The Planets Collide

Kitties!  

TJ here.

Me and Maui are the two biggest cats in the house these days* and when we sleep together our collective mass warps the fabric of space time bed and we gradually coalesce into one big hot furry suPURRnova.

Mommy likes to call us The Planets--we both have lots of pals circling us like little moons--and for some reason (which I'm sure you can imagine--ed.) she chose to nickname us after two of the gas giants in our solar system, Jupiter and Uranus.  *I* am Jupiter, thank Cod, because Mommy thinks it is the epitome of wit to spot Maui and crow "Here's Uranus!"  

In front of company, even.

Which is maybe why we're sleeping bum-to-bum here...hiding our black holes!

Happy Caturday!

XX  John and Maui  XX

 *Sylvester was the largest at nearly 20 pounds; Mommy called him "Neptune".

Wordy Wednesday

Maui and Johnny, after a vigorous bout of Man Cat 'Rassling.

So Mommy and Daddy are seriously weird. Unfortunately, we're the ones who suffer from their weirdness the most. For example:

Tiny Johnson is HUGE. But that's only a tiny weird to start. Johnny is followed around a lot by the twins, Scouty & CC. (You'll meet them soon.) So John got called a "planet" and the twins his "sattelites". Pretty normal, huh? Since John is so big, he's also nicknamed "Jupiter", the largest planet in our solar system.

Along comes Maui, who is no small dude, either. Maui and John rassle some, and Mommy's a geek as well as weird so she calls the big boys' rasslin' the "Clash if the Titans". Now Maui needs a planet or god nickname since he's a "Titan". Neptune is out--no water associations, please! Saturn, not a contender. Which leaves only ONE big planet left, you guessed it...URANUS! Say it out loud and see if you can resist a little giggle.

Overheard:

Daddy, looking for Maui: " Have you seen Uranus?"

Mommy: hahahahahahaha!

Daddy, loudly calling: "Where's Uranus?"

Mommy: hahahastop I'm dying here hahahahaha!

This, and other horrible things, happens more than we care to think about. Maui, thank Cod, is too spastic to notice the slur on his furry self but the rest of us just cringe. Friends, how do you cope with parental weirdness?