Froot Bat Friday

First, to take care of a little housekeeping-type bizness, we enabled comment moderation for everything.  We're sorry - the spammers gotted us and Mom can't stand word verification, so she's taking care of it Old School style.  We, The Furry Kids, are kinda happy about it though, because it means she checks our email a lot more frequently.  She has caused us to miss out on some cool notes from our furriends in the past by not checking our email enough. Duhr.

On to the froot bats:

One picture, two treats, no "gimme some frooooooot baaaaat."

In other news (and we think this is the most important part of our post today), our hearts are heavy, Our furriend (and my froot bat mentor), Prinnie, went to the Bridge yesterday.  Rest in peace, Prinnie.  You are much loved and missed.  To your mom and dad and sisters and Pierro, we send quiet purrs and white dawg hugs.  Doesn't she have the best.froot.bats.ever?

Another One of Mom's Faves

But not one of EG's (please note the big, pink nose in the corner). hehehe

Wordless Wednesday

Mama likes this picture because of my crossed front paws and my snorgle-able tummy.
Khyra, how's my paw placement?

Tazo Tuesday

Mama likes this pictures lots.  Even though we opened the bag of Cheetos and helped ourselves.  We are lucky to have escaped with our lives.  There is one thing about our house that you need to know.  You don't get between Mama and a bag of Cheetos.  It's not pretty.

In other news, our furriend, Fluffy, hadded to go to the Bridge yesterday.  Her mom and dad and fursibling, Bear, are super sad.  We were just wondering if you had any spare purrs or purrayers, if you could send them their way. :(  They don't have a bloggie, but their Mom reads ours sometimes.  So, if you're reading this, Mr. E, Mrs. J, and Bear, we're really sorry for your loss.  Rest in peace, sweet Fluffy.

Mancat Monday

So The Mom is being lazy er, lame uh, she's busy this week.  Yeah, she's "busy" and "stressed out" so she's decided to post some of her favorite pictures of us this week, instead of taking new pictures of my handsome, mancatly self, my lovely twin sister, and those delicious pink ears. 

So this is me at my first Christmas.  I am almost 5 months old here.  Dad and The Mom gave me that orange lizard guy.  And my Grrrandma and Papa gave me that red fuzzy puff ball on a stick.  I am showing it who's boss and that is very manly.

In other news, I have made biscuits on The Mom every night for the last week.  Hurl Grey's plan is working perfectly. heh heh

Froot Bat Friday

Here I am, listening to THOSE words and trying to ignore them.



The taking of this picture was very unfair. She was saying THOSE words and distracting me from protecting my delicious froot bats. Many, many treats are in order. But those many, many treats have not yet been dispensed. I'm not sure I should hold my breath.

DUHR.

Thursday is Hurl's Day

EG's been very, very helpful this week.  See, I've got him "making biscuits" on That Woman (something he has never done on her ever in the four years that he's lived with her).  He's done it every night for the last five days.  Sometimes, he even uh, um, tries to get milk from various parts of her.  But anyway, he's been "soooo sweet" (her words) this week, that she's totally falling for it.  Once she gets comfortable, then we strike. 

Mwahahahahahahahahahahahaha...