~The Guyzos~

Hi there!

2010-03-13T07:25:00.001-08:00

Sorry, we have not posted in such a LONG time.

We are a little busier on our Facebook Site if anyone is interested.

We will try and post HERE more often.

& a huge THANK YOU for all of the Birthday Wishes! ~Jack

Hangin' Out!

2009-07-05T20:35:00.000-07:00

For those of you still out there, we are sorry we haven't updated in such a long time.
Our mommy has started working full time again, and it's very hard for us to update this thing on our own. Ya know, without the opposable thumbs and all.
There really isn't much to tell you all about.
Once again, we were NOT happy with the fireworks that neighbor 'beans insist on setting off.
We both hid under the bed most of the evening yesterday.
Anyway, here is some cuteness that our daddy just happened to capture with his camera a few days ago.
Every once in a while we can be civil to eachother....

Wordless Wednesday

2009-03-18T12:57:00.001-07:00

5!!!!

2009-03-14T08:41:00.000-07:00

A Big Happy Birthday, Princessgirl-Meg! We love you! (even though you are a crankpot!)

Surly Sunday...

2009-03-08T12:36:00.001-07:00

Can't we ALL just get along??

Apparently not.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

2009-03-04T07:09:00.000-08:00

A big, huge, Happy Happy Birthday, to our perfect orange baby cat, Jack!
We love you, big guy!!! I can't believe you are 5 years old!

Memories...

2009-02-21T15:41:00.001-08:00

Mommy just came across these pictures from when I was a little thing, and it gave her a laugh. I don't know what she thinks is so funny, that lamp was asking for it, I tell ya! (The last one, she just added because she couldn't take the cuteness!)

Easy Like Sunday...

2009-02-15T14:58:00.000-08:00

The Queen of Crank

2009-02-04T08:08:00.000-08:00

Yeah, by the subject title, I know you all already know it would be me, Meg, posting.
I think my mommy might be getting a bit frustrated with me lately. To be honest, I have been a little snippy.
The most recent thing happened 2 nights ago.
My mom had just snuggled herself under the blankets in bed so, of course, I joined her.
We had been lying there for maybe 2 minutes when my daddy walked in the room.
I kind of lost my mind on him.
I jumped up and started screaming and running around on the bed, as my mom put it, like a crazy fool. I was so afraid that he had come in to do something that would make my mommy get out of bed, and I didn't like that idea. I screamed and wailed at him to LEAVE! He wasn't listening. Oh, I was SO SO angry. I didn't think it would be a good idea to actually snip, claw or bite daddy, so I attacked the next best thing. My brother.
When will people learn that this is MY bed. MINE! Stay out when I am cuddling/sleeping with mommy.
I don't know what has gotten into me lately. I just feel like I have so little mommytime, that I have become a bit possessive.
How do I control these anger issues??

~Meg

Slacker

2009-01-04T07:31:00.001-08:00

Meg: Ok, Mom. Now you are just being plain lazy. You are feeling better and yet NO UPDATES? The world needs to know what we have been up to.

Mom: I know, Meg, I know. What do you want to tell people about??

Meg: Umm...How about it's a good thing Jack and I have fur because the heat has been all wonky in this place?

Mom: Yeah, it hasn't been fun, has it?

Meg: Ahh, it hasn't been too bad. Just gives me one more reason to be on your lap 24/7.

Mom: Yeah, I noticed.

Meg: Are you complaining?

Mom: Oh NO! I love when you cuddle.

Meg: Yeah, that's the right answer.

Sickies!

2008-12-27T08:26:00.001-08:00

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!

2008-12-24T13:11:00.000-08:00

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

2008-11-15T08:25:00.001-08:00

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!

2008-10-29T12:55:00.000-07:00

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!

2008-09-19T18:06:00.000-07:00

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

2008-08-20T07:27:00.001-07:00

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?

2008-07-14T11:21:00.000-07:00

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!

2008-07-05T10:14:00.000-07:00

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

2008-06-22T07:37:00.001-07:00

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

2008-06-13T19:57:00.000-07:00

We will dearly miss you, sweet kitty.

In Training

2008-06-06T16:21:00.000-07:00

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

2008-05-07T18:26:00.000-07:00

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!

2008-05-06T17:51:00.000-07:00

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

2008-04-06T07:32:00.000-07:00

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!!!!

2008-04-04T13:20:00.001-07:00

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

2008-03-26T06:25:00.000-07:00

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

2008-03-23T12:07:00.000-07:00

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'

2008-03-18T09:34:00.001-07:00

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!

2008-03-17T07:25:00.000-07:00

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???

2008-03-14T07:50:00.001-07:00

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!

2008-03-04T08:53:00.000-08:00

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!

2008-03-01T18:18:00.000-08:00

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

2008-01-31T08:18:00.000-08:00

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

2008-01-13T13:45:00.000-08:00

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

MEOWY Christmas!

2007-12-19T08:55:00.000-08:00

My mommy took some really funny/cute video of me the other day...but she is too stupid to figure out how to get it onto the computer. Geez, mom! LAME!
I will give you all a hint about what it was:
*Me
*Warm Clothes fresh from the dryer
*Kitty Pissitude
*A lot of growling and screaming

Oh..and once again, yesterday my mom had to go knock on Peachys moms door...it was raining again and poor Peachy was once again outside. What is wrong with that woman?

~MEG

Good Deed

2007-12-06T14:14:00.000-08:00

Our mommy did her good deed for the day today.
It started pouring rain a while ago. She saw our 'friend' Peachy outside about to be drenched..and scooped him up and walked to where she 'thought' he lived and knocked on the door. Sure enough..Peachys mom came to the door and was grateful that someone brought him in out of the rain.
The moral of the story??
Kitty cats MUST stay inside..especially when they could get wet and melt.

Happy Turkey Day!

2007-11-22T14:08:00.001-08:00

Hope all you kittys out there have a great Thanksgiving!

Urg! I am stuffed and need a nap.

A Jack in the Box

2007-09-01T10:07:00.000-07:00

Enough said?

Bored...

2007-07-18T19:25:00.000-07:00

What do all you other kitty cats out there do when you are bored?
Want to know what I do??
FIRST....I knock a whole bunch of books out of my parents bookshelf...

THEN...I just chill in said bookshelf....

The purpose of this was to annoy my mommy, but I think she just thinks it's cute.
Everything I do is cute though, isn't it?

A Weekend Kitty Conversation

2007-06-10T16:47:00.000-07:00

Jack: 'Hey, Meg'

Meg: 'What, buttwad?'

Jack: 'Did you hear the new name momsie has for me?'

Meg: 'Oh, is she calling you buttwad now, too?'

Jack: 'As if! My new name is 'Superbaby'!

Meg: 'Where did she come up with that crap?'

Jack: 'You're just jealous....Walnuthead!' *snicker*

Meg: 'Only Daddy can call me that...shut up!'

Jack: 'Daddy loves me more anyway...he only comes home from work to play with ME, ya know.'

Meg: 'He does not. He loves me more, he takes me out on the balcony to enjoy the sun!'

Jack: 'SO! He buys me toys all the time!'

Meg: 'And who plays with those toys?! ME!'

Jack: 'Only because you are a toy hog!'

Meg: 'Call me what you want, momsie loves me more, too. She lets me sleep on her head.'

Jack: 'Mommy calls me Superbaby.....and doesn't even yell at me when I steal her ponytails holders....and tells me I have the most cutest cheeks in the universe.'

Meg: 'Yeah, well. I am her girlbaby...and she says I am the cutest thing in the world when I scream at her when she tries to leave. Oh...and she eats it up that I sit and watch her get ready in the morning, and then purr when she brushes me when she is done.'

Jack: 'Whatevah..you can't compete with my fattness.'

Meg: 'Oh yeah? What about my pouch. Mommy likes my tummy pouch...it's cute.'

Jack: 'A pouch isn't anything compared to my fattitude....'

The Queen of Crankiness

2007-05-20T20:19:00.001-07:00

My mommy says that I have been a bad girl. Ok...maybe I was a little naughty and did something I shouldn't have, but I am cute, so sue me.
I kind of attacked my mom.
I was just sitting chilling out with her in bed, watching the tv, when my brother came into the room. I just really didn't want him there for some reason. I tried to let my feelings known through my growls, but no one was listening. He stayed in the room and it upset me.
So....I clawed my mom. I really wanted to bite her too, but I decided not to push it. Of course, that didn't stop me from nestling in her hair that night, like nothing had happened.
My mom came home from work today and showed me what I had done. She has claw marks on her hand and even a bruise on her arm from my freak out.
I am not really that ashamed of my act.
Maybe from now on, people will take me seriously.

~Meg

I do what I want!

2007-05-03T07:51:00.000-07:00

Mom! Will you please stop asking me why I keep hanging out in the bathtub?

I am 'The Meg'...I don't NEED to explain myself. If I want to hang out in the bathtub, I will hang out in the bathtub. You can't stop me.

It just doesn't get any better than this!

2007-04-21T11:11:00.000-07:00

A Cat by any other name...

2007-03-15T19:54:00.000-07:00

We have a question for any kittys out there reading this.
Do your parents insist on making up stupid names for you every five seconds and calling you by them?
I don't think we can even count the names our parents have come up with for us to torure us.

Mine (Meg) include the following:
Megs, The Meg, Meggerdoodles, Crankygirl, NutMeg, Megatron, The Megginator, No Neck, Spazzy McGee, and my favorite...Walnuthead. (They are sooo mean to me.)

My brothers are: Jackalope, Jackers, Jackiekins, The Orange One, Cheesey McFatterton, Fatty Fatterton, Orangie, & CheekyBoy.

Where do they come up with this crap? Seriously.
The joke is on them though...you should HEAR the names we call them.....if only they spoke 'Kitty'.

Happy Birthday!

2007-03-04T10:11:00.000-08:00

Happy 3rd Birthday to my big fat orange brother.

~From your little cranky sister.

Please help out a fellow kitty!

2007-02-18T09:11:00.000-08:00

If you can, please Help Franny

The Cutest Thing EVER!

2007-01-15T19:30:00.000-08:00

Finally!

2007-01-11T07:31:00.000-08:00

Since the day my parents brought me home, I have made a habit of sleeping all wrapped up in my moms hair at night. Me and moms hair get along very well.
But, in the middle part of last year my mom went and cut all of her hair off without my permission. Because let's face it, I surely would not have given her permission to do such a lame thing.
Anyway. It's been a while since she cut her hair and it's finally long enough for me to 'nest' in once again.
Ahh...life is good.

~Meg

Pretty Sneaky, Daddy!

2006-12-30T10:42:00.000-08:00

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

2006-12-22T09:49:00.000-08:00

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!

2006-12-09T10:23:00.000-08:00

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!

2006-11-28T17:47:00.000-08:00

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!

2006-11-12T07:39:00.000-08:00

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

2006-10-14T10:26:00.000-07:00

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!

2006-10-08T17:31:00.000-07:00

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....

2006-09-29T15:52:00.000-07:00

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...

2006-08-19T10:00:00.000-07:00

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

2006-08-10T09:31:00.000-07:00

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..

2006-07-28T07:17:00.000-07:00

...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...

2006-07-19T20:14:00.000-07:00

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...

2006-07-19T20:09:00.000-07:00

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

Revenge

2006-07-07T14:37:00.000-07:00

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

2006-06-30T07:21:00.000-07:00

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

2006-06-19T17:54:00.001-07:00

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

2006-05-06T10:20:00.000-07:00

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

2006-05-04T07:22:00.000-07:00

I love reading these kinds of stories.

He's BAAACK!

2006-05-02T07:50:00.000-07:00

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!

2006-04-26T07:18:00.000-07:00

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!

2006-04-15T14:05:00.000-07:00

Get it? Jack. Ass.

Kitty Art

2006-04-10T14:26:00.000-07:00

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

~Jack

My New Favorite Thing

2006-03-29T07:36:00.000-08:00

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..

2006-03-26T07:46:00.000-08:00

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

Peeping Tom.....Cat

2006-03-24T09:32:00.000-08:00

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?

2006-03-20T15:56:00.000-08:00

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

Another Old Timer!

2006-03-14T18:29:00.000-08:00

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

~Two Years Old~

2006-03-04T10:06:00.000-08:00

Happy Birthday, Jack.

I don't get it....

2006-03-01T19:50:00.000-08:00

WTF?

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

~Jack

Scared yet?

2006-02-14T21:25:00.000-08:00

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

~Meg

What are YOU lookin' at?

2006-01-24T19:52:00.000-08:00

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.

2006-01-08T21:22:00.000-08:00

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)

I found the best pillow....

2005-12-12T20:00:00.000-08:00

Mom.

~Meg

Damn brothers!

2005-12-02T10:05:00.000-08:00

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 umm....how 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.

~Meg

Random Acts of Cuteness

2005-11-28T10:15:00.000-08:00

Minor in Possession

2005-11-09T07:47:00.000-08:00

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!
~Jack

A New Trick

2005-11-04T09:05:00.000-08:00

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**

~Meg

Analysis of a 'Super Kitty'

2005-10-26T14:40:00.000-07:00

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

2005-10-20T19:36:00.000-07:00

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.

~Jack

R.I.P.

2005-09-29T07:54:00.000-07:00

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

~Jack

When Kitties Dream

2005-09-06T19:14:00.000-07:00

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.

Kitty Translations

2005-08-09T12:12:00.000-07:00

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

A girl needs her sleep

2005-07-26T07:26:00.000-07:00

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.

~Meg

Water...not just for the birds

2005-06-25T10:37:00.000-07:00

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.

Awww...

2005-06-20T10:36:00.000-07:00

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?

Anarchy

2005-06-05T17:24:00.001-07:00

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

While the parents are away....

2005-05-31T16:43:00.000-07:00

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!'

The First Step is admitting you have a problem. Updated

2005-05-02T10:23:00.000-07:00

Hi.
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......

Similarities

2005-04-25T10:18:00.000-07:00

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.

Scared Straight

2005-04-07T10:05:00.000-07:00

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.

Bad Kittys! Bad, Bad Kittys!

2005-04-03T07:29:00.000-07:00

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?

Awwww...

2005-03-24T16:47:00.000-08:00

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.

Meg

Jack