Thursday is Hurl's Day

Mwahahahahahaha...

So here's the deal. I helped EG have the.best.adventure.ever. Last Friday, when That Dad Type Guy camed home, I helped him sneak out the door. (I would've gone myself, but I was afraid that That Dad Type Guy would notice my cape whipping past him. It's quite difficult to be inconspicuous with a cape, let me tell you.) Anyway, That Woman and That Dad Type Guy were preoccupied with their broken cold box thingy, so they didn't notice that EG was missing. That Woman was wondering where EG was when the cold box thingy was pulled out to reveal the marvelous stash of milk jug rings and jingle balls - that's not the kind of thing that he'd miss. But she figured he might've needed a little alone time like he does most evenings and didn't think any more about it. But then That Dad Type Guy lefted to go pick up a pizza and That Woman noticed that EG wasn't hanging around like he usually does and he wasn't having alone time in his alone time spot. So she did a quick check of all of our (mine and EG's) hidey spots. He wasn't in any of them. Here comes the best part. She freaked right out. She was running around the house, looking under all kinds of furniture, opening the door to the Forbidden Room, rattling the treat bag, and dropping treats all over the house. It.was.awesome. Finally, she got really freaked out and started crying and ran outside. She called for EG and ran around the corner of the house and there he was, doing just what I told him to do - acting all calm, cool, and collected.** So That Woman was crying and carrying on and acting all a fool. She carried him in the house and gave him lots of hugs (the horror!) and kisses (more horror!). We all did score some treats, too, but only after we had to listen to another lecture on not running out the door when That Dad Type Guy isn't looking. About how it's better to be inside and fat than outside and flat. About how Outside can be dangerous for kittehs - we could have a run in with those vicious, rabid, golden retrievers again, or get sucked into that Hairy Tazo's street gang. Blah, blah, blah. I was just proud of my boy, EG, for getting to taste freedom for those few minutes. The fresh air, the grass under his feets. I hope he eated some rabbit poo from the yard, too. My boy done good. Til next time, kittehs.

Mwahahahahahaha...


**The Mom's note: EG wasn't all that calm, cool, and collected. He was pretty freaked out. In fact, he ran right over to me and practically jumped into my arms and his little heart was racing. But I didn't tell Hurl Grey that - I gotta protect my Grey Baby's rep, you know.

Thursday Thirteen - Earl McGrey Edition Part 2

Thirteen Things I’ve gotten back to doing since I feel better:

1. Blogging

2. Supervising what goes on in the house. Things around here got really out of control last week when I didn't feel well enough to keep everyone in line.

3. Trying to run outside when anyone opens the back door, especially when O'Titus gets to go out and I don't. It's much more interesting outside than it is in here. Mom keeps telling me I can't go outside. Something about it being better to be inside and fat than outside and flat. Whatever.

4. Purring

5. Eating the yummy prescription food that Mom bought for me. It is tasty good. O'Tazo really wants to eat it. I offer to switch with her everyday, but Mom keeps busting us.

6. Fighting Mom and Dad when it’s time for my medicine. I'm sick of it. I hate being wrapped in that towel. Which is made worse, because they oooh and aaah and tell me how cute I am when I'm all wrapped up like a baby. Then Dad jams that barfy medicine (chicken flavored my butt!) down my throat while Mom puts the squeeze on me.

7. Putting the bitey on Mom - just about my very favorite thing to do. It's how I show her I'm feeling better. Heh heh

8. Grooming - I had lots to catch up on. It has been especially hard to get that hospital smell off me.

9. Helping Mom shut off the food alarm in the morning - I'm back to my routine. The food alarm goes off, I jump off the bed, onto the dresser and try to beat Mom to the button.

10. Looking out the window - Like I said before, things just went downhill last week when I wasn't up to supervising. The neighborhood has just gone to pot. I'll have it back in tip top shape by the end of the week, though.

11. Playing with my jingle ball and scratching on the scratching post

12. S-t-r-e-t-c-h-i-n-g - You can't get a good stretch on when your tummy hurts.

13. Giving Mom lots of cuddles to thank her for taking care of me last week. I E-dub under the covers every night, but I've been giving her extra E-dubbing when she's watching TV.

Whew! It feels good to blog again. Mom took a bunch of pictures of us, so hopefully she can get those posted soon. There are some recent-ish ones on our flickr badge if anyone's interested.

Frustration

EG says:

I’ve been trying and trying to get outside this week. Those hairless, two legged creatures (I will not call them Mom and Dad at the moment – I’m too mad) won’t let me go outside. That girl one said she saw two kitty friends running down the street last night and it made her sad because it’s too cold. I don’t know why she won’t let me out. I crouch really small next to the door when I hear their keys jangling. Then I try to make a break for it when they open the door. They’ve busted out that spraying thing again. But I’m on to them. I just squint my eyes and keep running. That girl said that she’s going to have to chip me if I keep it up. I don't know what that means, but I do like potato chips a lot. One of these days, I’m going to make it outside. Maybe I should get a stroller?

In other news, that girl busted me and Tz. We’ve been stashing stuff in our prison box. I made the mistake of running in there while she was standing next to the prison box. She bent down to peek at me and saw our stash. She saw that we swiped T’s new birthday piggy and new birthday ice cream cone. Drat! She didn't say anything, but she made that guy peek in there, too. I bet T tattled on me.

The Birfday Recap

T says:

My birfday rocked! Momma came home and sang birfday songs to me and gave me extra scratches. Then we went out and she shoveled snow and I laid on the patio and watched her. Then Daddy came home and we opened presents. I got a pink piggy that squeaks, a scary skull rope toy, a stretchy cow that has real good floppability, and a squeaky ice cream cone. Momma took lots of pictures of me and my toys. Hopefully she’ll help me post them soon.

After Momma and Daddy ate dinner, we all laid on the couch and watched a movie. It was fun. Then Momma went to bed and I went with her to cuddle. EG didn’t come in there so it was just me and Momma. It rocked!

Oh, and Daisy (I think she might be Skeezix’s special friend) said Happy Birfday to me. It was so cool. Most kitties don’t want to talk to dawgs. But I’m a nice dawg. Momma says I’m really good with EG & Tz.

EG says:
I got outside last night. I made it almost three feet out the door before Dad grabbed me. Grrr. There was this white stuff all over the patio. It was cold and wet, but I still rolled on my back. Whatever. I just want to go outside.
Oh, and we got a jingle ball. It’s green and purple and I love it, but don’t tell Mom and Dad. I try to be cool about that stuff.

Tz says:
Momma came home and then went back outside. She was doing something in the driveway with a big stick that had an orange plate thing at the bottom. Everything is covered in white cold wet stuff. I got that stuff on my feet once last year. I didn’t like it. It made me really a-skeered. I jumped straight up in the air and then I ran to the edge of the house and back and then jumped straight up in the air again. I did that a bunch of times until Momma caught me during my jump and took me back in the house to safety. It was really a-skeery. Momma held me for a long time after that because I was a-skeered and shaking. Momma’s cool like that. So I don’t want nothing to do with that white stuff. I was afraid Momma would get a-skeered, too, but she had that big stick thing with her and she was muscling her way through that white stuff. When she came back in the house she had that white stuff all over her boots so me and EG took turns licking it off. It tasted ok, but it was pretty cold.

Momma got me and EG another jingle ball. We took turns playing with it, but then EG rolled it under the couch. I wasn’t ready for him to stash it in our hidey spot just yet.

Momma gave Daddy a Valentime’s Day present and guess what? It came in a big box. Momma took all the stuff out and left it out for us to play in. Me and EG put T’s new piggy and ice cream cone in it. It made Momma laugh when she woke up this morning. Momma also took tons of pictures of me in the box. Because she says I’m so cute. Hopefully she’ll help us post those pictures soon. I want everyone to see our new box. She was trying to get pictures of EG, but he wouldn’t cooperate – whatever that means.