Wordless Wednesday

ME

Tuesday Tease Tabby

Here's Perry who sits like he owns this savanna-
WhatEVER, I rule this place!
What is Perry all perched and comfy in? Look close. Not a cute boogie mat or anything like that-
It's Tommy's HAIR!
Yep. Eventho my Human has her own hair attached to her head , alas she is TOO lazy to do much with it. Says, from time to time, it's much much easier to plop one of these on her head.

Lemme tell ya, it took me awhile to figure out how Tommy's hair was poofy and kinda gray on the sides one minute, then as in little time as it takes my Uncle MaxMaxx to snarf down his bowl of food, Tommy's hair is all short, sleek and a-symmetrical (I Googled that word).

See, Tommy's mood depends on whether the hair choice is curly or straight or long or short or one with something called 'hi-lights'. As much as she wears this stuff, her moods oughta be in the Guinness Book of World Records (I Googled that too!).

Humans.

However, in my book, Perry has the best mood of all!

Man Cat Monday

Brother Earl Gray checks out the girl cardinal

Who shows up almost every day -alone-

I guess she's one of those independent sorts!

Then there's ME as I look at Tommy to try and

Give her a hint to finally paint these bare white walls...

Us man cats need splashes of color that matches our

Coat of technicolor personality!

Easy Just Like Sunday

Uncle MaxMaxx strikes such a regal
Pose on this day, as he surveys his kingdom-.
Once Uncle tires of said survey he
Rambles to another chamber-

Where then my Uncle MaxMaxx takes my

Lead from yesterday-

And shows us how

To just take it chill-laxin' easy

In any part of the kingdom-

Especially when it's Sunday-

Priorities.

Come Caturday Morning

Tommy wanted to try this "Let's go outside, Noir,"

Thing again. I thought about it. Could be fun.

But what if my pretty pink feeties got dirty?

All in all, wasn't feelin' it.

It being Saturday, I soon realized how

The majority of my day should be spent.

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Priorities.

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Find Out Friday

Happy FRIDAY! While Tommy does that dance she does every Friday, I'll tell you how my Purrfect Pals, Eric and Flynn presented me with this award:

It says, "This Blog Makes Me Happy".
Now for the RULES (which I don't follow to the 't'):

1. Post the blog that you got the award from.
2. Write 5 things that make you happy.
3. Spread the award to 5 other blogs

Five thing that make me happy are:

1. YOU for makin me fell good about my blog. I never thought any other cats, puppies, humans and hamsters or any thing else would ever THINK about readin it! Thank YOU!

2. My toy me and Tommy play fetch with. Those are my feeties.

3. Yummies that makes my tummy real happy

4. Catchin the view from a window with my Brother Earl Gray

5. Being by my bestest girl Mommy: Then and now

These are just a few of the things that make me happy. Now, this is the part where I don't do good with the rules. The rules say to spread the award to 5 others. Well, I know alot of kitties have this award--and I don't want to duplicate it--soooo.....I award this to EVERYBODY! Take it, tag it and tell us all 5 things that make you happy! I'd like to read what those wonderful things are in everybody's cat condo!

And the Result

Noir, why that picture of me for yesterday for Wordless Wednesday?

Huh? What 's a matter?

I was ready to sleep until Tommy got right in my face. SLEEPING!

So what?

Noir, I was sleep! Why not have a picture of me with my eyes OPEN?

Hey, you got comments that you were --uh--OK lookin.

I thought I read 'handsome'!

Yea, right, whatever. What's the problem?

Got two problems.

Like?

Well, I kinda liked Macy Gray and she got booted of Dancing With the Stars. And then I just wanted everybody to see me awake. I can do more than just sleep, ya know!

First, Macy Gray needed to go. Don't think her heart was in it. And yes, Brother, you can do more than sleep...I think.

Hmm. And Noir, why did you tell me we gotta sit in front of Tommy's picture?

When Tommy sees us, she'll melt. They she'll say something silly like calling us her Purr Stars. If we endure that foolishness Tommy will handfeed us treats, and....

Is that how it works, Noir?

Brother Earl Gray, we're cats. That's how we roll.

Wordless Wednesday

My Brother Earl Gray

Kinda sorta sleep

Within a wordless while...

Take In

Yes, friends--that's MY paw on the door.
Tommy thought would be great for us to get some fresh air--
Yea, Mommy can eat her grass. Perry plots his escape and
Uncle hopes a pigeon pops near, while Daddy Peyton
And Brother Earl Gray don't even creep close to the door!
So Tommy decides to take me out into the true wilds-
She sets me on the patio and I immediately dash to get back INSIDE!
When I climbed the screen for the second time--
Tommy got the hint!
Don't ask me why--maybe just not my day to be Daniel BooneCat.

Man Cat Monday

On this Monday there is:
ME in a check to see if it's 40 watt or 60 watt pose-watt what?

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ME in a shout out pose to Tommy cuz she DOES give us food and clean boxes

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ME in the BEST pose there is!

Happy Monday too all my fellow Marvelous Handsome Man Cats!

Easy Like Sunday

After Mommy let her baby Earl Gray win at rasslin'-

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She took leave to her favorite comfy cozy spot

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Since Mommy puts up with so much from us everyday-

We made sure our bestest girl just takes it easy on this Sunday--

Because Monday is coming...=^..^=

Slice of Cat-urday

This big tree stands in our backyard. It may be older than Tommy, even BEFORE dinosaurs roamed the Earth. Tommy, being the human she is, thought it was just a BIG tree. Turns out it's a pecan tree. I'm not sure what pecans are, but they sure make Tommy jolly. The pecan tree has green things hanging on it. Tommy thought they might be some kinda of flower...

The humans, who Tommy works with, laughed alot until they realized Tommy really didn't know what these were. They told her, "Ya gotta be a Texan to know this stuff." Which of course Tommy declared, "I'm from Iowa. We have walnuts!" Anyway, the humans told Tommy pecans live in these things, until they turn black and fall to the ground. Like alot of them are on the ground now. Tommy says she plans to pick up some today (sure she will). Then the humans told Tommy when the black ones open the pecan will be ready. Ready for what? Pies. That's why Tommy's happy. She bakes pies. Some humans want her to make Holiday pies for them. And now this pecan can be added to Tommy's pie list.

My Daddy Peyton's face is the double crust for all of our thoughts....

Pie without tuna, chicken or Friskies Party Mix is no pie at all--

Alas, who really cares?

Happy Saturday!

Fine Friday Dine

Uncle MaxMaxx and Mommy munch greens from the patio

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Uncle MaxMaxx stands guard for his sister...

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Uncle MaxMaxx hears commotion and looks...

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Perry hollers and tries to use his magical cat lasers

To transfix Tommy to let him outside again--

Alas, Tommy doesn't fall prey to this gaze--oh no..

For when Perry was outside, just moments before

This man cat tried to be TOO cat cute

Mosee'd close to a fence opening Tommy almost didn't see fast enough--

So Perry banished to the indoors--for now.

Do you see me???

Tommy Talks Thursday Tweet

Hello all--Tommy here!

Witty Kitty Fin’s suggestion for Tweet Week conjured up a memory I wanted to share. So I told Noir I’d like to post on Thursday. Noir stared at me, then through me and finally past me. I urged him to play fetch. We did for a minute or twelve—all seems to be forgiven….for now. So I’ll try to do this quick.

Back in yester-century, particularly the late 80’s, I lived with my folks in my Iowa hometown. I’d done this for three years, until I moved to Dallas in 1988. Now, if you’re an adult and lived with your parents, you know it can be an adventure, with a capital A. Alas, that’s a post for my blog, which Noir says tires him so. Anyway, I also had two cats Millie and Morris. Millie was a cutie calico and also Morris’ mom. This Tweet Tale is about Morris—my big, fat long haired ginger tabby who ate, slept and ate some more—hmm—sounds like MaxMaxx today—the eat and sleep part. Both were full grown when they came into my life in late 1984. This while I lived in Kansas City.
Millie

Fat Cat Morris

My step-mother had a pair of white love birds. Instead of hanging their cage from the ceiling, as my dad and I suggested A LOT, she had the birds’ made out of popsicles sticks cage (yes, you read right) placed on coffee table. Did I mention one side was open, because step-mother placed a screen box, with a pie dish of water inside it, scooted up to the open side. This was the birds’ swimming pool….

You with me? Screen box. Popsicle sticks. Coffee table. Eye level. Birds. Cats.

One night my dad and I watched TV, while we waited for step-mother to come home from work. I walked into the kitchen, which had reddish carpet. The white feathers were easy to spot. Even Morris, who had a white splotch on his chest, was accentuated this night, with a white feather also. Being the coward I am, I yelled to my dad what Morris had done. We both kinda laughed—kinda. Then I left HIM to tell step-mother what happened upon her arrival from work, after we swept up the white feathers, that is. I jumped in my car and didn’t come home for about an hour. Coward of the County.

Step mother was heart sick. I remember her asking, “What are we going to do with these cats?” And I remember my Dad, “You should have hung ‘em up in the first da*n place!” Ahh, gotta love Dad—bless his soul!

Oh, did I mention, this was the second set of love birds Morris got to? Her third set (which I bought after he ate the second set) step-mother did hang from the ceiling, However, while on her vacation in Germany, it was a Saturday morning when I peaked in their cage. Side by side-DEAD. I yelled for Dad and told him him how step-mother would find a way to blame the cats. Dad said we’d tell her the truth, yet not maybe until she got home. Why upset her? Well, of course, step-mother called THAT night. When she asked about her birds, alas I couldn’t lie…

In total, I purchased three sets of love birds. Needless, to say step-mother didn’t have much love for me and less for Morris. Years later, we would laugh about it. But it took her as many years to even get another bird, because she remembers how my cat ate all hers up!

Thanks for letting me indulge myself with such a long post. Now I need to locate my Notorious Tabby Tiger and thank him. I'm sure the Friskies Party Mix will help sooth a mighty warrior's heart.. =^..^=

Tommy

Wordless Wednesday

Me,
Brother Earl Gray and
Mommy-our BEST girl!

Take Two Tabby Tuesday

As Tommy hogged the PC to tippy type on her Facebook Wall-

Which, alas, denied me time to blog to all my pals,

Brother Earl Gray and Uncle MaxMaxx did a

Window Watusi (I Google'd that word)

Right in the one near where Tommy hogged precious PC time-

So Tommy snapped while they sat.

Miracles happen--well-sorta kinda...-

Tommy went back to her building her Facebook Wall

And left me piffed.

Humans.

Man Cat Monday

Uncle MaxMaxx and my Brother Earl Gray-

Again with the window thing

Uncle is amazed birdies still show up to munch

Even with all this RAIN!

Brother Earl Gray is amazed how

Uncle MaxMaxx thinks they'll both fit in the window!

Trust me...

They won't.

Easy Just Like Sunday

My Daddy Peyton

Strikes a pose for Tommy

Then the flash don't flash.

Seems to be OK anyway

Daddy Peyton still flashes his handsome man cat-ness

And just keeps on takin' it all easy

The way it should be-

From Monday through especially Sunday

He's a cat. That's how he rolls.

Caturday Rainy Day

As rain pours on our Dallas savannah

And open windows let us hear the rhythm of the fallin' rain

Here is one way Terrific Tabby Tigers pass the time

In midst of the Pre Pounce Stance right before-

Noir the Notorious defuses Earl Gray the Electric

It's Saturday. We're cats. That's how we roll.

Also On This Friday-We Remember

Tommy here.

My purr-fect pals make it a point to show me everyday how blessed I am.

However, on this day-9/11/01 our World changed forever.

We have come far from a day thousands of angels joined the chorus.

We still have a ways to go

Yet to always remember-we must never forget.

Finally Friday Yet?

My Uncle MaxMaxx

Ponders his 'to do' stuff

For the weekend....

Thursday Thanks-Perry Talks

Hello everyone-Perry here!

The Kid (that’s Noir to you) gave me the go ahead to post today. Not sure if the head bop persuaded him any..! Wanted to talk about Sammy, a snowshoe Siamese I had the pleasure to know for five too short years.

Tommy and me think about Sammy lot, this time of year. Because Sammy went to Heaven in late August 2006. He lost his four year battle with kidney failure. Oh, how he hated Tommy to give him his fluids--but he took it like man cat--in silence. The day Sammy went to Heaven, he literally went to sleep in Tommy’s arms. His head on her heart. Tommy likes the fact he went to sleep hearing her heart beat. Tommy thinks Sammy wanted to make sure she was gonna be OK from her open heart surgery that March-before he went to Heaven.

So I wanted to show Sammy and me-from somewhere in those last couple of months. No way, do I seem cranky, like The Kid (that’s Noir to you) says so much. Nope. I’m good to those that are good to me.

Sammy was just that. A wonderful crossed eye snow shoe’d man cat, who put up with the kitten me and growing up me. I KNOW I drove Sammy so nuts! Yea, I got on his nerves, but Sammy never really turned me away.

A good guy never does.

---Perry

Wordless Wednesday

My Mommy

My Brother Earl Gray

Tuesday Take

Brother Earl Gray awaits his turn while

Noir the Notorious Tabby Tiger takes

Capture of their sequined prey!

Since Tabby Tigers abound with such swiftness-

Alas, the safari photo is blurred!

We're Tabby Tigers. That's how we roll.

Man Cat Monday

ME and a blurry Uncle MaxMaxx

My Uncle tries

To interrupt me during

The best way I know

How to celebrate Labor Day....

Enjoy!

Easy Just Like Sunday

My Uncle MaxMaxx is a fine one to

Suggest what we oughta ponder and do-

Especially on Sundays where rain

Could fall, yet our skies are forever true blue...
Enjoy!

Saturday Shoe-In

Daddy Peyton and shoes.

Not all of Tommy's shoes. Just these little flippitty floppittys with big sequinny shiny things on top--- rubber or plastic--whatever Humans used to make em. Just know they ain't made outta cat nip. Tommy missed one from her bed this morning. And there was Daddy Peyton in the hallway. With his capture.

Times of late, Tommy's seen Daddy roll all over the shoe. Just thought it was another cute thing cats do to charm her for treats (which of course works) and just went 'ahhh...' But last night, as Tommy took up my precious PC time, she kept feeling furry goodness against her legs.

Daddy Peyton.

Another 'ahhh' moment--until Tommy felt tugs ON the shoe! Daddy had his fangs in the back of the shoe. Has himself a good time. Bites it. Uses his back feet on it--just like a Great Ginger Tabby Tiger would with any prey.

And Tommy just laughed.

See, if it were ME doing all that to Tommy's shoes--she'd think I'd be trying to get the shoes so they could be on Craigslist...

Humans. They need to get with it.

Feline Friday Freeze Frame

Spot the two Tabby Tigers in yonder window?

Tommy is a piece of work. See, Me and Brother Earl Gray

Hop in the window, mind our handsome man cat business-

With a little dove and cardinal watching while Tommy

Writes, what she thinks are witty words on her Facebook Wall-

Well, then Tommy ganders at us and says, "Oh, CUTE!" grabs the camera

Then does that dance she does every Friday right on out our front door-

And then before you know it-Tommy is on the porch and TA-DA!

Two Tabby Tigers freeze framed thru a screen.

Humans. They need our help. Now.

Happy Friday everyone!