She did say "gimme some froooooot baaaaat" to me last night.  But at least this time she had a handful of treats. Maybe she's learning.)

The treats are soooo nommy that I may have gotted a little excited. Mom fixed the picture for me. hehehehe

We hope you all have a great weekend.  Happy Canada Day to all our furriends in the north!