Pharty Phriday!

Kitties!

CC here.

As you can see, I'm way up high on one of the skyways.  There's a nice fresh breeze up here (thank Cod) to waft away my Thanksgiving turkey farts.  They're pretty terrible, actually...but at least I didn't soil my shorts like one of my brothers,  who may have been a glutton consumed a little too much...and paid the price with a pantaloon trim!

Never a dull moment around here, that's for sure.

Happy Friday!

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This and That

Kitties!

Thank you for reassuring us that we are not alone.

It's comforting, in a strange way, to know that Cats all over the world have gassy Humans.

We think Blogger was sending messages, too--look what Eric and Flynn's word verification was!

fumes!

Milo and Alfie had a good "word" too, it was:

unFARTwi!

In other news, many of you inquired about Thermometer Lady, and what she wears when it gets hot out.  Kitties, she strips down to her bra and knickers!

What's that, Mommy? Oh.

Ahem.  We mean she disrobes into a bikini, like this:

The HOTS!  July, 14 2010

To see all of Thermometer Lady's outfits (or lack thereof) click Here !

It's good to be a Cat, and have all-season Fur Suits.  

Nothing else required, except perhaps a jaunty scarf for those extra-chilly mornings out on the Catio.

It'll be cold until the end of January, so we have a LOT of snuggling to do.

Happy Sunday!

XX  Lounge Kats

pee ess:  this just in--Daddy got a picture of Henry!  More tomorrow!

Of Felines and Flatulence

Kitties!

Johnny here, with a funny story.

We found out that Sweet Pea likes sweet Potatoes!

A lot!

A WHOLE lot!

We call 'em "Sweet Pea-tatoes" now.

So here's the story:

  Mommy goes to bed and reads every night, and we all pile in with her, usually five or six of us.  She lays with her knees bent, and Sweet Pea likes to go under the covers and camp out in the "knee-bow" tent.

We were all snuggled in, when we heard a hissing noise, Ssssssssssssss!

And a Terrible Smell filled the room!

Maui covered his nose.

Rupert passed out.

Salem got up and left!

The Smell was coming from beneath the covers...Sweet Pea's whiskers were twitching up a storm, tickling Mommy's ankles...kitties, do you think the sweet pea-tatoes were responsible?

They WERE!

But not from Sweet Pea!

The Smell was from Mommy! 

Mommy lifted the covers and Sweet Pea shot out like a cannonball.

We'll see if The Pea goes under the covers tonight...

Bwahahahahahaha!

Have a Fabulous Friday!

XX  Johnny