Monday, June 11, 2007

Miffed at Momma Monday



I'm a little miffed at Mom. So miffed I don't even want to look at her. Yesterday, I rawr-ed and rawr-ed at her to tell her I needed to go outside. She let me outside. And then she forgot about me. For two hours! And that grey tuxedo wearing cat (you know who you are, EG!) who normally stands at the door and cries and cries and cries like a baby whenever I'm outside didn't even remind her I was out there. Grrrrr. And Daddy was asleep on the couch! Double Grrrr. I'm very disappointed in mom. This forgetting behavior is very unlike her. Usually, if she's not outside with me, she's peering out the window at me, so I never get any privacy. Hmmm, now that I think about it, I did get some alone time and got to soak up lots of sun and take a nap on the patio. So I guess that's not all bad.

Anyway, when she FINALLY remembered me, she let me in and made such a big fuss over me and gave me lots of treats, so I guess it all worked out. I kept giving her dirty looks all afternoon so I got more treats and lots of hugs and apologies. I guess I can forgive her. Sometime. Maybe tomorrow. Plus, she made me promise not to tell Daddy what she did because he tends to do stuff like forget to watch us and she always yells at him about it. So that secret should be good for some more treats. heh heh



Tell Momma Monday is suspended for this week because I'm mad and she needs to pay attention to me instead of asking everybody dumb questions about the twins.
The Furry Kids' Mom here: I didn't exactly forget about Titus yesterday. I *was* peering out the window at him every once in a while and he was having a good time sniffing around the yard and watching the birds and squirrels. Then he took a nap on the patio. He didn't seem overly excited to come inside, so he got to stay out. He did get extra treats and hugs - just because we really love him (and because he got his nails clipped).

Friday, June 8, 2007

Froot Bat Friday - Pink Piggy Edition



We think Titus' Special Happy Birthday Pink Piggy looks sort of froot-batty. Hee hee!

Thursday, June 7, 2007

Thursday Thirteen - Edition 11

Daisy posted about a potentially embarrassing incident that happened to her recently. Titus started thinking about all the stuff that's been broken around the house in the last 20 months or so and thought it would be good for a Thursday Thirteen post.

Hey, Earl Grey! Didn't we come to live here about 20 months ago?

Anyway, we decided to do our TT this week on the stuff we've broken. It's pretty much about me and EG because Titus is a goody two shoes and never breaks stuff. He's just an "indiscriminant eater" :giggles:. That's what it says on his chart at the V-E-T. :giggles:

So, without further ado, we present to you our Thursday Thirteen:

Thirteen Things Around The House That Have Been Broken

1. First up, we have Titus' special Happy Birthday Piggy that Daddy bought for him. I pulled the ears off and then Titus went to town on the guts. Momma saved the ears for me because they are my favorite thing in the world (aside from jingle balls, of course).


2. Earl Grey broke Momma's collage picture frame. The one with all the pictures of us in it. She didn't get out the flashy box for that, though. She was too worried that we'd walk in the glass.

3. This is the laundry hamper. Or what's left of it. Wicker is pretty tasty. Who knew?

4. I broke one of our water dishes last week (see #11 of last week's TT). I was just trying to chase my jingle ball under the tray thing and I just happen to be a little floofier around the middle and the tray tipped over and, well, I don't want to talk about that any more.

5. I chewed through the cable and the power cord on the cable box.* We had to get a new cable box. We really need to get a new cable, too, because sometimes we don't get good reception on TV or um, internet service. That cuts into our blogging time.

6. This is the new flooring for the office. See the open box on the top of the pile? We opened that box all by ourselves. It was great! If you look closely at the smaller boxes underneath, you can see that they're kind of scratched up. A little. I use those to stretch out my back after a long day of napping. You know, dig in with your claws and then sort of hang there while you stretch out your back, and then draaaaaagggg your claws down the side of it. It's very relaxing. :whispers: I also use it as a scratching post. Pretty much every day when Momma gets home from work. And before meals.

7. This is the mousie that Momma and Daddy used to use. Notice how the pluggie thing that plugs into the back of the computer is missing? EG chomped the cord right in half while Momma was using the computer. It was fun listening to all the words that she said.


8. We broke Momma's very special Nightmare Before Christmas figurine when we were kicking her beloved Steve Yzerman bobble head off the mantle. It was very expensive and Daddy got it for her for her birthday last year. She was very sad that Jack Skellington took a tumble and his head fell off. We think it's pretty lucky that Jack Skellington sacrificed himself so that Yzerman could live. :shrugging:

9. This is the shade in Momma and Daddy's bedroom. We ripped it. It's just easier to look out the window now.


10. This is the cord from the DVD player.* Or maybe it was Daddy's PS2? (I chomped them both. It's hard to keep track of these things, you know.) Notice how one of the yellow plug things is missing? Yep, I chomped it right off. Whee!


11. We're very embarrassed about this one. Plus, it makes Momma very sad. Momma And Daddy had a dawg that went to the Bridge last year. We were investigating the ashes (which were on top of the dresser in the bedroom) and they accidently flew off the dresser and onto the floor and the box flipped open and the plastic bag came out and we love to chew plastic and well, we accidently scattered some of Shadow's ashes all over the bedroom floor. This did not make Momma all that happy. Needless to say, Shadow's ashes are now kept *in* the dresser and not *on* the dresser.

12. This is the floor tile that cracked the other day when we were flinging stuff out of the freezer. We were hoping that Daddy wouldn't notice because that sort of thing upsets him. Momma tried to help us by putting down a rug, but Daddy figured out something was wrong since he knows that Momma hates rugs. He didn't get too mad though. I guess we caught him in a good mood because he even laughed.


13. Lastly, Titus broke a nail. He doesn't remember how he did it, but it broke and his foot was hurty and bleedy and he was mad because Momma had to trim his nail and he hates that.

As you can probably tell, we like to keep busy. Every time something turns up broken, Daddy says, "My cats (meaning the ones from when he was little) never did anything like that." Momma, who never had kitties before, doesn't know what to think. Whenever she tells anyone about stuff we do, they just laugh and tell her that they've never heard of kitties doing that kind of stuff. Well, they never met us. Hahahahaha!

Ok, that was pretty embarrassing. I'm outta here.
Love,
Tazo




*Just so nobody worries about me or anything, I'm over my cord-chewing phase. That just happened while I was teething. And until Momma put habenero pepper sauce on all the cords.

Wednesday, June 6, 2007

Blogging for Peace

We snagged this one from The Cat Blogosphere.




Titus tried his paw at using MS Paint. We think he did a pretty good job. Go T!


Thank you, Skeezix, for writing those instructions to help us customize our globe. You rock!

White Dawg Wednesday


Here I am, guarding one of the squirt bottles that Mom and Dad use on the twins. This particular squirt bottle normally hangs out by the back door, so Mom and Dad can squirt EG when he tries to run outside. However, SOMEONE (who's gray grey) grabbed it and ran off down the hall. I made that kitty drop it and then I laid down for a snooze stood guard until Mom could put it back where it belongs. This guarding business gets really tiring sometimes. Whew!

Monday, June 4, 2007

Mom's Kind of Mad and Tell Momma Monday



This is just a taste of what we did over the weekend (no pun intended - heh heh). For some reason, I felt the need to check out the pocket of Mom's jammy bottoms. She wasn't pleased. She was also not pleased when we discovered a brand new cabinet to hide in. She was really not pleased because it's full of food. Heh heh. Oh, and the cabinet doors make a really loud and really cool noise when we play with them at 2 am. We also managed to open the freezer door and yank out some stuff (cracking one of the tiles on the kitchen floor - again, not real pleased). Unfortunately, we forgot to close the freezer door, so most of the stuff in the freezer melted. She was really not pleased. So now our kitchen is locked up like Fort Knox. Stupid baby locks. We're not babies. We're almost two. It sucks.

Titus' 'tocks test (heh heh) came out negative, though Mom and the V-E-T have no idea how that could be since they're so stinky. Heh heh. He still has to take his medicine for a few more days and see if things get better. We're crossing our paws that it works because his 'tocks reek and I'm not sure how much longer we can stand the stank.

Tazo here: Um, Earl Grey? You've been making fun of T's 'tocks for the last few days and writing about it on the internet, but you've neglected one 'tocks story. Namely, how you were fritzing around the house on Saturday night like you were on fire and as you zipped past Momma she noticed that you had, um, something hanging from YOUR 'tocks. And how her and Daddy had to corner you so he could hold you while she pulled the well, you know, from your 'tock fur. Um, yeah. I think you should quit picking on T.

PS - Mom's got a Tell Momma Monday question, too. For those of you who eat stinky goodness, how much do you get at one time? A little can? A big can?

EG and I split a 3 oz can every day for our afternoon snack(we get kibble for breakfast and then again for a bednight snack). Momma was going to feed us a whole 3 oz can EACH (and reduce the amount of kibble we get), but it looked like a lot of food and she didn't want us to yak from eating too much. So, what happens at your house?

Friday, June 1, 2007

Furry Kid Friday (V-E-T UPDATE below)






These are my furs. Aren't they great? During shedding season (I get two a year - spring and late summer), I lose my undercoat. This means that for me, my hair comes out in chunks. It also means a lot of brushing (yippee!) and lots of vacuuming (boo!) at our house. I shed so much that Mom doesn't even know if the twins shed because my furs just take over.

As you can see from the pictures of our carpet shown above, I work hard at leaving my furs all over the house. But then Mom comes along with the stupid vacuum and sucks up all my furs and I have to start over. It is very frustrating. I think everything looks much better when it's covered in my furs.

In other news, I have to go to the V-E-T today. I don't get to see my favorite V-E-T, Dr. C., but Mom tells me that Dr. P. took really good care of EG, so I'll like her (well, as much as I like any V-E-T). I'm due for my shots and heartworm test, but I'm still having a bit of a 'tock problem and Mom wants to get that checked out (which means she has to bring a "sample" heh heh from home). Wish me luck!

~Titus


UPDATE on the V-E-T visit: Dr. P says I probably have some sort of bacterial butt thing or parasite and that I probably got it from eating something extremely tasty gross outside (like a dead thing or rabbit poo - mmmmmm). My poo sample was soooo stinky that all the girls in the back were talking about it. It was very embarrassing. Dr. P is going to call Mom tomorrow with the results of my tests. I got some medicine to "calm my digestive tract" and Mom just has to keep an eye on me until we know for sure what's up with my 'tocks. I did not get any shots today (yay!!!) because Dr. P wanted to find out what was making my 'tocks so angry before I got my vaccinations. The bad news is that I have to go back and get them as soon as my 'tocks feel better.

I also met a very nice dawg at the V-E-T's office. Her name is Muffin. She is a white poodle with curly furs just like Dr. Daisy and my Mom. She is 16 years old. She wouldn't take her medicine today and wouldn't eat anything except half a popsicle, so her mom brought her in so the V-E-T could look at her. I've never had a popsicle before but I think I would like it. My Mom says she likes the orange ones best, but Dad says he likes red.

PS - Dr. Daisy, I did not rat you out (sorry Poi clan) to the V-E-T. Your medical license is safe. :)