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. 

Last First

Dad:: Dig, dig, rummage. Pulls out pumpkins from the closet and dances about:: Yippee!

Greyson: What's he doing?

Quill: It's Boo Time - Halloween. He decorates the front yard before the terrifying little humans come.

Greyson: What are you talking about? Halloween? Little humans?

Quill: Oh my gosh - you don't know what Halloween is!

Greyson: No! I was born in November. My first holiday was one with turkey.

Quill: So Halloween is your last first holiday.

Greyson: I guess so. I'm going to be an official mancat soon. So tell me about Halloween and the little humans...

Quill: It's scary. They dress up and ring our doorbell and demand treats. 

Greyson: Sounds great I love to demand treats!

Floofy Friday

Hi Friday! It's me, Mom. The boys are kinda spent but they sure will be happy to see you when they wake up. I looked over the other morning and saw this....

I know Friday! Both of em napping together. I could barely stand the cuteness! I had to sneak another angle. 

Such a bummer on the flash though. You don't mind do you? I mean that's a lot of floof, flash or no. You just got here, and I'm already excited to see you next week!

Tummy Takeover

Quill here. I can't believe how rude Greyson can be. Did you see he posted a picture of his bloated tummy on my blog? Well I can show you some tummy friends...

Bad enough Greyson eats my kibble, but blog takeovers are just not allowed. Mom says I've trimmed down. Luckily there's still plenty of tummy to rub - plenty! Dad says I am over 36" long from stretched out front paws to back. I think that is like a mile of floofy white tum. Take that Greyson!

Meh Monday

Well Monday, you're back I see...

Maybe you'd like to take it a little easy... Maybe wait around for Tuesday? It's not that I don't enjoy spending time in the office with you and Mom, but you tend to make her a little stressed. The only good thing about her being a little stressed is that she likes to take kitty snuggle breaks. I like a kitty snuggle break. 

Of course the breaks are shorter when she is "working" which I don't prefer. I like an extended snuggle, where Greyson prefers to get in and out quick. To each his own - Lucky for us Mom is fluent in both snuggle styles. What about you, which snuggle do you prefer?

Floofy Friday

Hi Friday! Seems I'm in a little bit of trouble because of my desire to share meals with Quill. His meals, not so much mine. I've been told I'm a little hoglet. Me!

Me - after my meal (and Quills).

See Friday it all started when  I got here Mom decided Quill needed to drink more. She had this great idea to add water to his kibble. Quill loves it! He drinks all the broth first and then I swoop in and enjoy the water-logged kibble. Suddenly everyone starts yelling at me! 

The next time Mom prepared a little tray for me too. I totally ignored my tray and swooped in for the kill waited for Quill to lick the broth off - then I ate his kibble. I totally let Quill drink the broth in my dish! But then I pushed him out and ate my kibble too. 

I needed to sleep it off after that. As you can see I needed to let that tummy breath. I know I shouldn't eat Quill's share too, but it's really tasty. 

Don't worry Friday I won't eat your kibble - I'm still pretty full.

National Feral Cat Day

Mom here. Today is National Feral Cat Day in the United States. The day is particularly important to me since my sweet Quill came into my life.

 

If my boy hadn't been rescued by Kacie when he was just a baby, he might have lived a very different life. My big gentle boy might have been forced to fight on the streets to survive. He might have had to kill to eat, when he clearly is a pacifist. 

My timid boy might have lived in fear and run from humans - actually he does kinda does that now. He would have missed the touch of kind humans who love him dearly and would do anything for him. He never would have learned how happy a nice chin scritch can make you feel.

I can't imagine a life without my loving and sweet boy - and I'm glad I don't have to try to imagine it either.