Bonnie, A Kitty Cat

Bonnie, A Kitty Cat, a photo by Tabbymom Jen on Flickr.

Bonnie Underfoot would have been 15 years old today. Fanks fur the memories, sweetie. You'll always be our Attack Tabby. <3~ <3~ >^..^<

Hellllooooooo Out There!

Victor here. 

We has held a Convenshun of Annoyed Tabbys (CAT) an insisted on a new post. We also asked fur a new pictor at the top of the page... the old pictor was actually flipped ofur so you was all seein us in the mirror. Or sumfing like that. Anyway, dis new pictor is more recent an not flipped, so Nina's split-color nose has the colors on the right sides! 

BUT... now our blog title is hidin behind our pictor. Mom said she'd fix it, but ran outa fixin it ideas. We made her stop afore she brakes our bloggie completely.

Dad's been home lots more for awhile now, an then Mom got "laid off" at werk, so it's been up to us to "lay on" her at home. Sumtimes, she gets on the phone wif people an sounds nervous, talkin bout what her is good at. Sumtimes, she gets up early, dresses up an goes out fur a few hours, then comes back excited an tired. We suspect she's tryin to find new werk, but since we want her home, we's arranged for her dress up clothes to haf cat hair droppin off during interviews. I mean, if they don't like cats, why'd she wanna werk there?

Mom's also up to somethin else. She goes out in comfy clothes for awhile and comes back smellin of other kittehs! At first, I was jealous - some ofur kitteh might try to dopt our mom away frum us - but now I's just curious. No new kittehs has comed into our house and the kittehs aren't markin Mom as "theirs", but I gotta sniff her REAL good when she comes home. She says she's helpin kittehs find their furever homes, but if she brings one here, I wanna know about it! This is MY mom we's talkin about, and I won't share her wif just anyone!

Oh, it's me, Nina? 

I understand how busy Mom and Dad can be, but it would be nice to talk to our friends more. I know I look crabby in the new picture up there at the top of our blog, but I wasn't. I just flinch a little because that flash can be so bright! Also, Victor was in my favorite basket, crowding my space. I mean, I like Victor a lot, but when he gets close enough, he usually nibbles and bites me!

I love having Mom and Dad home! I can wander up and purr at them any time I want more skritches and they watch me and Victor wrestle and play. I hop into their laps for petting, but I can't settle there for more than a few seconds. Some of Mom's dress up clothes have danglies that I'm not supposed to play with, so I've been exploring new places, like the top of her dresser, looking for more toys. Exploring is fun when I know Mom and Dad are around to protect me.

I've smelled other cats on Mom's clothes and hands, too. Mostly, I don't mind, but one time, I looked all around for the new cat! I poofed my fur so if I found that new cat, it would think I'm big. But there's no new cat, just me and Victor. I think Mom's helping shelter cats find new homes, and that's good. Victor and I were shelter cats.

All in all, we are happy and healthy, finding the warmest sleeping places and keeping our human "beans" in line. Now, I'm going hunting for the red light bug. Bye!

Wyoming is Weird.

Hi, amember us??? Victor an Nina? Yur long losted furiends?

Our beans is goned on some travels again, but there are nice people coming to feed us. They gimme treats an clean the litter boxes an stuff. Nina stays hidden but I'm the big brave mancat an I's not ascared!

So anywho, Mom sended us some pictors from one stop on their trip. Douglas, Wyoming is a furry strange place, I think so! Rabbits wif antlers (I won't say horny bunnies)... cats in cars... I fink they need to come home now afore this goes to their heads.

Mom says this morning, she caught a bird. Sort of. A flock of little birdies flew in front of the car an one gotted itself hit. She didn't save us any fev-vers, though. ::sigh::

Could you vote on this version of the McKitty we made fur I Can Has Cheezburger, pleez? ::spin:: Pretty pleez? ::spin:: thx!

PS Kimo, come home NOW.