Tagged Tabby Tuesday

Our furiends at Da Crew tagged us fur a fun foto game. The destructions say:

Open your first photo folder.
Scroll down to the 10th photo.
Post that photo and tell the story behind it.
Tag 5 more bloggers.

Now, I's on da wrong puter, so da firstest pictor I finded was of Mom's day huntin place. BOR-RING! So I looked in da cat pictor folder an den da firstest foto folder, but it only had 7 pictors. So I went to da 2nd folder an it gots JUST 10 pictors.

Are you ready?

Are you shure yur ready?

Okay!

Is it mancatly to nap on funny bird sheets wif my boybean? Hey, he's lots bigger than that now! How'd dat happen? Oh, da borked blinds is HIS fault, not mine or Bonnie's, but it is conveenent fur lookin outside.

Now I gots to tag 5 furiends.

• Monty Q
• Darlin Millie
• Titus, Tazo & Earl Grey
• Eric an Flynn
• Cory Cat

Frantic by Friday

I is so fed up wif Mom! She's nefur here to help us blog no more! Yesturday, I efun tried bloggin wif da boy.

See, I jumped onto him's desk an made him's game go small. Den I opened da web browser an started typin in Google. I was tryin to get to our bloggie, but mine paws don't type so good lookin at da keyboard upside down. Da boy was laffin an laffin, what was also distractin.

What is we gonna do? We gotta get round to bisit our furiends! We gotta post on our bloggie or you'll furget bout us! I's gotta on-line social life to keep up!

Well, I's tryin to take fings into mine own paws. Let's see... moof da mouse here. Type there. Click da ofur fing...

O look, a birdie!

Photo Hunters: Scary

Our boy was all dressed up the other day, looking SCARY, so Victor explained that he does this every year! See:
2008: Grim Reaper


2007: Software Pirate


I don't know which is scarier... maybe the Software Pirate - He's SCARY!


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Photo Hunters: 13

O, dat's easy. Dis is our boy (an Bonnie). Him is 13 years old an her is 11 years old.

Yeah! We hit 50,000 visitors today! Fanks so much!!!

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Catloaf and Legos

Catloaf and Legos
Originally uploaded by Bonnie and Victor Cats

Victor wanted to call this widebody Wednesday, but I whapped him. See what a purrfect catloaf I am? See how I guard the boy's Legos? Where are my paws? Muwahahaha.

Easy Like Sunday Morning

Bonnie and her Boy 1
Originally uploaded by Bonnie and Victor Cats

I granted my boy the privilege of my presence in his lap.

Of course, if he dares touch me, I growl.

I wasn't snuggling, I was... using him for warmth. I mean, he stole MY blanket, right?

Tuesday Tails: Two Spoons

We are thrilled to pieces to hear that Mao and Annie are both home AND after two worrisome blood tests for Latte, the third came back normal. Behold the power of purrs.

This is a story about my beans raising my boy. Scruffy was Snoopervisor at the time and apparently agreed to this routine.

When the boy was learning to eat with a spoon, he insisted on feeding himself, even though all the food fell off on that l-o-n-g journey from plate to open mouth. He'd get bored and stop eating but be hungry again in no time. So we always used 2 spoons - one for him to practice with, and one we could use to shovel food into his gaping maw! He'd get frustrated, drop his spoon, and grab ours because obviously HIS had a hole and OURS worked better! So we'd trade spoons with him and happily get through dinner.

Beans. Is. Weird.

We owe you all posts for some awards we've received and the 7 things meme, but the beans haven't been exactly helpful. See above. ~ Bonnie

Proper Grooming

Keeping your bean well-groomed is furry impawtant.


We hope efurryone had a wonnerful Fanksgivin an if you live where you don't haf Fanksgivin, we hope you gotted a speshul meal anyway. Cuz we bloggin kitties haf lots to be fankful for. Purrs!


Charcoalie wants to show Miles the ham...


Remember to give yur fanks to the hosts of these weekend cat activities:
Weekend Cat Blogging - Thanksgiving Edition: House of the (Mostly) Black Cats
Bad Kitty Cats Festival of Chaos is at Mind of Mog
The Carnival of the Cats is going to Wonkitties Sunday Evening

Double-Dare

We missed the first IDYA from Karl and Anastasia at The Cat Realm. I'm just not eager to wear hair that isn't my own.
IDYA #2 was to find a NOMSS friend... If it's not too late, we found one! I'm one of Chase's Charmers, so we talked about becoming friends with his REALLY big sister, Snap the horse! As suburban cats, we've never met a horse before, but my mother was a barn cat.


We exchanged email with Snap, so here's her introduction in her words.
Straight from the horse's mouth!
Groan!

Hello felines, I hope that you smell nice because I really like to snuzzle the barn cats. It's kind of fun to make them walk away while I blow on them, I think they smell interesting. Lets see... I am a 6 year old mare (girl) and I am a chestnut (red head) Thoroughbred. I have a white star and stripe on my face but other than that I'm all one color, I'm a darker "liver" color.
I used to be a racehorse but I hated that. People wanted me to work too hard for too long and I liked to give a burst of speed but not keep it up. I am the "Boss Mare" of my field which means I'm in charge of the rest of my 15 fieldmates. They look to me for guidance and I tell them when to kiss-off. I put my ears back to warn horses and people to back off. My name is Make it Snappy (Snap for short) and my racing name was KTM Sparkler. I snap at the air when I'm mad. I clack my teeth together and pin my ears and make nasty faces when I don't like something. Oh, and I swish my tail. I think Bonnie and I have a lot in common. I don't like to be touched unless its on my face and then I love hugs and pets.
I LOVE FOOD. Any kind of food. I like carrots, apples, coffee, candy, watermelon, cereal, you name it - I eat it. I like when the Woman rides me because she's smart and knows that you can't make me do something, it has to be my idea. If I'm in pain, I'll tell you all about it and refuse to put one hoof forward. I'm very reliable and dependable though, I would never hurt my rider and I feel the need to take care of my rider and any other horses around me. I think I'd be a good mother. I'm also a terrible flirt. When I come into heat (they don't fix girl horses, just boys) I make it quite known that I'm very interested in ANY thing/one/object that might... ahem... satisfy me.
So that's me. Now leave me alone and let me eat my grass. Unless you have a treat, then I'll look the most innocent sweet angel and do whatever you want. :) Treat???? Please????

- Snap

Sounds like she knows her mind! I admire that in a female friend.

And she likes treats! ::spin:: I unnerstand that! So Snap is our furry BIG NOMSS friend. Our mom loves horses an rided them fur 4 years, but never owned one. She says it takes lotsa green papers.

I'll bet horses don't get wrapped in blankets and stuffed into PTUs to see the vet!

Now we have Anastasia's last dare. Poor Anastasia! This challenge should appeal to me in particular, as it involves an element of... revenge. So many cats have been forced to appear on their blogs dressed in uncomfortable and silly outfits! Some cats enjoy dressing up; that's fine, but for those of us who do NOT like it, this is a chance to get even.

We asked Mom an Dad if they'd dress up, but they didn't wanna. The boy, howefur, was quite happy to pose in hims howloween costume! We present Our Boy as... A Software Pirate!


Very scary. See the pens in his geeky pocket? And he's offering fake OEM copies of popular software titles. Weird. So, that's our IDYA#3 entry.
I wonner if he knows DP Blogger?

Photo Hunters: Music

Photo Hunters

Young Musician
Originally uploaded by Bonnie & Victor Cats

This is our boy wif his funny music-maker. Him is 12 an happy cuz he's just played a concert fur alla parents. Mom says he looks like a typical tweenage boy.

(you can still go down an see the bideos frum Friday! They's in two posts)

Wordless Week (Updated: Scroll Down)

Mom sented us sum pictors... anyone know where my beans are?
Yup, sum furry smart puddins guessed rite: Dee-troyt, Michigan. Finny an Buddy got that part.


An Derby efun got the bilding, the GM Renaissance Center. It's furry big.
I sure hope my boy don't get wet in that fountain!


UPDATE:
This is Bonnie. While the guesses have been very good, I feel that Victor has not provided pictures that adequately hint at the beans' location. Yes, it's a big city with glass and fountains. Yes, they are there for something model train related. It's not Glasgow, Arizona, or Texas, but they are near a US border. I believe the following pictures can help.


This is the Detroit River, looking east toward Belle Isle. Right bank is Windsor, Canada. This is the view from their room on the 41st floor. Nice and high.
This is the GM Wintergarden and in the distance is Canada. (Note to blogging cats: free wi-fi here)

The Ambassador Bridge between Detroit and Windsor. Taken from a floating monster called the Diamond Jack, which carried my woman and boy one day.

Just to confuse you, this is the Times Square stop on the Detroit People Mover (a "train").

Keep guessing, my dears! The beans will move on this weekend; my boy will go West and my man and that woman will go East. You are such SMART cats! No surprise there, but we had some great guesses.

My man and woman are traveling on to Boston this weekend. It's their blogiversary or anniversary or something. Meanwhile, the boy will go to El Lay to torment his grandparent beans. Yes, friends, Victor and I have the house to ourselves for another week. A man I tolerate feeds us (Victor's falling in love with him). If he does his job properly, I'll let him keep all his fingers. Of course, I'm working on a fine hairball for my man when he returns.

Easy Like Sunday Morning

Like I said, what this blog needs is more pictures of ME.
My table.


My tower.


My bed, pillow, mousie.


My boy.



My tormentor.

Purrs and nosekisses to my darling tabby mancats, Bombay and Chase. Rowr.

Tabby Tummy Toddler Train Tuesday!

Do you recognize Bonnie in this pictor? This was ~Sept 1, 1997 cuz my Dad's dad tooked this pictor an Mom amembers Princess Di died while they were bisiting. An that's my boy, but he was a lot littler then. Mom says he was two an a half! Bonnie was 6 months old an just hads her ladygardenectomy an front declawing like a week afore.

Don't tell Bonnie I posted this pictor! She doesn't like to show her shaved tummy.