Tuxie Time

On Tuesday,
Uncle MaxMaxx

Makes sure he keeps one of his

bestest good friends real close.

Ya know, Uncle flashes fang

if any of us get a little too close.

What's up with that??

Sunday Feline Defined

Easy.
Uncle MaxMaxx.
No worries.
Sunday.

Saturday

Mommy and Uncle MaxMaxx

showcase their tuxie terrific lounge act on this really
 nice -Tommy's- gonna- get -a- Starbucks-Mocha-Frappucino
window opening Dallas Day.
Says they're gonna hit the window later
So they can chat with the squirrels about which
 movie wins the
Oscar for Best Movie Sunday night.

Felines on Friday

ME, Mommy and Uncle MaxMaxx
Get a Valentine's Day snooze on
while
Tommy says we are some of the 
Sweet-est hearts around...
Smart human.

Wordless on Wednesday

Fuzzy Uncle MaxMaxx and ME!

Monday ManCat Big Chill

The colds came back to Dallas after
Sunday being over 70 degrees and
Uncle MaxMaxx:

Curled on a quilt to get his

warm up on

as he ganders 

 at a framed print of

his handsome self...

Not such a bad Monday after all!

Saturday Already Done

By Uncle MaxMaxx early this

Saturday morn. See, Tommy has that infamous Fancy book learnin' class called Statistics at 8am. So as Tommy thought about even getting outta bed, Uncle does his thing of hoppin' on the bed, doing a few headbonks to Tommy, gets some curls and hops off. Then as Tommy
is puts on that face paint of hers, in her own litter box room,  Uncle leans against Tommy's legs so she can feel his purr. Then up in the
Litter box room, Uncle goes to  look out into the darkness--never quite sure what he sees--OK, Uncle hops
from the window, scatches on our cardboard scratcher thing, sashays to the kitchen and hollers at Tommy for his breakfast, oh, and bops ME on the head, in the process. I've noticed Tommy gives Uncle his bowl first, and then us. She says something about 'special food'. Tommy watches Uncle to make sure he eats (OK that is NOT a problem) and he drinks from the fountain--Then as Tommy stands in the living room, makin' sure  she's got all the stuff for her Statistics class, a blur of black and white zooms past her to the bedroom and the house does seem to shake a bit. What was THAT?  Tommy goes to the bedroom and sees Uncle MaxMaxx giving hisself a morning washdown. Tommy rubs Uncle some. Uncle is in the midst of giving kisses to Tommy's fingers when Tommy tried to snap this photo.  Is this being a paw-perazzi what gets taught in this class Tommy takes? And Tommy leaves the house with a smile on her face, while Uncle decides to snooze---until Tommy gets home--cuz it's been a busy Saturday morning. And we wouldn't have it any other way!  

On Friday Tabby

***Update***  Uncle MaxMaxx had the catheter removed today. So far he's doing good--the prison guards staff will watch Uncle like a hawk to make sure he stays good. Tommy is going out there tomorrow to talk about Uncle's care. Part of the stuff they do is wash off  his incision place. Doctor wants to keep doing that--to be on the safe side. Outside off all that, Tommy is breathing a sigh of relief. She will know more tomorrow. Thank you again--everybody! 


ME  wondering about Uncle MaxMaxx
And preventing Tommy from making the bed--
I can't wait til Uncle can bop me on the head again.

The auction for Uncle MaxMaxx is in full swing.
Be on the look out for items from ME (and Tommy)

I can't thank everybody enough at CB for this.
Tommy has been frantic this last week--
And now...now, she's finally more calm. We can't
Even imagine if our Uncle had been lost. Prayers work!
And lastly, Tommy went to visit Uncle MaxMaxx yesterday:

They're talking maybe Monday for him to come home.
Doctor says Uncle is doing 'fantastic'--except he still beats
up on the staff. But then we have my real Uncle:

Doing a tummy-bonk to Tommy...