Our tiny kitty cat…

So, we haven’t put up pictures of the monster for a while, and the cat let her hold him so… (DUCKS)

OK, so remember when he was small and cute? Like this?

Yeah. He’s not so little anymore. And thinks he’s Top Dog. Thing is, he’s right. *L* Here’s Ace, 2 years old and, well, not so little anymore…

But still cute. And pretty tolerant of the Pup’s whims…

Just…. large. Very, very large. Anna’s no slouch either, but she’s no where as big, or as tolerant, as our Top Dog Tom Cat, Ace. Now you understand why the dog is so submissive to the big lug, don’tcha?! *grins*

All fixed. Literally. by Ace and Annabelle

Ace: So, Wednesday night, at 8pm, the worst thing in the WORLD happened.

Our FOOD DISH disappeared! And? Our WATER! And? all cups and bowls that might have had water in it! And the sink was drained! And the toilet covered!

AND THEY LOCKED THE BATHROOM DOOR when they SHOWERED! We were IN A PANIC! There was NO FOOD! There was NO WATER! We thought we were gonna DIE!

I showed our displeasure by taking the wet kitchen sponge and placing it ever so carefully in bed with Mom, down by her feet. She wasn’t amused. Served her right! WHERE WAS OUR FOOD?

Thursday morning, we were WASTING AWAY TO NOTHING before their very eyes, and she did the unthinkable. The box came out. Which meant we were going on a trip. Which meant we had to go see that fella who puts pokey things in us and nasty tasting stuff in our mouth. All we knew was this? Could NOT be good…

Annabelle tried to escape. I decided that I’d be good, and maybe Mom would let me out.

It didn’t work. Thursday morning she took us to that man and then? SHE LEFT US! They put us in cages and she LEFT US THERE! She didn’t come back until TODAY!

I can’t rightly remember what they did to us while we was sleepin, but our feets are sore, and Anna, she’s got a bare spot on her belly with threads to chew on. I didn’t get no threads to chew on, but man, do my balls ache! WAIT! WHERE’S MY BALLS?

But I’m happy happy happy to have mom back. I even manage to claw her with my back claws to let her know I still care, and still run the show. But mostly, I’m curled up on her feet, in her lap, on her keyboard, and loving her muchly so she won’t send us back there again! Cuz seriously. Ow.

Annabelle Says:

I’m not talking to you. I don’t love you anymore. I’M NOT HAPPY. NOT HAPPY JAN! And quit LOOKING at me like that! And Go Away! I hate you! I must lick my stitches now! And I hate the shredded paper in the cat box! AND I WILL PEE ON YOUR FLOOR TO SHOW MY DISPLEASURE! I won’t love you until Tomorrow. Maybe! Or maybe not even till AFTER THAT! But right now, GO AWAY!

PS: Yer mean, mom.

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Note from ‘Mom’: And I wasn’t kidding about the fat boy. He weighed in at 9.1 pounds to Annabelle’s 7lbs. *chuckles* They came through the surgery just fine, and will get over their attitudes in a couple days. Now if Anna would just quit LICKING, she’d feel better too. Heh.

Silly Kitty Saturday v.11

Ok, so it’s really Sunday - but shhh! Maybe D-man won’t notice. *grin*

First things first - remember my tiny baby boy kitty? Who was small enough to sit out of the way on my desk and look adorable? Yes? No? Either way - here’s a little reminder. Emphasis on little:

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Silly Kitty Saturday v.10

Shhhhh. We’re preparing for New Years Eve, so that we can stay up all night.

Silly Kitty Saturday v10

The phone rings - it’s the Sister, AGAIN! I mean gosh, I just TALKED to her! Oh, wait…

“Hi Auntie, it’s D-man!”
Hey buddy, s’up? (I am the ultimate in cool, ain’t I?)
“Just wanted to see if you were gonna post a Silly Kitty Saturday tomorrow…”
Well, I suppose I could…
“Ok! Just wanted to remind you so you wasn’t late again! Love ya, bye!”

Well then! Guess I better get this up soon huh? Cuz I know he’ll be checking! And I’m nothing if not slave to the whims of my favorite niece and nephews!

This week, we have proof that the Kitty Trainer has not exactly served it’s purpose. In fact, it’s mostly trained the cats to ignore the waterfall, and stick their tongue out at me in fits of childish glee. Observe!

Please note the SINGLE LONE ornament that remains on the lower branches. And, of course, the tongue. Annabelle could not have said “NEENER NEENER” any louder, hm?

Meanwhile, Ace has been trying new hairstyles. With patience and long-suffering sighs. This makes me fear their Kitty Teenage Years.

I can’t wait to see the level of destruction and kittenish joy that we are bound to experience once Santa arrives and drops off the coal for everyone’s stockings. Packages of pretty paper? boxes and ribbons galore? It’ll be a kitten wonderland for sure!

Until then, and next week - Hey D-Man!

Here’s lookin at you, kid! Love ya!

Edited to add:

Ace decided just moments ago that batting the ornaments off the tree is simply too blase. instead, he’s decided to take a nap. IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BRANCHES.