Madhouse Monday

Ayla, Skeeter and LC decided to organize a house-trashin' party on Sunday (all right, it was mostly Ayla, but darn if she isn't great at trashing a house)!

Also, please make sure to keep Skeeter in your Purrayers, he's not feeling well and he gets more test results back from the V-E-T today.

Here's all the crazy stuff that went on (sorry no pictures this time!):

The Criz Cats all came over, they played "catch a real mouse, hide it and see who can find it first" - but we know one has found it yet (hee hee)

Zippy, Sadie and Speedy brought extra nip for added fun and Speedy worked on a couple of hairballs for extra mess.

Tybalt, Holly and Ivy brought over some niptinis to help relieve the stress.

Katie & Da Katz brought over extra furniture to shred and jump on (they're moving!)

Karl & Ruis searched for lizards and Karl dug some holes in floor. Ruis was sure there were 3 mice in the other room and accidentally trashed the whole room to try to catch them....

Super special thanks to Karen Jo who helped all us kitties out by opening any closed doors to make sure the whole house was available.

The Meaowy Troops came over to help!

The Taylor CatSSSSS were in rare form, Sassy took care of all the lamps and Sam yacked up a hairball or two, Seaborne, Spats & Summer left furr and destruction in their wake and then got started on a great round of THoE?????

Every furry kid over at Jan's Funny Farm stopped by to help out!

Mr. Hendrix and Bendrix spread all the dirt from the house plants around and then got started on shredding the curtains.

Tenny was feeling better and got started shredding all the TP in the bathrooms!

Mr. Echo did a bit of redecorating - knocking a pile of papers onto the floor to dive into and slide around.

The Meezers went all out, Sammy whaped some picture frames onto the rug, while Miles tossed some pillows around the bed and Billy ran around pulling all the towels off the towel racks.

Goldie brought three birds and two mice for a corpse flinging contest. Not sure who won that one!

Fat Eric did more than his fair share, coughing up a nice big hairball on the rug, sharpening his claws on the wooden chair and leaving ginger floof in his wake.

Samantha & Tigger brought lots of Florida lizards! And their duck furiends, Mo & Jo, were are very, very, very messy!!

And of course the hosts did the most damage, here's what Skeeter, LC and Ayla did:
Skeeter: I likes to do stuff what smells. So I peed in a closet corner, stuffed a dead mousie inna boot, an farted all aroun as much as possible. An a few of those raw shrimp I found at Gree & Othello's weddin got mysteriously stuffed unner the fridgerator!

LC: I love ta spread stuff aroun. So that pile of bills onna table are now hidden unner beds and stuff. I dragged all the pens I could find unner chairs, an iffen ya hear a strange noise when the Beins turn on the garbage shredder, don't be surprised!

Ayla: Heh, heh, heh. I LOVE destroyin. The Big Thing has started callin me "Shiva". I got up onna curtains an ripped out the threads. I got into the bookshelfs and pushed a few behind the ofers so they will never be found. Then I chewed on the corners of the dictionary pages an ate a few werds they are sure to look up someday.

After that, I collected a bunch of dust bunnies an stuffed em inta the pillowcases ta promote sneezin, got Karen Jo to reverse the direction of the TP rolls (thanks Karen). Beins hate that. I also got her ta help me exchange the contents of the sugar an salt containers!

Skeeter again: While Ayla was doin all that, I took the time to open all the CDs and DVDs and change the disks around inta the wrong cases. An a spilled some sugar onna kitchen floor ta attract antsies.

They had to leave for a bit (there was a thunderstorm at thier house, but here's what they did when they got back:

Skeeter: I marked a coupla cutain bottoms, and left a hairball behin the bottom shelf of books...

LC: I ripped off the address labels ta some magazines. I'll sell them on ebay! An I marked the magazines too.

Ayla: "Marking territory", how crude and unclever... I traded the medicine cabinet asperin fer the sleepy pills, squeezed ex-lax inta the toofpaste, an I opened a hole inna attic so bats can move in! MOL! It took 6 kitties ta manage that, but it was worth it.

We also noticed that Karen Jo switched the salted butter fer the unsalted kind. We're not sure what that does, but she seemed real pleased, so it mus be a good trick.

LC: I replaced all their roasted nuts wif unsalted ones. Ayla and Skeeter tole me that was REAL lame, so I added hot sauce. Lots of hot sauce. They liked that idee better, so I added "chilly powder" too.

Ayla: I found a bag of round dry beans, so I scattered them on the stairs.

The biggest deal for our second visit was that we dragged The Big Thing along fer a few minutes. He was stunned at the trashin. But we asked him ta thing of somethin.

Ya wont belief what he did. he went ta the "thermostatie thing" an reversed the wires! When the Beins set the cool lower, it will rise!

Oh Bastet! That is so cool (or warm) we're not sure. Whatefer! LOLOL!

An as we left, we turned their front door mat upside down AND backwards! MOL!



Well done again all you kitties, puppies and Karen Jo - thank you again. Hopefully this time they will really get it!

Family Friday

Here's our whole family - boy do we miss having everyone together!

Create your own family sticker graphic at pYzam.com

But the good news is that Mommy and Daddy should be home tonight!

Wordy Wednesday

Mommy's Friend sent this to her the other day, and we though we'd share it with all of you.

A PET'S TEN COMMANDMENTS


1. My life is likely to last 10-15 years. Any separation from you is likely to be painful.


2. Give me time to understand what you want of me.


3. Place your trust in me. It is crucial for my well-being.


4. Don't be angry with me for long and don't lock me up as punishment. You have your work, your friends, your entertainments, but I have only you.


5. Talk to me. Even if I don't understand your words, I do understand your voice when speaking to me.


6. Be aware that however you treat me, I will never forget it.


7. Before you hit me, before you strike me, remember that I could hurt you, and yet, I choose not to bite you.


8. Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I'm not getting the right food, I have been in the sun too long, or my heart might be getting old or weak.


9. Please take care of me when I grow old. You too, will grow old.


10. On the ultimate difficult journey, go with me please. Never say you can't bear to watch. Don't make me face this alone. Everything is easier for me if you are there, because I love you so.

Take a moment today to thank God for your pets. Enjoy and take good care of them. Life would be a much duller, less joyful experience without God's critters~
Now please pass this on to other pet owners. We do not have to wait for Heaven, to be surrounded by hope, love, and joyfulness. It is here on earth and has four legs!

ManCat Rule Monday

If you are going to lay in the hall -



You should take up as much of the hall as possible!

- Jake

Finally Friday #6

Happy Birthday to my Darling ManCat Dante!
Isn't he a handsome three year old hunk of Ginger Love? I'm so excited for his big day! Everyone here, including George, is excited for Dante's super Pirate Birthday Party! So let's all go on over there...

no don't read any more here...

it's just bad news...

alright, we warned you...

We just found out that Mommy and Daddy are leaving us - again! And this time they aren't even coming home to see us and feed us during the day - they are just leaving. They're going to send those teen beans to feed us and check on us twice a day, but it's just not the same.

They are picking our Grandma up at the airport and then they are going to drive to Pennsylvania on a road trip to see all the cool historical sites. They are pretty excited, we are not.

There is a little bit of good news, George is going to the kennel while they are gone - so we'll get a little kitty only time. And when Mommy and Daddy get back they'll have our Grandma with them (and she always brings us treats!) - not to mention that it's a whole 'nother person to sleep on at night.

We're going to try the auto posting from blogger - so hopefully you'll still be able to hang out here, but we probably won't be around to comment much. So we'll see you all when they get back and we get our typist back!

Any kitty that would like to come on over and play while they are gone is more than welcome!

- Pearl

Practical Thursday Part Eight

Happy Thursday! It's time for yet installment of "Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats" - this week it one of Mommy's favorites, we're sure you'll all be singing this all day. Enjoy!

MR. MISTOFFELEES
You ought to know Mr. Mistoffelees!
The Original Conjuring Cat-
(There can be no doubt about that).
Please listen to me and don't scoff. All his
Inventions are off his own bat.
There's no such Cat in the metropolis;
He holds all the patent monopolies
For performing surprising illusions
And creating eccentric confusions.
    At prestidigitation
        And at legerdemain
    He'll defy examination
        And deceive you again.
The greatest magicians have something to learn
From Mr. Mistoffelees' Conjuring Turn.
Presto!
    Away we go!
        And we all say: OH!
            Well I never!
            Was there ever
            A Cat so clever
                As Magical Mr. Mistoffelees!

He is quiet and small, he is black
From his ears to the tip of his tail;
He can creep through the tiniest crack
He can walk on the narrowest rail.
He can pick any card from a pack,
He is equally cunning with dice;
He is always deceiving you into believing
That he's only hunting for mice.
    He can play any trick with a cork
        Or a spoon and a bit of fish-paste;
    if you look for a knife or a fork
        And you think it is merely misplaced-
You have seen it one moment, and then it is gawn!
But you'll find it next week lying out on the lawn.
        And we all say: OH!
            Well I never!
            Was there ever
            A Cat so clever
                As Magical Mr. Mistoffelees!

His manner is vague and aloof;
You would think there was nobody shyer-
But his voice has been heard on the roof
When he was curled up by the fire.
And he's sometimes been heard by the fire
When he was about on the roof-
(at least we all heard somebody who purred)
Which is incontestable proof
    Of his singular magical powers:
        And I have known the family to call
    Him in from the garden for hours,
        While he was asleep in the hall.
And not long ago this phenomenal Cat
Produced seven kittens right out of a hat!
        And we all say: OH!
            Well I never!
            Was there ever
            A Cat so clever
                As Magical Mr. Mistoffelees!

One Word Wednesday

V-E-T!

(hee hee at least George had to go with me!)

Oh, one more word - dang!

-Bert

P.S. It was just our annual check up and we're both fit and fine!

Tickled Tuxie Tuesday

Oh I got a surprise in the mail! I was soo excited to see a package in the mail for me on Friday. Of course, Mommy didn't help me open it all weekend, so we just got to it. But it was worth the wait!

It's a super-duper cool present from Sly - for guessing when his 100th post would be. There's a cat dancer, and some pit'r pat treats (my favorite!) and some mousies along with a cool pink heart thing (I think it might have nip - it sure smells good, what ever it is!).


Thanks, sooooo much Sly it's a great present!

-Bert

In Memorial Monday

Our Friend Kali went to the bridge on Saturday. She was a serious Tough A** Tortie, even showing her tortitude till the very end. Please make sure to send your purrs and hugs to Mom Lynn and all her family.

They will not go quietly,
the Cats who've shared our lives.
In subtle ways they let us know
their spirit still survives.

Old habits still make us think
we hear a scratch at the door.
Or step back when we drop
a tasty morsel on the floor.

Our feet still go around the place
the food dish used to be,
And, sometimes, coming home at night,
we miss them terribly.

And although time may bring new friends
and a new food dish to fill,
That one place in our hearts
belongs to them ...
and always will.

- Pearl, Bert and Jake

Furry Fighter Friday

We can't believe that we are having to say goodbye to yet another friend. It has been a very hard month in the Cat Blogosphere. But Storm asked us not to be sad or think of today as unlucky, so today we celebrate the life of an incredibly brave kitty that fought with all she had, and then fought some more. So today is a bitter-sweet day. Bitter for us because we will lose an inspiring kitty friend, Sweet for Storm because she is now without pain and free from the illness that made her life so much harder than it should have been.

In honor of her, we thought we'd share the story of how we came to know Storm.

We found Storm long before we started blogging (before we even realized how many kitties did it). Mommy was searching on lymphoma in cats, and up popped Storm's bloggie. You see, Mommy and Daddy had recently sent the first P and B (Purdy and Basil) of PB&J across the Rainbow Bridge because they had lymphoma. Mommy was worried that she hadn't done enough and had a terrible case of the "if only"s. She though perhaps there were other kitty guardians that had gone through the same thing and she could learn more.

Mommy was so happy to find the story of a kitty that was fighting, and winning against that evil disease. It made her feel better to know that even if Purdy and Basil couldn't win their fight at least there were kitties that were. Mommy rarely commented on Storm's bloggie, mostly she just read and felt better.

Then we started blogging, and we would visit Storm every once and a while - just to check in. It seems that we didn't visit very regularly till she got sick again, and even then it was hard, because Mommy would get all leaky eyed thinking of what Storm's Meowmies were going through. It brought back all sorts of horrible feelings for Mommy, but she knew how important it was for Storm to have lots of love and encouragement.



Sweet Storm, we know that one day we too will cross the Bridge and we will find you there. So we will not say good-bye, simply farewell for now Furry Fighter.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.

We though we would share some pictures of our angel kitties, Purdy and Basil. There isn't a day that goes by that Mommy doesn't think about and miss them.




- Pearl, Bert and Jake

Practical Thursday Part Seven

And it's time for another installment of "Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats". Mommy doesn't remember this one as well, but she thinks that the Great Rumpuscat may be Pearl's great-great-great-great grand-daddy, since she can put the smack-down on the woofies as well as he does!

(If you don't remember the song either it video is at the end.)

OF THE AWFUL BATTLE
OF THE PEKES AND THE POLLICLES
Together with Some Account
Of the Participation
Of the Pugs and the Poms, and the
Intervention of the Great Rumpuscat

The Pekes and the Pollicles, everyone knows.
Are proud and implacable passionate foes;
It is always the same, wherever one goes.
And the Pugs and the Poms, although most people say
That they do not like fighting, will often display
Every symptom of wanting to join in the fray.
And they
                    Bark bark bark bark
                    Bark bark BARK BARK

        Until you can hear them all over the Park.

Now on the occasion of which I shall speak
Almost nothing had happened for nearly a week
(And that's a long time for a Pol or a Peke).
The big Police Dog was away from his beat -
I don't know the reason, but most people think
He'd slipped into the Bricklayer's Arms for a drink -
And no one at all was about on the street
When a Peke and a Pollicle happened to meet.
They did not advance, or exactly retreat,
But they glared at each other, and scraped their hind feet,
And started to
                    Bark bark bark bark
                    Bark bark BARK BARK

        Until you can hear them all over the Park.

Now the Peke, although people may say what they please,
Is no British Dog, but a Heathen Chinese.
And so all the Pekes, when they heard the uproar,
Some came to the window, some came to the door;
There were surely a dozen, more likely a score.
And together they started to grumble and wheeze
In their huffery-snuffery Heathen Chinese.
But a terrible din is what Pollicles like,
For your Pollicle Dog is a dour Yorkshire tyke,
And his braw Scottish cousins are snappers and biters,
And every dog-jack of them notable fighters;
And so they stepped out, with their pipers in order,
Playing When the Blue Bonnets Came Over the Border.
Then the Pugs and the Poms held no longer aloof,
But some from the balcony, some from the roof,
Joined in
To the din
With a
                    Bark bark bark bark
                    Bark bark BARK BARK

        Until you can hear them all over the Park.

Now when these bold heroes together assembled,
The traffic all stopped, and the Underground trembled,
And some of the neighbors were so much afraid
That they started to ring up the Fire Brigade.
When they suddenly, up from a small basement flat,
Why who should stalk out but the GREAT RUMPUSCAT.
His eyes were like fireballs fearfully blazing,
He gave a great yawn, and his jaws were amazing;
And when he looked out through the bars of the area,
You never saw anything fiercer or hairier.
And what with the glare of his eyes and his yawning,
The Pekes and the Pollicles quickly took warning.
He looked at the sky and he gave a great leap -
And they every last one of them scattered like sheep.

And when the Police Dog returned to his beat,
There wasn't a single one left in the street.

Cool Cat

Am I cool or what?!



- Bert

Triple Threat Tuesday

It's a Tuxie, Tabby and Tortie Tuesday!



Mommy's just so excited that we all in the same picture! And we're so excited that it's stopped storming long enough for us to go outside!

- Pearl, Bert and Jake

ManCat Monday

Sometimes, a big ball made out of Catnip is all you need!

- Jake

Well Trashed!

Well, it seems that we did a pretty okay job on trashing the house! This is what Mommy saw when she walked in the front door...


And here's what everyone did!

Gracie & Ping opened cabinets and pulled stuff out, then they went through the pantry on the way to the Laundry - you should see what they did in there - whew!

Merlin got started by chewing on cardboard boxes and any other cardboard he could find!

Shade put her weight behind and toppled a few things from the mantle while Goldie had a go at sharpening his claws on the ottoman.

The McKitten-Cats all made their presence know - Maggie made some fine toilet paper art. Jasper took over knocking over the bath room trash cans. Huggy clawed a couple chairs. And Josie, the good-girl served the snacks and nip!

Of course the dogs were up to no good!
Beaux and Samwise (the Purrageous Pups) helped George out with her toy basket as well as the kitchen trash! While Captain Jack and Fagin whapped things off of the window sills. We're not sure where Dante and Pearl snuck off to?!

Hendrix, Bendrix and Flyyn all worked over the carpets!

Tazo and Eric had a whack or two at the couches!

Samantha & Tigger lead a great game of Thundering herds of Elephants - it's safe to say that a few things were knocked over!

Faith Boo brought her extraordinary skills, the paper artist enjoyed the toilet paper, until she found the huge store paper towels in the pantry!

Magoo, Smudge, Bella & Dolce played a game of "Does it break or bounce?" with a couple of plants!

Some one (or two or three) was in the tent and the toy basket!
Speedy helped to shred the furniture, eat stuff out of the garbage and then he yak all over - it was great!

Jimmy Joe took care the couch, making it nice and white and orangey!

Queen Snickers brought the whole demolition crew, Empress and Renna the destructo doggy! But some how she disappeared when she saw Jake in all his destructive glory!

Fat Eric left floofy ginger and white fur all over everything then helped Chance out with pulling the blinds down!

Even Miss Peach was there to take out her frustrations!

"Really Mommy, I have no idea how things got like this!"
And look at all the crazy stuff Ayla did (wow is she amazing)!

"I unrolled the toilet paper and made sure ta perforate it as I did. I pulled the carpet up at one corner, an shredded some Kleenex in a difernt corner. I pushed dust-bunnies out from unner the bed and inta the middle of the livin room. "

"I carried little bits of cat food all over the house. I had GREAT fun pushin pens an paperclips unner the stove and frigerator."

"Did I mention that I teleported our dead mousie over an hid it inna closet? "

"You may notice that I petty much emptied yer litterbox stuff outta the box, that I knocked ofer the waterbowls, and shoved the candles to tha floor."

"An iffa ya see clawmarks on the curtains, that was me. "

"Not to mention the towels I pulled from the rack an pulled inta the toilet. AND flushed! Wow! "

The real question is who did this?!

Thank you to one an all for a thorough trashing - yet again the kitties of the blogosphere do not disappoint!

Practical Thursday Part Six

It's Thursday again - that means it's time for another 'Practical Cat'. This week, we've added a video of the scene from Cats, so that you can all sing along!

OLD DEUTERONOMY
Old Deuteronomy's lived a long time;
   He's a Cat who has lived many lives in succession.
He was famous in proverb and famous in rhyme
   A long while before Queen Victoria's accession.
Old Deuteronomy's buried nine wives
   And more-I am tempted to say, ninety-nine;
And his numerous progeny prospers and thrives
   And the village is proud of him in his decline.
At the sight of that placid and bland physiognomy,
   When he sits in the sun on the vicarage wall,
The Oldest Inhabitant croaks: 'Well, of all...
   Things...Can it be...really!...No!...Yes!...
       Ho! hi!
       Oh, my eye!
My sight may be failing, but yet I confess
I believe it is Old Deuteronomy!'

Old Deuteronomy sits in the street,
   He sits in the High Street on market day;
The bullocks may bellow, the sheep they may bleat,
   But the dogs and the herdsmen will turn them away.
The cars and the lorries run over the kerb,
   And the villagers put up a notice: ROAD CLOSED-
So that nothing untoward may chance to disturb
   Deuteronomy's rest when he feels so disposed
Or when he's engaged in domestic economy:
   And the Oldest Inhabitant croaks: 'Well, of all...
   Things...Can it be...really!...No!...Yes!...
       Ho! hi!
       Oh, my eye!
I am deaf of an ear now, but yet I can guess
That the cause of the trouble is Old Deuteronomy!'

Old Deuteronomy lies on the floor
   Of the Fox and French Horn for his afternoon sleep;
And when the men say: 'There's just time for one more,'
   Then the landlady from her back parlour will peep
And say: 'Now then, out you go, by the back door,
   For Old Deuteronomy mustn't be woken-
I'll have the police if there's any uproar'-
   And out they all shuffle, without a word spoken.
The digestive repose of that feline's gastronomy
   Must never be broken, whatever befall:
And the Oldest Inhabitant croaks: 'Well, of all...
   Things...Can it be...really!...No!...Yes!...
       Ho! hi!
       Oh, my eye!
My legs may be tottery, I must go slow
And be careful of Old Deuteronomy!'



And get ready to see all the distruction from the house trashing party tomorrow!

Wow Wee Wednesday

Once again you kitties are awesome - we really had a great time trashing the house! Though we may need to to more, Mommy was barely phased when she walked in the door tonight (and we thought you all did a great job!).

But apparently it was enough to talk Mommy into a little bit of time together, including time to open our Swap n Tails from Samantha and Mr. Tigger!


They sent a bunch of lovely toys, a super hand lotion set for Mommy and best yet, these beautiful sea shells! They smell lovely (we couldn't keep our noses off them)!


And they were even nice enough to send treats for George too - well after we gave them a thorough going over!

Thank you so much you guys!

-Pearl, Bert and Jake

Oh and we almost forgot the Blogblast for Peace!

Trash the House Tuesday!

Alright, we decided to take this situation into our own paws! We've gotten a total of 1 hour of Mommy or Daddy time since yesterday - and that is unacceptable. So we're throwing a house trashing party!!!!

Here's what we have planned:
We'll break into the big white food box and get the giant vat o' nip (and of course any ham, cheese or anything else we want).
There are some blinds that need to be climbed on.
Mommy and Daddy left the trash cans full, so they can all be knocked over and messed with.
We've got a bunch of paper bags that need shredding (Faith Boo? Riley? perhaps you could create a little art work for Mommy and Daddy).
And of course there's always the furniture that needs climbing and clawing!

So, who's in?!?!!?

Replaced!

We've been replaced! And not just by other kitties, but two little beans and a woofie! Oh the indignity of it all!

Mommy and Daddy's friends are out of town for a week, so they are moving in with the little beans to take care of them. So that means we're stuck here at home with out them. Oh sure, they're only a few doors down the street and they say they're going to stop home two or three times a day - but it's not like actually having them home! There is a bright side though, they are taking George at night so we can play all night long without getting chased by her.

But who are we going to sleep on in the middle of the night? What if we want our breakfast before they get home in the morning? When are we going to get our play time in? And how are we supposed to go outside if no one is here to watch us? Obviously they didn't really think this whole thing through!

And the very worst part of all of this is that we might not be able to visit all our friends very much this week!



Guess I'll just sit here and look ticked off till I get some treats!


-Bert