Wordless Wednesday - Window Edition

Tazo Tuesday

The other day, Mama was looking for me. She looked in all my favorite nappy spots, but I was no where to be found. She walked into the bedroom and this is what she found:

Oh, hai, Mama!

Sometimes it's good to keep your pawrents on their toes. hee hee

Mancat Monday

Doods.

Nip.

The End.

Froot Bat Friday

Doods.  Bad news.  I think Mom got to Dad. He took this picture last night. And gave me no treats. And Mom was sort of bummed about my froot bats because she said they were Flying Nun Froot Bats (she prefers the more relaxed, out-to-the-side froot bats).  But he said, "But he's smiling!" Then she said that maybe Dad could let me lick the milk from the bottom of his cereal bowl when he was done with it just to sort of coax out the relaxed froot bats and he wouldn't do it. Doods.  I'm distraught.  I don't even know what to do. I thought he was on my side. His excuse was that he thought I wasn't allowed to have people foods.  And Mom said (thankfully!) that I get people foods on Thursday nights when I'm doing my photoshoots. Now if only she would follow her own advice.  See what I'm dealing with here?  It's tough.

I hope you guys have a great weekend and get tons and tons of treats.

Twins on Tuesday

Sometimes you just gotta hog the couch. 

Froot Bat Friday

Dad sent Mom this picture yesterday.  But she knew it wasn't me right away. Sometimes she's a good Mom. 

Apparently, Dad saw this guy riding around town and followed him into the BK parking lot (and uh, why didn't you bring me some BK Dad?!?!?!  A plain hamburger would've been lovely!)  Dad says he was pretty barky, and so not nearly as nice as me.  I gotta say that this guy's got some pretty good froot bats.

Anyway, last night?  TREATS!  Tortilla chips! Yum!  But I guess I got pretty excited because Mom had to hold on to the chips while Dad took the picture. I'm thinking I need to get Dad involved in more of my photoshoots.  There seems to be more treats when he's around.

Happy Weekend, everybuddy! 

Whisker Hump Wednesday

This isn't exactly how I wanted my first Whisker Hump Wednesday to go. Krap.  But I think maybe Kismet would understand about how sometimes you lose a whiskie or two. Kismet, you were one of the very first blogs we ever visited and I totally learned how to be a mancat from you.  Rest in peace, buddy.  We'll never forget you.