Baby

Quill here. I thought everything was going to change when Greyson was no longer a kitten. Not quite. 

Every time he would nose me out of something (my dish, my spot on the bed, etc) I would call him out for a wrestle. Naturally I would win in a landslide. I have MOVES.

But as soon as I'd get the upper paw, Greyson would squeal like a baby. Of course Mom would hear and she'd tell me to let him go... "Quillbert he's just a baby!"

So I'd let him up and he thought it was fine to nose in the next time. On his birthday I realized - he's not a baby anymore! I didn't need to be the bigger cat and let it go.

So when I jumped on the bed and caught him snuggled up on MY woobie blanket I gave him a little chomp on the hiney.

When we were wrestling I had him down for the count. When he squealed I KNEW Mom would be on my side. Do you know what she said?

"Quill! He's smaller than you..."

Seriously? He's always gonna be smaller - does that mean I have to let eat my meal? Surely not - right?

Mancat Monday!!

Greyson here! That's right Friends!

I'm a year old today (we think)!

I am still much smaller than Quill, 

but I make up for my small stature with my BIG personality! 

Mom says this picture is a better representation of my personality...

I think she's right. I'm a mover and a shaker! I play hard and I nap even harder! I like everyone to know when I've entered a room. I call out with little chirps when I can't find my people and throw myself against closed door. I don't like when my people leave the house for even a minute. I like an audience for all antics.

So pull up a chair or a piece of couch and I'm happy to bring on the floor show. After the performance I'll chase you all over the house, then we can snuggle.

Let's party!!

Quill: If you want to eat anything, you better not let Greyson see you or he'll swoop in for the food grab. 

Floofy Friday

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Sorry Friday. 

Looks like Greyson is busy holding up the sofa and the wall. 

Next week my little bro turns a year old(ish).

I can barely remember how quiet life was before he arrived.

He's a good brother, even when he is a little irritating. 

I would like to be able to eat some food out of my own dish...

Wordless Wednesday

I love my boys.

Tuesday Tiffs

Did someone say claw clippy time?

Maybe after you clip Greyson...

Mom says I've been feisty the last couple of days. Me! Mom has started calling me Quillbert J Naughtyman. I am only responding to the feisty little mancat named Greyson. He has gotten it into his head that now that he is almost a full mancat that he can officially be in charge here at the H.C.

I am pretty willing to let him take the lead in many things - but blanket in chargeness? No. If that means I have to sit on him now and again - then I am up to the task. Lucky for him I am a gentle giant...

Floofy Friday

H-h-hi Friday... It's me Quillbert.

 

It's been kinda scary here at the H.C. Last night there was a full out assault on the front door. Little humans yelling things from the door and demanding treats. I remembered the terror from last year and I ran for Under the Bed. I tried to get Greyson to run too, but he didn't believe me. 

It wasn't that scary Quill... The wildest thing all week started Tuesday night when Mom and Dad returned from "The Airport." Mom came in and right behind was a second Mom-Like person. She sounded like Mom and even looked like Mom. Quill and I ran to OUR Mom and sniffed her to make sure she was our Mom.

So who was the N.O.M. (Not Our Mom)? Turns out our Mom has a sister that Quill remembered as "Aunt Jenny" all of which seems very suspicious. I mean Aunt Jenny lives in the phone - Mom talks to her on it all the time Friday. After a couple of days, just when I was getting used to another lap, she went back into the phone.

We're all a little sad that she's gone. I mean another pair of hands for petting and treating are great. Hope you didn't get too scared this week Friday.

Not Yet Floofy Friday

Quill: Psst Friday. Over here! We're hiding out under the bed.

Greyson: It's too dark for even the pawparazzi. But it's safe here.

Quill: Scary little humans are ringing our bell... and Dad keeps opening the door!!

Greyson: We'll post cute photos of us later, maybe tomorrow. It's been a wild week - there's been a Mom doppelganger here too.