Sickies!

Our beans are STILL sick. We sure hope they feel better soon, they are really starting to slack on their kitty entertaining duties.
They either need to hire someone to come in and play with us, or suck it up and break out some of our new christmas toys so we can play with them. HAHA, ok ok, the new toys are already out, but it's more fun to play when you have an audience, not just a couple of lazy lumps on the couch.
We got some awesome catnip toys, and some new mousies to play with for christmas, I hope all you kittys out there got some awesome stuff too!

Merry Holidays!

Happy Holidays from The Guyzos!
The 'beans in our family have been feeling under the weather for the past week or so, so I guess it's up to us to spread good cheer.
Hope everyone out there in bloggie land has a great holiday season!

More Nicknames

JACK: "When is our mommy gonna stop making up new nicknames for us?
It's getting embarrassing".

MEG: "Jack you are only whining because mommy is calling you 'Orange Jack CuddlePants'. Haha, that IS embarrassing...for you!"

Good times!

I am now a LAPCAT.
After 4 and a half years of letting my cranky sister get so much of my (our) mommys attention, I have decided to hog her lap myself once in a while.
Damn, why didn't I do this sooner? I LOVE being on mommys lap. There isn't that much room to move around, but I do roll over so she can rub my big tummy. I am asking you fellow kittehs, is there anything better than belly rubs?
I think not.
I have also decided to not be such a recluse when our umm..human 'bean brother is awake. Don't get me wrong, he is still loud and scary to me, but I no longer have the need to hide under the bed all day long. Sometimes he is even a little bit entertaining to watch. My sister is braver than I am, and gets closer to him, but even she doesn't let him TOUCH her.
Maybe when he gets a bit bigger and calmer.

~Fat Jackers

Pretty sneaky, Sis!

There is nothing I LOVE more than jumping into a fresh pile of warm clothes fresh from the dryer.
But lately, my mommy has decided to annoy me and not sprawl clothes out all over the bed before she puts them away.
She kept them in the hamper.
HA..didn't work, did it Mom? NEENER NEENER!

Jealousy! Momma Kitty Needs Help

Hi! Mommy Kitty Here.
I need help from anyone out there in the wonderful cat blogosphere.
Almost 11 months ago, baby Nate was added to our family.
That is enough time for kitty adjustment, right?
Well...if anything, my little Megs jealousy is just getting worse and worse by the day.
She isn't aggressive or anything towards Nate. (She pretty much ignores him)
But, she has been taking our her crankiness on her poor kitty brother, Jack. Jack is enough of a scardy cat, he doesn't need the added stress of a cranky sister.
I try and try to go out of my way on a daily basis to give Meg some extra attention. I know she is a kitty that NEEDS attention.
She naps on my lap for hours in the evening...and sleeps with me at night, but for her, apparently that is not enough.
She has taken to smacking up poor Jackie at night when he tries to sleep on the bed with us. (Sleeping arrangements are exactly the same as they always have been. She just decided it's HER bed)

Any advice on how to tone down Megs pissitude?
I love my baby cats, and don't want either one of them upset. I hate that Meg is feeling umm..neglected? and that Jack is living under the stress of being attacked.

No Sleep..Who cares?

Jack: Meg, you really need to be a little more considerate. Mommy hasn't been able to sleep the past few nights,and yet you still have to lie on her head at night, so she can't move.

Meg: Are you for real with this crap? Seriously, dude. It ain't my problem that she can't sleep. If anything, she sleeps better with me on her head.

Jack: Meg..come on now. Be nice to mommy.

Meg: Jack, zip it! After all, you are the one that goes all gooey and gives momsie kitty kisses when she can't sleep at night, and then proceed to try to play with me at 4am (while I am still on her head btw)so don't tell me I can't sleep on her head.

Jack: Yeah, well, you don't have to growl at me when I am just trying to play. Geezaloo!

Meg: Yes, I do. Or you will annoy me to no end.

Jack: Well, your growling at night annoys mommy.

Meg: No, your jumping on me at night annoys her & me.

Jack: *sigh*

So NOT Cool!

What the hell is wrong with people? Last night, I was having a nice evening. My brother 'bean had gone to bed, so I had time to just chill in my mommys lap and nap.
Then...out of the blue..BAM! BAM! BAM! KerBlooey! Pow!
It went on and on!
I am embarressed to say that I was the first one to run and hide under the bed.
Jack soon followed though.
My mommy said it was something called Fireworks,and tried to comfort me.
Yeah, it didn't work.
Why would people do something like that that scares even the bravest of kitty cats like that? WHY?
I couldn't even bring myself to come out from under the bed until morning light.
I think it was the first time ever that I didn't sleep in my mommys hair. (or at least in close proximity to it)
Stop it people. Seriously. Stop it!

~The Meg

Rearing its ugly head

My mommy keeps telling me that my 'tude is getting out of control.
What is she talking about? I can't help it if I deserve to have someone on call for my every need 24/7.
I think my MOMMYs 'tude is out of control.
Who does she think she is?? She is a pair of legs to me. Legs to nap on. And lately, I haven't gotten to nap on them as often as I would like. I think she is the one with some explaining to do.
This woman actually has the nerve...the NERVE, to go to work when I am following her around crying. Crying...telling her to stay with me. She still leaves...can you believe that??
I love my mommy and all, but she needs to get her priorities straight.


~The Perfect Megger-Pie

Furry Fighter Friday

We will dearly miss you, sweet kitty.

In Training

You KNOW you are doing your job training your 'beans, when you are sleeping on the toilet, your mommy comes in to pee, and tells you 'Oh, Meg. I will just hold it, until you are done with your nap!' (all the while I was thinking 'Damn, right you will')

Well done, if I do say so myself.




~Meg

Shiny Happy People

Our little brother is such a sucker! I tried to explain to him that he shouldn't stand for our parents dunking him in the bathtub every night. He should protest! But the silly kid just giggles and splashes water around. Actually looks like he is having a good time.
I just don't get it.
Of course, I have to sit on the sidelines and poke fun at him.
People will never learn...water is for drinking and drowning mice in...NOT sitting and bathing in!



~Meg

A Star is BORN!

We are honored and proud to announce that our little Meggie girl is a star. Her pics was posted on Stuffonmycat.com today! Go, Meg! Go!

Update:
Wow, now Jack has gotten in on the fun!

I like Boxes

My parents like to shop online.
I really like it when they do. It means I get boxes to play in.
They were being mean and put the last order they received on the kitchen table...out of reach.
Or so they thought.
WRONG!
If there is a box in the area, I will find it, have no doubts. Ok, I know you are thinking that this box looks a bit on the small side for me to fit in. It doesn't matter...no matter WHAT size...I like boxes. As long as I can fit my cute little butt in it, it's all good.

I have even taught my mom to leave me alone when I get on the table. Back in the day...before I had her trained...she would try to shoo me off of the table.
Can you imagine? Seriously, what was she thinking? No one can tell Meg what to do.

~Megsies

Damn boys!!!!

Why can't my brother just leave me alone? WHY? I just want to sit and mind my own bizniz, but hell no. Jack has to keep being a dillhole and has to keep trying to 'play' with me.
I am Meg...I don't 'play'. I am above that kind of thing. I 'survey' my kingdom..I don't have time for frivolities like playing.
When will that fat orange fool learn? I don't know what to do. I growl at him. I hiss at him. Nothing..he is still on my butt wanting to play. He is relentless.
What is a girl to do?
I just want to sit in my condo and chill, and look at what I have to put up with.

~The Meg

Makin' A Wish

Sorry we are a little late with this:

We were tagged by the wonderful kittys over at PB & J! Yeh!!!
So, here is OUR wish:



The Rules:
1. Think about what it is that you want more than anything, what your heart’s desire and fondest wish is, and what it is that you would wish for if you were to see the above wishing star flame across the night sky.
2. Right click and SAVE the blank graphic below.
3. Use a graphics program of your choice and place your wish on this picture:



4. Post the Make A Wish Meme and your wishing star on your blog along with these rules.
5. Tag as many people as you like so that there can be wishing stars all across the Blogosphere and ask them to please link back to Linda so that we can see what wishes others have made and share those wishes with others.

4 Years Later..Still Heartbroken

Mommy Kitty:

This was originally posted on my first blog 4 years ago this month
I can't believe that it's already been 4 years. Where does the time go?
I know that I now have 2 wonderful, silly kitties that I love more than anything, but, my Calli will always be extra special to me. I still miss him terribly.

It's funny the things I remember when I think about him now.
The way that every night when I would get up to brush my teeth, that he understood that meant it was bedtime, and he would go to the bedroom door and wait for me.
The way that he would NEVER check to see if he actually still had food in his bowl..he would just start crying to be fed. So I would have to pick him up and SHOW him his bowl.
The way that he loved almost any food on earth. Brussell Sprouts were the real shocker.
The way that he when he would come to bed, he would have to jump up on the right side of the bed, walk around the top of my head and then curl up in the crook of my left arm....without fail, every night.
I try to think about these things now and not about how bad his health got those last few months. Sometimes remembering that is still too much. He was a very brave kitty.
I just hope he is happy and being fed lots of food wherever he is right now.

'Callis Story'(original post)
I was 13 years old. Both me and my brother, Mike wanted cats. It had been a while since my last kitty, Mollie had passed away and it was time to make the house turn into KittyVille again. We drove to Saline, where a family had put a FREE KITTENS ad in the paper. We walked in the door and there were probably 7 kittens galavating around the house, as kittens do. We both picked one that we liked and were about to walk out the door to take them home when I turned to make one last look around the place. In the doorway to the kitchen stood one more kitten that I hadn't seen before. He was all black with the face of a little angel. (Ok, I know ALL kittens have those faces) As soon as I saw him, I dropped the kitten I had in my hands and knew HE was the one that I was supposed to take home. And man, was I right. I named him Calli. (Calliope Priscilla...don't ask, it's a long story)

My late teen years were filled with both divorces and more divorces and deaths in my family. Not the best of times you could say...but we all survived. Calli was there through it all..making me smile with his brilliant green eyes and never ending affections.

Those people that say dogs are the loyal ones, never met Calli. He brought new meaning to the term "Mommas Boy." I think we got along so well because I have always been the type to need to maul the cats that I have (much to my previous cats chagrin) and he was the kind of cat that needed have 24 hour attention and love.

Now, things weren't always easy for Calli either. He went through 3 rounds of having 'crystals in the bladder' which is pretty painful and can be fatal. But each time he would be taken to the vet and go through the treatment and improve and get back to his old self. These vet visits were always preceeded by the vet telling me each time with wonder in his voice, how he had never seen a cat that was so easy and friendly to help. (I guess all those years of Calli being mauled helped the vet in the end)

When I was 20 I started seeing this guy named, Dan. Months later, me and my best friend Cara moved into a little house next to the house that Dan and his room mate, Doug were living in. After living there for a while we all decided to have a party. Lots of people showed up and there was lots of alcohol consumed. During this party, Doug having drank too much accidentally stepped on Callis tail..making him let out a huge howl. I went to check on Calli who had run into the bedroom...only to hear yelling a minute later. I go back out in the living room in time to see Dan trying to start a brawl with Doug...telling him, that he can't mess with Calli because he loves the little guy. (as you may have well guessed..Dan was pretty schnockered himself) After that, I honestly had no choice. I had to marry this guy. It was like it had been set in stone.

As mellow with people as Calli is...other cats..that has been a different story. A few years ago, I had a neighbor who I hung out with a lot. She had just gotten a kitten (now a few months old) and we decided to get Calli and Harley together for a play date. Well....it didn't go too well. Calli didn't seem to care one way or the other but I think he must give out some aura of superiority or something because poor Harley became so nervous, he ended up throwing up all over in my apartment. There had been another cat named "Mookie" that always tried to follow me home from the laundry room...so one day I decided that I would let Mookie walk in the door with me and see what happened. Now Mookie probably outweighted Calli by a good 6-7 lbs. which is a lot for a cat. Mookie took one look at Calli sitting on the couch and ran for the hills. This really leads me to believe that there is a hidden cat language or hierarchy that we all just don't know about yet.

When Dan would be working long hours...it was always fun to make up and sing songs for Calli. He seemed to like this, no matter how terrible I sung. When you would sit down on the couch, or where ever, Calli had this habit or trying to stick his head between you and the couch..somehow he thought that if only he could get under you, he would be all warm and comfy. I guess he didn't understand the fact that he would also be crushed. I still don't understand what THAT was all about. Tiff and Calli. Calli and Tiff. You can't think of one without the other. Ever since I got Calli...vacation for me have been hell. I hated leaving him for any reason. When I would have to sleep somewhere other than home, I would have to put a pillow over my legs so I could tell myself that Calli was there.

The past few years, I think have been the hardest. Dealing with moving away from friends and family, 2 miscarraiges and subsequent infertility. All of the nights that I would be upset and sit crying..just seeing little Cals face would always put a smile on mine. Through it all, I knew, even if I never had my own biological child, that I would always have Mr. Calli. And I do, and will always have my Calli. Last November, Calli was diagnosed with cancer and these past few months had been the worst. Now that it is over though, I have to say I will even miss having to wake up multiple times in the night to either feed him or just to make sure he was ok and comfortable. I will just try to take solace in the 18 kittyrific years that we had together. As hard we they were at times, it was always bareable because Calli was there.



I LOVE YOU MUNKIN!!

Calliope Priscilla

11-19-85/03-26-04

My Middle Name is 'Danger'

You KNOW how us Burmese like the warmth, right? I have taken it to the next level.
My mommy keeps telling me to be careful, and trying to shoo me off of the stove. But I don't understand what all the fuss is about. I always wait until dinner is done cooking before I lie on the warm stove. It's not like I am trying to steal their food or anything. (Human food..bleck!)



~The Meg

Another PS from Jack:
My mommy found out who made those toys I posted about earlier, that I love so much. And YES, I am still obsessed.
Anyway, they are called Catnip Flippers by OurPetsdotcom.

Fun Times!

Hi all, Jackie here.
I am writing this as a public service to all kittys out there.
There is a new cat toy out there that you all have to look into.
This was given to my sister for her birthday. I have since claimed them for my own.
I don't know what they are called, but holy wow...best toys ever!
My mommy called me obsessed. She sat and played fetch with me for hours last night. I was in heaven.
Tell your beans, if they see these things anywhere, it's a must buy.





Peace Out!
~Jack

Where's my cake???

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MEGSIES! WE LOVE YOU VERY MUCH!!!!
Love,
Mommy, Daddy, Jackers and Baby Nate.

MEG: Yeah yeah..I love you guys too. Now, mom, sit down so I can take a nap on you. NOW!

_____________________________________________________________
It's MY turn! It's MY turn!
Today is MY birthday. I am 4 years old now. A big girl.
So, far it's been an ok birthday, I got to sleep all curled up with my mommy all night. I woke up and got my pressies and treats. To be honest, I think I deserved more, but......
Now I am sitting in the window watching birdies. All in all, not a horrible day.
I will say, my mom best be giving me some lap time today. I mean LOTS of lap time. That is all I want.
Oh and yeah, a huge hissy fit will commence if I don't get what I want today. (How is that different from any other day, you ask? It's not.)




A little PS, from the Orange one, Jack:
Hi. Jack here.
I just wanted to write and say thank you all for all of the birthday wishes.
I had a great bday..with lots of love and affection. I liked my catnips toys I got...but, of course, Meg stole them from me.
So guess what. I am returning the favor with her presents today!
Go, ME!

Go Jackie, It's your Birthday!

We love you, Jackers! & Hope you have a wonderful Birthday!



Love,
Mommy, ,Daddy, The Meg and 'Crazy Legs' Nate.


JACK:
Thank you. I love you guys too. (Even you, Meg) I can't believe that I am 4 years old! Where does the time go?
PS: Can you all believe that my mommy is making me wait until my daddy gets up to open my presents? How cruel!

Sneaky Sneaky Girl!

Meg here.
My brothers birthday is in a few days.
My parents went out shopping today and while I was rummaging through their purchases, I ran across something that I don't think I was supposed to find.
I found Jacks birthday present. Damn people...what, did they think I wouldn't find it?
Anyway, they made me promise not to tell Jack what they got him.
Promises Promises. I guess they will have to wait and see what I decide to do with this information.

~The Meg

Another one bites the dust

Take that, mousie!! That will teach you to mess with ME! Drown!!! Bet you didn't know a water bowl could be so dangerous!




~Jack

Happy New Year N Stuff

I know we haven't talked much about it here, but back in October, we got a new addition to our family.
Just recently I realized that this new addition was probably not going anywhere, so I decided to get a little more up close to see what we are dealing with. He can be pretty loud, but he hasn't done anything to freak us out too badly yet.
This is my new 'on guard' position. I like keeping him in my sight, so I know what is going on with him at all times.




They keep calling this kid our brother, but I don't see any fur.

~Jack

Hey Mom...this doesn't mean you expect us to start setting a good example, does it?
~Meggie