Froot Bat Friday

FRENCH FRY! FRENCH FRY! FRENCH FRY!  I think The Mom is finally catching on.  French fries = froot bats  

In other news, thank you for all of the purrs and purrayers for Tazo.  I think they're working.  We gotted her bloodwork results from Mitten State University yesterday.  All of her thyroid numbers were normal.  She has one more day of medicines and then we see how she feels when she's off of her medicines.  We're soooo hoping that she's back to normal and doesn't start puking again.  If you still have some extra purrs laying around, please please please send them our way.  We just want our sisfur to be healthy again.

Happy weekend, everybuddy!

Frootbat/Mancat/TwinsonTuesday on Monday?

We're super confused.  The pawrents have had a rough week, so The Mom is trying to smoosh everything into one post. 

Here is my Frootbat Friday picture.  Courtesy of some super nommy grilled cheese sammich.  It's been treat-a-rama around here this week.  Not for a fun reason (Tazo's been pretty sick, so I've been getting to share in the delicious chicken and rice that The Mom made for her), but treats are treats.

Mancat Rule of the Day:  It is very manly to cuddle with your sisfur when she feels good enough to let you.

We know its a super busy time of year, but if anyone has some extra purrs and wouldn't mind sending them our way, we'd really appreciate it.  Tazo was throwing up and having the squirts this week.  The Mom took her to see Dr P and she gotted some medicine and a bland diet.  She's feeling much better, but we're still not sure if it was a virus or if she ate something she shouldn't have or if there's something else going on.  Dr P sent some of her bloods to Michigan State to have a special thyroid test done, but those results won't be back until sometime next week.  Or she could have inflammatory bowel disease, but we sort of have to wait and see what happens when she's done with her medicine.  So The Mom being The Mom is super duper worried and just wants everyone to be healthy again.

In other news, tho, SANTA CLAWS IS COMING TONIGHT!!!  We can't wait!

Mancat Monday

Mancat Rule of the Day:  It is very manly to give your The Mom the stink eye when she is crawling around on the floor trying to take your picture when she should really be getting ready for work.  Stinky goodness doesn't grow on trees, lady.  Now, get out there and bring home some green papers.

Froot Bat Friday

Sorry for the blurriness.  The Mom kept saying, "T! Hold still! Let me get your picture!" But you can't hold nommy mashed potatoes with super nommy roast beast gravies on it in front of someone's face and expect them to hold still.  Sheesh.

Happy Weekend, everybuddy!

Mancat Monday

Mancat Rule of the Day:  It is very manly to pretend to be snoozing on a towel in the hallway.  Then when your The Mom walks by, you grab her feets. heh

Froot Bat Friday: Flashback

The Mom is super duper lazy busy this week, so we're doing a flashback.  This post is from May 6, 2011:

Since my secret lair was revealed last week (grrrrr), I thought I might as well take you on a tour of my other favorite napping spots.  Here are Favorite Froot Bat Napping Spots numbers 2, 3, and 4:

Please look closely at the above photo.  Favorite Napping Spot #2 is located in the background of the photo.  It is a fabulously comfy dawg bed from the warehouse club. It is fuzzy and warm on one side (for winter napping) and cool and comfy on the other side (for summer napping).  Favorite Napping Spot #3 is on the couch, on the cushion that is in the foreground. Normally, it is covered with a blanket so that the twins' clawrs don't scratchie it up, but I like to uncover it so that I can feel the cool leather against my furs.  Which leads me to Favorite Napping Spot #4:  the pile of blankies and pillows on the floor. It's an ok Napping Spot in a pinch, but it takes a lot of work to get the blankies scrunchied up just right.


Last night, Dad caught up with me in yet another Favorite Napping Spot (#5).  I am avoiding the camera because *somekitteh* is making biscuits on me and I don't really want to be seen in such a compromising position.  Plus, I'm not looking at the camera because I GOT NO TREATS.  Work with me, Dad! Sheesh! You're turning into Mom. :sigh:

Have a great weekend, evverybuddy!

Mancat Monday

I'm trying to ignore the flashy box and the obnoxious penguin jammies.  In other news, The Mom says my whiskies look extremely luxurious in this picture.  I tend to agree with her. MOL

This morning, The Mom overslept.  Once she dragged herself out of bed, I followed her around the house and gave her the what for.  I mean, she needs to get up and leave so that she can get green papers so that she can buy us nommy foods and our fancy, wheat litter. The Moms these days - they're so hard to motivate sometimes.

Mancat Rule of the Day:  It is very manly to make sure that your The Mom gets out of the house on time in the mornings.

Froot Bat Friday

Treatless. Grrrrr

In other news, here is an old picture of me sort of breaking the Feet and Tails Rule**.  It makes The Mom gasp, but then she giggles about it, so I'm not sure what to think.  I guess I just need to keep following The Rule.

Have a great weekend, everybuddy!



**The Feet and Tails Rule is a rule that The Mom has for me if I happen to lose my patience with EG and Tazo. I am only allowed to bite them on the feet or tails - because they can live a somewhat normal life without a foot or a tail. Dad has a nice poem that he says sometimes to help me remember: "Tails and feet, everyone's neat. Tummy and head, everyone's dead." The Mom doesn't really like that poem. hee hee

Tazo Tuesday

Mama keeps giggling about my back feets.  I don't know why.  They are just my feets. Mamas are weird.

Mancat Monday

This is pretty much how we spent the weekend.

Froot Bat Friday

It was a weird week, doods.  I went after a evil squirrel in the back yard and hurted my neck.  So I hadded to go to the v-e-t.  It was awful.  BUT they didn't steal my bloods and I didn't have to get the thermometer, so it was as ok as it could be.  Plus, I gotted some medicines to help me feel better.  And The Mom felt horrible about the whole thing so I got lots of attentions and I get tons of treats when I get my medicines. It's not my favorite way to score treats, but sometimes you gotta take the good with the bad.

In other news, a super cool guy came to clean our furnace this week.  I think he's been reading our bloggie because he brought me two treats. TWO whole treats.  Full size milk bones.  The big dawg kind, not the small size.  It.was.awesome.  I wish we could get our furnace cleaned every day.

We hope everybuddy had a great Thanksgiving and got to eat lots of turkey (we didn't get a single bite!  Like I said, it was a weird week). Have a great weekend!

Mancat Monday

Mancat Rule of the Day:  It is very manly to steal your The Mom's spot on the comfy chair.  And then give her dirty looks when she's trying to take your picture. heh heh

Froot Bat Friday

Scritches from Dad are NOT treats.

Wordless Wednesday: Snoozin'

Froot Bat Friday

Doods.  Bad stuff happened yesterday.  I hadded to get my teeths cleaned.  It was terrible.  I couldn't have breakfast yesterday morning (and you all know that breakfast is the most important meal of the day).  They stealed my bloods.  I gotted my arm shaved.  I gotted what Dr P calls a "pawdicure" while I was sleeping.  I hadded to spend the whole day at the v-e-t.  And then when I came home, I could only have a little bit of water and 1/3 of my supper.  Because they didn't want me to yack from the sleepy medicines they gave me.  Which means that I didn't get any treats last night either.  It was a really bad day.   (On the plus side because The Mom says I should tell you guys, my teeths cleaned up real nice and they look kinda pretty and Dr P didn't have to pull any of them and my breath is lots better.)

Just look at my arm!  It's bare.  It's chilly here in the Mitten State.  What if my furs don't grow back before winter?

 

This is me ignoring The Mom.  I wasn't feeling very froot batty and the sleepy medicines that they gave me made me feel all weird, so I had no control over my ears at all.  They were stuck in that position for hours.  It was terrible.  Because I wanted to give The Mom my angry ears all night.

Yeah, and the no treats thing?  It was terrible.  But I did manage to swipe a tiny bite of her tuna sammich.  

Happy Weekend, everybuddy!

Wordless Wednesday

Mancat Monday

Purrsonal space?  What's purrsonal space?

Froot Bat Friday

French fry! French fry! French fry! With a little bit of ketchup.  Totally nommy.

Happy Weekend, everybuddy!

Thinking on Thursday

It's been cold and rainy this week.  We've just been hanging out on Dad this week.  This makes The Mom a little jealous, but she's always wandering around the house doing stuff instead of just sitting still and letting us hang out.  

Froot Bat Friday

Three guesses where I'm going.  And let me remind you that no one takes me for a car ride for the fun of it any more. Yep, I had to go to the v-e-t yesterday.  (Sorry for the nervous froot bats, but I hate going to the v-e-t) My teeths are kinda yucky and I have really bad dragon breath.  So Dad tooked me to see Dr P-G.  And now I have to get my teeths cleaned. I just don't wanna.  But then The Mom felt bad for me and gave me some pretty good treats last night.  I gotted a french fry and a bite of turkey.  Pretty nommy.

And just so nobuddy feels cheated out of their Froot Bat Friday, here is a picture of me watching the World Series and hogging the couch.

Have a great weekend, everybuddy!

Twins on Tuesday

Froot Bat Friday

Cat treats.  I got cat treats.  I am not a cat.  I am a dawg.  The Mom?   I think we're going to have to put her on eBay.

Happy Weekend, everybuddy!

Mancat Monday

Mancat Rule of the Day:  It is very manly to steal the Froot Bat's bed.

Froot Bat Friday

Dad gave me a bite of bread.  The Mom gave me nothing.  I gave her this sad, pitiful look.  It didn't work at the time, but when she started looking at the pictures later, she was feeling really bad, so I got a ton of treats.  Total score.  I'm going to have to remember this trick.

Happy Weekend!

Gotcha Day!

Today is our 7th Gotcha Day!  We'll be getting a ton of treats tonight, right?

Froot Bat Friday

I smiled and froot batted for a measly potato chip half. I really thought there'd be more.

Happy Weekend, everybuddy!

Thinking on Thursday

We're thinking that it would be nice if Dad turned off the light so that we could finish our nap on the laundry.

Mancat Monday

Mancat Rule of the Day:  It is very manly to make sure that your The Mom is not able to roll over in bed. heh heh

Froot Bat Friday

This is the look I was giving The Mom right before I tried to steal her sammich off of her plate.  I didn't get the sammich, but I did get a french fry and a piece of corn. I would have rather had the sammich.

Happy Weekend, everybuddy!

Mancat Monday

There's nothing like starting your day with some nip.

Froot Bat Friday

TREATS! TREATS! TREATS!

Happy Weekend, everybuddy!

Wordless Wednesday

Mancat Monday

Mancat Rule of the Day:  It is very manly to sit at the top of the Tower of Terror and shoot lazer beam eyes at your The Mom.

Froot Bat Friday

French fries!  That's why the pic is so blurry.  I wouldn't stop jumping around.

Happy Weekend, everybuddy!

Wordless Wednesday

Mancat Monday

It was kinda chilly here in the Mitten State over the weekend.  Well, at least that's what The Mom said (but she's always freezy cold, so whatever).  Plus, she was super tired.  So I napped with her to make sure that she got enough rests.  She is also still very sleepy which is why this post is kinda lame, but don't tell her I said that.

Pee Ess - There's a ton of furriends who need our purrs and purrayers right now.  We've got our motors in high gear today.

Froot Bat Friday

Sorry for the recycled picture.  The Mom gave me a taste of her yogurt last night (while the twins were sleeping so I didn't even have to share!).  But she was having a problem handling the spoon, the yogurt container, and the flashy box all at once, so she didn't get a good picture.  Which is fine with me because the most important part of the whole thing was the yogurt.

Happy Weekend, everybuddy!
 

Mancat Monday on Wednesday (!)

This is the very dirty look that I'm giving Dad.  I've got lots to be crabilated about.  Dad and The Mom wented away for a few days and they didn't take us.  I saw pictures of where they went and it looked like a giant litterbox as far as the eye could see.  Why couldn't they bring us?  I mean Auntie LG stayed with us and we had a super duper fun time, but that giant litterbox looked super awesome.  Then they came home and they didn't bring us anything.  Not even a tiny snack.  Or a bag of nip.  And THEN, The Mom hasn't been helping us with our bloggie, so Mancat Monday doesn't get posted until Wednesday?  What the paw?!?!?!

On the plus side, somecat had an out of litterbox experience while they were gone and The Mom founded it the first thing when she got home.  The Mom doesn't know who did it and we're not telling. heh heh  

Froot Bat Friday

The Mom is giggling and giggling about how tiny my feets look.  I got steak tips over noodles.  Well, a bite of steak tips over noodles.  It was pretty delicious.

Sorry for the extreme lateness of the froot bats.  Our innerwebs have been sort of jacked up this week.

Happy Weekend, everybuddy!

Mancat Monday

Mancat Rule of the Day:  When your The Mom wakes you up by SQUEEing about how cute you look when you're sleeping, you should give her the stink eye.

Froot Bat Friday

I am not sure why she thinks this picture is so funny.  She says it's because I look like I am only a little bit bigger than the mini ravioli.  

Here I am, waiting for my delicious, ravioli treat.  I got two mini raviolis.  And they were pretty delicious.

Happy weekend, everybuddy!

Tazo Tuesday

This is me, snoozing on Daddy's arm.  Every night, when he lays on the couch, I jump up next to him and wait for belleh scritches.  When I have had enough scritchies, I bunnykick his arm and give him the bitey for a couple of minutes.  And then I go to sleep. hee hee