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)

I found the best pillow....

Mom.


















~Meg

Damn brothers!

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

Minor in Possession

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

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'

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

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