Hot Spot

This thing really puts out the warms - even better than the dishwasher!  The Mom said that we're not supposed to be on it at all (something about it's dangerous and we'll burn our feets or something). But I'm like, whatever, I'm going to do what I want. (She also wants me to tell you that if on the rare occasion that they're using the stove, me and Tazo have to get locked up in kitty jail for like a squillion hours be in our room until it's cooled off and safe for us and that even then she's hollering at us to stay out of the kitchen.) Dood. I'm just trying to take a nap.

You're Gonna Have to Wait Wednesday

I understand that you'd like to change the sheets.  But right now, I'm using them.  I'll let you know when I'm done.

Thinking on Thursday

This is me and Daddy.  We are watching TV and he is patting my 'tocks.  He is the only one who is allowed - Mama just doesn't do it right. Don't get me wrong - she tries hard, but it's just not the same. hee hee  Anyway, if it looks like I might just slide off the couch onto my head, you would be right. I got so into the cuddling that I sort of slid off onto the floor. But don't worry! I'm ok - the poofy blanky on the floor helped cushion my fall.  Plus, then Daddy and Mama were super worried about me so I got a ton of attention. It all worked out.   

The Mom wants to thank everyone for the birthday wishes.  She's about a squillion years old now.  As long as she's not too old to open up cans of stinky goodness, everything will be ok.

Washing the Dishes Wednesday

We like to help with the dishes.  By napping on top of the dishwasher and stealing the warms. It's very comfy.  We even have The Mom trained to clear us a space on the counter when she starts the dishwasher.  We're working on getting her to put a bed up there for us.  Wouldn't that be cozy? heh heh

Wordless Wednesday

Sisters make the best pillows

WOOOHOOOO Wednesday!

Check.out.this.box.  It's a perfect fit!

Not That Wordless Wednesday

EARL GREY

I have been doing a lot of hunting at super early o'clock night lately.  Last night, I was stalking the elusive catnip pancake with syrup.  It is very tricky.  But I caught it and left it for The Mom on top of her dirty gym clothes.  She was very, very grateful that I saved our family from certain (buttery and syrupy) death.  Those pancakes can be terrifying.  See?

Terrifying

Feets on Friday

These are my feets.  Mama always wants to grab them and stuff because she has a thing for kitty feets.  Thankfully, Daddy told her to leave them alone because we were trying to nap on the couch. hee hee

Disco Nap

Daddy took this picture of us last night.  The Mom thinks that with the lighting we look like we're napping at a disco. Then she started giggling about a "disco nap."  Whatever, lady.  We've seen her try to take one - she ended up sleeping right through the event. hee hee
We are thinking that she needs to take a remedial napping course.  We will teach it because we are expert nappers.

Mancat Monday

Today, I'm reporting to you from the top of the Tower of Terror.  The tippy top of the Tower is about eleventy squillion feet above the ground.  Dad and The Mom can't even reach me up here.  Plus, our hot air blower thingys are in the ceiling so I'm much closer to the warms than anyone else. Yes, I'm stealing your warms.  #sorrynotsorry

What the Paw Wednesday

EARL GREY

No, The Mom.  I was not bunnykicking your spleen with my feets last night.  I was trying to cuddle.  CUDDLE.  There's a difference.  When I'm bunnykicking your spleen, you'll KNOW.  

Two Word Wednesday

TAZO

Two Breakfasts.

Or maybe

Food Coma...

The Morning Routine

EARL GREY

I get up every morning when The Mom's alarm goes off.  I make sure that she gets her 'tocks out of bed, drinks her coffee, and gets in the shower.  Sometimes I wait for her to get out of the shower and then I jump on her shoulder and chew on her hairs a little bit.  I have to make sure that she's up and at 'em.  It's a tough job.  And then other days, I get sick of waiting around and well, this happens:

  Heh