4.23.2014

MeowBox! Part Two

Mom: All right boys, we are going to be professional young spokescats in training, right?

Quill: Yes Mom!

Greyson: Are there more treats in the MeowBox.Net sample?

Mom: Yes... There's Groovy Gravy Packets...

Mom: And Aromalettes... oh wait it isn't food. It's pet perfume! Come here Greyson!

Quill: Hello little fella... You smell nice.

Quill's new pal... Spot's Nip Chicken.
Quill: And what are you my little feather butt mousie on a string?

Mom: Your little Play-N-Squeak friend squeaks and lights up in the dark. Fun! Whew! We'll that was a lot of fun packed into one box. We received the MeowBox free but we sure have enjoyed it. The box cost starts at $25 and contains between $30-$50 dollars of loot. We think it would be fun to get one of these on a regular basis and get to try out lots of fun new products.

4.22.2014

MeowBox! Part One

A few weeks ago....

Mom: Hey boys the nice people at MeowBox.Net want to send us a free sample of a monthly box to test out. They offer monthly, three month and sixth month delivery plans. What do you think, should we say yes?

Quill: Seriously?

Greyson: Wait they send you a BOX of TREATS and TOYS!? Are you nuts? Of course we want one! Maybe I could be the spokescat!

Smells great! Open it already!
Mom: Wow! Look at all the stuff boys! Greyson, let me get some pictures of the box...

::Scuffle and unprofessional spokescat behavior::

Et tu, Quillbert?
Mom: Boys I know the box smells great after I wrote on it with these Supercat Catnip Markers, but come on!

These are like Un-Sharpie Markers!
Mom: Hey look boys, Smart N' Tasty salmon dental treats!

::More unprofessional spokescat behavior::
Rip, nibble, tear!
Mom: All right you two are too worked up, we're going to move part two to tomorrow!

4.20.2014

Happy Birthday Quill!!

Mom here. Today(ish) my sweet Quill turns two! I can hardly believe it.

For those of you that are new here at the H.C. you may not know that Quill did not have an easy start in life. He was one in a litter of three kittens, born to a stray Momma cat.

Across town, our hearts were breaking, knowing our time with our beloved angel Finny was drawing near. When she passed we were devastated, but I knew that she would help us to find the perfect girl kitty to take over her duties. Fin, as always, had other plans, like sending us a boy.

When Quill was about five weeks old the delightful rescuer Kacie captured the litter of kittens and gave them a chance at a better and safer lives. She taught them that humans were kind and loving and houses came with lots of great things - like curtains to climb.

I think I'll tell the rest of the story on Quill's Gotcha Day. For now, enjoy some e-nip, e-cake and e-treats - just watch out for Greyson. There are plenty of pipe cleaners to play with, just look under the furniture.

Then



I love this picture. He was a little tired and scared and came over to get some reassurance and cuddles from Mom.


Now


Happy Birthday My Sweet Quillbert!

4.17.2014

Floofy Flashback Friday

Hey Friday! I sure am happy to see you! Since my second birthday is the 20th Mom said I could have Flashback Friday all to myself! I was sure you wouldn't mind...

I'm about nine months old here... and below.

This may have been my first allowable belly rubbins. I like em. 

 Hey Dad, why'd you stop?

Sure Friday, you can rub my floofy belly!

4.15.2014

Taxing Question

Meg here. So... can I write off my cats if I have a blog about them?

If I talk about them eating, then surely food is a write off right?

If I take pictures of them playing with toys, it's covered right?

So if this logic follows - expect to see a lot more posts regarding the litter box... Just saying.

4.13.2014

Changes

Greyson here. I'm excited to tell you about two changes here at the H.C.

First up - The very talented GG at GLOGIRLY DESIGN has designed a new blog header for us!


 Look how handsome we both look! Mom loves how it captures our personalities... me all front and center, demanding attention while Quill looks on intently.

Mom has been a total slacker in changing the header. I was not even on the header! I mean it still had Quill as a kitten on it!

This brings up change two - Mom and Quill decided to change the day we celebrate his birthday. Mom had randomly selected April 15th because it is tax day and she knew she'd never forget it. Then she looked at the Astrological signs and realized that Quill is clearly a Taurus. Well, based on what Mom's read...

He is shy and stubborn. He is very bonded to Mom but likes others after he has a chance to get to know them. He enjoys the finer things in life like food and cuddles. So after they talked it out they decided to move his birthday officially to the 20th. We hope you'll come by for his party - he'll be two! I hope there'll be toys and treats!

4.10.2014

Floofy Friday

Greyson: Hey Quill, whatcha doing?

 
Quill: I'm waiting for Friday. I'm afraid Friday will be confused... like someone else was this week...

 
Greyson: I can't believe you're bringing that up! It was Mom's fault... All that talk about Wednesday being "Her Friday" this week. So I scared Wednesday a little with all my floof. Overall I think Wednesday was pleased with the reception. I'm sure Friday will feel welcome and be understanding... There's plenty of floof to go around!

4.08.2014

Who Dat? A Screenplay

Fade In
The night is dark as the human MOM sleeps. She snores at an alarming decibel.

A darling and handsome mancat perches on the nightstand, his tummy rumbling with hunger.

GREYSON
Meom? Meom!

Nothing. Mom snores on as the kitty grows desperate. He looks around for something to waken her. He notices her glasses and begins to nudge them noisily off the night stand. 

MOM
Finny?
(Noticing it is Greyson)
Oh it's you Greyson. I thought it was Finny...

Mom rolls over and returns to sleep - without getting up to feed the kitty. Greyson is weak from hunger when he decides to take a sip of water from the cup Mom has tried to hide. 

The cup teeters on the edge as Greyson presses his head deeper. Suddenly gravity takes over and water splashes onto the bed and sleeping Mom. 

Mom leaps from the bed is shock. She realizes what happened and instead of yelling she snuggles the hungry cat. 

MOM
Oh Greyson, Finny used to do that too! Has she been telling you what to do? Let's get you some food buddy...

A seed is planted in young Greyson as he wolfs down his early morning meal. Already he plots his next move...

Fade Out

4.07.2014

Trouble Starts with Telephone



So this afternoon Mom was on another annoying conference call during our snack time. She also seemed stressed so naturally I decided to help.

I took up position behind her monitor and started to chew at her power cord - this is always a real attention-getter. All of a sudden I noticed this vile bitter taste on my tasty power cord. I took a little lick at the narrow, but very desirable iPhone charger and it tasted bad too!

I'd have sworn Mom looked - smug and satisfied. Surely I misjudged her.

She did nothing to end her conference call and dole out our snacks. Greyson and I were getting hungry! So as I wandered through Dad's office on the way to my empty dish I spotted the Mother Lode of cords under his desk!

I am generally forbidden to go under his desk and suddenly I knew why. It was like a buffet!

Meanwhile in the office... Mom noticed our house line suddenly go off the hook. After she got off her call, and tended to our needs, she began to search for the off the hook phone.

Heh, heh. Who knew if you chewed through the modem cord it would cause such a fuss? Best part is there is a tasty NEW cord under Dad's desk with my name on it. Thanks Mom, you shouldn't have!

Mom here: I did not get the cord for you Quill! It has already been fumigated with bitter spray and another trip to the hardware store for counter measures is planned. He is such a good boy, but little cords and strings bring out the troublemaker in Mr. Quillbert J. Naughtyman. We have all variety of plastic sheaths cord covers, but Quill is a cord hunter and finds our vulnerabilities in the tiny back area you can't even imagine he can get into. He is big - but his ways are small and crafty. I so worry he is going to shock himself!

The bitter spray is new in the war and it does seem to be helping. He had not chewed in awhile. Then he was not feeling well a couple weeks ago and he got back to trying. I've been giving them treats with grass because I wonder if he is trying to eat grass-like items.

4.03.2014

Floofy Friday

Quill


Friday is that you? Yippee! What about this pretty box Mom added to her desk to wrangle her mess? Well yes, I fit on it just fine, and I agree, it does looks good on me.

Now where was I? Oh yeah, boy are we ever happy to see you this week! Mom especially, she keeps saying she's having a "rough week" at the job. Seems pretty much the same as the other weeks to me, she's still talking and typing... but I have tried to be extra helpful.

How Friday? Well I've been very diligent during tense conference calls to chew on her laptop's power cord. Way in the corner behind her monitor - where she can't reach me and stop me from my task. Even after she put bitter spray on it - I still give it a big effort. You can help if you want, plenty of bitter cords to choose from back there. Greyson is totally uninterested in helping me. He claims napping on the shelf is help enough - babies.

How's this helping?

4.02.2014

The Bug-A-Boo Show

Greyson here.

Pretty much everyday (at least once) I entertain the family with The Bug-A-Boo show.

Everyone gets really excited. My parents yell out things like "OMG, he's at it again!" and "Take cover Quill!" as I perform the warm up. I usually start by wandering around the house calling out "Brrrrrr-Ra-Uo" to announce the show is about to begin.

I knock pieces of kibble out of my dish and onto the floor. I bat and chase them all over the tile - there is no escape - unless I knock out a few. I often walk on two paws (the back ones) so I can pounce. Sometimes I dig furiously at the tiles, this makes Mom laugh. The biggest laughs come when I start to run! Sometimes my back paws spin out of control for a few minutes till I get traction.

Then I shoot out of the kitchen and tear through the house at warp speed. I send tufts of carpet flying through the air. This gets the family really excited.

Dad yells out encouragements like "Knock that chit off!" or "Stop ripping up my carpet!" While Mom is more like to yell out "Gird your loins, he's coming!" or "Stop leaving your food everywhere!"

I make the full loop, racing over and under furniture and then head back to the kitchen to start all over.

Everyone loves The Bug-A-Boo Show. Even Quill likes to watch (from a safe distance). Anyone want to buy some tickets to the show?

4.01.2014

Woobie War Wednesday

Sunday Night

Greyson sprawls on the wobbie blanket, trying to take up as much room as possible. Quill hops on the bed and sighs audibly.

Greyson stretches from tail to tip to take up even more space - even unfurling his paw toes to a full stretch.

Greyson: Oh Quill, hope you don't mind sleeping by the feets tonight... I'm already stretched out here...

Quill: The feets? (sighs again) Okay.

Quill settles by Mom's feet, as he stares longingly at his woobie.

Tuesday Night

Quill jumps on the bed with Greyson right behind. Quill heads straight for the feets.

Greyson: What are you doing down there? You can have the corner...

Quill: No that's okay. Turns out the feets are awesome!

Greyson: Really?

Quill: Yep. You know how Mom likes to reach out in the middle of the night for pets? (Greyson nods) Well that can't happen down here. I mean I don't mind it, if you wanted to avoid those sleepy mitts, I'd be willing to trade...

Greyson: Okay!

Quill settles in at the Arms and accepts his Mom's cuddles, a little smile on his face. Greyson's eyes narrow in suspicion.