Pretty Sneaky, Daddy!

Our daddy is pretty quick with the camera. I mean..if we would have known he was gonna snap this one, we surely would have ran for the hills. We like our pictures taken individually, not together. We give him credit for pulling this one off.


In other news...we got lots of catnip for christmas. Oh man. That is some good stuff. We have both been walking around in a catnip haze for days now. It's awesome.

Santa Claws

For the third year running...we have more presents under the tree, and in our stockings than our parents do. That's what us kittys are for though, right...to spoil. I do have to admit, and I think Jack will agree that the wrapping paper is the best part of Christmas.




Happy Holidays to our fellow Kitty Bloggers out there!


~Meg & Jack

Take THAT!

If my silly brother thinks he can out 'cuddle' me...he is sadly mistaken.
The past 2 nights I have cuddled up and slept with my mommy from the second she went to bed, to the second she woke up. I know for a fact that Jack can not stand still for that long. (I wonder if that is why my mom calls him Mr Antsinthepants.)
Sorry, Jack...but you will not win this battle. Unless you start taking ritalin or a horse tranquilizer in the near future, you are toast!
I will even pull out all the stops and start purring more if I have to. You know mom can not resist the purring.



~Meg

The Orange One Takes Over!

My sister is no longer the 'lovey dovey' one in our family. I have decided to take it upon myself to overpower her and become the family cuddlekins.
If my mom is on the couch, I am on the couch. If my daddy is in the kitchen, I am in the kitchen. If my mom is peeing...I am in the bathroom. I am no longer to be considered a 'recluse'. I am now a full blown attention hog...and loving it.
Watch out, Meg....


~Jack

They're back!

For years now, my favorite toy has been pink sparkle Barbie mice. They are the best.

But for many months now, I haven't had any to play with.

At least, that is what I thought.

Last night, my parents went out to buy me some new toys....and while they were putting some new ones away, I saw that my daddy had a friggin' buttload of these mice stashed in a cupboard in the kitchen.

They saw how excited I got when I saw my much missed mices, and threw a few of them on the floor for me to play with.

That is just what I have been doing since yesterday afternoon......

Oh Barbie mice...I love you...to death!

~Jack

Orangie goes on a diet

Our parents dragged us to the vets office this past week, much to our chagrin. Don't worry, it was only for a check up. Still....it was horrible.
Being shoved into that carrier...oh the horror!
Both me and my sister screamed the whole way there.
There was a new vet at the office who we hadn't seen before. She was very nice and talked about how 'Princess-like' my sister is...the biggest comments she had about ME, you ask? She wants my parents to put me on a diet. She called me chubby. The vet tech called me a 'Heavy Weight'. What is wrong with these people. I work out (play) like a fiend. How can I be overweight? My sister is the 'sedate' one of us...how come she isn't fat? I just don't get it. The whole thing was just all too humiliating.

~Jack

Braveheart!

Everyone around here has a big laugh at what a little chickenshit I am, right?
Well, today out of nowhere, I had a brush with braveness. It was pretty sweet.

Me and my sister were hanging out on the balcony with our mom, minding our own business, when out of the blue, my sisters boyfriend, Peachy decided to make an unannounced visit. He jumped up on our balcony to say 'Hi'...and it pissed me off.
You know, it's MY turf and all.

Peachy tried to play nice...you know, sniffing eachother and whatnot. I was having none of that crap. I puffed myself all up and had a big ol' hissy fit on his ass. You should've seen him. He was scared. I actually scared someone. I don't think Meg was impressed, but my mom told me that as much as she likes Peachy, she was proud of me for not running and hiding under the blankets.

I am such a badass.

~The cat formerly known as Wussyboy, Jack

Americas Next Top Model....

My mom did one of my favorite things in the whole wide world this morning.
She brushed me. Ooohhhhh, how I LOVE being brushed. Love it, love it, love it!
I even purred.
Afterwards, I had to sit and admire what a fine job mom did with the brush.
I am so beautiful.

~Meg

Tag...

We were tagged by the lovely furbabies over at 'The Zoo', so here goes: (sorry it took us so long.)

Here are the rules: The player of this game starts with "5 weird things/habits about yourself and your humans." At the end you need to choose 5 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave your victim a comment that says "you're tagged!" in their comments and tell them to read your blog.

Meg:

1.) I bite my nails.
2.) My favorite thing is warm clothes fresh from the dryer.
3.) I don't like people food. (How do they eat that crap?)
4.) I like hiding on my parents to see them freak out trying to find me.
5.) I like sitting in front of the door for no reason...just to make my parents wonder what's out there.

Jack:
1.) Playing is my life.
2.) I love sleeping under blankets...that is how I got the nickname, LUMP.
3.) I am scared of something about 70% of the time.
4.) I like going out on the balcony, but only under parental supervision. (See #3)
5.) My favorite spot to sleep is my parents dresser.

The Mom:
1) I bite my nails, too Meg.
2) I am useless without coffee
3) I can't sleep without kittys wrapped about my head.
4) My favorite things are catnaps.
5) I love Green


We tag anyone who wants to play.........

An Open Letter to our Mom

Mom. You are a ho. Yeah. You heard us correctly...a big ho.
Mom, don't think we don't smell the other cats on your when you come home from work....or go out to get the mail....or go to the store. We aren't stupid.
We notice the gang of cats hanging outside our place day and night.
How dare you go outside and pet these random cats and then come home and expect to pet US, too. EW. Do you really think we want their cooties?

And you wonder why we like our Daddy more. He knows how to keep his hands to himself...off the other kitty cats. While you on the other hand, run outside in the middle of the night in your pajamas to stop kitty cat fights. These fights are none of your concern, mom. You know WE aren't involved in them, so you should keep your ass inside with YOUR baby cats, and mind your own damn business.

Love,
Meg & Jack

A PS From Meg: And mom, I know 'Peachy' is my boyfriend and all....but we aren't married yet, so you don't have to go acting like his mother-in-law already. Geez.

Meg, Jack and the Holy Grail...and when I say Grail..

...I mean playtime.

There were once two cats. They were brother and sister and lived with their mom & dad. One cat, Meg, was black. One cat, Jack, was orange. They lived a good, happy life.

The problem was that their daddy worked a lot. This made them sad, because it meant that they didn't get in as much 'playtime' as they would like. Meg & Jack, one day sat down and tried to come up with a plan to make their daddy stay home and play with them. They thought and they thought for hours. They could come up with nothing. They thought they had already tried everything conceivable. They tried being extra cute. They tried blocking doorways. They tried playing by themselves. (Clearly not as fun.) They tried hiding keys. (Ok, they THOUGHT of hiding keys, but the fact that they didn't have opposible thumbs, stopped them from carrying out this fine idea.)

Then one day, Meg had an idea.
Meg: 'Why don't we just ASK daddy to stay and play with us?'
Jack: 'Yes. Yes! That is a great idea, Meg. I mean, WHO could deny these cheeks?!' *Pointing to his own puffy little cheeks*
Meg: 'How should we ask him?'
Jack: 'I am not sure yet.'
Meg: 'Umm..how about..."Bring out your dead..mice. Bring out your dead....mice!"'
Jack: 'Meg, that is just plain dumb. Our mice are already OUT. D'er!'

They decided they would ask their mom what she thought would be the best way to ask.

Mom: 'Guys. Daddy is very very tired when he gets home from work. He loves you, but he needs to sleep.'
Jack: 'Yeah, and WE need to play. Suck that! You're no help!'
Mom: 'Maybe bring him a gift?? A pepper plant maybe? You know how he loves peppers.'
Meg: 'Bring him a shrubbery?'
Mom: 'I guess...in a sense....'
Meg & Jack: 'Nah. We will just whine.'

The next morning, when their daddy got home, they jumped into action.
They danced circles around their daddy, wanting his attention. Meg followed daddy around and rubbed on walls. Jack had another plan.

Jack: 'Na!'
...a few seconds pass.
Jack: 'Na!'
...a few more seconds pass.
Jack: 'Na!'
Daddy: 'Don't you mean NI?'
Jack: 'Oh, for crying out loud. I am a cat, how damn picky can you be about my vocabulary? Na!'
Daddy: 'Do you want to play, Jack?'
Jack: 'Na!'
Mom: 'I think that means, hell yeah!'
Jack: 'Na!'
Daddy: 'Ok, Jack. We will play.'

The moral of the story?
To all you kittys out there who want to play....
Just become a Cat who says NA.

My Boyfriends back...

So, I see that orange brother of mine has been in here smacktalking me again. SOOOO not cool, dude. Bite me! Ooh, that's right. You did...that is why I have to keep screaming to our parents...Jackass!

In happier news, I have no pics to show you all this time, but me and my boyfriend, Peachy still have a 'thing'.
He sits outside on the sidewalk below, and I sit in the window...and we stare at eachother lovingly. Is this what love feels like?
He is such a handsome kitty. I think my mom really likes him too. Peachy is totally brown nosing her....running up to see her when she leaves for work, or goes to get the mail....she eats that shit up. My dad on the otherhand is being the typical overprotective father. He tries to makes sure Peachy doesn't 'get too close' to the door...you know...we might actually be able to sniff eachothers butts or something...heaven forbid!

~Meg

We got mail...

We got a new magazine in the mail today...look what we found in it....

Revenge

Can you believe it....our mom is still playing with us...constantly. Me and my little sister and totally digging it, too. I have even started to do my 'I want to play NOW, dammit, so break out the friggin' toys' whiney cry for her....and she listens. We are 2 fat, happy little kitty cats these days.

Speaking of my sister, she started doing the 'Jack is killing me...please make him stop' scream to our parents whenever I would even look at her...and I think mom and dad finally cought onto the fact that I wasn't even near her. Meg just wants to see me get into trouble. (Damn sisters!) I got her back though.
Shall I tell the story?
Yes?
Ok.
My mom and dad keep the bathroom door shut at all times because they know that I can't control my urges to get in there and open every cupboard in sight to investigate. They say there are things in there called medicines that aren't good for kitty cats. Phhmmt. Whatever. Anyway....
My sister can't figure out how to open the cupboards, but she does LOVE hiding out in the big cupboard in the bathroom and sneaks inside it whenever possible. The other day, she snuck in and mommy locked her in there by accident. I knew she was locked in there. You know what I did?? Not a damn thing. I let her little walnuthead stay locked in there. I could've opened the cupboard and let her out, being as mom had somehow left the bathroom door open, so I had full access. I heard her scratching on the door to get out and everything. I chose to walk away and wash my paws of the whole thing. Serves her right.

~Jack

Bullet with NO Butterfly Wings

First of all, I bet you never thought you would see a Smashing Pumpkins reference on a cat blog. What can we say...we are progressive cats.

Anyway....We have always had seperate uses for our parents.
Our daddy is here to play with us and take us out on our balcony now and then for some fresh air and maybe a treat here and there.
Mommy is around to stroke our huge kitty egos and 'ew & ahhh' at everything we do. Oh yeah....and to keep us warm at night...mom makes a mighty good pillow.

Anyway, the point to this post is that we think our parents are getting a wee bit confused about the roles they are supposed to be playing.
They bought us a new 'butterfly on a wire' toy the other day and our MOM has been the one playing with us the last few nights with this new toy.

Jack:'Yeah, and you are ruining the whole thing by eating the wings off that damn butterfly so soon, Meg! Geesh!'
Meg: 'Zip it, Fatso! You know I have no self control when it comes to insects.'

Ok..back to the story. With our mom playing with us now.....does that mean we have to start curling up with daddy now? Does that mean that our daddy is gonna start screeching with joy when he sees us after a long day at work and making us stupid ass songs about us like mom used to? (Please NO!) We are just so confused by this chain of events.

Meg: 'Dude...if mom starts taking us out on the balcony, it's gonna blow my mind.'

Newly Decorated

My brother, Jack wanted our new blog to have some sort of PINK theme.
I told him I would kidnap his Barbie mice and hold them for ransom if he didn't agree to green.
Green it is.

~Meg

Kitty Softener

My mom USED to get upset when I would hide under the blankets in bed.
But then she discovered something.
If she lets me cuddle and sleep under the blankets after she does laundry, she has a nice cuddly 'Spring Fresh' scented kitty cat. And who wouldn't love that?


~Jack (aka 'Lump')

A Great Little Story

I love reading these kinds of stories.

He's BAAACK!

I was curled up in bed yesterday morning, sleeping with my mom. And then I heard something. I ran to the window and ya know what I saw?? My secret boyfriend, 'Peachy' had come to serenade me. Too bad both my parents AND my brother were around. That kind of took the romance out of it. But still, it was nice to see Peachy again.















~Meg

Guilty!

Meg: 'Mom, honestly I don't know WHO shredded the roll of toilet paper. I really don't.'
Jack: 'Can you leave the room, Mom? I need to open these drawers to find your hair scrunchies.'

Jackass!

Get it? Jack. Ass.

Kitty Art

Now, which picture is supposed to be of ME again?

















~Jack

My New Favorite Thing

You know how Oprah has those annual 'Oprahs Favorite Things' shows?
Well this is the first edition of 'Megs Favorite Thing'...singular.

My mom said something about having a headache yesterday evening. She went into the bedroom and got this odd looking flat thing out of a drawer and plugged it into the wall. Of course, I had to investigate.
While my brother was more interested in trying to chew through the cord, I wanted to see what the main contraption was all about.
Oh, and I am soooo glad I did.
This thing was so warm and toasty...almost hot. (And you know how I love being warm. When warm laundry is brought in...it's the best to try to sleep in.)
Megs Favorite Thing: Heating Pads! Horray!!!!


~Meg

I hate today..

but, I am thinking of you, & miss you, Calli.

Peeping Tom.....Cat

My parents were still asleep. I was bored. I took a quick peek out the bedroom window and what did I see???
I saw that damn peach colored cat up in a tree peeking IN my window!
I started doing my little 'chirpy' noises, so mom woke up to see what I was crowing about. (I think she assumed, like me, that she would look out the window and see a bird or two. Not a kitty in a tree.)
'Peachy' looked all happy perched in that tree. I am still not quite sure how she got up there, since there aren't a lot of branches, but it looked fun.
We sat and stared at eachother for 10-15 minutes and then the fun was over. She jumped out of the tree down into the bushes below.
Maybe mom will invite her over for tuna sometime.

~Meg

Can you STAND it?

The cuteness that is.
I guess Meg decided that it was bath time for Jack. Boys are smelly, ya know.

Another Old Timer!

Happy Birthday, Meggie-girl!! You're 2!

~Two Years Old~

Happy Birthday, Jack.

I don't get it....

WTF?

I don't know if I should laugh (yes, kittys can laugh) or go back and hide under the blankets.

~Jack

Scared yet?

Can you believe that my brother still bugs me when I make THIS face?
















~Meg

What are YOU lookin' at?

I don't know WHY my mom keeps laughing at this picture. Aren't I cute? (Notice my little sister in the 'tube')



~Jack

And they say I am the clumsy one.

My parents are always saying that my brother, Jack is the graceful one and I am a little spaz. Spaz...you can believe that? The nerve!
Anyway, this evening while my daddy and Jack were playing, Jack was doing his usual somersaults and jumping around, when he jumped in the air to catch his mouse and umm....came down head first on the floor. SMACK! The damn fool just kept on playing too, like nothing happened. I would've been so embarressed that you wouldn't have been able to pry me out of hiding for days.
A lot of things are acceptable for kittys these days, but landing smack dab on your head isn't one of them.
Now, I have dome some silly things in my time, but nothing that could leave me paralyzed.

~Meg (The sane one)