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.

Wordless Wednesday

Toes, Tongue, Tattletail, & Tazo Tuesday

It's important to keep your speckles very sparkly.

Now for the tattletail part: Last week, Daddy was going to have a bowl of cereal for dinner because Mama can not cook to save her life. Oh, wait. That is not the tattling part. Anyway, he poured the milk all over his cereal and it came out of the carton all chunky. It grossed him out, plus he was a little bit mad because an entire bowl of Cap'n Crunch was wasted. hee hee Mama started feeling around in the refrigerator and everything was warm. She was a little bit crabbilated because she had just bought lots of groceries the night before. She wented to work and told everybody about the refrigerator and they all told her that you have to clean off the coily parts every once in a while. (That's a little bit of the tattletail part because the refrigerator is 8 years old and they'ver never pulled it out before - hee hee) So Daddy camed home on Friday and Mama had him pull out the fridge and they cleaned everything out (AND found a ton of jingle balls and milk jug rings and my very favorite disembodied ear from one of Titus' stuffies). It still didn't do anything to help it be colder. And Mama started pricing the refrigerator of her dreams (she really doesn't like our fridge at all). A few hours later, everything was still warm so Daddy started poking around in there. And here's the tattletail part (hee hee): there was an empty pretzel bag pushed up against the venty part waaaaay in the back of the fridge. Once Daddy pulled it out, the fridge kicked on and started cranking out the cold. He was happy. Mama? Not so much. Her dreams of a new fridge went right down the drain. hee hee

And I bet you're asking why on earth there was a empty pretzel bag in the fridge? Well, if you throw anything remotely tasty-smelling in the trash, the boys pull it out. And EG will nom on plastic like there's no tomorrow (he really has helped us become a greener household since Mama doesn't really want to go throught the whole obstruction thang again - hee hee). So sometimes, if the trash isn't ready to be put outside, Mama and Daddy will just chuck it in the fridge for safekeeping. She says they probably shouldn't do that any more. Unless, she wants to get a jump start on a new fridge...

Mancat Monday

Mancat Rule of the Day: It's super manly to act cool and aloof when your The Mom is trying to use the flashy box on you.

Froot Bat Friday

Here I am waiting for a piece of delicious cereal to fly into my mouth. PS - It didn't.



And, just because it's a special occasion, I let Mom post this pic of me again. But only because it's Game 7 of the Stanley Cup finals.

Let's Go Red Wings!!!

Happy Weekend, everybuddy!

Thursday is Hurl's Day (With Lots of Thankful Too)

Mwahahahahahaha




So, I've been really into my job lately. Last Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights, I was up all night. That Woman hadded to get up at least once every hour to investigate suspicious noises. Mwahahahahaha. In other news, I whapped a glass off of the counter onto the floor at 5:30 am the other morning. That Woman hadded to get out of bed and clean up glass before she even hadded any coffee. And then she was too awake to go back to sleep.

Mwahahahahahahaha....


Tazo here. In other, way better news, yesterday was Aunt Jen's one year remission-versary. Last year, we asked everyone to purr and purray for her because she hadded leukemia and was real sick. But she kicked it to the curb and she's got one year of remission under her belt. No signs of those bad, bad blood cells. She's feeling pretty good and her head furs are growing back, too. Mama is super sorry for not updating our bloggie sooner, but she just couldn't talk about it. She hadded a really rough time watching her best friend since kindergarten go through all those tough treatments and side effects. But Aunt Jen is doing well and she and Mama both gotted a new perspective on life - mainly to just be grateful for every day that you are blessed with, and not to sweat the small stuff. We just wanted to thank everyone for their purrs and purrayers and for being our friends. You guys helped so much and you didn't even know it! Whenever Aunt Jen was having a bad day and feeling really sick, Mama would come across a bloggie that made her smile and she'd send a link to Aunt Jen to cheer her up. We'll forever be thankful for you guys and we can definitely say that the cat blogosphere is one powerful place when we all band together and send energy and purrs and purrayers out for someone. Please know that we're sending lots of thankful purrs out for all of our friends.

Happy Thursday!

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