Thursday Thirteen - Edition 55

Today is our birthday! We are three. I don't feel a day over two, though. But whatever. Here's 13 Things That We'd Like for our Birthday:

1. A steak
2. A PAR-TAY
3. Breakfast at 3:30 am
4. A long, uninterrupted nap
5. A snack of delicious, pink ears (and don't those ears just look yummy???)
6. To go outside and run around
7. Some fev-vers
8. A boat load of nip
9. No more mani/pedis
10. To be able to sleep on Dad and The Mom's bed and stretch waaaaayyy out without either of them complaining
11. To be able to boobwalk without getting yelled at
12. A long ride in the stroller
13. A pet fishie or a lizard or something (I think we're old enough to be responsible for a pet fishie, don't you?)


Here is the very first picture that Dad and The Mom have of us. We're about 10-1/2 weeks old.

And here's one from last week. I think we've grown up just a little. The Mom keeps saying, "Remember when they only weighed 3-1/2 pounds? They were soooo tiny!" to Dad. She's totally ruining my manly reputation.


Anyway, the point is that The Mom is busy and preoccupied and whatever this week and didn't really plan a PAR-TAY for us, so if anyone wants to come over and trash the house today, we'll be here. heh heh


In other news, Aunt Jen and The Mom want to thank you for all the purrs and purrayers. She's still feeling pretty bad, but hopefully her antibiotics will start kicking some butt soon and she'll get all healed up. We'll update when we know anything else.

White Mustache Wednesday

It's not a Giambi mustache, but it'll do.

In other news, The Mom dropped off a "sample" to the V-E-T this morning so they can see if our medicines took care of our giardia. We're keeping our paws crossed that we're in the clear.

In other other news, if you've got some extra purrs hanging around, Aunt Jen could use one or two. She had been doing really well, but she got a really bad infection over the weekend and she's back in the hospital. She (and we) would really appreciate it.

For TT

Twins Tuesday

Notice how EG has just the right amount of paw dangle going. Dangly paws are always squee-worthy in Mama's book. Notice also how the dangly paw is taking the focus off of me. It's supposed to be Tazo Tuesday and I had a special picture all ready for Bert today.

In other news, last night all three of us were in the perfect Christmas card pose - we were all hanging out in the same area and all looking super cute at the same time. So Mama snuck out and grabbed her flashy box (and not the askeery one because I run away as soon as I even hear the bag open - hee hee) and ran back to take our picture. And guess what? The battery died right then and there. hee hee By the time she switched the battery and came back, Titus was headed out of the room. Nice try, Mama.

Mancat Monday

Mancat Rule of the Day: It is very manly to have your medicine splattered on your left cheek *and* water dripping from your chin.

Froot Bat Friday

We're hoping these videos work. It's taken Mom a month to figure out how to get them off her camera.

The first video was taken about a month ago. Mom was really sick and had a weird voice. She kept talking to us like she was DarthVader. It was really embarrassing. The second video was taken last night. Please note how I ignore her. hehe

Thursday Thirteen - Edition 54

Here's 13 Things heard while we get our medicine:

1. Please don't run under the bed!

2. T-Bone! You don't want the medicine. It's for kitty tummies. ::whispers:: And it doesn't taste good.

3. That's my good Bizzy Boy! (Titus takes his medicine like a good boy. Show off.)

4. Here, Speckle-Speckle! Let Mama make a speckly burrito.

5. EG! Please don't scratch Mama.

6. I'm sorry that tastes so bad.

7. Tazo, please don't make that pitiful sound. Mama is sorry about the medicine.

8. Ouch! (As Mama gets scratched during medicine time)

9. That Flagyl is *not* chicken flavored.

10. Who wants some yogurt? Would that make you feel better?

11. Don't make me put the squeeze on you!

12. Why is there medicine splattered on the kitchen cabinet???

13. How do you guys get so rubbery and hard to pick up?