What's outside? With spring slowly making it's presence known there are many changes in the happenings around the house. First of all we are on daylight savings time and that means there are hours of wake up sunlight time. Yeah! Second there are birdies returning from their long vacation south this winter . . .
. . . do you see them? Not one but two. Do you believe the size of those two birdies? Mom said they are geese. Here let me show you a close up . . .
. . . plenty of action outside now. These geese will make a nest and lay eggs. Wonder how many little geesies they will have?
Wishing everyone a very Happy Easter and Happy Spring. Hope you have a wonderful weekend!
Spyro: Mom got out our Easter toys and Rocio and I got all excited and wanted to play with them. Mom sprinkles the bunny with nip sometimes, otherwise we ignore it. Its the fevver-butt birdie that we like the best. We used to have two of those blue eggs. They come apart and Mom puts treats in them. One of us found out how to open the other egg, ate the treats and hid half of the egg. Mom still hasn't found it. Happy Easter EggSederGanza!
Today is our pal Kizzie's Easter EggSederGanza event here at the Tabby Cat Club. Thank you, Kizzie ... this is so much fun! I hope you all find lots of treat-filled eggs, and have a pawsome time celebrating with your families. Happy Easter and Chag Pesach Sameach (Happy Passover), everybuddy!
Awakened I was by wraiths whirling in my sleeping mind! "Timmy! Timmy Tomcat!" they cried out. "Give the land peace! End the rule of the Tyrant". I awoke with paws damp!
Clear it was that the time was nigh for a listen to the Kitties of the Realm and their Cries Fur Justice! The Rumpus has too long held sway! His stealing of the Treats, Whacking of the heads, and, worst of all, blockage of Snuggling with the Dad had to end!
Although I held fear a call went out to Tobirus! "Come away from Gladiatorial Training Cat. We would need your sort to bolster our ranks and help cast out this scourge to the land." He did so agree!
Such a resemblance to the Scape-Goat was uncanny. It cemented our resolve. We would CAST HIM OUT!
Et-Tu Buddy-Bud! Then Fall the Rumpus-Bump!
Thanks fur coming to our grand purrduction! We have a memento fur all our friends.
Well first off the Mexican Jumping Bean known as Who annoyed me so I was plotting to end his reign of terror, but my machinations came to naught as Mommy stepped on him and broke his leg. Now he is confined to his crate. I likes him crated.
Then I was plotting to takes over Youngest Boy Bean's room but he came home for Spring Break so now I am sharing his room with him.
I do not seem to be very good at plotting, but I always seem to get what I want so maybe I just leads a charmed life. ~Socks
Kittehs! It is the Day to Beware! Today IS teh KittIDES of March!
That sneaky, double-crossing day when a certain Mr. Caesar scoffed at advice to stay home, preferable Under Teh Bed. And look where it got him. One minute; calmly going about his Dictatorial Duties, ruling with his blissfully ignorant iron fist. The next; WHAMMO! 60 of his best homies taking him out. 23 times.
I gotta say, I am a sucker for this kind of dastardly planning. So in honor of teh day, will share wif you my upcoming plots and schemes to deal with my many Enemies of the State and the Repressive Regimes that try to keep Sparky Spitfire down. But not for long my friends. Not for long...
First up - I deal wif teh Goggie Next Door. I will start teh day by sauntering along the top of the fence line, close enuff to work Mr. Yaptastic into a lather of dog spit and bark-osity. then, i will leap onto his trash cans and pretend to break my leg, or somefing. when he lunges (as much as stubby little legs can lunge) for my throat, I shall bounce, effortlessly, off his fluffy head, knocking over all the trash cans. Then, while he's distracted by the opportunity to trash pick, I will prance around his yard and look for my missing cat nip mousie. I'm pretty sure I buried it in the sand box a while ago.
Score: Sparky - 1 catnip mousie. Mr. Yappy - 1 "bad dog! don't eat the trash!" scolding
Next up - the Doors. Why, on earf, would anyone build a house wif doors that shut on the wrong side of me? Honestly. It's like a conspiracy. Today, I will scratch a Sparky sized hole in each and every door. Kitchen cabinets too. I'm pretty sure I figured out the portable circular saw. pffffftttt. If Mr. Whatsisname can get it to works, so can I.
Next - The Evil Squirrel Cabal. Why, you little...I swear to COD I'm going to get you one of these days. Look at them - screeching at me, the little fur pigeons. I especially hate that one that moons me from the branch directly across from the bedroom window. Hey! I can climb trees too, you know! Oh! No you didn't! You didn't just throw that nut at me, did you? you flea-bag gangsta, just you wait...dang. They move fast.
finally - the biggest Opressor of them all - Mrs. Whatsername, Dictator Perpetuo. Were you aware that I am no longer allowed outside at night? At all? And that she sleeps soundly through all my polite and subtle hints that the party is just getting started at 3:00 am? did you know? well. there is only so much a kitteh can take.
That is why, tonight, I will sharpen my clawsies as I watch her closely...waiting for just the right moment - that interval of teh sleep cycle when she drifts off on a puffy cloud to dream land wif someone called Johnnie (not, let me repeat, NOT Mr. Whatsisname) and then CRASH! Oh. I'm sorry. Did you need that mirror? well, mebbe not. mebbe i did you a favor. frankly, you are not aging quite as nicely as Mr. Deep, you knows. 21 Jump street is sooooooo last century, woman, and so are you. Oh! how's that? you are tired of all my lip? fine. let me out.
score: Sparky - 1 mighty blow for truth and justice. Mrs. Whatsername: 1 cold sobering splash of reality
Okay, Kittehs! as you can see, I have another bizy day. WHAT will you be doing today, my Co-Conspirators? What eva it is, make sure it's a good and fiendish. Vive La Revolution!
I want to thank our great furriend Sparky for this wonderful IDEa! I love messing with the mom's mind, and now I have a reason to do it every month.
Recently I started taking the mom's spot whenever she gets up from her seat or her place in bed. If she's gone long enough for me to jump up, then its fair game! I look her straight in the eye with an innocent expression for that special touch. Of course, I love rejecting food I ate yesterday and giving her spasms trying to figure out what to feed me.
My all time favorite is messing up her "photography",
such as it is.
Here I'm chillaxing on my favorite scratchers
in a mess of my own making, next to my food dish.
Drat that woman!
Usually I turn my head and refuse to look at the flashy box,
but today I'll show her how happy I am.
I'm purring and rubbing up a storm, just for her!
It doesn't bother me
you had to delete 4 pictures in a row
cause they were so bad.
I'll just wait patiently while you delete
then start rubbing for you again when you are ready.
Did you just tell me to stop rolling around like a SLUG?
Hee, hee, hee!
Have I had enough of this little game yet?
Yup, time to enjoy the sun.
I can't wait to see all the IDEas
you kitties have for irritating your parents
and putting a few in practice.
Head bonks & kitty kisses,