No Excuses, Mom!

Mom, der's more to bloggin den Wordless Wednesday. You is so far behind, we efun missed da deadline fur yur purrformance review! Sloppy, sloppy. Got anyfing to say fur yurself?

Exhibit A:

Dat's DAD. Him don't help us blog. An anywho, couldn't you guys haf left dat cold wet stuff OUTside?

Oh, but Victor, it's dry here and just LOOK at all the toys Mom pulled from inside the closet where the boots and snowpants hide! See the toys by my tail?

Wate, is dat my MOUSIFUR? ::play play play::

I'm going to get YOU, Victor! ::butt wiggle, butt wiggle... POUNCE::

::Leaps in the air:: I can chase you, too! ::run run run::

Oh, gotta run! Bye! ::run run run::

Wordless Oops! It's Thursday

Oh! Snow!
Originally uploaded by Bonnie and Victor Cats

Oh, it's Fursday? Ok.
1. Cold
2. White
3. Wet
4. Falling
5. Sticking
6. Slippery
7. Wet
8. Shiny
9. Flaky
10. Melting
11. Wet
12. Cold
13. Wet

Manlolcat Monday

LOL Victor
Originally uploaded by Bonnie and Victor Cats

We founded teh all-natrall Temptations! They's new at PetSmart. Sorry, Boni, but they's still got wheat.

Dey say if we get snow tonite, it'll brake teh seasonal record. I hope I don't get blamed.

No Mo Sno.
No Mo Sno.
No Mo Sno.
No Mo Sno.

kthxbye

One Word Wednesday: SNOW

Update: Dad threw alla the snow offa the driveway afore he lefted fur werk this mornin, an when he did it again tonite, it was 9 inches deep! Mom an the boy stayed home wif us.

Happy Fanksgivin, Efurryone!

We furry much hope you all haf a Happy Fanksgivin wif lotsa good food an happy times spent wif fambly. An if you live where they don't do Fanksgivin, you should get a speshul meal today anyway. Cuz we sed so.

Thanksgiving Glitter Graphics


Mom shoulda come home frum werk sooner last night... here's how the office looked when she lefted. It's fuzzy cuz she didn't use the flash an was shiverin. Silly bean.


Wif only three beans, we don't need a whole turkey. Dad couldn't find the turkey breast him wanted to make, so we's hafin hamm. Hear that, Miles? HAMM! Come on ofur, specially if you like hamm better than turkey.

On a sad note, one of our good Flickr Furiends, a meezer named Diana, wented to the bridge last week. She was 18 years old an once came on our blog for Meezer Monday. She had a long, happy life an gentle passing to the Bridge. Diana, we'll miss you.

Snowbound!

Ok, we was nefur snowbound an the power was only out fur 2 hours, but I fink Bonnie's still sufferin from post-dramatic stress disoder. She *really* gets upset bout the fountain. Like she can't survive wifout runnin water. I like it too, but if I's thirsty an the water's not moofin, sum of us can drink it wifout gettin it up our noses.

God-bless-you.

So here are the pictors Mom made while waitin fur sumone to pick her up. These are in color!

This is the crabapple by the puter room where I watch fur birds an squirrels. All that snow musta been heavy cuz the branches leaned way down.

So I was lookin fur birds in the ofur trees, but no luck. I's glad, fur once, that the windoze aren't open cuz it was a leetle cold an windy.

I asked Mom to fix the werld, but I guess she couldn't. While we waited fur her ride, we played an I raced around like crazy an kept her entertained. Silly Mom, goin out wif her hair wet. I coulda dried it fur her if she asked.

Here are sum more pictors of the snow frum our windoze. You can click on any of them to biggify in Flickr.



Brrr! No birds in our bird baf that day! I still fink Mom shuda just stayed home.

A Weather Poem from Mom

Snow.
Snow.
Shower... no power?!
Snow.
Wet hair.
Snow.
Snow.
No garage door opener... no light... no way to see or reach control.
Snow.
Snow.
Co-worker will chauffeur, but doesn't know right from left. (PhD)
Snow.
Snow.
There's the MG&E truck.
There's a city snow/salt truck.
Snow.
"Stop! You're here. I see you."
"That's your house? That's not how I remember it at all."
Snow.
Snow.
Work: power, light, heat, Internet, coffee, and plug for my hair dryer.

So, how's the weather there?

Victor: Bonnie, what happened?
Bonnie: You woke me up.
Victor: No, I mean, why's the howse so quiet?
Bonnie: It happens sometimes. Dark, too. Go to sleep.
Victor: But Bonnie, I's thirsty.
Bonnie: So?
Victor: I's thirsty, but the fountain is off.
Bonnie: WHAT?!?!?! This is an emergency! Race around like an idiot while I stare down the fountain.
Victor: Will that help? We can still drink the water.
Bonnie: Have you got any better ideas? I know! I'll sleep in the sink until someone turns the water on.
Victor: Nobody's home but us.
Bonnie: We're doomed!