Meet Oui Oui's Family

There are three other kitties living in my house. The oldest are Carl and Julie.  They are brother and sister, and what they say goes!  Their mom was a Grand Champion Persian who slipped out of the house for a night of romantic escapades.  A couple months later, they were at the vet's, looking for a good home.  When the mom came in, the vet asked her if she would take them.

 I love singing, treats, scratches, breakfast

and did I mention treats?

Don't mess with me!

I have the biggest 'tude and bestest stink eye in town!

The Girl used to live at home, but she went off to college.  Before she left, the mom told her she was going to replace her with a meezer.  And she did!  She got me my very own pet kitty to play with since The Girl wouldn't be around.

 Here I am with my pet kitty, Mica Minnie Moo.

Sometimes she gets a little too close.

The Girl still comes and visits.

You must hold me the right way, over your left shoulder . . .

. . .  or like a "snawsage".

Since The Girl left home she has taken in some cousins.  There's two ferrets who needed a home when their owner couldn't keep them any more.

Pepe Jack

Zena Marie

 The mom is glad none of us kitties have the energy these

two little cousins have!

There is one more cousin, a big one!  The Girl rescued him from going to the butcher's after he was born.

 This is Kahn!

He is named for the tiger, Shere Kahn, in the Jungle Book.

So, that is it!

I don't think we have forgotten anyone, have we?

What?
What about the mom?

Does she count?

Oh, ok, I guess . . . 

She can't keep her hands off anything 

soft, warm and purry.

Thanks for stopping by and sharing your families with us all!

Purrs,

Oui Oui

Twinkletoetails

The Bed Wars, Round I

Oui Oui and The Girl as kittens.

As a young kitty, I loved scratching away while I was on my back.  Of course, the bed was the object of my scratching!  The mom would come home from work to find huge amounts of stuffing stretched across the floor.  Soon we kitties could climb into the netting and sleep there.  It was like a large kitty hammock.  So snuggly and comfy!  Those were really the days!

Walking the bed as a kitten.

Eventually I dug holes all the way through to the top of the mattress.  In no time there were huge springs sticking out of the top.  While this didn't bother us kitties much, well in fact, not at all, the mom had to resort to sleeping across the lower part of the bed while her legs pointed up to the headboard.

A recent photo on the headboard.

One day, some men took the old beds (I had been working on The Girl's bed too) and brought new ones.  I set to work right away!

But, I couldn't believe what the mom did!  She came home with large sheets of wood, and she put them under the box springs and mattresses!   In vain did I roll on my back and scratch at the wood.  I tried!   I tried really hard!  Even in the middle of the night, waking the mom with the sound of my claws on wood.

This is how I walk across the bed.

Sadly, my sharp nails were no match for the wood and finally I gave up.

These days, I have my beloved cardboard, but no beds to scratch.

Ok, I give the first round of The Bed Wars to the mom.  That's ok.  We kitties own the night, and there are daily breakfasts to wake up for.  You know we aren't going to give in THAT easily!

Purrs,

Oui Oui

TwinkletoeTails