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...

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

Official Gravy Coalition

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

Feed us. Now.

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.

GRAVY is AWESOME.

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.

Company is EXHAUSTING

It's all I could do to crawl up on mom's lap, after they were gone.

Even Donut could hardly move. He didn't budge from the hall rug.