Floofy Friday

Oh hey Friday! It's me Greyson. We're just eating our meal.

What's that Friday? You're wondering why we're eating bi-level? And why the little mancat has to eat on the lower level at that? It's such a great question. Seems I am accused of being a little piggy. You see when Mom fed us on the same level I would try to stick my tail in Quill's food, wolf down my food, and then nose him out and finish his food. Nothing wrong with that... but of course Mom sides with Quill. 

She says he is such a sweet boy he'd never eat but...

Quill: Psst! Greyson!

 

Well Friday I think you can see he's not as innocent as Mom thinks...

Wordless Wednesday

Heh, heh... It came that way...

Taking Turns Tuesday

Fade In

Two kitties sit waiting impatiently for their Mom by the closed front door. Both kitties stand in anticipation as the hear the sounds of a lumbering human coming up the walkway.

Greyson: Psst! Quill if we work together we can both get outside like we did the other day. 

Quill: Huh?

Greyson: Look she only has two hands, and to catch us both she'd need four... Are you in?

They both turn to see the door handle jiggle. 

Quill: I'm in! You dart out first like you always do. As soon as she picks you up I'll dart under the chair on the porch. 

Greyson: Whatever she says about "going inside" just ignore her. As soon as she puts me down to pick you up I'll dart back outside. 

Quill: The door is opening - Run!

The door opens and Greyson darts for the walkway to the backyard. Mom foolishly trusts Quill not to run out and leaves the door open while she chases after Greyson. 

Quill darts under the chair on the porch and begins a slow inspection of every leaf. He ignores all Mom's pleading to "get in the house." As soon as Mom tosses Greyson in the house Quill moves further under the chair and Greyson sprints outside again. 

Rinse and Repeat at least four more times. Eventually a sweaty Mom manages to get all the pets back in the house... Until tomorrow...

Fade Out

Mom's Dad surgery update: Thanks for all your healing thoughts! They were able to place a plate on his arm bone and some pins and he is home for healing now! If you could spare a few more thoughts we would appreciate it.

Floofy Friday

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Hello Friday! I didn't see you behind my mancatly paw. 

Greyson is still pretty tuckered out after the big adventure yesterday. Of course this morning he howled the entire time Mom was on her walk. Mom said there would be no outside adventures today and I have to say I didn't mind. It's cold out there Friday. I sure hope you have mittens! Mom says it may even snow here on Saturday - something we've never seen. Maybe you need a scarf too? Enjoy your weekend Friends!

Oh I almost forgot! Mom's Dad is having surgery to fix his broken arm Monday morning so if you could spare some purrs and healing thoughts we'd sure appreciate it. 

Our Big Adventure

Quill here. You won't believe what happened! This morning started like any other:

• Litter box change - check
• Kibble set out - check
• Mom's walk with her sister - check

Greyson and I took up our posts waiting by the front door for Mom's return. Usually Greyson waits right next to the door and howls till she gets back. He tries to sprint out when Mom opens the door. I watch politely on the sofa - not a squeak from me.

Today a few minutes into Mom's walk Greyson jumped on the door - and it popped open!! We both stared in shock. Greyson yelled out "Thank Cod" and sprinted outside. Of course I had to keep my eyes on the baby - I was left in charge.

At first Greyson just played on the porch and then he started towards our back gate. I told him to come back inside (it was really cold!) but he insisted. About 10 minutes later I heard him yowling at the back door. I went inside the house and tried to squeak out instructions to come back to the front.

By now Greyson was FREAKED OUT and couldn't hear me. So I went back out to the porch and that is when Mom arrived home. She had seen a poster for a lost cat on her walk and thought I was the lost cat for a minute. When she saw it was me, and that the door was open she FREAKED OUT too.

She grabbed me and felt me up to be sure I was okay. I tried to tell her Greyson was on the back porch but she was too busy yelling "OH MY GOD, WHERE'S GREYSON!!" to hear me. She closed me in the house and went to the back gate yelling for Greyson. I guess she was plenty loud to hear cause Greyson ran all the way to the front door on his belly with his fur floofed in panic (something he later denied but we saw it).

Mom let him in and snuggled him too. Then we got a lecture about NEVER going outside without supervision. We also got a little pat for being smart enough not to leave the yard. Of course only one of us was smart enough to stay on the front porch.

Brrr

Cold Weather... Is that you?

It is! Looks like you're gonna be hanging around all week. Of course I'm happy it's you and not Really Cold Weather. Forty degree highs is balmy for a lot of our friends. I guess I'll have to forgive Mom so I can cuddle. She is hot like an oven!

Traitor Tuesday

Greyson here. You will never guess what happened on "Thanksgiving" over here!

When the neighbor showed up the night before to "get to know me" I was so excited that I started an episode of the Bug-A-Boo show right then. I rolled on my back exposing my belly like a pro. 

I was pretty excited for my first Thanksgiving with my family, so I was really excited when my parents both got up early on the big day. I had a great time playing in the suitcases, till Quill told me they were a very bad sign.

When he told me he'd been abandoned last year - well I couldn't believe they would abandon two handsome mancats to go visit a dawg (and other humans). Well I was wrong friends - so wrong. Our kibble was doled out by a neighbor on the big day!

When my parents returned from the gallivanting I gave Mom the back of disrespect. She is still getting half of the kitty cold shoulder from me too. Of course Quill was so happy to see her that he caved in minutes. We both think she is the responsible party, although it was Dad's family they visited. Thanksgiving indeed!

Mom here: My Dad fell on some ice and badly broke his arm. If you could spare some purrs so he can have the surgery and start healing up we would appreciate it.