Froot Bat Friday

I was sporting the perfect froot bats last night.  Except Mom's camera wouldn't work. She missed a perfect froot bat opportunity. hehe

Happy Weekend, Everybuddy!

A Furry Kid Totem Pole

Tazo makes a great buffer, don't you think? hehe

What the Paw?!?! Wednesday

You may be wondering what the paw this is.  Well, let me tell you.  It's shedding season for me, so Mom's been plucking which is super annoying.  She managed to get two good 'tocks locks off of my 'tocks.  She put them on Dad's hairbrush in a "T."  I think she thought that maybe he'd think *I* did it, you know, since it's my initial and all.  But he's way too smart and figured out that it was all her.  See what we have to put up with??? Moms.  I'm thinking EG might be on to something as far as finding ours a new home.  What the paw?!?!?!

PS - I've had a couple of furriends ask if it hurts to be "plucked."  It doesn't.  See, I have a double coat and a couple of times a year, I shed it.  The undercoat (which keeps me insulated) sort of loosens up and works its way toward the outer layer of furs.  If you look at me from certain angles, you can see that the furs look different and those are the ones that get "plucked."  Mom and Dad think it's super fun to see who can pluck the biggest tuft of furs from my 'tocks.  That's the annoying part.  All they really need to do is brush me (which I love!), but they say it's not nearly as fun.  Whatever.  Again, I'm asking:  anybody wanna trade Moms?

Tazo Tuesday

So last night, I was snoozing on my new bed which is super comfy (see picture above - hee hee).  I was warm and relaxed and minding my own bizness.  Then Mama comes running down the hall and scoops me up.  I get all purr-y and think we're going to cuddle or something.  But no!  She runs me into the family room, sits me down on the couch arm, and points to the wall.  There's a spider and she needs a PBK*.  So I get to work and take care of bizness for her.  She was grateful, though not grateful enough to hand out treats.(grrrr) I mean, it was fun and all, but I would still rather be napping. Or having a treats.

*Professional Bug Killer

Mancat Monday

We, The Furry Kids,  had a pretty quiet weekend.  Only one roaming cat sighting and I only gotted mildly hissed off.  The Mom, on the other hand, is still on edge.  Something about she doesn't trust us alone and something else about she saw me sneak a chomp on a skinny dawg ankle, and so her and Dad (BUT MOSTLY HER) are hovering.  Isn't that called helicopter parenting or something?  So I spent lots of time cleaning my machine.  Because it's super important to keep a clean machine. And because that's pretty much the only time she leaves me alone any more.  Anybody need a super anxious, hover-y The Mom?  I've got one available for cheap.  Just sayin'.

Froot Bat Friday

It's Froot Bat Friday!
Have a great weekend, everybuddy!

Thursday and We're-Not-Inviting-Hurl Today

Things seemed to have chilled out here.  HG *may* have returned to his normal, mischievous self instead of his super eeebil awful self.  But we are not going to jinx it.  Tune in tomorrow for some froot bats. Hopefully.