Twins on Tuesday - The Birthday Edition

This is us on our Gotcha Day in October 2005.  

This is us a few months ago..  

We're having a pawty today.  Mostly a house trashing one because everybody knows that our house is NOT the house to go to for snacks.  Everybuddy come over!  Let's do some serious trashing!

Froot Bat Friday

No snacks = Very sad froot bats   And if The Mom thinks that giving me smooches between the froot bats or on my nose wrinkles is going to help, she's totally mistaken.

Hope you guys have a snack-filled weekend! Because things are looking bleak around here.

Mancat Monday

Sometimes I like to stretch out on Dad and put my feets that have just dug to China in the litter box near his mouth.  heh heh

Mancat Rule of the Day:  It's very manly to make your arms as long as possible and put your litter box feets in your Dad's face.

Froot Bat Friday

Here's what happened during last night's photoshoot.  The Mom was trying to take my picture with the iPad because her phone was in the other room and I was totally throwing some awesome froot bats around.  She figured she'd take my picture real quick and everything would be easy peasy.  But she couldn't balance the iPad and the treat and try to take a picture of my pawsome froot bats without getting her fingers or legs in the way.  So she gave up and went to get her phone. And then she had to try to get me to give her some froot bats all over again.  Anyway, here's what we came up with.  And I got a treat. Even though it was only a half of a combo. Sheesh, The Mom.

And here's a picture from last night, just for Khyra.  Check out the grey fuzzy part at the bottom left corner of the picture. hehe

Have a great weekend, everybuddy!

Wordless Wednesday

Mancat Monday

This is me and The Mom on Sunday morning at about 3 am just after we bugged her for breakfast. Just look at those toesies.  She doesn't usually sleep with her feets out in the open like that, since Tazo and I like to give them the bitey. heh heh  What do you guys do when your peeps are snoozing?  We usually stick to toe biting, THoE across The Mom's face, and clawring at the mattress. heh heh

Froot Bat Friday

A teaspoon of milk and one teeny, tiny nugget of grape nuts? These froot bats are not happy.  I may have to go on strike.

Tazo Tuesday

This is me.  Snoozing with my Daddy.  Sometimes, he gives me belly scritches while I'm sleeping.  Daddys can be cool like that sometimes.

Mancat Monday

Don't even think about kissing me on the leeps. Don't even try.

Mancat Rule of the Day:  It is very manly to get all up in your The Mom's grill and then not let her kiss you.  heh heh

Froot Bat Friday (or Maybe Not)

We've still got the hots here in the Mitten State.  This is all we've been doing all week.  The end.  

Mancat Monday

So on Saturday, we hadded to go to the v-e-t.  Doods. And you wanna know something?  The Mom ran outside and stoled the poops of the delicious, pink ears.  And then she stoled our poops out of the litterbox.  What the paw?  

Here are the delicious, pink ears in the exam room.  They are well-behaved, like usual.  Whatever.  

This is Tazo.  She thinks if she hides and doesn't move, no one can see her.  I don't have the heart to tell her the truth.

This is me.  Dad unzipped the carrier and I jumped out to check things out.  I think it's really cool that Dr P-G has grey chairs.  It's pretty nice of her to color coordinate her furniture with my furs.

The delicious, pink ears went first.  He behaved, of course.  Because he is a kiss up and Mama's boy.  He gotted his heart and lungs listened to and poked in the belly and his ears looked at and then his eyeballs looked at.  Oh and his teeths.  He hates that. heh heh  And then Dr P-G picked up each of his delicious ankles and moved them around because he's got arthritis in his hips.  Man, they looked delicious.

Then it was Tazo's turn.  She put her head in The Mom's armpit for the whole time, like no one could see her if she couldn't see them.  She gotted her belly poked and her eyes and ears checked out and her teeths looked at.  She wasn't even that squirmy. I'm going to have to have a talk with her about that.

Then it was my turn.  I must admit that Hurl Grey might have shown up.  I was real squirmy and I didn't want to get looked at.  I didn't want that light in my ears and I didn't want my eyeballs looked at and I really didn't want my teeths checked out.  I may or may not have hissed at my beloved Dr P-G.  (Sorry, Dr P-G, but a mancat's gotta do what a mancat's gotta do).  So I only gotted one side of my teeths checked out.

Then the delicious pink ears went into the back and gotted some bloods stolen and a shot in the booty.  Of course, he was a good boy.  Whatever.

Then the v-e-t techs came back in to give me and Tazo our shots.  Tazo was good.  Whatever.  I had to hiss.  A huge, scary hiss.  I even gived the v-e-t tech the goose bumps.  They stabbed me in the booty and shoved me in the carrier, like I was a criminal or something.  It really wasn't necessary.  I wasn't going to go on a rampage or anything.  I just didn't want a shot in the booty.  Or my teeths looked at.

The Mom apologized lots and lots to everyone for me being a "jurkface."  They said that it was ok, but she still felt pretty bad since I'm usually pretty good when I'm there.  Dad stopped and gotted us a hamburger (plain, no bun please) on the way home.  The delicious, pink ears gotted half of it.  And then I gotted two bites - mine and Tazo's (because she didn't want hers!?!).  Then we all tooked a nap.
  
This is me a couple of hours later.  I laid on the bed next to The Mom and tooked a nap.  And I purred.  I didn't want to be a jurkface, but sometimes it just happens.

Mancat Rule of the Day:  If you're going to be a jurkface, make sure to make up for it by acting all sweet and looking cute and purring and stuff.