Monday, December 12, 2005

I found the best pillow....



Friday, December 02, 2005

Damn brothers!

So, the other morning, I was minding my own damn business, not doing much of anything when out of the blue, my brother, Jack just jumped on me and tried to literally bite my little head off. I swear that boy has ADD. He didn't just do this once...oh no....try about half a million times.
I finally had had enough and just growled at him and hid under my parents bookshelf.
Growling didn't stop him though. I growled and growled and it only seemed to provoke him more. (My mom said that the whole scenario reminded her a lot of HER brothers.) Finally my mom intervened and set me in her lap so she could protect me. (She IS good for something, I guess.)
Well, this morning Jack found an even more annoying way to antagonize me.
I was trying to do I say this....use my litterbox, when I see Jack come in, jump on the hood of our litterbox and start smacking me from on top.
Did you hear me? He started smacking me while I was trying to take a crap.


Monday, November 28, 2005

Random Acts of Cuteness

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Minor in Possession

I just tried to break into my parents 'wet bar', but didn't succeed because I got inside and since it was dark in there, all I ended up doing was knocking over about a million wine glasses and my mommy caught me. i didn't have time to find the bottle of gin I was looking for that I know mommy hides in there either!

Friday, November 04, 2005

A New Trick

I recently discovered that I can...umm...what does my mom call it?....oh yeah, PURR.
Now, since the first day I was brought home, I knew I had my daddy under my spell. With this 'Purring' thing, I learned that I can now control my mommy too.
For some reason this little noise I make makes her all goo. People are so damn strange. My brother keeps telling me to use these newly found powers for good, not evil...but, I AM a black cat after all. **PURRRRRRR**


Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Analysis of a 'Super Kitty'

Thursday, October 20, 2005

Cats gone....umm....tame?

Just to make our silly parents happy, me and my sister thought we would be nice and do something EXTRA cute for them. We didn't know they would pull out the damn camera.
My damn mom keeps blabbering on and on about how cute I am in the second picture, covering my gorgeous cheeks. (Her words, not mine) That woman is friggin' obsessed with my little kitty cat cheeks.


Thursday, September 29, 2005


Rest in Peace Poor Mousie.
I am sorry I killed you, but was fun.


Tuesday, September 06, 2005

When Kitties Dream

Christmas is coming. Eventually anyway.
Me and Meg have been trying to decide which one of these things to ask our 'sucker' parents for.
Maybe one of each? We deserve it.

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Kitty Translations

Our parents recently bought us a tent to play in. But I think our idea of playing and theirs are a little different.
When they say the word play, they think of 'hide and seek' or something lame like that.
When WE say play, we mean 'lets rip this MOFO to shreds!'

Other ways in which we differ?
When they say waterdish, they mean a place in which to store water for drinking.
When WE say waterdish, we mean a place in which to bathe ourselves and drown toy mice.
What? don't you other kitties out there dip your paws in the waterbowl to bathe yourselves?

When they say it's time for bed, they mean sleep.
Time for bed to us means it's time to chase eachother at full speed around the house, and run over the bed in which parents are trying to sleep about a million times.

When they say they have to go somewhere, it means them leaving the house.
To us it means, 'We better scream and throw a temper tantrum so they don't leave us alone.'...or possibly 'Let's be as cute as we possibly can be, so they feel guilty as hell about leaving us!'

When they say 'Are you hungry?' they mean, 'Here, have some DIET cat food.'
To us it means, 'Yeah, Hand over the treats, bitch!'

When we aren't in view, those silly people expect to find us sleeping on the bed or maybe even on the dining room table chairs.
Where we really are??
Hiding in the cupboard above the microwave

or maybe in the cabinet in the bathroom sleeping with the nice rolls of toilet paper.

~Meg & Jack

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

A girl needs her sleep

There is one thing that I agree with my mommy about. My daddy needs to stop snoring.
Everyone knows I love my daddy the most. He takes me outside and plays with me and gives me the GOOD treats. I love him. But my mom is quiet when she sleeps, so that is where I go at night. If mom is sleeping in bed, I sleep on her legs. If mommy falls asleep on the couch, I sleep on the couch...on her legs. If mom were to fall asleep on the kitchen floor, that is where I would be.
I am just a cute little girl...I need my beauty rest. That snoring crap is for the birds.
Now, if only I could get Jack to stop attacking me at 4am.


Saturday, June 25, 2005

Water...not just for the birds

Why do I keep getting yelled at for bathing in the water bowl? Isn't that what it's there for? My little feet get dirty and they need much more than my tongue can offer them.
My brother keeps getting yelled at over the water bowl too, although, he isn't bathing in it.
He is just throwing in all of his (our) toys and spraying water all over the floor and walls.
What's really fun is to watch when Daddy puts ice cubes in the water bowl. Poor dumb Jack just sits and stares at the ice cubes like they are aliens about to attack. I, on the other hand, am not quite so naive. I know they are really a project in mind control. How else could you explain a normally energetic cat just sitting in one place for such a long time, when they are not sleeping. It's unheard of. The good thing is that Jack actually leaves me in peace until they are all melted. It's great.

Monday, June 20, 2005


My mommy just found this and showed it to me. It was the day I was brought home to be with my new parents. Ain't I a cute little thing?

Sunday, June 05, 2005


Is it just me, or do you notice a trend?

Tuesday, May 31, 2005

While the parents are away....

Mom and Dad were gone for a few days.
This is just ONE of the fun things I got to do while they were away....and there was no one to tell me to 'Get off the fridge, Fat boy!'

Monday, May 02, 2005

The First Step is admitting you have a problem. *Updated*

My name is Jack, and I am a Playaholic.
A lot of kitties like to play. It's natural. But, I think I have a problem.
Day, Night, it doesn't matter. I need to play. While my little sister is sleeping, I attack her. While my mom is sleeping...I attack her. While my dad is sleeping..I attack my mom again. I just can't help myself.

Oh, and the poor poor toy mice I have tortured. They didn't ask for that type of treatment. Drowned in waterbowls. Asses ripped off. Guts pulled out. I have done it all. I need help.

I have now found even MORE ways to get into trouble.
Unfortunately, I got caught.
My daddy walked in on me last night while I was trying to knock the picture of my sister down off the wall in the middle of the night.
Then, my mom noticed this morning that I had been into their cd rack during the night also. Now, I just have to figure out how to turn the stereo on......

Monday, April 25, 2005


The girls in this household are greatly alike.
We both are very small...but curvey.
We both have brown eyes.
We both bite our nails.
We are both pretty vocal.
We both get excited when the phone rings.

But then again:
only one of us chews on electrical cords.
only one of us chases laser lights around.
only one of us uses a litter box.
one of us wants to eat spiders, the other runs from them.

Ahh, maybe NOT so much alike afterall.

Thursday, April 07, 2005

Scared Straight

Since day 1, Lil Meg has had to curl up on my pillow every night with me and nest in my hair. It's just what she does.
A while ago, I got a hair straightener and things changed.
I noticed that on the days that I used the straightener, she would sleep out in her kitty condo. (and believe me, Jack took full advantage of this...all the more room for HIM on the bed.)
I went back to curling my hair and BOOM...she was back nesting.
Have you ever heard of such a thing? Cats with a preference for curly hair? Maybe it's more bouncy and soft to sleep in when curly? It's a mystery.

Sunday, April 03, 2005

Bad Kittys! Bad, Bad Kittys!

I thought cats were supposed to be on their worst behavior when they were kittens.
Not the case for our little bundles of fur.
Meg & Jack are both over a year old now and they are getting into more trouble, more often than before.

Jack now loves to scratch on the bathroom door non-stop, just so he can make a break inside and try to scrouch up hair scrunchies to chew on.

Meg is trying out for the Kitty Olympic Nose Bowl Pushing Team. She may have a shot at the gold.

Now for the fun one...
Dan has kept a shoebox full of their toys in a cupboard above the fridge for a long time now and they just recently figured out that they can both get on top of the fridge and get SOME of these toys down by themselves. Of course, when they do this, everything else around them on the fridge comes crashing down....but hey, they got their stuffed butterfly on a stick toy...that's all that counts, right?

Thursday, March 24, 2005


We finally got our matching print in the mail today for the second bedroom.
We have had our 'Jack' print up for months and now we finally have our Meg, too.



Monday, March 14, 2005

Happy Birthday, Megan Girl!!

You've come a long way, baby!

Saturday, March 05, 2005

Jacks Day after Birthday Morning Escapades.

4 am. Three times I had to get up, because I heard BOTH kitties on the counter. I am not sure exactly what they were trying to get, but they sure were persistant. Finally the third time I came out, I couldn't believe what I saw.
Jack was swinging/hanging from the top cupboard door. (Here is a pic to show you just why I was surprised)

I am honestly not sure why I was surprised to see this, or maybe I was just surprised that it wasn't Meg.

Saturday, February 26, 2005

The Voices...oh, the voices!!!!

My mommy and daddy were gone much of the day yesterday. Me and my sister just sat around...we played, I bit her butt, she smacked me across the know, same old, same old.
When they finally got home around 7:30pm, they had a few bags with them. I figured it was probably toys for us, or even better, FOOD for us.
I was wrong.
They took this metal looking thing out of one of the boxes in the bags.
They took it into the bathroom....
Apparently, they had somehow snuck a person into the house..and then the bathroom inside this little metal thingy. (How do they do THAT?)
They tricked me. They KNOW that I don't like people coming into my house, it scares me. So, of course as soon as I heard this new 'voice' coming from the bathroom, I hid under the blankets in the bedroom. I was petrified.
Soon after, my mommy made the 'voice' stop and she came and tried to pry me out from under the blankets. That was no easy feat.
She was trying to soothe me by saying that there wasn't really another person in the was something called a 'cd player' that was making it sound like another person was here. CD player?! She couldn't fool me..I knew she was lying. She always tells me crap like that to get me to come out of hiding. But she dragged me crying and scratching into the bathroom..and sure enough, I didn't see anymore humans than were supposed to be in the house.
People are so damn odd! Machines that sound like people talking? What will they come up with next...a machine where you can SEE people too?! Geez!

Saturday, February 19, 2005

Ya gotta just give in sometimes

I have been a pretty damn aloof little kitty lately and I think my mom was getting kind of tired of me being so pissy and uncuddly. (is that a word?)
So, I went ahead and threw her a bone today and slept on her lap for a while this afternoon. She ate it up.
I hope this fulfills my obligations for affection this week.
On the other paw, my silly brother can't get enough of this cuddling crap. I feel bad for my mom, because I know Jacks lardass makes her legs fall asleep when he sits in her lap. She doesn't seem to mind though.
~The Always Independent Meg~

Saturday, February 12, 2005

I Miss You, Calli.

Just thought I would share one of my favorite pics of one my favorites kitties.
I can't believe it's almost been a year.

Saturday, February 05, 2005

A Little Thank You

I don't know how people who don't have pets in their lives do it.
How do you (they) deal with lifes insanity? I honestly couldn't do it without my little guyzos.
No matter what bullshit is going on in my life, they make me laugh and smile. I know it all sounds terribly cheesy, but they are always my little window into happiness.
I mean, shit, how can you stay pissy when you are crying on the floor and your cat(s) comes up and plops themselves down on your head and starts eating your hair. It's impossible to do anything other than smile..even if it's only temporary.

Tuesday, February 01, 2005

Where's My Money?!

How can they use my cats likeness without my (or her) permission. I need compensation!

Saturday, January 22, 2005

I told you they had fun @ Christmas

Wednesday, January 19, 2005

I sing to them purely for entertainment purposes...

Is it normal for a person to make up and sing songs for their kitties day after day?
I do this...and I have convinced myself that Meg & Jack appreciate it. When in all reality, they are probably wishing they were deaf, so they wouldn't be tortured by my horrible voice.
I am sure I find it much more entertaining than they do. And probably A LOT more entertaining than my poor neighbors, who can probably hear every off key word do.
By now, I am sure that everyone that lives in this condo complex knows that our cats names are Meg & Jack, simply from walking by and hearing me talking or singing to them.
To be honest, I am surprised that someone hasn't put together an intervention yet.

Thursday, January 06, 2005


The Sun Is Finally out..if only for a little while.
My daddy is finally home.
& I have taught Jack how to jump on the counter...thus getting him in LOTS of trouble.
Life is good.


Saturday, January 01, 2005


My daddy is missing. He hasn't been home in 3 days now. I just don't know what to do with myself without him here. Whose lap will I sit on? Who will play hide and seek with me? Who will make me dance for my treats?? WHO?
Where could he have gone? Did I do something to make him mad at me?
My poor brother is devastated. Mom doesn't know how to play with his mouse on a string toy like daddy does. It's just not the same.
I sure hope that daddy comes home soon. Mom has been gone almost all day everyday and we are just kittens. We can't be left alone that long. Someone will call protective services.
I guess it's a good thing that our friends sent us some cool Barbie toys for Christmas. They have been keeping us pretty entertained. I think we even got the ass coming off of one of them already. Those suckers are took us a while, but that ass is finally unraveling.
Please..if anyone has seen our daddy, tell him to come home.