Mancat Monday

See the PTU? On the patio? OUTSIDE?!?!?!  That's me. It was awesome! The Mom was gone yesterday morning and Dad tooked me outside in the PTU.  I had a blast!

But then The Mom came home and opened the door and I ranned outside. And then she gotted mad at me and Dad. So now I'm on lock down again. Dad says he's build me something so I can hang out outside this summer. The Mom isn't that thrilled with the idea, but hopefully, he can talk her into it. The Mom was reading The Meezers' bloggie today and she thinks that Meezer Mom's idea of the bungee cord on Billy is an awesome idea. Purrsonally, I think it's awful. We need to not let her read other bloggies from now on.

Thank You and Mancat Monday

Like a squillion years ago, we got a prize package from Skeeter, LC, and Ayla for winning their Guess the Date of their 500th Post contest. This is the super cool note that we got from them.



Here I am reading the note. (It smelled super good - like Temptations).


This is what we got: a fev-ver butt fishie (which is a super, duper hit around here), some pom poms (which we had never seen before, but are super cool!), and guess what? TEMPTATIONS!!! We have never had them before.



Here I am, checking everything out:



HoggingInspecting the fishie toy is a very important task.


Temptations are awesome! We each got one - even Titus. But then The Mom had to put them away because someone kept trying to indiscriminately eat our Temptations all up. *cough*Titus*cough*

Thank you Skeeter, LC, & Ayla! You guys rock!

In other news, it was a rough weekend to be a mancat around our house. On Thursday night, Dad had his hands full and was trying to get in the house. He didn't pay much attention as he was coming in the door. About 10 minutes later, The Mom noticed that one of the Furry Kids was not around. She freaked (or so I'm told, because I'm the one who was missing heh heh). She ran to the backdoor, flung it open, and saw me standing there. OUTSIDE. She grabbed me and looked me all over, and looked through my furs for any cuts and/or mortal wounds and then started crying. She was so askeered that I was gone forever. Whatever. I was just happy to get outside to enjoy the snow. Then the yelling started. At Dad. Oh, boy, I felt bad for him. heh Then I started yelling, which freaked her out even more because she thought maybe I ate something weird while I was outside and was really sick. It was a rough night. The weekend only got worse because she kept fawning over me and bugging Dad to do a head count whenever he walked in the door. It was super annoying. And to top it off, last night she found half a milk jug ring on the floor and can't find the other half. And Dad got yelled at again for leaving it out. It wouldn't be such a huge deal except that today is the one year anniversary of the first day I was sick with my obstruction and the kick off of the month from H-E-double hockey sticks last year. heh heh The next few days should be interesting.

Then this morning, she got mad because we were all up at 4:43 am. Whatever. She made us wait until 5:30 for breakfast, which was rude. Then she was trying to go back to sleep and we were trying to do our patrols. And practice WHAPPING. Sammy, you would have been proud. She got mad and grabbed me and put me under the covers with her. And then the worst thing happened. She covered up her head. And then breathed her awful morning breaths on me. I had to run away. And then whap some more stuff. I couldn't wait for her to leave for work.