Saturday, November 27, 2004

Proud of my little girl!

Last night we had some friends over w/ their 2 year old. I was a little scared about this because of Megs tendancy to let the claws fly. I am so proud of her because she was just the perfect little kitty. She followed the little toddler around and played w/ her without being rough and rubbed on her. It was the coolest thing. I was so proud of her.

Meanwhile..Jack hid under the blanket on the bed the whole time our company was here. I don't know WHAT is wrong with that boy.

Thursday, November 25, 2004

He went and did it...

The kittens are only 8/9 months old and they are now offically on their 'second' kitty condo. I admit that their first one was pretty torn to shreds but they still seemed to enjoy playing in it.

Dan called me at work yesterday and told me that he had gone out and bought a new one..a bigger one. This one has 3 little tube/hole thingys and then a little platform on the top. (Which is now, Megs perch) Oh, and speaking of Meg, when I asked Dan why he went out and spent that kind of money..he told me 'Meg made me do it. She has been telling me she wants a new condo for some time now.' Yeah, likely story. That little kitty sure has Dan snowed. SUCKER!

I can already see bad things happening w/ this one though. It's much taller so, the cats can see the top of the counter from the platform. Which is where Dan leaves their toy mice...on the counter. I can already see the wheels turning in Jacks head on how to get from the condo to the counter. It's only a matter of time folks.

Monday, November 22, 2004

What is this about anyway?!

Ok. I have another blog called 'Try Whistling This'. In it, I realized I was talking so much about my cats that I should just go ahead and start one JUST for THEM to keep track of their goofiness and goings ons.

If you read 'Get Fuzzy' at all, you will know where I got the title of this blog.

I am not sure exactly how or even IF this blog will shape itself. That, we will all have to wait w/ baited breath to see.

So..let's start w/ some pics.

Calli. And Yes, this is how I remember him. I can't tell you how cute I always thought it was when he would sleep with this little tongue sticking out like that. Sometimes I think he just did it, because he knew I thought it was cute. Calli died at 18 years of age this past March. But this is still how I want to remember him. Cuddled, warm & Happy.

This is Meg. After Calli died, the house was just TOO quiet without kitties around. So we went out and found this little hellion. She is little..but has big claws. If ya know what I mean. OW!

And last but not least, here is Jack. Meg needed a partner in crime. We thought Jack would fill that roll. Too bad he is such a pansy cat. Being 12 lbs already at only 8 months old, you would think that he would have a little more of an attitude. Nope. He goes and hides if he hears the slightest noise out of the ordinary. Poor thing..gotta love him though. I guess he needed us as his protectors. I am honored to have the job.