Caturday Concealment: FAIL

Kitties!  

Sweet Pea here.

Apparently, in yesterday's post, I wasn't *quite* as hidden as I thought I was:

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The Devil's in the details, so they say...

Happy Caturday!

XX  The Feetsies  XX

Feetsies Friday

Kitties!

Sweet Pea here.

Or not...

...you'll never know, cos I'm completely concealed under the leopard blanket on the sofa, snuggled deep into the sheepie fleece.

Yup, totally invisible.

Happy Friday!

XX  Sweet Pea  XX

DISASTER!

Kitties!

Sweet Pea here, with Verreh Disturbing News:

Somebody has STOLEN MY LEGS!

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Not really...I just have 'em all tucked under nice and tidy.

Did I have you worried?

*hee hee*

Happy Sunday!

XX  Sweet Pea  XX

Teddy Bear Feets

Kitties!

The Baby here.

After a nice big restorative bowl of tuna (thank you Mommy!) I needed a nap.

So I did!

Then Mommy went and got all Arty-Farty with my footy.

It's OK though, she didn't wake me up...and there was that tuna.

Happy Thursday!

XX  Wibs  XX

Floofy Friday

Kitties!

Tiny Johnson here, with a sad announcement:

I am a Condemned Kat.

Because next Wednesday, terrible things are going to occur.

All my floof is gonna go POOF!

Mommy made the call for my annual shave, so the only thing left floofy on me will be four of these: 

my feets.

*big sigh*

Kitties, the HOTS are coming and the time to get nekkid is nigh.  Me and Maui both quite enjoy our yearly deforestation--we prance around like kittens for days afterwards--and both our fur suits are so thick and dense it only makes sense to take 'em off and go nood for the season.

Of course there will be photos...

Happy Friday!

XX  Johnny  XX

Shopping Trip

Kitties!

Johnny here.

Last week Daddy averted a potentially Very Serious situation...he went to the pet store and bought cat litter!

Four bags.*

Naturally he came home with a little something extra for me us--there were some cat trees on clearance--and Daddy can't say no to either a deal or his fur kids.**

The middle level is purrfect for a Cat My Size.

Although...on second thought...does this bed make my feets look big?

Happy Thursday!

XX  Big Foot  XX

*FIE on Mommy's so-called "planning"

** especially if  Mrs. Tightwad  is nowhere around.  Like at work.

Oh, the Aroma...and Other Things

Kitties!

Sylvester here.

Mommy has THE best smelling shoes in the world, bar none.  Compared to hers, Daddy's shoes are lame examples of footy fragrance.  None of us glom onto delicately whiff his shoes, ever!

Back in Illinois, Angel Fuzzy used to wait every evening for Mommy to take off her work boots and he'd spend at least fifteen minutes thoroughly "enjoying" them.

I totally understand.

Mommy survived her evening at work Sunday night.  A huge electrical transformer blew up and knocked out all the power at both treatment plants--the blast was big enough to shake the building where her co-worker was.  Nobody was hurt and the power was restored fairly quickly, but she spent most of her shift putting her plant back on line and troubleshooting stuff that wasn't "happy" about being so abruptly shut down.  It was a fast night but she was quite glad to get home and snuggle into bed with us and relax.  She and her co-workers like to say "boring is good" and this is exactly why!

Also, many of you asked about the Magic Dust that gets sprinkled on our foods.  It's called Fortiflora.  Mommy uses one packet per feeding, (generally five to seven cans for us) so a little goes a long way.  Kona is a terribly picky eater and The Baby is sometimes less than enthusiastic about eating and this stuff does the trick.  In fact, the box is stored way up high in the cupboard where some over-enthusiastic cat (*koff*koff*Salem*koff*koff*) can't get to it, rip the packets open, and go to town.*  

Mommy asked me to mention that Grayce's poop (she has intestinal issues) have gotten better also, smell-wise at least.  Sorry, Grayce--please don't whap me for telling...

Well, I need to get back to enjoying these shoes.

Happy Monday!

XX  Sylvester  XX

*It wasn't a pretty sight.

Sneaking Up on Scouty

Kitties!

Watch Mommy's feets:

First one foot...

...and the second one creeps up...

...stretch out the leg--almost...

...and...

BUSTED!!! 

I see those fur-plucking feets of yours Mommy, and I give them the Lasers of Doom!

Catlick = 1

Mommy = 0

Happy Caturday!

XX  Scouty  XX

Moccasin Monday!

Kitties!

May Ling here.

Wanna know a secret about my Daddy?  Of course you do!

He has FLAT feet.

Like tortillas.

His podeya...prodera...pordiaris...foot doctor said they were the flattest set of gunboats he's ever seen!  Mommy says he needs some Ancient Romans to build him arches.

So, Daddy has problems finding shoes that are comfortable.  In fact, most of the time he just wears socks.  Which drives Mommy insane because he wears 'em outside, too--like when he waters the garden and stuff.  His socks are a disaster when they hit the laundry basket!  She's been threatening to buy him slippers for years, and Daddy has always categorically rebelled against any type of casual footwear.

Until now.

This year, for a variety of reasons, Daddy capitulated during the annual Slipper Conversation,* and chose a pair of moccasins made out of BISON, of all things.  We were all shocked and amazed that when they arrived, not only did Daddy like them, he likes wearing them!

It's been a couple of weeks now, and they are getting suitably stinky.

Nothing quite matches the experience of inhaling  the delicate, yet heady, aromatic blend of eau de Daddy and Bison bison.

Kitties, for your information:  I inhale. 

::whiffffffffff::

Oh, yeah.

Happy Monday!

XX  May Ling  XX

*Augmented by strategic catalog placement in the Little Reading Room

Saturday Shoes, Red Crocs Style

Kitties!

Tiny Johnson here.

It's no secret that I LOVE my Daddy!  And one of the best things about him is his feet.

Boy oh boy, Daddy's feet are the best.

Even Scouty nibbles on them from time to time...under my supervision, of course.

If I can't get to a toe or two I go for Daddy's slippers. 

This is an old picture from The Archives--can you tell?  I'm a lot larger nowadays, and my floof is almost twice as long.  But I even as a youngster I loved Daddy's feets!

::La di da dah::

 Hey, what's this?

It's Daddy's Red Crocs!

Mmmm, they smell like valerian root.

Wait...is anybody watching? 

Good...all alone...

::Whiffffff...Sniffffff:: 

Ahhhhhhh.

What a great way to spend a Saturday. 

Inhaling the overpowering odor hypnotic smell of my Daddy's feet.

Kitties, I hope your day is as aromatically enticing as mine!

Happy Saturday!

XX  Johhny