Floofy Friday

Mom: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Quill: Mom? ::Pokes gently with paw:: Mom!

Mom: Huh? Wha?

Quill: It's time for Floofy Friday.

Friday: Hey-O!

Greyson: Um, Friday we're not prepared. Some one is "Tired" and tardy.

Mom: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Quill: Sorry Friday! Hope you'll stick around buddy cause we sure are happy to see you!

Friday: No worries boys, I come every week no matter what.

Greyson: Wait! Really?

Friday: Yep, I come either way.

Greyson: Whew! Well don't tel Mom or she might get ideas...



So this morning Quill and I were being served our breakfast when things went horribly wrong...

I was served first (which is only right) and was enjoying my meal.

Then Mom scooped some food for Quill and when she brought his dish to the table she tripped over those big ole gunboats she calls feet.

Next thing I knew I was SHOWERED in kibble and SHE DROPPED THE BOWL ON MY TAIL!

Naturally I startled and flew off the table taking my own bowl with me.

Quill got scared and he ran too. 

Soon kibble was EVERYWHERE!

It took almost FIVE MINUTES before either Quill or I could eat again.

What is she trying to put us on a diet?


Floofy Friday

A photo shoot  just for you Friday!

Squee Warning

Do I look humble Friday? 
This soulful look will get me some Mom Cuddles.

This is me trying to hide the fact I was a little bit irked after all the "Quill look over here! Quillbert, serve up some Gray Steel." chatter.

Am I too handsome Friday? 
No, I don't think so...


Floofy Friday

Greyson: Who's that?

Oh Friday - it's only you. 

Friday: You look a little freaked Greyson. What's up?

::Whispers:: I thought I saw Monday...

 I was gonna give Monday the Stink Eye. 

Well I don't know if Monday would be that scared off - you still look pretty darn cute with the Stink Eye - and Monday is pretty tenacious.


So Sensitive

Sometimes Quill is just too sensitive. Sure I chased him off the bed twice last night - but it was all in good fun. At least I had fun.

So he was bored and knocked over our toy box and got a hold of the good catnip toys. The ones Mom only lets us play with under snoopervision because Quill is a paranoid niphead.

He's all "Wow look at the pink elephant... What did you call me elephant?... Oh yeah? Bite me Mother Fluffer!..." and then he bites me, like he did this morning when he jumped on the bed for a third time.

Of course Mom STILL scolded ME. Said I started it, which I suppose I did, but still. Some cats are just too sensitive.

Greyson (The one who can handle his catnip)


Floofy Friday

Friday: Oh hey Quill! Whatcha doing?

Quill: Helping Mom pick a paint color.

I suggested Tabby Brown and she was trying to match me. 

 And what goes better with Tabby Brown than Marshmallow Feets White, Tail Gray, or Belly Floof  Cream?

Or Kitty Chin Tan?

Friday: Wow, it's gonna look great! You and Greyson will be perfectly camouflaged.



One of the jobs we face as kitties is to act as counselors and advisers to our humans. Perhaps Mom doesn't think I'm listening when she asks for my advice, because when I weigh in she almost always does something other than I tell her.

She asks what she should make for lunch. I say chicken treats and feel free to be clumsy with the drops! She picks something stupid like gluten-free pasta. Yuck.

She asks if she should go for a walk. I say yes and take me with you! She goes but shuts the door in my face!

Even when the advice is super obvious - like write more - she seems to struggle. She's hopeless. 

Maybe she listens to Quill's advice cause I always see them with their heads together. Perhaps she listens when the advice comes in a diminutive squeak rather than a cute meow.

Though I'm pretty sure Quill would tell her to have chicken treats over gluten-free pasta too.