Floofy Friday

Quill: Oh hey Friday! Really glad to see you this week! Mom has been saying all week that she couldn't wait for you. She's been so stressed I moved to this location on the desk. I haven't had the room to lounge here since I was a kitten!

It's so nice cause I'm able to closely snoopervise and I am within arm's reach for emergency cuddles. I haven't been getting as a good a rest, but I have to admit I like the extra cuddles. What's that? The pink thing next to me?

It's Mom's girly box of Swarovski crystal thingies. I don't mind it cause it makes a nice chin scritcher. ::whispers:: I know Friday! Mom's office is starting to look like she's a 17 year old girl, but she's really enjoying it, so I just let her do it.

Plus she's cleared off a whole shelf for us and given it extra headroom for yours truly. She did ruin my fun by covering up my computer cords chew toys. Greyson did find the treat stash though!



Two cats crowd over a ripped bag of treats horking them down when Mom enters.

Mom: Boys!! What have you got there?

Boys: Snuffle, Snuffle, Gulp.

Mom: Natural Balance Rabbit treats! Looks like Edward Scissor Paws ripped into this sack! Who did this?

Both cats look away, ignoring the question. Then Quill looks at Mom and gestures towards this cat...

Guilty party Greyson enjoys a nice nap with a belly full of bunny.

These treats were part of the BlogPaws booty and were a big hit with my little carnivores.


Two Toned

Maybe it is a little too dark in the laundry room... I noticed this major fashion faux pas after the trip to the movies and the grocery store.

I guess I have been a little distracted lately...


Floofy Friday

Mom, I wonder if I could get some lovin waiting for Friday?

Let's get to it Mom, this neck looks lonely. 
 Yes! That's the spot!!! Got my purr motor on high!

Do you think Friday will mind my furs being rumpled?

Mom Note: Look at that smile! Squee!



Mom: Ahhhhh!!!

Quill and Greyson race for the bathroom to see what's up.

Mom: Boys! I just had to kill a big ole beetle!

Greyson: You killed our beetle?

Mom: Your beetle? Well no cat was here to call "dibs" when it scurried out onto the floor.

Quill: I was observing the bug for research. I planned to interview him later. May we see the carcass?

Mom: No! I flushed it! Why do you want to see it?

Quill: Well it may not have been our beetle.

Greyson: You're right Quill, it may have been another beetle!

Mom: Wait, there's more than one?


Floofy Friday

Greyson and Quill: Zzzzzzzzz

 Friday: Squeee!!

Greyson: Huh?

Friday: Boys?

Quill: Friday, why does he always want to touch me while we nap? Maybe you'd like to cuddle with him Friday?


Spoiled? Not Anymore.

Well, it all started innocently enough... Quill and I were enjoying our morning snack in our "Spoiled" dishes.

Then some random dude felt it necessary to ring our doorbell and knock on our front door - aggressively. Some cat got very startled and leaped from the table, using their dish as a launch pad. Said dish flew from the table and crashed onto the floor and broke - all over.

By the time Dad shooed away the evil knocker, and entered the kitchen, no cats were present.

Dad saw the dish and freaked out that one of us might have eaten a piece. Honestly why he thought we would eat it I can't imagine. He painstakingly reassembled the dish and taped it together to make sure he had all the pieces. 

Well, it could be taped, but it couldn't be saved. We were all pretty broken up about it. Mom and Dad were sad cause they were Angel Fin's dishes. Quill and I were sad cause - you know - we eat out of it - and we like to eat.

Three pet stores, and internet searches later Mom and Dad had to admit the dish can't be replaced. So now we have new bowls - plastic ones. Don't worry we're still spoiled.