While the parents are away....

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*

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

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

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!

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...

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

Happy Birthday, Megan Girl!!

You've come a long way, baby!

Jacks Day after Birthday Morning Escapades.

4 am. Three times I had to get up, because I heard BOTH kitties on the counter. I am not sure exactly what they were trying to get, but they sure were persistant. Finally the third time I came out, I couldn't believe what I saw.
Jack was swinging/hanging from the top cupboard door. (Here is a pic to show you just why I was surprised)


I am honestly not sure why I was surprised to see this, or maybe I was just surprised that it wasn't Meg.

The Voices...oh, the voices!!!!

My mommy and daddy were gone much of the day yesterday. Me and my sister just sat around...we played, I bit her butt, she smacked me across the cheeks...you know, same old, same old.
When they finally got home around 7:30pm, they had a few bags with them. I figured it was probably toys for us, or even better, FOOD for us.
I was wrong.
They took this metal looking thing out of one of the boxes in the bags.
They took it into the bathroom....
Apparently, they had somehow snuck a person into the house..and then the bathroom inside this little metal thingy. (How do they do THAT?)
They tricked me. They KNOW that I don't like people coming into my house, it scares me. So, of course as soon as I heard this new 'voice' coming from the bathroom, I hid under the blankets in the bedroom. I was petrified.
Soon after, my mommy made the 'voice' stop and she came and tried to pry me out from under the blankets. That was no easy feat.
She was trying to soothe me by saying that there wasn't really another person in the house..it was something called a 'cd player' that was making it sound like another person was here. CD player?! She couldn't fool me..I knew she was lying. She always tells me crap like that to get me to come out of hiding. But she dragged me crying and scratching into the bathroom..and sure enough, I didn't see anymore humans than were supposed to be in the house.
People are so damn odd! Machines that sound like people talking? What will they come up with next...a machine where you can SEE people too?! Geez!
~Jack

Ya gotta just give in sometimes

I have been a pretty damn aloof little kitty lately and I think my mom was getting kind of tired of me being so pissy and uncuddly. (is that a word?)
So, I went ahead and threw her a bone today and slept on her lap for a while this afternoon. She ate it up.
I hope this fulfills my obligations for affection this week.
On the other paw, my silly brother can't get enough of this cuddling crap. I feel bad for my mom, because I know Jacks lardass makes her legs fall asleep when he sits in her lap. She doesn't seem to mind though.
~The Always Independent Meg~

I Miss You, Calli.

Just thought I would share one of my favorite pics of one my favorites kitties.
I can't believe it's almost been a year.

A Little Thank You

I don't know how people who don't have pets in their lives do it.
How do you (they) deal with lifes insanity? I honestly couldn't do it without my little guyzos.
No matter what bullshit is going on in my life, they make me laugh and smile. I know it all sounds terribly cheesy, but they are always my little window into happiness.
I mean, shit, how can you stay pissy when you are crying on the floor and your cat(s) comes up and plops themselves down on your head and starts eating your hair. It's impossible to do anything other than smile..even if it's only temporary.

Where's My Money?!

How can they use my cats likeness without my (or her) permission. I need compensation!

I told you they had fun @ Christmas

I sing to them purely for entertainment purposes...

Is it normal for a person to make up and sing songs for their kitties day after day?
I do this...and I have convinced myself that Meg & Jack appreciate it. When in all reality, they are probably wishing they were deaf, so they wouldn't be tortured by my horrible voice.
I am sure I find it much more entertaining than they do. And probably A LOT more entertaining than my poor neighbors, who can probably hear every off key word do.
By now, I am sure that everyone that lives in this condo complex knows that our cats names are Meg & Jack, simply from walking by and hearing me talking or singing to them.
To be honest, I am surprised that someone hasn't put together an intervention yet.

~Purrrrr~

The Sun Is Finally out..if only for a little while.
My daddy is finally home.
& I have taught Jack how to jump on the counter...thus getting him in LOTS of trouble.
Life is good.

~Meg

WAAAHHH!

Dammit!
My daddy is missing. He hasn't been home in 3 days now. I just don't know what to do with myself without him here. Whose lap will I sit on? Who will play hide and seek with me? Who will make me dance for my treats?? WHO?
Where could he have gone? Did I do something to make him mad at me?
My poor brother is devastated. Mom doesn't know how to play with his mouse on a string toy like daddy does. It's just not the same.
I sure hope that daddy comes home soon. Mom has been gone almost all day everyday and we are just kittens. We can't be left alone that long. Someone will call protective services.
I guess it's a good thing that our friends sent us some cool Barbie toys for Christmas. They have been keeping us pretty entertained. I think we even got the ass coming off of one of them already. Those suckers are tough..it took us a while, but that ass is finally unraveling.
Please..if anyone has seen our daddy, tell him to come home.
~Meg~

Conspiracy

Mew! Jack here.
I just had to come and tell everyone about the 'evil plan', me and my sister have been executing.
Our mom is a light sleeper and we like to take FULL advantage of that and torture her.
First of all, our daddy is now working nights, so at night now, there is this huge bed with just our little mom sleeping in it. You would think that would make us happy, you know, with all the extra room and all, right? Nah.
We have like 75/80% of the bed left to our disposal at night now, but you know where me and Meg sleep??? On mommys pillow. Not on our daddys empty pillow. Not on the rest of the empty bed. We plop our furry asses right down on moms pillow and move around until moms head is resting pillowless on the bed & we can claim said pillow in the name of kitties everywhere. No pillow for mom.
Not only do we steal her pillow, we have proclaimed 5am as 'Lets Attack eachother on moms head' time. It's great. Mom will be asleep, or as asleep as she gets these days...then BAM! Let the biting and clawing commence.
I will admit, it's usually ME who starts this game, since Meg is still a bit tired at this hour. Not me though. Hell no! I am at my rowdiest in the early morning hours. (Rowdy..hehe, isn't that the stuffed dogs name on Scrubs?) Anyway......Meg usually wakes right up and plays along. It's such a gas! Mom gets soooo ticked off at us..but we know that we have powers over her. She tries to kick us out of the room at this point, but that doesn't work. She shuts the door with us on the wrong side and that just isn't acceptable. I start scratching on the door like I am tunneling for freedom. I will do this for hours on end if I have to. It's that important for me that my mom to not get any sleep.
Daddy has a few days off right now, so we didn't have the bed to ourselves last night, but that didn't stop us. We let our poor tired daddy sleep peacefully, while still annoying the bejesus out of our mom. That takes talent.

A Trip To The Vet

Whew. Glad THAT's overwith! I have had kitties all my life, and have never had this big of a problem getting said kitties in their carriers. It was a workout. For all involved.
Meg wasn't too difficult. Her curiosity got the better of her as soon as I opened the door to the carrier, and walked inside it herself.
Jack on the otherhand is a lot more pessimistic when it comes to these contraptions. As soon as he saw the carrier, he headed for the hills.
It took a good 10 minutes of chasing him around to finally get him in the carrier and get the carrier closed.
And I'll be damned...in the car, the little Jackster learned how to meow..like a REAL cat. Not that sissy MEW grunt that he usually does, that me and Dan both find so endearing. This was a full blown 'Get me the hell outta here, or someone is going to pay' Meow.
The Vets office that we go to has 2 exam rooms. One for puppies and one for kitties. So, of course we were hussled into the kitten room. (Which was where I also saw Calli for the last time. I am telling you, every time I have to go back in that room, it's horrible. Bad bad memories.) But, I digress.
Meg was the first one out of the cage. She is such a good little girl. She was pretty friendly to the tech. and was happy to just roam around the room and rub on everything she saw and even found a pen to play with. While Jack was still cowering in the back of the carrier, looking like he thought armageddon was on it's way. Poor guy.
Both exams went off without a hitch. Both are healthy and happy little monkeys. Well, at least happy now that we are all home safe and sound.
Jack weighed less than I though. 11 lbs. (He sure as hell SEEMS bigger than that, and according to OUR scale, he IS bigger.)
Meg weighed more than I thought 8.7 lbs.
They are both now officially supposed to start on CAT food and not KITTEN food. Does that seem right? I always thought they were supposed to be on kitten food until they were a year old.

Anxious Kitty Cat

Given the fact that Jack is the cat that always hides when someone comes over, or even walks by outside, I just assumed that out of the 2 of them, HE was the anxious, up tight one.
I was wrong.
The more I am thinking about it, the more I am realizing what a needy little girl, my little Meggers is. She isn't happy being alone. Not happy at all. She has turned into a little monster cat of need.
Her NEW trick is, when she sees you put your shoes on, or grab your keys...she blocks the door. Apparently she thinks all 7/8 pounds of her can stop me & Dan from leaving & the door from opening. (I never said she was the brightest kitty)
It's SOO hard to leave when you know how very very much she doesn't want you to go.
And when we get home, she is the first one there to greet us too. Or is that the first one to YELL at us upon our arrival? (Where as Jack is too sound asleep to give a crap..unless he hears his food container being opened.)
If me or Dan are sitting down, you can be sure to find her on our lap. She CAN'T sleep if she isn't near someone.
I hate to give in to this type of behavior, but dammit, she's cute. I am thinking of trying to find a 'work from home' job. EVERYONE would be happy then.