ManCat Monday: Floof!

Sleepy Sunday: The new bed is ready for guests!

Our Auntie Toni is comin' for a visit in May (to go to GradNite with Mom), so Mom ordered a pillow-top raised Aerobed for her to sleep on while she visits. Aerobeds are furry useful to have at your house, I think. Grandma an' Grandad have a queen-sized one, but it's only a couple of inches off the ground, so 'beans hafta crawl into bed ... literally. An' that one keeps getting "borrowed" by Uncle James, Aunt Lori, an' our woofie cousin, Shadow Saluki.

When Mom goes camping (sleeping OUTSIDE?!?), she has a twin-sized brown camper's Aerobed that goes under her sleeping bag, but it has to be crawled onto, too.

This new bed is like my bed: It's full-sized so it'll use Mom's regular sheets an' bedding; it's twenty-four inches off of the ground so I've gotta run an' leap to get up(!); an' I can rest on it whenever I want 'cuz I get full access to all beds in MY house.


I think Auntie Toni will like sleepin' on the new bed. Especially since it's been tested by my crack team of Guinea pigs: Charmee, Grandma, an' Grandad. Check 'em out! Comfy!


Aunt Toni ... We're ready for your visit! Oh, an' don't worry ... You don't hafta sleep in the dining room. There's a bedroom for you. We just wanted to try out the bed in a bigger space! Is it May yet?

Can we have our piece of cake, now?

Today, Mom an' our grandparents attended the wedding of our Uncle James an' Aunt Lori ... 

Here's the cake.  

See.  

It's pretty big, right? 

 

There is PLENTY of cake for any cat who might wanna have a bite, right?  

Even just a smidgen.

Well.  We didn't get any.   Not a single crumb.

But our woofie cousin didn't get any, either.

You can stop by his bloggie an' see the bride an' groom cuttin' the cake.  He's bummed that he didn't get a slice, sliver, or crumb either.  Not ALL of the cake was chocolate.  He ... an' we(!) ... could have had some of the lemon ...

I suppose that we'll hafta wait until next year when that cake topper gets thawed out.  We'll get anniversary cake.  Year-old anniversary cake.  Well, on second thought, we might just pass on that one.

Saturday Photo Scavenger Hunt #102: HANDS

Today's Photo Hunter's theme is HAND(S)!

We were gonna show a photo of Uncle James an' Aunt Lori today 'cuz they're joinin' HANDS an' getting married this afternoon, but Mom said "No" 'cuz it might be too late in the day to post our photo for Photo Hunters. Sigh.

Instead, we're posting a photo of Mom's hand 'cuz Charmee bit her a couple of days ago when he didn't want to take his daily snort of St. John's Wort an' he used his teefs. When I put the bitey on Mom, I don't use my teefs. It's not that Mom isn't juicy an' tasty. It's just that I'm nice. I'm not a meany like Charmee.

Pretty nasty, huh?

Anyway, Mom's hand is healing pretty nicely.  Mom promised to bring a little piece of wedding cake home for us to taste.  I hope that she doesn't forget ...

Havin' a bath on Friday!

We wanna wish a furry happy birthday to our Uncle Jerry who lives in Seattle.  He is SIXTY-ONE today!

Efurryone in the whole blogosphere knows that Cocoa Puff is a big boy. What you might not know is that Puffy has a tough time contorting his bulk into a configuration that is useful for grooming ... so certain aspects of his body don't get as much attention as they should. Mom brushes him regularly, but lately ... Puffy's been flaky. Flakiness isn't a problem if you're a white cat like Charmee, but Puffy is nearly entirely black, so white tell-tale flakes are kinda obvious. What to do? What to do?

Mom tried to hire one of us to groom Puffy's more unreachable parts, but that didn't fly (in fact, I was heard to proclaim "Heck no!" in my loudest voice).

Mom tried to get Grandma to help her to wrangle Puffy into a bath, but Grandma remembered how badly her hand swelled the last time Puff was bathed when he sunk his fangs into the fleshy part of her hand ... so that idea was out.

Squirt gun and towel? Nope. Too much like a punishment.

Large buckets of clean and soapy water? Nah. That seems to much like drowning.

Dry shampoo? Unh, uh. We're tryin' to GET RID of the flakes. What to do?

Wipes ... lots and lots and lots of cat wipes from Target. And they did the trick splendidly. Puffy's only complaint was the fact that the wipes are "wet" an' that they're COLD on ol' spots #13 an' #14. But his fur dried furry quickly to a shiny, clean-scented black ... an' Puffy was proud to pose for some photos demonstratin' his handsomeness. Isn't he a looker? He's as shiny as the black masheen an' purrin' just about as loudly! Whoo! Whoo!

Check the dood out! He's smokin' ...





So if you're a fuller-figured kitty or you're a geezer-ette like me who may be less flexible than in days past, tell your momma to go to Target an' pick up some bathing wipes for you. These actually work an' don't leave a greasy or waxy film on your furs ... An' they're especially for kitties! They come in a white plastic box with eighty wipes inside an' cost just $4.99. Since they were such a good deal, Mom was okay with using ten wipes for one cat bath. An' the wipes don't smell too girly. I know that ManCats like to smell clean, but not flowery. Mom plans to do another bath next week for maintenance an' additional flake removal. Flakes are for biscuits, right? Uh, wait a minute ... Biscuits are good, right? Uh, oh ... I'm confused.

Wordy Wednesday Challenge 2009!

Zoey, Maggy, an' the Zoolatry human, Ann, included me in their "Wordy Wednesday Challenge" again this year!  Check out my pawesome graphic ... an' my word:  Mercurial.

The God's Honest Truth ...

The God's Honest Truth 'Bout Me

Hmm ... I wonder if I've been awarded this 'cuz there's "crap" in the name an' I'm fulla crap?

My furriend, Cheyenne Millie, gave me this award an' all of the requirements that come along with it! Thanks, Millie!

Here is the information on this award:
When accepting this auspicious award, you must write a post bragging about it, including the name of the misguided soul who thinks you deserve such acclaim, and link back to said person so everyone knows who he or she is.

Choose a minimum of 7 blogs that you find brilliant in content or design. Or improvise by including ones who have no idea who you are because you don't have 7 friends.

Show the 7 random victims' names and links and leave a harassing comment informing them that they were prized with the "Honest Weblog."

Well, there's no prize, but they can keep the nifty icon.

List at least ten honest things about yourself, as well as an Honest Photo.... Then, pass it on!

10 honest things about me:

1. I am the only girlie in a house full of panty-waist neuter-boys.  There are four of them now, but there used to be seven of 'em.  I'm gradually out-lasting them an' am now the ELDEST.
2. I REALLY like having my tummy tickled, but I'll try to bite you (gently, of course) anyway.
3. I have black nose leather an' paw pads, but my bottom lip is bright pink!
4. I wouldn't like to be an outside cat or an indoor/outdoor cat, but I have walked out onto the porch once an' made Mom MAD.
5. I MUST sniff any and all food brought into the house an' whatever Mom is having even if I wouldn't dare eat any (example:  chocolate ice cream).
6. I walk like a prizefighter.  Mom calls it my "strut".
7. I am a petite girlie an' admit to being a spicy vixen geezer-ette.
8. I like to sleep on Mom's bed, but I'll join anyone in the house for a nice nap.
9. I like to lay on blankies, but I don't like sleepin' under them.
10. I am bossy.

The HONEST photo ...

Many of you have this award already, so I may be kinda repetitive. If I've tagged you again an' you don't wanna repeat the posting, just ignore me ... okay?

Tripper
Puff, Spot an' Jake
Benjamin Fuzz
My tomfriend, Rocky

REALLY Vishus Deer

Saturday Photo Scavenger Hunt #101: YELLOW

Today's Photo Hunter's theme is YELLOW!

It's FINALLY Springtime ... an' today's theme is furry appropriate for this photo: YELLOW flowers on our mantle.

Older than the hills ...

Mom was actin' a little more odd than normal today 'cuz it's March 19th.  She 'splaned to us that when she was a youngster, she used to babysit for some stock car drivers who lived a few houses away.  She babysat from ninth grade through her senior year of high school  to make enough money for her "expenses" like a letterman's jacket, class ring, prom, driver's license, and yearbooks.  She made about ten dollars a weekend (back when the going rate for babysitting was about a dollar an hour).  But I digress ...

That little boy that Mom "sat" for (on?) turned TWENTY-NINE today.  Mom is feelin' O-L-D.  She first met that little boy, Kevin, when he was still a diaper-wearin' sixteen months old.  Sigh.  He was a cutie.  We wonder what directions his life took an' really have no way of findin' out.  So we'll wish "FLK" (formerly little Kevin) a happy last birthday in his twenties.  

Sigh.  It's okay, Mom.

Wordless Wednesday: Swifferin'

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Faith an' begorrah, efurryone!  It's St. Patty's Day once again an' our furry own lad from the Emerald Isle, Paddy O'Furniture, has donned his green chapeau for a day of celebrating!

An' not to be outdone, his trusty side-kick, Lucky O'Charmz, has fancied himself up, too!

Be sure to wear some green today an' beware of leprechauns an' pots o' gold!  But do keep  yer paws off of me Lucky Charmz, okay?

An Irish-esque Cat Prayer

May your litter box be clean, 

Your tummy full, 

Your water fresh an' free-flowing

Your blanky warm, 

An' your "temptations" crunchy an' delicious!

An award from L.C., Ayla, an' Iza!

L.C., Ayla, an' Iza over at their bloggie presented me with this award an' I'm so grateful!  Thank you, ladies!  In addition to posting my award, I've gotta list six things that I enjoy, so here goes ...

1.  TEMPTATIONS ... the "seafood medley" ones with the green package

2.  The Alpine Scratcher 'cuz I can sharpen my clawrs to fine points while inhaling primo 'nip

3.  Primo 'Nip ... enough said

4.  Cheese ... Even though I'm lactose intolerant, I do pretty well with cheese

5.  Fancy Feast Elegant Medleys Chicken with Egg Souffle

6.  Naps with Grandad ... or better yet, naps ON Grandad

I'm gonna pass this prestigious award on to my cousins, Zoey, the Furballs, an' Cha-Ching!  Yay!

Sleepy Sunday with Charmee

Can you believe that it's nearly 1 PM on Sunday an' Charmz is STILL sleepin'? Me, either.

Saturday Photo Scavenger Hunt #100: FOUR

Today's Photo Hunter's theme is FOUR!

Many good things come in fours ... Our family of 'beans adds up to four (until March 28th when Uncle James gets married ... ugh). Each of the Feline Americans has four cute little feet. The black masheen has four Michelin tires. Rooms have four corners. The original Feline Americans ... the cats-who-came-before ... were four: Meemaw, Percy, Cookie Monster, an' Lacey Bunns. Mom was four years old when she got her woofie, Peaches. Hmm ... What to choose?

Oh, yeah ... There for FOUR panty-waist neuter boys in the Feline Americans at present. My four ManCat housemates: Cocoa Puff, Sparky Fuzzypants, Pumpkin, an' Lucky Charmz. I suppose that they're an acceptable approximation of this week's theme. I guess that I'll post a photo of each of them ... That makes FOUR!

Wordy on Wednesday

Mom is furry happy about a couple of things ...

First, her principal got reassigned on Monday night. His last day at her school is this Friday. When school resumes for the fourth quarter in mid-April, there will be a whole new dude in charge. Mom was singing, "Ding! Dong! The witch is dead" when she came home from picketing her district office on Monday night.

An' second, her vacation starts at a little before 1 o'clock on Friday afternoon. We have her all to ourselves for FOUR whole weeks. We cannot wait 'cuz she's been gettin' up before it's even light an' drivin' off in the mornings before the sun is even up. Dark is for sleepin'!

Oh, an' Uncle James is gettin' married in about two an' a half weeks. Ugh.

The "Things That Make Me Happy" Meme

My wonderful furriend, Gizmo, tagged me for this meme ...


The rules are to list SIX things that make me happy.

1. Temptations ... in large quantities administered at frequent intervals ... make me happy!

2. Getting MY portion of the nightly can of stinky goodness BEFORE the Feline Americans get theirs makes me VERY happy.

3. Napping with Grandad makes me happy (but I often have to share his lap with ... shudder ... Charmee an' Sparky Fuzzypants).

4. Sitting in a dining room chair an' getting tastes of Mom's dinner makes me happy ... especially when it's pork or yummy bacon!

5. Cuddling with Mom before she goes to bed makes me happy because she tickles my belly an' tells me how much she loves me.

6. Not EVER having to be outside amongst the neighborhood MONSTERS makes me both relieved an' happy at the same time. Having a forever home ROCKS ...

Oh, an' being Rocky the Gutter Cat's Valentine this year makes me happy, too. I'm EXTRA blessed with happy stuff, so I added one more ...

I dunno who to tag for this meme, so I'm openin' an invitation to ANYONE who wants to play along!

Spring, oh spring! What a wonderful thing!

Remember that Groundhog dood from a month ago who came outta his hole an' saw his shadow an' declared that there were gonna be six more weeks of winter?  Bah!

Today was cloudless an' glorious ... in the mid-70s.  A quintessential San Diego spring day.  Mom took Grandma out to Boomerangs Gourmet Burger Joint for lunch ... an' she drove the black masheen with the top down an' her iPod blastin'.

It doesn't get much better than that, doods.  Spring has sprung an' Mom's vacation starts in twelve days.

DMM