Da nice girl frum acrost da street cleaned up the howse trashin reel good - Mom don't suspect a fing! But... are you shure we gotted alla shrews frum unner the stove? O well, I gots lotsa snugglin to do! purr purr purr purr purr purr purr purr
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Showing posts with label vacation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vacation. Show all posts
Monday, July 21, 2008
Tabby Tuesday
Da nice girl frum acrost da street cleaned up the howse trashin reel good - Mom don't suspect a fing! But... are you shure we gotted alla shrews frum unner the stove? O well, I gots lotsa snugglin to do! purr purr purr purr purr purr purr purr
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Werdless Whensday
... or maybe it's wheresday! My beans is goned an da nice girl comes by to feed me, but she's not MY bean an she's defnitly not MOM.
I's been watchin Mom's flickr activity an found these pictors. Ya fink Mom would mind if suma yous came by fur sum house trashin? Nyahhhhh.
Mmmm.
What kinda snack is dat???
Dis is more like it!
Um... if dat's a bridge, it don't go nowhere.
Since Grr, Midnight, Cocoa, Rascal & Riley lif near my gram-beans, I asked Cocoa to check an see if Mom an Dad an my boy are wif them. Sure nuf, Cocoa found them there an gave them sum proper feline snoopervision. Mom spotted him, tho. Hope he don't get in trubble fur wanderin that far!
::sigh:: I's gettin bored astarin out the windoze an not hafin Mom to snuggle at nite. Yeah, I fink a little house trashin mite be called fur. Purrs!
I's been watchin Mom's flickr activity an found these pictors. Ya fink Mom would mind if suma yous came by fur sum house trashin? Nyahhhhh.
Mmmm.
What kinda snack is dat???
Dis is more like it!
Um... if dat's a bridge, it don't go nowhere.
Since Grr, Midnight, Cocoa, Rascal & Riley lif near my gram-beans, I asked Cocoa to check an see if Mom an Dad an my boy are wif them. Sure nuf, Cocoa found them there an gave them sum proper feline snoopervision. Mom spotted him, tho. Hope he don't get in trubble fur wanderin that far!
::sigh:: I's gettin bored astarin out the windoze an not hafin Mom to snuggle at nite. Yeah, I fink a little house trashin mite be called fur. Purrs!
Monday, August 13, 2007
Tabby Tuesday: Girlgoyle
This is MY box. Mine... understand?
Charcoalie here... Stories from the vacation weeks! The pet sitter got along with us ok. At first, Bonnie greeted him at the door or top of the stairs, growling, but later on, she stayed on the cat towers and just glared at him. Victor was a bit shy but eventually his need for belly rubs took over. The sitter provided plenty of treats along with the necessary care.
There was mischief, of course. One day, Bonnie was sitting right on top of a place mat... in the middle of the table... like a queen on her throne. The sitter guessed (correctly) that only I am allowed on the table, as I don't shed on or eat the bean dinner!
Victor's mischief was more playful... he found a bag of trash Mom thought she took out, tore it open and spread tissue all over the top of the stairs and down the hall. It just happened to be the day the sitter was late. Served him right!
When the beans returned last week, Mom came in first. Victor treated her like she'd been gone all day, not two weeks. Then she followed Victor upstairs. Bonnie was waiting at the top of the stairs and hissed at Victor, then growled at Mom. Well, Mom headed for the treat cupboard, but while Victor did his spins and meowed, Bonnie continued to growl. Then Dad walked in and called to Bonnie. Her tail shot up and she mewed and trotted happily up to him. She's completely devoted to him and ONLY him!
Charcoalie here... Stories from the vacation weeks! The pet sitter got along with us ok. At first, Bonnie greeted him at the door or top of the stairs, growling, but later on, she stayed on the cat towers and just glared at him. Victor was a bit shy but eventually his need for belly rubs took over. The sitter provided plenty of treats along with the necessary care.
There was mischief, of course. One day, Bonnie was sitting right on top of a place mat... in the middle of the table... like a queen on her throne. The sitter guessed (correctly) that only I am allowed on the table, as I don't shed on or eat the bean dinner!
Victor's mischief was more playful... he found a bag of trash Mom thought she took out, tore it open and spread tissue all over the top of the stairs and down the hall. It just happened to be the day the sitter was late. Served him right!
When the beans returned last week, Mom came in first. Victor treated her like she'd been gone all day, not two weeks. Then she followed Victor upstairs. Bonnie was waiting at the top of the stairs and hissed at Victor, then growled at Mom. Well, Mom headed for the treat cupboard, but while Victor did his spins and meowed, Bonnie continued to growl. Then Dad walked in and called to Bonnie. Her tail shot up and she mewed and trotted happily up to him. She's completely devoted to him and ONLY him!
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