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Kitties!  

CC here.

You know, I really do love my Mommy (mostly at night when she's in bed flat on her back and it's safe), but I'm a bit shy, so--on general principles--when she sidles into the room trying to get a photo of me I bail.

Which is why there aren't many photos of me on the blog...in case you were wondering.

Happy Friday!

XX  CC  XX

The Mommy here--CC is a total love bug, but on his terms.  If we are on the floor (with another cat as a buffer) or in bed he's all Mister Furry Purry and thrilled to be petted and fussed over--but if we approach him and he thinks his brother Scouty's words are true and it's the Stew Pot for him, too!

Silly boy.

Stewpot Boy

Kitties!

Scouty here.

This is hard to admit, but I'm mellowing as I get older; I let Mommy get Dangerously Close* to me these days, especially if I know she's got something yummy in hand--lately it's been canned mackerel--and she approaches me slowly with the bowl held out where I can see it.

Still, there is NO Touching allowed.

Not now, and not ever!

The possibility of becoming the main ingredient in Scouty Stew is just too great...I just know the treats are to fatten me up and make me all tasty and stuff.

So I keep my lasers ready, just in case.

Happy Caturday!

XX  Scouty  XX

*under a meter!

Ignoring is Bliss

Kitties!

Scouty here.

Mommy is over there.  

(Where she belongs!)

I'm ignoring her.

Still ignoring her.

STILL ignoring her.

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ohholycrapshe'sreallygettingclose!!!!!!!

Damned woman.

Happy Humpday!

XX  Unstewed Scouty  XX

Worse and Worse Wednesday.

Kitties!

May Ling here, with some disturbing developments to report.

Scouty may be on to something with his Stew Pot Conspiracy theories.

Because today Mommy started waving the cooking pincers around, measuring us up for Cod only know what nefarious purposes. 

She pinced my tender middle!

I ran away.

She pinced Grayce!

Grayce stomped off in a huff.

She snuck up (do you detect a pattern here?) on Scouty.

Mommy:  I pince your head!  Bwahahahahaha!

Scouty figured if he ignored Mommy maybe she'd take a hint, and her pincers, and go away.

But NO!

She moved 'em closer...

...at which point Johnny moved in to save his buddy...

To Be Continued...

Happy Wednesday!

XX  May Ling  XX

Mancat Monday with Bad Poetry

 Kitties!

Scouty here, with a confession. 

I like the peeps.

Yup, I do.

Even though I do not allow Touching, I've become rather social lately; not only showing up for treats (I get three shrimps, broken up) but also hanging out in the doorway of Daddy's office every evening, watching him.  

It's sorta embarrassing to admit this, but I've also started sleeping on Mommy's bed.  Mostly when she's not in it, but occasionally I'll s-l-o-o-o-w-l-y slither onto the foot of the bed when she's sitting up reading.  (Mommy:  I pretend he's invisible)

And when she's not in bed, I like to sleep on her pillow.  It smells really good there and I make Serious Biskits for a long time before I settle in.  Things are to the point where I give her Dirty Looks when she wants to get in bed, because I don't want to move!  But I have to, or I'd get squashed by her bony bum. 

But don't worry, friends, I'm still aware that at any moment Impending Doom could descend in the form of Cream o'Scouty Stew.  I am ever vigilant.  Except maybe for that one time last week when Mommy snuck in on me (while I was having a wonderful dream about shrimp) and petted me a half dozen times.

Dirty pool, Mommy.

Anyway, I wrote a poem about my fear.  Perhaps expressing it in verse will help dispel my trepidation.

ahem.

A paranoid kitty named Scout

viewed a bubbling cauldron with doubt

The Chef, grasping pincers

said "You must get in sir

Cat Stew ain't the same if without!"

There.  I feel better already.

Happy Monday!

XX  Scouty  XX

Thursday Thecond Thoughts

Kitties!

Scouty here, snuggling with Johnny on the couch.

I love my big brother, even though he humps me.  Or maybe because he humps me.  I'll never tell.

Anyway, the other night we were cozied up on Mommy's sherpa blankie when Daddy lumbered by.

Should I stay or should I go?

Daddy makes me nervous.  Mommy makes me nervous, too.

Actually, everybody makes me nervous, on account of I'd be so tasty stewed.  

Daddy looked a little peckish so I made my escape! 

Discretion is the greater part of valor, you know.

Happy Thursday!

XX  Scouty  XX

Saturday Stew-Pot

Kitties!

I need help!

Do Not believe what The Treat-Woman says! There IS such a thing as a Stew Pot for kitties. I know, because I read about it in this book, which is in Her bookcase:

You can get this book on Amazon--I checked!

Foudini is a very smart Cat, and his Mama taught him all about Humans and their evil intentions. I couldn't read any farther than that in the book...it's probably all recipies and such after the capture of Foudini. You know, Siamese Stew, Fried Felines, Oven-Roasted Ornj, Tuxie Tapas and the like.

You may have seen this photo earlier this week:

This is no joke! Treat-Woman has read this book several times and I bet she's got the ingredients all memorized and everything.

Lately She has been luring me closer to her with chicken jerky pieces. I'm ashamed to admit I've started taking it right out of the palm of her hand--and She tickles my chin. It's only a matter of time before She can grab me. And you know what happens after that!

But boy-O-boy is that jerky good.

Kitties, what should I do? Is getting touched really that nice? Is it worth a culinary demise? Inquiring minds need to know--I'm afraid of being served "as" (not "for") dinner!

I'll be hiding in apartment "A", awaiting your advice.

XX Scouty, potential appetizer

Monday ManCat Meeting

Felix: Order! Order!

Settle down, every cat. We have a lot of business to get through here today. Fist order of business: A BOOK REVIEW!

For the last few nights, Mommy has been tucking us into bed (after tuna juice & Mice Crispy Treats) and reading to us from Fin's book, Housecat Confidential.

Kitties, this book is great! It's got it all; love, heartbreak, advice & compassion. It even has pictures of Fin! We were on the edge of our pantaloons during some of Fin's VERY exciting adventures. We give the book 48 paws up and highly recommend you purchasing it and reading all about Fin for yourselves. You'll be happy you did!

OK, next order of business...JOHNSON! Wake up!

mmmmphhhh ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Alright! I'm awake...no need to poke me with your clawrs! Friends, look at the card we got Mommy! We had Daddy customize it a little, and then we all signed it. You should've seen us all at the card store, me-arguing over which card to spend our monies on.

Felix: Yup, Scout and KonaKitty were smart to opt out of the shopping trip and stay home. Scouty, you had something to add?

Well, I love my Mommy, but I still can't bring myself to let her pet me! I've started eating yummy nibbles out of her hand and sometimes she'll scritch my chin...I like it but I'm so scared she still might put me in the stew pot!

Felix: Scouty, you are absolutely, compltely out of your mind. There IS NO STEW POT! But speaking of crazy--Maui?

Oh boy is it may turn I was on the edge of my paws waiting for me to be up cuz I need to remind everybody to tell Mommy (I love my Mommy even tho she's been giving me pills to stop me from spraying but I have to spray cuz of the introoder kitty and...

Felix: MAUI!

Oh, sorry my train got derailed I'm supposed to say leave a comment if we haven't linked to you and you want to be on the blogroll cuz it's fun talking to everyone and...

Felix: Maui! Obviously the meds haven't kicked in yet. Who's next, CC?

I love being spanked.

Felix: That's it!?! Oh, good Cod! Well, Rupert, anything before we finish up here?

Well yes! Mommy is preparing a super-special post for Thursday...it's a secret but I can give out a hint...it involves heated sleeping boxes! Oops, that was sorta the whole secret, sorry Mommy.

Felix: With that, this Meeting is adjourned! ::bangs paw::