Mancat Monday

So The Mom was changing the sheets on the big bed and I was helping because she needs my help.

You know you have a pretty good The Mom (and don't you guys tell her I said that - I have a reputation to protect) when she waits to finish changing the sheets until you're done with your nap.


Happy napping, everybuddy!

Froot Bat Friday

Happy Friday, everybuddy!

What the Paw?! Wednesday

So Mama woked up this morning and the first thing she saw was this:

At first glance, she thought it was some sort of fuzzy thing or trash or something.  But then she stumbled upon this:

And she was all, "What the paw?"  But then she thanked me for saving her from certain death.  Because a giant cricket in the middle of the night is not good - they're very dangerous creatures. She did find a third leg a little bit farther down the hall, but she didn't take a picture of it. Whatever, Mama. I just know that she feels so much safer knowing that her little speckley PBK* is taking care of the house while she sleeps. And since I am a good sister, I would like to thank EG for his assistance in the take down of Mr. Cricket. He makes me do all the work always has my back in case the any of the bugs get out of control.  And then he inspects them after I'm done with them to make sure that they're good and deaded.

Mama did mention that I should probably make sure of who or what my victim target is.  She thinks that if I ever see this guy:

I should probably leave him alone.  She claims he's not a threat or anything.  I'll try, Mama.  Sometimes, I just get in the zone and forget about everything else.


*Professional Bug Killer

Mancat Monday

This is a picture of me, chilling on The Mom.  Please notice the manly ear tufts.  She cut my luxurious whiskies out of the picture - she claims that she couldn't get them to fit in the frame. Because they are so luxurious. Whatever, The Mom.

I would like to take this opportunity to wish our Dad a very Happy Birthday!  He's a super good Dad, especially when he drops foods on the floor. We have lots of manly plans for today:  napping, eating, watching ESPN, and I'll probably take another nap or five. Oh, and Dad will probably do some work while I nap, but he'll be sure to be quiet so that he doesn't wake me up. Because he's a good Dad. 

Happy Birthday, Dad!  Have a great day! We might even share some tuna joose with you. Maybe.

Froot Bat Friday

Mom says she's had a whole week of Mondays. Whatever that means. I guess it means she can't help us blog or give us adequate treatage. Because last night's photoshoot was chock full of NO TREATS.

I guess she thinks that if she takes pictures of me sleeping, then she doesn't have to get her behind out of bed give me treats. Nice try at the sneakiness, Mom.

Here is a picture of me giving her the stink eye.  You'd think she'd have learned by now (it's really simple math):
Treats = super cute Froot Bats
No treats = very dirty looks

Happy Weekend, everybuddy!  I hope your pawrents shower you with treats this weekend.  Because I'm sure mine won't.

Twins on Tuesday on Monday

Yesterday was our birthday. We're six now! The Mom is having a hard time believing it. She says it seems like just yesterday we were three pound baby kittens. And that we napped in the bathroom sink together and that Tazo was an expert jumper and I kept falling off the counters I was trying to jump on. I don't like to think about that part - I'm not sure it's all that manly when your sister can outjump you. Ahem. Anyway, here's a picture of us on the day we gotted gotcha'd.

Here is Tazo playing with our new fevver chickhens last night.  They're pretty fun.  The Mom couldn't get a non-blurry picture of me and the fevver chickhens.  And I am not sure why there is a white dawg tail in this picture either.

Here is a picture of me in action.  See the manly grey blur?  Yep, that's me.

And here we are getting our birthday yogurt.  Vanilla! Yum.

Have no fear, Froot Bat Fans - those delicious, pink ears gotted some yogurt, too.

Mancat Rule of the Day:  It is very manly to share your posting day with your sister because your The Mom makes you it's your birthday.

Froot Bat Friday

I got a treat.  From Dad. Not from Mom. I think I'm going to have to buddy up to Dad more. He's waaaay better at dropping stuff.

And speaking of buddying up:

Somekitty was trying to horn in on my treat.

Happy Weekend, everybuddy!