Bathus Interruptus

Kitties!

Felix here.

Mommy (that intrusive wench) started taking photos while I was grooming.

A behavior to which I took exception...

...thusly.

Happy Wednesday!

XX  Felix  XX

Scouty The Ripper

Kitties!  

Scouty here.

I'm waiting for Rupert to move his keister so's I can have some fun all by myself--he's kind of a buttinski, y'know?

Finally.

But DRAT, now Mommy is looking over here.

Evil wench.

I'll quick glace away (and pretend she's not there) and maybe she'll forget about me...

Well, that didn't work out so good:

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Maybe I should have let Rupert stick around!

Happy Monday!

XX  Shredding Scouty  XX

Close Encounters Of The Mommy Kind

Kitties!

Scouty here.

So, this happened:

Never a moment's peace, I tell ya.

Mommy is a menace.

Happy Friday!

XX  Scouty  XX

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".

Won't Look Wednesday

Kitties!

Bibby Bibberton here.

Mommy wanted a portrait photo of me. 

There was much wailing, and pleading, and gnashing of teeth...

...but *I* had other ideas.

Happy Wednesday!

XX  The Baby  XX

Tuftsday

Kitties!  

Sweet Pea here.

I was snoozing in the garden window, airing out my toe fluff, and--you guessed it--Mommy saw my cute hind kikker and squee'd like a little girl.

Then she got this bright idea: 

1.25 inches, or 3 cm.

Rest assured I didn't put up with her whimsical notions scientific inquiry for long and retracted my toesies tout suite before any actual footie fondling occured.  I have standards!

Happy Tufty Toesday!

XX  Sweet Pea  XX

pee ess:  Mommy was wearing a bicycle seat cover on her head in yesterday's post.  

She's crazypants.

Table Vulture

Kitties!

The Table Vulture here.

I often perch on the edge of the table and look down with scorn upon my lowly subjects--in this instance, Mommy.  Who is only *slightly* better than carrion in my books.

That terrible, heinous woman--she photographed me napping (strike one) with a litter speck on my snoot (strike two), and published it on the blog for the world to see (strike THREE)!  I told her henceforth the only shots allowed would be taken from a lowly, groveling point of view.

And that they had better showcase my pristine pink nose, or some Mommy is gonna get swooped by the dreaded Table Vulture when she least expects it!

Happy Monday!

XX  The Baby  XX

Monday Mystery

Kitties!  

Johnny here.

I'm taking a moment to ponder something Highly Weird. 

 Picture this: I was in the litter box, doing "stuff"--because Mommy had just scooped and we all know how irresistible clean sand is--and when I turned around to cover...well...my deposit was GONE!

Vanished.

Vamoosed.

Nothing to show for my efforts.

Nobody else around, just me, Mommy and her bucket, and a still-pristine box.  What happened?  Did I even pee?  Am I losing my mind?  Bladder control?

Kitties, I am completely flummoxed...any ideas?

Happy Monday!

Fragrant Friday

Kitties!

The Baby here.

Yesterday Mommy got a bug up her butt the urge to cook!  When the cool weather arrives she fires up every available burner and both ovens on at least one of her days off and cooks and bakes and sautes and simmers her fool head off.

So, after she concocted a  huge VAT of soup, baked bread, roasted squash and garlic bulbs, and made quiche the house was pretty fragrant.  Daddy called Mommy the Stinky French Chef.  (I'm fairly sure it was a compliment--ed.)

Needless to say some of the stink settled on my furs.

hmmmmmm...I actually don't taste bad at all; in fact Mommy's cooking tastes pretty darn good!

And I think I just found a chicken soup spot--must investigate...

*licketty lik lik lik*

Oh yeah.  Chicken for sure!

Happy Friday!

XX  Bathing Bibby  XX

Ignoring is Bliss

Kitties!

Scouty here.

Mommy is over there.  

(Where she belongs!)

I'm ignoring her.

Still ignoring her.

STILL ignoring her.

☟☟☟

☟☟

☟

ohholycrapshe'sreallygettingclose!!!!!!!

Damned woman.

Happy Humpday!

XX  Unstewed Scouty  XX

Sleep, Wonderful Sleep!

Kitties!

Scouty here...

...celebrating 'TOCKTOBER by showing this week (and all of you!) my Buns of Disrespect.

It's been a stressful week--Mommy has been on staycation and she rearranged the bedroom, necessitating endless hours minutes assessing the new sleeping Fang Shui.

Then she ran the ebil cat litter and fur leaf blower on the Catio and we were forced to flee indoors for our lives!

Rumor has it that today the dastardly Dyson will make an indoors appearance.

I am exhaustimicated.

*sigh*

Better nap while I can, right?

Happy Friday!

XX  Sleepy Scouty  XX