Happy Turkey Day!

Hope all you kittys out there have a great Thanksgiving!

Urg! I am stuffed and need a nap.

A Jack in the Box

Enough said?

Bored...

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

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

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!

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!

A Cat by any other name...

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!

Happy 3rd Birthday to my big fat orange brother.

~From your little cranky sister.

Please help out a fellow kitty!

If you can, please Help Franny

The Cutest Thing EVER!

Finally!

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!

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