Friday, July 28, 2006

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: ' 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 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.

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

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 know...we might actually be able to sniff eachothers butts or something...heaven forbid!


We got mail...

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

Friday, July 07, 2006


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?
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.