Saturday Photohunt!

Kitties!

The theme of this Saturday's Photohunt is "Gather".

Well, nothing gathers us together faster than a birdie in the yard!

Unless it's food...

Happy Saturday, and Happy Nude Rears Eve!

xx  The Lounge Kats  xx

Friday Frenzy!

Kitties!

Felix here.

One of my favorite things to do is gallop around the skyways like a madcat.  I do this every day, several times a day.  Mommy and Daddy will be in the house and they can hear the boards flexing and springing when I'm working off steam.  It sounds like thunder!

Here's a sample:

Stretch first.  You have to make sure your claws are sharp (for maximun gription) and your toes are limber.

Choose your route judiciously.

Make sure there's no impediments.

Start off with an easy trot, to get a feel for your frenzy.

Build up some speed.

Aim for the first obstacle to work out on.

Scratch the bejeebers out of it...

...then quickturnaround...and LEAP!

Run like the w-i-n-d!

Embrace your inner crazypants.

It's always a good idea to practice a quick stop.  Just in case.

The second time, take your route at FULLSPEEDAHEAD!!!!

THUNDER down the track.

Be ready to change course at any moment.

LEAP!

Land...

...and make sure to stick the dismount.

Happy Friday!

XX  Felix  XX

Deep Dark Secrets...

Kitties!

The Baby here, and I have some fantastic dirt to dish!

I'm gonna need a little help though.

DADDY! 

Get outside and take the pictures I need.

Now!

Daddy:  Yes, Ma'am!

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This is our front yard.  

Daddy loves to garden and the past couple of weeks he's been working out here, transplanting bushes, resetting the stepping stones, and all kinds of heavy manly man stuff.  

The big oval in between the palm trees is new.

Do you see the big urn-thingy in the middle?

You do?

Good. 

Because it was FREE!

Mommy garbage-picked it.

That's right, Mommy AND Daddy are garbage pickers.  

They slow down when they drive by "interesting" trash...you just never know if there might be something good in there!  In fact, our old house was once furnished in the Late Twentieth-Century Castoff style.  

But I digress.

 

Last Sunday Mommy was driving down our street and the urn-thingy was sitting in a pile of trash.  She tromped on the brakes, jumped out, and assessed it...the urn was a score!  But it was too heavy to load into the back of her car.  Not a problem, she raced home to get Daddy--you never want to be "out-picked, you know"--and they zoomed back up the block to retrieve their prize. 

And now, it's resting in our front yard.

Recycling at it's best.

Happy Thursday!

XX  The Baby  XX

WordlESS WednESSday

Happy WednESSday!

XX  May Ling  XX

Terrible Torturous Tuesday!

Kitties!

Daddy bought himself a little present for Christmas.

He modified it by adding feathers...

...and proceeded to torture us with it! 

Have we mentioned that Daddy is a mean mean man?

He's had radio-controlled cars before--in fact one was a Nerf model that shot darts.

You can guess who he was shooting at.  Angel Kitty Max hated that thing.

Since the carpeting is gone Daddy can work up some speed with the Truck of Torment (ToT), 

and chase us all the way across the room and into the next one.

There's more--theToT makes a Cod-awful noise.  

It's the kind of sound you can't ignore, you just have to investigate it...

...and then you are so VERY sorry that you did. 

Evidently, there's no limit to Daddy's perfidity.

Mommy's no better, either. 

She thinks it's FUNNY, watching us scramble to evade the ToT.

Especially when it practically scares the fur pants off of us! 

They better sleep with one eye open, tonight.

Happy Tuesday!

XX  The Scairdey Lounge Kats  XX

PSA for pets from Daddy!

Kitties!

 It's The Daddy, with a GREAT announcement concerning lost pets.

I was working last Saturday morning when the phone rang--I answered and got a computer generated message--and I almost hung up, thinking it was a telemarketer. But just as I was about to press END...I heard "PET AMBER ALERT...PET AMBER ALERT!"  So I listened and found out a Border Collie Woofie named BRINKS was lost in our neighborhood!

(To our foreign readers, an "Amber Alert" is a PSA that goes out for missing children.)

The message was detailed and informative, told me ALL about BRINKS, and a number to call if he was found/seen.  I wrote the number down and called to find out more about BRINKS, like what part of our neighborhood was he last seen?  And guess what?  When I called I got BRINKS’ dad on the phone, and BRINKS was already home!  Somebody else had seen BRINKS after getting the same phone call and got him to come to them.

Apparently, PETAMBERALERT.COM is AWESOME.  It's available in the US and Canada.   BRINKS’ dad found the site, signed up, and it automatically faxed and emailed ALL the surrounding VETS and SHELTERS.

Then, if that wasn’t good enough--it calls EVERYBODY [like me] within a THREE MILE radius, BRINKS lived two miles away from us!

(BRINKS didn’t even live in our 'hood, thank Cod...we don’t need any woofies here, and you know what happens to strays that show up at our door.)

   

Check it out: PETAMBERALERT.COM

It does cost money to use--but they're worth it, right?

Pets are priceless!

Happy Monday!

XX  The Daddy  XX

pee ess:  In case you're wondering, yes, Daddy talks in caps, too!  He's crazypants!

Don We Now Our Gay Apparel...

Kitties!

Hats off to you!

Wishing all our readers a multi-denominational & inter-species HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

(Mommy said we should be "politically correct".  Whatever.)

You make our days merry and bright...

Love,

KonaKitty, The Baby, Grayce, Tiny Johnson, Felix, Rupert, Scouty, CC, Sweet Pea, Maui, May Ling, Salem, Sylvester

and

Mommy Trish and Daddy Scott

The Three Wild Men

Kitties!

We are tired of waiting for Sandy Claws.  It is TOO HARD to be Nice all the time.

We think Naughty is so much easier.  And fun.

Besides, who wants a rep as a suck-up goody four paws?

Not us!

The way we see the situation, since it's already Christmas on the other side of the world, Sandy Claws has already done checked his list, packed his sleigh, and is too busy delivering packages to reassess our behavior.

And we've already been good for, like, two whole days or something like that!

That's an eternity in Cat Time.

So we're pulling out all the stops...

...and reverting back to our usual ways.

If we get coal for Catmas--well, maybe we can bat it around for fun.  

Or perhaps Daddy will grill us some chik-kun using it.  

Either way, we win!

Happy pre-Catmas Caturday!

XX  Maui, John, and CC  XX

Fantastic Friday!

Kitties!

Grayce here, and I have some WONDERFUL news:

Our friend Steve is out of the rehab hospital, and HOME!

HURRAH!

In fact, last night he came over for a visit (yup, he's driving and everything) and to give us our Catmas present.  Of course, Mommy and Daddy got gifts, too--but the REAL present was the ribbon on the packages!  Mommy (in a fit of inspired frontal cortex activity) tied it onto the end of the All Time Favorite Toy (ATFT) for us to play with.

Can you see six of us in the photo?  

No?

Sylvester is peeking out from behind our everso stylishly clad Mommy.

Holy Cod.

The ribbon flitters and flutters about, making a delightfully enticing ribbony rustling noise.

It drives us crazypants!

I'm not usually a big toy fan, but the Ribbon-Augmented ATFT is irresistible.  Do you see how I'm flaring my tail base?  I only do that when I'm super-duper excited.  Worked up.  Full of beans.

It REALLY got my motor running! 

I chased it all over the Great Room, skidding and skitching into the turns...

...and when it flew over the ESS... 

...I saw my chance!

I poufed my tail, bared my mighty fangs, and gave it the BITEY! 

Kitties, I dedded that ribbon so good, it was too terrible to photograph.

Golly, I wonder what Steve will bring us next?

Happy Friday!

XX  Grayce  XX