Nice Pair

Kitties!

Sheebie here.

I  bought cantaloupes.

Scott had his phone handy.

That is all.

Happy HAPPY Thursday!

XX  Muskmelon Mommy  XX

"T" is for Troublemaker

Kitties!

Insane Mister Crazypants Maui here.

After shooting the tube a half dozen times, running the skyways on the Catio, bouncing around the house like my feets have springs on 'em, terrorizing Felix, wrassling with May Ling, chasing the red dot, and beating up my toys, I'm ready for some FUN!

Happy Tuesday!

XX  Maui the Maniac  XX

Furry Fins?

Kitties!

Salem here.

For some odd reason, Mommy laughed when she saw me laying like this, took my picture, and called my feeties fins!

I don't get it...oh yes, I do...

She's crazypants.

Happy Friday!

XX  Salem  XX

Unicorn?

Kitties!

The inmate have escaped from the asylum, and we have proof:

Does anyone care to speculate what the fur is going on here?

ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!

Leave us your theories in a comment...

Happy Monday!

XX  The Kats  XX

Wherein Mommy is Worried...

Kitties!

Mommy:  Oh dear*--Scouty has lost his head!

Mommy:  There it is!  What a relief.  For a minute, I was worried.

Scouty:  And you wonder why I don't socialize--my Mama taught me not to talk to crazyants people.

*sigh*

Happy Thursday!

XX  Scouty the Sane  XX

*not what she actually said.  use your imagination.

Yet Another Alias

Kitties!

Felix here.

I was sitting in this Most Excellent Box, minding my own beeswax, when I heard Mommy giggling.  I didn't get too alarmed because she's prone to fits of insanity and if you pretend it's not happening it eventually goes away crazypants.

Then--get this--she called me Avocado Boy!

Which went too far, in my opinion. 

Happy Friday!

XX  Felix*  XX

*who is ORNJ and in no way resembles an avocado.

Melting Mancat Monday

Kitties!

Maui here.

The Super-HOTS have arrived here in the desert.

It's the time of year where, if you are crazypants enough want a snooze on the Catio, you have to scootch up to the cool house foundation to prevent overheating.

Some days there's a line of us against the wall...me, KonaKitty, CC, Scouty, and John, all in a row.   Thank Cod it's a long wall, that's about fifteen feet of feline if you include our tails!  Which we do.

I was getting ready to turn over when Mommy started laughing--she said my Fur Horn hairdo made me look like a young Jack Nicholson:

*pthbbbbbbt*

I just can't see any resemblance, can you?

Happy Monday!

XX  Maui  XX

Nevada Rust

Kitties!

Felix here.

As you know, I looooove packing paper.  What kitty doesn't?  It's crinkly, crackly, and oh-so-fun to bite and savage.

We got some exceptionally fine packing paper last weekend, so Daddy made a paper purrito with me as the tasty filling!  It was great.  Paper always make me just a little bit crazypants--and, apparently, the peeps, too, because after a few minutes Daddy got rid of the paper (I got it back later) and he put a little rug on me--and called it a "saddle"!  Then he bellowed for Mommy to come see.

Of course, last weekend was some big horse race with an entrant named California Chrome, so Daddy got creative and gave me yet another nickname:  Nevada Rust!   (Um, you may notice me hissing...pay no nevermind to that.  It's just how I play.)

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And yes, the peeps really are demented silly like this, all.  the.  time.

I am a saint, kitties!  A SAINT.

Saint Rust.

Happy Caturday!

XX  Felix  XX

Grayce Gone Wild!

Kitties!

Mommy exaggerates.

I would never go "wild".*

See, here I am, sedately reposed on the crinkly paper, covered in nip.

No wildness whatsoever.

Calm, cool, and collected, that's me...even sniffing the strangely-shaped toy that Mommy so evilly thoughtfully dipped into the silvervine jar not a hair's out of place.

hmmmm.

It appears that I have silvervine all over my paw.  Better tidy that up pronto.

::licketty lick lick lick::

oooooooooh, head rush...

And that's my secret, pals--couch lock!

I'm too silver-stoned to get silly.

heh heh heh

Happy Thursday!

XX  Grayce  XX

*except for my crazypants post-pooping gallop, that is.

Frolicking Friday

Kitties!

Salem here...

...and I have a wild hair up my capacious curvy bum!

I know just what to do to burn off a little crazypantedness: pummel the ESS. 

::leap::

I'm gonna scratch-n-scratch-n-scratch it until it's nothing but shreds.

!!!DIE*DIE*DIE*DIE!!!

ESS:  "Aaaaiiiieeeeeeeeee"

There, that's done...

::dusts off paws::

...and now I see something else to maul.

The Nefarious Glitter Ball!

Hmmmm, maybe I'll just squish it to death.  Killing is hard work!

Happy Friday!

XX  Salem  XX

Our PURRsonal Super Hero!

Kitties!

We have a brand new Super Hero in town, the Plaid Poopster!

He cleans the cat boxes with a silver scoop!

OK, it's really stainless steel, but it was shiny like silver (once upon a time) when it was new... just roll with us on this one.

The Plaid Poopster flies through the house with his trusty dung bucket in tow.

Folks, he's headed outdoors...

...what is the Plaid Poopster up to now?

He has a verreh determined look on his face.

Holy Cats, it's the ritual Dumping of the Dung!

It's not everyday that you get to see such a dedicated Super Hero hamming it up for his audience so hard at work.  This is truly a special and amazing moment.

A really looong moment.  

Finally done!

Thank you, Plaid Poopster, for your dedicated doody duty. 

What would we do without you?

Happy Monday!

XX  The Krappin' Katnip Lounge Kats  XX

Sheebie's Giftmas

Friends and Kitties!

Sheebie here.

Buying a gift for Scott is nearly an impossible feat.  A) he never knows what he'd like, and B) as soon as he figures it out he buys it himself.  Occasionally I'll get lucky and present him with a tin of kipper snacks or a tube of lip balm the lack of which he was unaware, but for the most part I steer clear of the gifting quagmire.  Myself, on the other hand, am an easy recipient.  I like everything.  There are very few things I've received from Scott in all the years we've been married that I consider to be "dud" gifts.  (And I will never, on pain of death, reveal which ones they are so don't bother asking.)  It sounds sort of one-sided but for us, it works.

I should state that we don't celebrate any traditional holidays at our house.  We did away with Christmas in 1997--long story involving a trip to Mexico--Scott hates birthday fuss, I detest "lovey" days, and our families live conveniently far enough away to prevent easy get-togethers.  Additionally, I work most holidays (at double-time-and-a-half) by choice.  We do take note of my birthday, mainly because I parade around for weeks crowing things like "next week is my birthday", "it's my birthday" and "do you know what today is?  It's the day after the day after my birthday!"  Scott is an intelligent man, and reacts appropriately to maintain marital harmony.

And some of his best gifts cost nothing except his dignity.

Friday I was at work with my swollen up cat-bitten hand and feeling pretty miserable.  I would have taken time off except it's the holidays and I just didn't feel right about sticking my co-workers with an extra shift, so I'm grousing through the day, having a craptacular solo pity party when I get an email from Scott, who had just set up our indoor bike-riding doohickey* and sent me some photos:

I almost wet my pants laughing.

Of course I immediately called him, and he said that besides putting together the riding thingummy he'd also done all  my house chores and he'd make dinner (pizza!) too.  Well.  My day got a lot better despite my lame hand, and I slogged through the remainder of work in a vastly improved frame of mind--and when I got home I saw that Scott had been harvesting the lemon tree and picked a few dozen more for me--he knew I wouldn't be able to snip them off for a few days.  I've been slicing and dehydrating them a dozen at a time for my tea, and he knows that I want to get them done while they're at their peak.  But that wasn't the real gift.

This was: 

How about these melons...er...lemons?

Pin-up cheesecake!

Naughty or Nice?

Scott sometimes drives me crazy, but where else in the world would I find a man who puts lemons in his shirt just to make me laugh?   Furthermore, how do you go about screening a possible mate for that sort of thing? I don't suppose internet dating services ask you about your fruit placement preferences, or maybe they do, depending on the site.  Anyway, that's besides the point.  My point is that all of us, just by our very existence, are a gift, to somebody.  As you are all to me, reading my ramblings--my present to you.  I wish you all a Very Happy Whatever, Whenever.

Happy Sunday, and Have a Laugh This Week!

XX  Sheebie  XX

*This came up on spellcheck!  I only had one "O" in there.  Who knew?

pee ess:  The hand is doing much better!

Blasting off with Sheebie

Friends and Kitties!

First off, let me say that I'm joining in the Blogblast for Peace today!

Although with this around the house I don't entertain much serious hope for any meaningful personal peace (and quiet)!

Not that I mind.

It's been a nice week--work was fun, the weather's been nice, and the cats have been reasonably well-behaved.  I knew it couldn't last...after putting my groceries in the car on Saturday I somehow lost my balance and fell in the parking lot, with the shopping cart (trolley for you British types) crashing on top of me, resulting in a spectacularly scraped up elbow and a knee that looks like an acid flashback.  Sheesh.  At least I didn't break anything.

See the Bob Kittens?

Well, my Mom and Dad's cat Shadow did too!  This was her first time seeing them in "her" yard (they visit pretty regularly) and she was all up in arms, every fur and whisker poufed on Full Bottlebrush.  She patrolled from window to window and back again all afternoon after they wandered off.

The pumpkin is our sole contribution to Fall decorating, and I'm gonna eat it next week.  Scott bought it at the hardware store!  Holidays aren't too big of a deal around here.

There's been earth-moving equipment working every day on the park.  The guys move dirt around, scoop it up, dump it in the desert, and deliver more dirt.  Scott is convinced it's just a giant construction worker's sandbox (sandpit for you Brits) out there.

Here's the view up the street.

Look what all the cars were hiding!

The big building in the back will be the "comfort station" for the trail head, and the smaller one in the foreground is slated for trash and recycling.

This is the big building from across the road...

...and the view looking back down our street.

With hindsight, I can see that this project was realistically never gonna be done until winter; the landscaping wouldn't survive transplanting during the summer months.  Which doesn't excuse the slowness of everything else...but I have my fingers crossed for spring!  Of 2013.

And why I bagged on the King's English today, I have no idea...

Have a Peaceful Sunday and an Injury Free Week!

XX  Sheebie  XX