Only Rumers

Thare haf bin sum nasty rumers (I fink Bean started them) that I don't haf good pursunal hygene. Heer are sum akshun pikshures that shoe that I reely doo wash myself. Mom says that thees pikshures wur furry diffikult to take becuz I purrform this task at the speed of lite.

Owr New Squllion!

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We finally adopted a Squillion! Hiz name is "Pompoen," witch meens "pumkin" in Dutch. He is named in memory of a ginger cat that Mom fownd sleeping in a pile of durt in thare garden. Thay tried to adopt him, but he tarrorized the uther too kitties thay had. Thay traded him to Mom's parents (Oma and Opa) for one of thare cats, hoo was feral and at the bottom of a five-kittie totem pole. (She thrived wif Mom and Dad.) Pompoem then tarrorized Oma and Opa's four kitties, and then Pompoen ended up being deported to Canada in 1999 to live with Oma's sister. That was a purrfect fit. Tante L and Pompoen wur furry happy toogether, and Pompoen never tarrorized anuther kittie.

This is all furry impurrtant wif tooday's Homeland Security. I don't think Pompoen, wif his tarrorist record, woold haf bin allowed offur the border now.

So, Pompoen lives on!

A New Howse!

Look wut Mom bot us- sum new reel estayte! It has eers, whipskers and a tale!

It's reely sturdy- I haf conducted sum comsumer tests on it. Yoo can get inside and make it bownse arownd, yoo can scratch at it, yoo can attak Bean and other Beans, and yoo can sleep in it. Yoo can put yur toys in thare and beet the crap owt of them. All-in-all, a vary vursatyle abode.

Bean likes to sleep in it- yoo can bearly see hur in thare. She's surt of lazy.

Mom sed she got it at Ikea fur just $6.99 (she's sort of a cheep-skate.) It is eezy to assembell, and furry lite-wate.

Mom is the best when she puts owr needs furst. She just has to remane furry fokused on that.

Sumtimes...

Sumtimes-
When it's raining owtside,
When I haven't had a good nite,
When Bean is being partikularly bothersum,
When I don't get enuf food to sustane my lifestile,
When I can't find my toys,
When my faforitt jaket is noware to be fownd,
When Mom isn't arownd,
I just like to pretend life is not happening.

Layzy Days

I've had a purrty layzy last munth. Mom made it thru the surjery fine- but she has been purrty tired. Bean and I have made furry sure that she hasn't bin lonely. We haf an arrangement that Bean gets Mom's left knee and I get efurryware else. Dad has becum a wee bit more impurrtant becuz Mom can't bend down to feed us, so he has been the Food Dude. We now regognise the sownd of his car and get off Mom's lap (for ushually the furst time of the day) and run to the kitchen fur owr vittles.

Mom wint on hur furst unsupervised drive yesturday. She didn't take any pain medisin so she cud drive. It seemed to be suksesful becus she got home in wun peece, with no tikket.

I hope she stays home still- I've become akusstummed to hur presens.

I've Been Tagged!

Tiger Lily tagged me to tell you seven random facts about Bean and myself.

First, here are the rules:

* Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves.
* Cats who are tagged need to write on their own blog about the seven things and the rules.
* You need to choose seven cats to tag and list their names.
* Don’t forget to leave them a comment that they have been tagged and to read your blog!

Second, heer are seven random facts abowt me:

1) I like to spy on the naybors.

2) I love digging, and I haf almost fownd China.

3) I love taking cheep shots at Bean.

4) I forget to roll my tongue up into my mowth, and wok arownd with it hanging out. I think I

look furry dignifyed.

5) I wud sumday like a gurlfrend, but not if she says I haf to haf my tongue in my mowth.

6) I see things that nowun else duz.

7) I wokked on a wet shower flor, and I survived!

Thurd, heer are seven random facts abowt Bean, as told by Bean:

1) I love to hang offur Mom's knee and get my butt slapped.

2) I love to clime up high ladders and sit way up on top.

3) I throw up in sum reely weerd places.

4) I have a speshul meow to let Mom know when I'm gonna hurl.

5) I walk like an armadillo.

6) My tummy is gold and furry, furry soft.

7) I haf the most beyootiful claws in the wurld, and wen Mom clips them, I run to the scritching

post and make them nue agin.

It looks like effuryone has bin tagged, and we haf enjoyed reeding the randum facts.

Mom wonts efurryone to know that we have been reeding effuryone's blogs, but she hasn't bin feeling well so she hasn't reelly ritten any comments. She has surgery tomorrow, so it mite be awile befour we catch up again.

Thanks fur all yur kindness!

Tortie Tuesday

This is Bean-In-A-Boks. Bean luvs to sit in a boks. Most kitties would curl up and sleep in thare boks, but not Bean. She can sit in thare with hur hed poking owt for offur an howr, in hur boks to noware.
She's furry weerd.