Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Lounging Around Da House

This is MY new Kitty Tree, from Granma! MINE MINE MINE!!
Donut is not allowed on the top shelf - he's too young and stoopid. He might fall off.

And it's MINE. So what I say goes.

Although I will allow him - sometimes - to sleep in MY bread basket. The Costco box isn't too bad since mom put the memory foam pillow in it. *purr*

Santa brought me Testa-roni!

Aunt Twinkie won't have anything to do with me 'cause she's jealous! Santa brought me Testa-roni! I smell like a REAL cat now!

Aunt Twinkie says I make her litter box STINK so she won't have anything to do with me *sigh*.

That's ok. That just means I get all the best loungy places in the house an' she runs the other way, holding her nose.

Stupid Twinkie.

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Lap Time!

Mom home sick = I gets me tons of lap time.

Here mom. Let me hug you...

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Nap Attack!

Mom has been home all day, feeling uber crappy. She even kicked us out of MY BEDROOM. I say mine, because Donut is only a temporary renter as far I'm concerned.


We were forced to nap in the computer room until she came out to give us snackies.

Hoomans shouldn't be allowed to sleep all day. They can't cater to us then.

Sure, the table by the window is comfy and warm, but where are THE TREATS?!? The BRUSHINGS? Good god, where is my MOUSIE?!?

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Busy Busy Busy

Oh, we've been very busy kitties latey. Lots of sleeping. Tons of thanksgiving eating. Grooming takes up a good part of the day...

And the Donut, the boy is growing...

He shows a remarkable ability for proper couch lounging. There is hope for the boy.

Though he likes to get on mama's lap and not leave ME any room. *hrmph*

Friday, November 4, 2011

Exhausting Day

The Donut and I could barely keep up with our intense social schedule. We were forced to nap together on the couch. It's so trying being popular...

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Random House Pics

Here's a bunch of us around the house. And the Donut dressed up for trick or treating. *SNORT*.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Study Cats Study

I love my new boxes. They should always stay here.

There are so many. This is my router box. Right next to moms art history book. I provide needed emotional comfort while she reads and looks at boring stuff.

The Donut... he just sleeps. He's only an apprentice study kitten. Which means, books are only to be knawed on or shoved off tables.

Friday, October 14, 2011

Heh Heh, she digs me...

I knew I'd win her over.

How could she resist my smile? My subtle charm.

What?! You're my Auntie?!?

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Moving Supervisors!

We of the Local Kitteh Teamsters 42-KT have officially begun the process of supervising mom's packing process. Apparently she's moving us to 'a better kitchen'. Which, while fine and dandy, does not mean our human knows a THING about packing.

We cats - we are ment for such things.

Now of course being senior kitty, I get final say in ALL box placements. Donut supervises filling them with mama's junk. But finding just the right box feng shui is MY job as senior supervisor in charge of all things that impact the felines.

Locations must be repeatedly TESTED. Adjustments made for comfort, lighting, spiritual flow... it's just not something mama can grasp.

The Donut... he's learning. He's still working on test number one, however - Napping Potential of Chosen Location. He's not ready to be fully in charge of box placements.

Of equal importance is - Does this box placement make ME look GOOD? What is the posing potential?

He doesn't tend to change locations often enough to test this out. *sigh* Boys. They're happy where ever they flop down.

We are not... *yawn*

Meet my leetle friends. This is paw one - fernando. And paw two - george. One day they will grow up big and strong and will single paw-edly take down Apocalypse Mousie...

I should have never told him that story...

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Coffee Table Talk

Hey there, and welcome to the Sunday Edition of Coffee Table Talk. I'm Twinkie, your moderator. And this is my brush, James. I love my brush. He's named after James Bond, my hero. I think he'd make a perfect cat.

Donut, what do you think?

Hmmm? Zzzzzzzzz

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Official Gravy Coalition

We, the official representatives of the gravy coalition, await breakfast.

Feed us. Now.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Chillin' on MY Futon

Hey there. Welcome to my futon.

Old Lady Twinkie - she's having her nap. I'm just chillin. Listen to music. Havin some kibble.

You can come by anytime. Bring some toys. Or gravy.


Sunday, September 18, 2011

Lazy Donut

Hmph. For a kitten who's suppose to be so active, he sure sleeps alot on my futon.

I did chase him around some earlier and tried a little wrestling, but the boy is no match for the linebacker princess.

I rule.

Bathroom Battle Royale

Mom's bathroom has been historically MINE. Ok, the whole house is mine, but Mom's bathroom is located next to the master bedroom, which is seriously mine, so therefore no kitten but ME should have access to said bathroom. It says so in my Contract of Total Kitty Dominance.

The fact he's parked next to MY counter. MY messy towel... inconceivable!

Perhaps if I glare at him really REALLY hard, he'll go away.

This doesn't seem to be working.

Ok, new tactic. Show belly. Then stupid Donut will come over to rub it like mom does and I will snare him in my steel claws... Come to me, my little idiot...

Hmm. Perhaps he has more than fluff between those ears. Somehow, he is ignoring the magical allure of the belly.

Stupid kitten. *shakes paw* I'll get you later. I'm tired now.

Moooooommmm, rub my belly.