video content may be unsuitable for young or more sensitive kittehs
(or folks otherwise kind to pineapples)
Kitties!
The Mommy here, reporting.
The following footage reveals a shocking event in the Kitchen of the Katnip Lounge--a toothy attack upon an innocent pineapple--purrpetrated by a spine-thirsty Sweet Pea!
Turn up the sound and you'll hear the savage beast purring away as she *bitey bite bite bites* the greenery--nothing like enjoying the job at hand!
A subsequent interview with the Purrpetrator revealed she experienced no remorse whatsoever for the vishus assault; in fact, Miss Pea denied all knowledge of the event with this pineapple (or indeed any of the long succession of similarly gnawed bromeliads, celery leaves, basil plants, corn husks, and strawberry tops), claiming that the video was a part of a giant "fake news" conspiracy and that she was completely innocent.
This reporter begs to differ...but is willing to bow to the court of popular opinion.
Oh myCod, you will not belive what happened this week...Daddy let me help direct him, rearranging stuff in the garage!
I was out there forever, organizing and making suggestions. Of course nobody is better than a Feline at packing things in tight spaces so my help was invaluble.
Last week I posted about hearing a woofiein the back yard behind ours, and you all had lots and lots of questions...well, I've got the 411!
But first, a selfie I took while I was conducting impawtant research into this disturbing situation:
Anyhoo, the woofie is a Doberman named Nigel, and he is two years old. His owner (Dogs have owners? Cats have staff!) is a nice lady who has owned the house for years but has never actually lived there. It may be a temporary arrangement (personal issues) or it may be a permanent move, although for us it doesn't seem like it's going to matter. Nigel never barks and our wall is too high for him to leap over and devour us, thank Cod. We only know if he's outside when we hear his tags jingle on his collar while he's snuffling around in his own yard. Mommy (that horrible woman) has petted Nigel and found him to be a "really nice boy". She will try to get a photo of him...it remains to be seen if we'll let her post it on our blog though, she was covered in woofie-cooties after she scritched Nigel and has yet to be forgiven.
Mommy was working on a crochet project--she's making a new poncho for Autumn--and she set it down to go get a measuring tape. Upon her return she saw this:
~Extreme Coziness~
Of course she was too nice well trained to disturb me...and later, Sweet Pea tagged in to continue the Occupation.
So much for crafting, Mommy--and don't forget to take a jacket when you go to work!
Daddy displayed mad grooming skillz with the Furminator Sunday morning. Many, many, kittehs fell victim to his efforts and were combed within an inch of their lives before he ran the vacuum cleaner...something about double handling which we fail to understand...you should have seen the pile that came off of Salem! A whole 'nother cat.
I'm sharing this Sunday Selfie with my Special Best Friend, Watering Can.
Mr. Can lives on the upper level of the garden window (when he's not busy watering) and he makes a fabulous pillow for my head. The peeps laugh, but Mr. Can is amazingly comfortable, and we snuggle daily while I bask in the sun.
We Whitesters have been squabbling having issues with residency when there was only one box on the dining table Cat Condo area--then Daddy stepped in--is he great or what?
"Why is that" you ask--and not "why is she a moron" but "why now"?
Because she forgot to post our International Box Day photo, the one in which I demonstrate Extreme Derring-Do by purrforming the rarely seen (but highly coveted) Box-Within-a-Box maneuver, to wit:
Kitties, have you ever seen such an example of Expert Nesting?
This is not something one should attempt on their first Boxing--it took me years of practice and training to achieve this Pinnacle of Packaging--and some moron Mommy forgot to post it on the assigned day!
So we're using it for our Sunday Selfie...like that's supposed to appease me.
