Froot Bat Friday

It's super Africa hot here in the Mitten State.  We've all just been laying around under the cold air blower thingys (ours are in the ceiling).  We're also going to the v-e-t tomorrow for our check ups. And they're going to steal our bloods and give us shots. It's not making me happy. And I'm really starting to wonder if I'm going to have to share my post-v-e-t hamburger with the twins.  Dad and The Mom always stop and get me a burger (plain, please) on the way home and I get to eat a whole half all by myself.  If the twins get some of my burger, I'm not going to be happy. I do not like to share burgers, especially after all that vegemetarian stuff that The Mom ate the other night.  The Furry Kids need meats!

Anyway, please wish us luck tomorrow if you think about it and Happy Weekend, Everybuddy!

Tazo Tuesday on Thursday(!)

Mama made dinner last night and if you know her at all, you know this is a big deal.  hee hee  I like to help in the kitchen because sometimes delicious foods fall right into your mouth or you can steal them off the counter when no one is looking.  Here I am trying to help.  Mama kept telling me that kittehs are supposed to hate foil.  I don't care.  It doesn't scare me.  I may have taken a little bite out of it.  hee hee  I just wanted to see what was in there.  I was hoping for a giant piece of real live dead chickhen or real live dead cow. 

This is what she made.  Black bean burgers. YUCK!  Sweet potatoes, which are ok, if that's all there is.  And asparagus. DOUBLE YUCK!

 
Is she trying to poison us?  All these vegetables are so gross.  We want meats! Delicious, nommy meats!

Mancat Monday

Mancat Rule of the Day:  It is very manly to snooze on your The Mom while she is snoozing.  When she wakes up, she'll wonder why her back hurts. heh heh

Froot Bat Friday

Dad was in charge of the photoshoot and treatage last night.  He did a good job.  The Mom doesn't like this picture of me because she says my legs look scrawny. Yeah, lady.  My legs are scrawny because you're not handing out enough treats.  Let's work on bulking up my stems, ok?

It's supposed to be a little cooler in the Mitten State this weekend. I've got big plans for eating and napping.

Have a great weekend, everybuddy!

Tazo Tuesday

Trying to sleep here, Mama.  Please come back later.

Mancat Monday

Mancat Rule of the Day:  It is very manly to hunt ice cubes with your sister.  Until those Delicious, Pink Ears walk by and eat them. Not cool, Delicious, Pink Ears. Not cool.

Froot Bat Friday

I was trying to get Dad's raisin bran, but The Mom said, "Puppies don't eat raisin bran, T-Bone." Whatever, lady.  I've eated raisin bran before. A whole box. And then you panicked and called the v-e-t and they made me give it all back. I'm still a little hissed off about that.

So far, I've avoided the bath and the v-e-t. But it's coming.  I just have a feeling about it. Especially since The Mom gotted one of those postcards in the mail from the v-e-t that says I need to go. Total bummer.

Happy Weekend, everybuddy!

Tazo Tuesday

Mama wasn't exactly thrilled when I tried to help her unload the dishwasher last night. I do not know why. Look how good I am at snoopervising.

Mancat Monday

Mitten State. The hots. The end.

Froot Bat Friday

Tiny, mini baby animal crackers. Kinda lame. But at least it's a treat.

I have heard rumors of me getting a :whispers: bath and a trip to the v-e-t.
If anyone needs me this weekend, I'll be hiding in the bedroom.

Happy weekend, everybuddy!

Mancat Monday

Mancat Rule of the Day:  It is very manly to hog the couch and the remote.

Froot Bat Friday

The Mom likes this picture of me because she says I'm smiling. I'm smiling only because she is holding a tiny bit of burrito out for me. See what happens when you hook me up with treats, The Mom?  I actually look *happy*.

In other news, I kinda sorta made a bird go deaded the other night. It was awesome.  I never caught a bird before. The Mom was screaming and running around and trying to keep me from nomming it. Then she ran in the house screaming for Dad and it freaked out the twins and made them all poofy. Sheesh, lady. Chillax.  Anyway, Dad came out and got a shovel and took care of the evidence.  He told The Mom that the bird even left guts on the shovel.  She gagged because she's super wimpy. Whatever.  It's good to have a Dad that has your back.  Plus, The Mom hasn't been slobbering all over me because she says I have bird breath. hehehe

Here's the scorecard (if you've been keeping track):

Shadow & Titus: 1  Squirrel: 0
Titus: 0  Baby bunneh: 1
Titus:1  Bird: 0

Anyway, have a great weekend, everybuddy!