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.