Crouching Floorca, Hidden Felines

Kitties!

Mommy got a coupon for the local home improvement store and decided we needed she wanted some new things; to wit: a clean un-barfed-upon area rug and new cat-warmer (table lamp).  Pals, we she scored--both items for only a hundred bucks--and the old be-barfed blue rug is outside on the Catio now, available for warmer winter lounging.

Later in the evening we gave the new items a test run.

Now, here's the fun part...can you spot all six of us in this picture?  There's Miss Pea, The Baby, Maui, Tiny Johnson, May Ling, and Salem.

We'll give you a hint to get started: 

Here's Salem!

Happy Friday!

XX  Happy Kats  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

Miffed Mancat Monday

Kitties!

Rupert here.

At the vet.

*sigh*

So, at the beginning of last week I became an extremely Vigorous Digger in the box, and I also started announcing my intentions with a spirited song whenever I felt "the urge" to conduct a little business, a new development.

Kitties, let me tell you that this was a Very Bad Idea, because Mommy got suspicious and started following me around the house, monitoring my rear-ward boxal output--which, as it turns out, was watery, extra extra pungent (according to Mommy, "eye-watering" how insulting is that?) and frequent.

Naturally, I got hauled off to the vet, where my dignity was violated, my innards irradiated and worst of all, I had to pee in a cup!  Well not really, but I did have my pee stolen after I left it in the box.  And no humiliation is complete without documentation, right?

or click HERE

Well.

I got the last laugh, because according to the vet I am fine; no obstructions, or stopped up pooper, or infected anal glands, and my pee is perfect!  And a few days later I'm back to producing championship-quality deposits.  (and a $380 vet bill, YIKES!--ed)  However, the next time I eat something sketchy--like CC's barf warm dinner--and I get an upset tummy I don't think I'll advertise the fact with a jaunty song!  That Mommy is just too darn nosy.


Happy Monday!

XX  Poopert  XX

We Interrupt our Normal Programming

Friends and Kitties--

Mr. Crazypants and I have been praying to the porcelain gods the past day and a half...where in the world we picked this scourge up is beyond me as we're both the "wash your hands and avoid small children at all costs" type.

The upside is that we'll be runway ready in about...oh...another two hours, provided you strap me to a gurney and gently roll my skinny wizened carcass down the catwalk.

The cats are in heaven.  Two beds occupied continuously with extra-hot sweaty humans, too weak to move.

I just ate a banana.

Wish me luck...

XX  The Puking Princess, Sheeb  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