I can game too!

I'm not too big to help game, mama! I can work the mouse for you. Honest!

But a small snack - mousie, bacon, cheeseburger - might help with my concentration...

Donuts last goobye

Twinkie's mom here.

I got an email from the breeders last night that said Donut passed away. He'd been healthy and playing fine - was scoping out an empty salad bowl after dinner (playing with the leftover carrot shreds) and fell over into it. He apparently had a massive heart attack and died almost instantly.

She said it was at least quick, her and her husband were both there and got to hold him, and he'd been healthy and happy up until it hit. They were pretty surprised, but glad that if it had to happen, it at least went that quickly.

Twinkie and I had a good cry over it last night.

So have a drink in honor of the Donut - the little guy was a real sweetheart.

Shhhhhh

We're not really napping together.

It's just your imagination.

This is NOT what the dish mat is for...

But mama, I'm drying off from 'sink diving'!

Cute Fat Kitteh Lessons Available!

If you give me bacon wrapped mousies, I will teach your kitties to be good kitties and to be nice to everyone and fat and lazy like a proper kitteh... honest...

The cost is a measely one dozen bacon wrapped mousies, pre-paid.

I only take real bacon mousies, no turkey bacon, no visa or mousetercard.

You too can have a fat furry tummy to pet. Send your mousies now!

Bedtime with Bao-zo

The kid just doesn't know when to leave me alone. 'Auntie' this and 'Auntie' that. Sheesh. Does he think I don't NOTICE he's constantly scooting closer to me?!

Thankfully, he's even more of a camera ham - er - camera aware as I am. Though I still think he's photogentically challenged. Granma calls him 'pointy head'.

I don't do it to his face, 'cause it makes him cry. See how sad he looks? It's cause Granma called him POINTY HEAD.

And the boy just can't resist walking up to mom to rat on me calling him names after she only snaps one or two pictures... poor unphotogentic boy...

*snicker*

*tsk tsk* He's never going to make money at modeling if he can't stay still and look pretty.

Head down, big eyes up, puff cheeks out. It's not rocket science, kid.

Computer time is BAO time

Hum Bao now thinks computer time is HIS time. Just because I'm busy making my morning espresso, HE thinks he can take MY LAP! HRMPH!

He doesn't even know what game he's playing! Every once in awhile he just yells TOUCHDOWN and attacks the screen... *sigh*

Seriously, he's an embarrassment to gamer kitties everywhere. *sip*

I'll boot him when I'm done. He does look kinda cute there I guess. Mom must need the warmth more than the assistance...