Land o'Lessa

So, this week in Silly Kitty Land, we learned to:

Drink from a glass, and play king of the hill.
(or, King of the pile of papers and books, as the case may be. Heh.)
(and yes, I held the cup for him. I cater to his every whim. Wouldn’t you?)

We also discovered a plant hook on the ceiling, and did our damndest to get a hold of it:

And look completely, and utterly cute beyond words while we slept – which, naturally, allows us to live longer and plan more mischief for when mom’s not looking:

Though, in retrospect, stealing her chair while she was in the other room shortened our nap considerably. Harumph.

And last, but not least – the tree demolition is temporarily at a standstill.

But only until after naptime!

Yes, yes I know this is late – as my Nephew made sure to make known – Sorry D-man! I had a good reason!

You see, I wanted to wait until we had our new kitty toy up. You know, a toy that’s not SUPPOSED to be a kitten toy? That you only put up once a year?

Why yes – I’m speaking of our Christmas Tree in all it’s fake, plastic, pre-lit glory. OH! how i love this pre-lit tree! No muss, no fuss! Seriously the BEST 20 bucks I’ve ever spent. We only have charlie brown trees up here anyway, unless you want to pay for a real tree that’s been shipped from the states and costs anywhere from 50-250 bucks. Granted, there’s a lot less of Power Tools used to cut the end off trees, and/or stress and grumbling while trooping through the cold for a live one… but this is far easier! Which is why I have a fake tree now. I’m all about the lazy, people.

Anyway – Kitties. Even now we have definite distinctions between the two siblings. Ace chose to study his approach first. Waiting and biding his time as he figured the best way to go about getting his first bite of the delicious plastic-y goodness.

He watched, he waited, and I thought – mistakenly – that perhaps he would leave it alone! But oh no – within minutes I had to break out the kitty trainer (Known as a water bottle to normal folks.) He turned and glared at me, then came running to rub up against my feet and suck up.

Right before attacking the tree again. And getting sprayed. And glaring at me. And rubbing. And attacking. And sprayed. And glar…. well, you get the picture. I, however, never did manage to catch him in the act with the camera.

Annabelle, on the other hand, is (according to Ace), a couple beers shy a 6-pack. She went right for the tree, and batted balls and chewed on plastic-y goodness, and got sprayed.

The difference between the two, however, came in with the reaction to the kitty trainer! You see, Annabell is CERTAIN that the water is coming from the tree itself! There IS much glaring, but it is not towards me, but toward the tree itself, before she stalks it again. While Ace watches and shakes his head in wonder at the idiocy of his wonder-twin.

Of course, he’s very likely planning his own next attack in the meantime.So there ya go, D-man! A couple days late, but I didn’t forget about your SKS v.8! Enjoy! So now? It’s time for a nap. Kitty style.

PS: The Tree survived the night – however, smartypants Ace discovered first thing this morning that if he climbed onto the windowsill behind the tree, I won’t notice until I actually HEAR him chewing on fake plastic-y goodness. But he’ll still get sprayed upon escape. Sneaky lil bugger!

So, since number two of Metro Dad’s guest blog list of “what not to write about” was specifically “Stories and photos about your cat are never as cute as you think they are.” – I had thought to maybe skip this week.

(Ok, no, not really, it just made me want to write it more because seriously – how cute are my cats? It was more like “…uh…Lessa braindead…” instead. heh.)

But then, a day or two ago (I thought I’d take a ride! And soon Miss Sally Bright, was seated by my side…) I found out that my SKS entries have a VERY SPECIAL READER who looks forward to the pictures every week. So! Everyone send a shout out to my nephew, hm?

All together now…. “Hi, D-man!”

Vedy goot.

Now, for the Kittens.

Being Kittens – in between their mandated 22.5 hours of sleep they desperately need a day, they play. And play. And chase things. And fight. And jump on the toilet seat just as someone (not saying who!) starts to sit down and almost get dunked into the toilet as a result. Silly Kitties.

We bought them toys, of course, and they played with them for a grand total of 1.32 minutes. They much prefer to find their own. Like, for instance, Santa Hats. But only while they’re being worn.

But their all time favorite? The old bath scrunchy sponge thing they drug out of the bathtub and have chased all over the house. This thing, they will drag, toss, chase and fight over for HOURS. Usually dumping the laundry basket in the process. Like so:

Then, naturally, it’s nap time. Which involves one of two things. Finding the most uncomfortable surface on the house to sleep on – such as an ugly bathroom counter-top, or making use of any number of the pillows that coo and pet and cuddle while they nap. Said pillows can most often be found sprawled out on the couch.

And that completes this week’s Silly kitty Saturday!

PS: Want to know how many of that list of 10 don’ts I break on a regular basis? *grin* Off the top of my head, I think I routinely break 7 of the 10 without even trying! I’m just good that way.

Just a quicky today – seems my hot water pipes are frozen. Which means I gotta get em unfroze, before they burst. Oh, the joys of alaskan living. Anna’s gonna hold down the fort until I have hot water…

Dear Internets,

This is Annabelle. I wants you to know that I ain’t stupid, no matter what Ace said! In fact, he’s just a big stupidhead. While he’s all sucking up to mom, I’m busy protecting the whole house from the invasion of the rattle-y beads! They shimmy and shake and make noise and I will go to any lengths to assure moms and the kids are safe! And? i look DAMN FINE doing it too! He might be cute, but I’m GORGEOUS!

You think I’m kidding bouts the whole suckin up thing? HAH! Every time I turn around, he’s curled up next to mom somehow. He claims the soft spot behind her knees, and leaves me with her ankles! And he’s all about curlin up around her neck and stuff under her ponytail when she’s at her desk. And even when I get a second to cuddle up with mom, his big ole fat butt comes clampering on up to horn in on my time. He’s a big ole fat meany butt, that’s what he is!

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