Mystery Yak

Kitties!

Some kitty is feeling mighty fine this Friday:

This magnificent specimen (and it's baby brother) was on top of the washing machine Thursday morning.  Naturally, Mommy whipped out her phone and trusty measuring tape for documentary purposes.

 Her only query was this: whodunnit?

Any ideas?

Happy Friday!

XX  One Very Happy Yak-Free Feline  XX

Not Just No, But He!! No

Kitties!

The Baby here.

What's that Mommy?  You're taking me to the vet for a Senior Blood Panel and a check-up?

I don't think so.

I'm all over my cat cold but Mommy is a horrible person worrywart and has decided that--without any input whatsoever from me--I still need a once-over and blood work to make sure my innards are working correctly.  As if the 10cm hairball*  I produced yesterday (unfortunately missing the carpet) wan't enough proof that I'm in tip top shape!

*sigh*

Happy Tuesday, anyway!

XX  The Victim  XX

*complete with grass.  It was a Work of Art, kitties.

Plate Techtonics

Friends and Kitties!

Sheebie here.

So...I'm assuming that you are are all passably acquainted with the idea of plate techtonics; the shifting of the Earth's crust, forming various, ever-changing land masses.  Sometimes the crust gets a little thin or weak and a volcano erupts over the hot spot...like my spectacular barf-o-rama earlier this week.

Well, the crust shifted.

The norovirus hot spot found a new crevasse.

Scott has it now.

The "good" part is that he was more of a shield volcano--gradually (yet relentlessly) depositing magma at the surface, layer by layer--rather than the furious explosive ones I chose to emulate, which helped minimize the collateral damage to life and property...

 I took another day off work to be at his beck and call keep an eye out in case things went downhill like they did for me but Scott's G.I system's a trooper and as of writing this he's up and even feeling a little peckish.  I admit the extra day off did me no harm; I took it easy on myself the whole day and feel all the better for it.  Hopefully we're both done!

What a week.

Here's to a better one...

Happy Sunday!

XX  Sheebie  XX

Tuckered Out Tuesday

Kitties!

Maui here.

Blast Mommy and her tablet...the flash is too bright.

I'm totally spent--I woke up in the middle of the night in order to eject a spectacular hairball on Daddy--and I missed out on at least six minutes of my nightime slumber.  Why he had to go on (and on) about it afterwards and thrash around getting a new blanket for the bed I don't know, I sure wish he'd be quieter when I'm trying to fall back asleep, it's inconsiderate!

Happy Tuesday!

XX  Maui  XX

Caturday Chundering

Kitties!

Johnny here.

Mommy gave me this great new box and said I was lucky to get it...because two nights this week I've woken her up emitting the dreaded Upchuck Gurgle and for some reason interrupted sleep doesn't thrill her.  I'll tell you what doesn't thrill me: being rudely rousted out of my cozy spot right next to Mommy's pillow when I'm just about to yak!  Really, who wants to barf on an impermeable tile floor?  Where's the challenge, the artistry, in that?

Mommy is a heathen.

Happy Caturday!

XX  Hairball Hurlin' TJ  XX

Revenge.

Kitties!

The Mommy here.

An Open Letter to the Katnip Lounge Krew:

 Lovely Felines of the Catio, Greetings.

As your Mommy I realize it is my onerous duty utmost pleasure to feed, groom, water, scoop for, play with and love all of you.

However.

I can do without certain physical manisfestations of reciprocal affection, to wit:

Thank you for your attention to this matter.

Sincerely, and with the Utmost Love,

  The Mommy

pee ess:  because of physical therapy, life, and general busy-ness my commenting time has been curtailed--I hope to get around on Saurdays and visit!  Stupid knee...

xx  Trish