Tattletail Tuesday

So EG takes his beefy prozac every day in one of these.

Mama ranned out of them the other day, so she wented to the store and got some more.  They didn't have any in the kitteh department, but there was a giant display by the cash registers, so she grabbed a bag there.  The bag looked different and there weren't as many in there and they were more expensive, but we were completely out and EG needed them for his pill, so she bought them any way. 

So it gets to be time for EG's pill and she opens the bag and pulls one out and they even look funny on the inside. And smell a little different.  So she pulled the empty bag out of the trash can and figured out why it was different. 

She bought DAWG pill pockets.  What the paw? EG had to use them for that night.  We all gotted a taste and they *were* pretty good.  But geez, Mama! Didn't you notice the DAWG on the package?  Really? Sometimes we worry about her. 

Mancat Monday

So I yakked twice over the weekend. Big deal.  I was just in the mood to cause some excitement.  The Mom fawned all over me and then made me a huge batch of delicious chicken and rice. There is the threat of a v-e-t visit, but I think I'll be able to avoid that. heh heh 

Mancat Rule of the Day:  Yakking will get you lots of attention. And real live dead chicken.

Froot Bat Friday

There were treats! In fact, it was a piece of steak! Score one for the froot bats!

Happy Friday, everybuddy!

Forty Winks on Thursday

Mom thinks we need a bigger couch so there's room for her. hehehe

White Dawg Wednesday

If your pawrents aren't on that awful f@cebook, you missed my traumatic news from last week.  We had a super warm day here in the Mitten State and Mom gotted out the leash and I thought we were going for a walk to check my pee-mails.  However, we gotted in the car and went to a horrible, horrible place. It's almost as bad as the v-e-t.  It's the dawg wash place.  I do not like it there.  Not one bit.  I wouldn't walk up the ramp into the tub, so Dad lifted me in there (traitor!). Then he squirted me with a hose (traitor!) while Mom rubbed cherry-flavored gunk all over me. Then Dad squirted me with that hose again (traitor!). It was awful.  They washed off all of my good stink.  I've been working on that stink for a long time.  It was terrible. Mom said I didn't have to get dried with the blow dryer since it was so warm out.  She even told me that I could shake the water off my furs.  Which I did.  Repeatedly.  All over her. Then we went home and she turned on the space heater and gotted my bed all warm for me. She was trying to kiss up, but it didn't work.  I wouldn't even look at her. She took away my good stink and replaced it with cherry-flavor and then she kept singing THIS SONG to me and it was annoying.  I am NOT your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb! Really, Mom.  To make it even worser, whenever I get a bath, my furs get all weird and frizzy. It was a totally rough day to be a froot bat at my house.

Here is a picture of me with my frizzy furs.  Notice that I am not looking at Mom. She even threw me some "gimme some frooooot baaaaats," and I was all, "Uh, lady?  Are you insane? I'm not even going to look at you."

The pouting worked pretty well, though.  It gotted me lots of treats and Mom and Dad fawned all over me for days. While I don't recommend a bath, the pouting works wonders.  Definitely give it a try if you get the opportunity. hehehe

Titus on Tuesday

Somedawg suggested that since there was a lack of froot bats on Friday there should be a Titus Week or something. Mom thought that was a pretty good idea (FINALLY!).

This picture was made by Miss Ann, Maggie, & Zoey over at Zoolatry.  I think they did a terrific job on my Froot Bats, don't you?  Mom was going to post this for Halloween, but, well, EG filled you in on how she "fixed" our internets so our Halloween post didn't work out so well.

I've got lots to fill you in on this week since I didn't get to post hardly at all last week, so stay tuned.
Happy Titus Tuesday!

Mancat Monday

Can't a mancat just chill on the counter without a The Mom gettin' all up in his grill?  I'm not looking at you, The Mom.  You can't make me.

In other news, sorry about the lack of Froot Bats on Friday.  The Mom accidently disconnected our house from the interwebs and then gotted distracted and then didn't post for us.  Titus is still mad.  It was a rough weekend around here. There's nothing worse than pouty froot bats.