Busy Kittehs

Seasons Greetings Furiends.
It was brought to our attention, that we hadn't posted anything in a furry long time.  The truth be known is that we were up to our Paws in paper, glue, glitter and clay, creating gifts fur this Holiday Season.
There is something so furry special about a sweet PAW CREATED GIFT made with tender loving care.
We've been known to leave many "GIFTS" fur Mom and Papa... usually on the carpet or trailing out of our  Zen Garden Glitter Box, but fur some reason, they don't seem to appurreciate the "HOME MADE" qualities of our creations.  Let it be known that a really GOOD FUR BALL is quite challenging to COUGH UP!  We're guessing that our nice "GIFTS" can be somewhat subjective to the recipient.  So it's no wonder that Mom frowns at our spontaneously generous KITTEH GESTURES.
It's the 'THOUGHT' that counts... so say's the wise MADAME FANG... So we 'THINK' we'll just leave a nice THOUGHTFUL REGURGITATED GIFT on the fureshly cleaned carpet, following our hearty SNACK'A'ROO on MOM'S PRIZE POINSETTIA!

Wishing you all a very
MEOWY CHRISTMAS & HAPPY HANUKKAH!

Rockefeller Center Kitteh Christmas

Pawsing fur the Hanukkah Lights

Kitteh's 9-9-9 Agenda

It occurred to us as we awoke from a refureshingly long nap that our lives as we know it already qualify fur a 9-9-9 solution.  Since our daily average nap time hovers around 9 hours per session... that furfills the first qualification.  Then there is, of course our designated standard '9 lives' upon which we rely on daily to survive the infinite perils of Kitteh antagonizers... Such imminent threats as the neighbors dog, or a toppled vase, can quickly expend one of our 9 lives... but then there's the dreaded VACUUM CLEANER which has been known to suck several lives from an unprepared Kitteh's soul.  Fortunately... with time... new lives can be recouped and reserved fur later use.
The final '9', in our case, is our designated 24 hour DISPENSATION of KIBBLE as programmed by our nemesis... the abominable ROBOFEEDER, which dispenses our 9 measly portions a day.
Never mind that it has been known many times to dispense an EMPTY portion... which is a flagrant VIOLATION OF OUR KIBBLE RIGHTS!  Despite this occurrence we've decided that a 9-9-9 solution fur us Kittehs is doing our part to bring NEUTRALITY to an already volatile situation.  Until then... it's time fur another 9 hour nap session.

Another 9 Hour Nap Session

IMMORTALIZED IN FUR

(Tony) I am such an AWESOME KITTEH that Mom made a 'soft sculpture' of me using the FUR that she collected from my latest grooming.  Now one could say that my Mom has waaaaay too much time on her hands that could be better spent on helping to SAVE THE WORLD or something like that... but I think she cannot help herself.  When the need to 'create' takes hold she gets into a furrenzy and voila!... INSTANT KITTEH ART!  What better subject than MOI!

Awesome KITTEH Portrait!

Tony VS Puff The Magic Dragon

After a long stint in Kitteh Jail, I (Tony) was finally given a furlough fur a few days to build up my self confidence.  I did the usual patrols around the available spaces which I am allotted.  Three of the available rooms were deemed 'OFF LIMITS' as noted by their closed doors.  Since I had made my purresence known earlier in those three rooms with a Tail Shakin 'SPRITZ' or two... freedom to roam with impunity has put the purrverbial 'damper' on my Kitteh Style.
As I roamed the corners of my favorite haunt... the 'dining room'... I came upon a mysterious APPARATUS which BECKONED my curiosity.  It appeared somewhat DRACONIAN.  That purrticular corner was my favorite place to 'TAG', so I strutted right up to it... ready to Fire a healthy SPRITZ, and OH MY COD!... I got the furight of my FELINE FUR!  I hit the ground runnin, knowing all too well that today was not my day to Slay any Dragons.
Mom is still hoping that 'ole' Puff the Magic Dragon will cure me of my incessant need to 'TAG' in the recessed corners of our home... furankly... I'm not quite sure why I do it either.  All the experts say that I'm an 'insecure' Kitteh... but I believe that I'm just trying to DOMINATE the SITUATION.  Today it was Puff The Magic Dragon (1)... Tony (0)... 'Tomorrow'... however... may be the day for me to EVEN THE SCORE.

Puff The Magic Dragon Scores A Win!

Grateful Kittehs

A quick Meow-out Thank You to: nitecruzr and remoonline from the Blogger forum help.  We're grateful for all the help we can meowuster.  We Kittehs can be rather 'dim' when it comes to all this technical know how... or in our case... 'Not much' know how.
Aside from our lack of 'thumbs', our paws can get in our own way... along with our Furry brains.
We'll get to the bottom of our Blogger issues, once we've had our 16 hours of napping in the south sunpuddle, or when we've mowed down the fresh CatNip in the east window.  Our nine lives are fur too short to furett about technical difficulties.  We'll shake it off with some relaxing Kitteh Tai Chi.

Tai Chi for Kitteh stress relief.

Kitteh Discovery!

Now that we've CLAWED THE EYES OUT of every plush toy in our basket... we've come to the realization that our Blogger DID create a 'link'... DUH!   Only that 'link' can only be accessed by clicking on the 'CAPTION' underneath our picture.  Why this has happened... only the Blogger Gods can understand... because WE sure don't!  Okay... so we're NOT the most TECH SAVVY Kittehs... but at least we're still AWESOME, PROUD KITTEHS!!!

Kitteh FURustration

Hello all you Kitteh fans!  It's been a week since we last posted any purrsonal Meows, but we've been rather FURustrated with Blogger lately. Fur some odd reason it refuses to 'link' our pictures to our prefurred locations... so if you get the 'NOT FOUND ERROR 404' message when you click on our picture, it's because Blogger is behaving very badly fur us.  We've tried the Blogger forum fur some help in this matter, but thus far, have not attained any assistance... Must be all those 'DOG' people jumping the 'help line'!  Needless to say, until this purroblem gets sorted out, we won't be able to share our latest activities with 'purrtinent' visual links.   That being said... our Mom still insists on posting our activities... but as you can see... things are a bit 'slow' around here...  We've resorted to the 'self-indulgence' of CatNip tea, Salmon muffins, and the ultimate KITTEH THERAPY... 'Word Puzzles'.

Doing Word Puzzles while waiting for BLOGGER HELP!

Spirit Orbs With Whiskers

As the days grow shorter and the nights cool to bone chilling temperatures, our Furry undercoat begins to take root, and we prepare fur the season of Cats, Bats and Slithering Rats.  This past weekend, our Mom came home from a celebratory family event with lots of photos to share with us.  Upon furrther inspection, we spied a series of anomalies which sent shivers down our arched backs and furry tails.  These anomalies of 'Ghostly Spirit Orbs'... gave us great 'Paws' making their effervescence visible.  There were large bright white Orbs, and smaller brilliant blue Orbs which seemed to surround their subjects.  Although we are normally quite the 'Scaredy Cats', we felt only Benevolent Energy by their presence.  As two very 'Sensitive' Kittehs, we consulted our Reverend Madame Fang fur her interpretation of the photographs.  Her Wise Catclusion was that these 'Orbs' were the 'Spirit Energy' of dearly beloved relatives who have passed on Over The Rainbow Bridge, and were drawing upon the Purrsitive Energy of the happy event.  Even though our Whiskers quivered, and our Ears were twitching by the sight of these Ghostly Orbs... We felt relieved and protected... Since Halloween is just around the bend, we wanted to be prepurred to face the goblins who might terrorize us... lest Mom gives them Treats to stave off any Trickery.
Prepurr yourselves all EarthCats... for October..... is the Month of Bewitching!

By: Doreen Erhardt

By: Robert Eberz

By: H.D. Rinehart

By: Betty Matsumoto-Schuch

The Art Of Tinkering

This is the time of year where we ready our Catmobile for the coming inclement weather patterns.  We start by climbing onto the hood and NAPPING since it's usually warm and toasty after a quick lap on the fureeway.  When the engine has cooled, we raise the hood and extract any remaining heat with our paws by Kneading the engine block and radiator... Any oils or grease we pick up help to moisturize and keep our Paw Pads supple and smooth.  It's always enjoyable to listen to our favorite Catmobile Show on Purrblic TV,  'CAR TALK' with KIT & KAT... They provide humor and 'questionably sound' advice while we 'TINKER' with our Ride.  There's something very meaningful about enjoying the art of 'doing it ourself'... Where else can a CAT feel such an accomplished sense of PURRIDE aside from just being a Cat?

Tinkering under the hood of our Catmobile.

Enjoy The Great Outdoors

Now that the lazy days of Summer are almost over, we decided to gather our walking poles and head out to the Great Outdoors.  The morning air is crisp and we love the sounds of chirping birds and squirrels... which always triggers our healthy Kitteh appetites.  Our Veterinarian has always told us that staying active is good fur our physical and emotional well being... Not that we don't enjoy our 16 hour Naps, and batting around a toy mouse or two.  The outdoors just offers a more stimulating challenge, but we always have our ears and whiskers perked, just in case the local Hawk or Mockingbird decides to dive bomb us from their towering perches.  Ah yes... such is the life of an indoor Kitteh... a chance to go on PATROL... even if it is only within the confines of our back yard.

Nordic Walking in the Great Outdoors.

Be Prepared

We've had our Kitteh noses square on the national mews lately since there has been so much that Mother Nature has delivered lately.  First there was the very unusual Earthquake in Virginia, which it appears that many a Kitteh felt the P-Waves prior to the shaking. We are indeed super sensitive to these natural occurrences as are our fellow quadrupeds.  Now comes hurricane Irene, making her way up the Eastern coast like a ginormous flushing bidet, swirling and hurling.  Our natural Kitteh instinct is to head fur dry ground and stock up on extra Kibbles, bottles of Tuna water, and Kitty Litter.  One could then ride out the brunt of the storm knowing that they are well prepared Kittehs!

Stay safe all you fellow feline furriends.

Stocking up on Kibbles & Tuna Water.
Kitteh disaster preparedness.

On Being KIND KITTEHS

Be KIND to your fellow KITTEHS... Doing so begets POSITIVE CHI', and GOOD KARMA.  We have but only NINE LIVES to merge with the universe... make them matter.  And have plenty of NOMS to share too.

Finding Kitteh Solace

Today was a good day to confur with Madame Fang, our wise Kitteh Reverend.  As she purrs it, not all days are going to be filled with good energy and positive Chi'.  This was one of those days where our normal jovial Kitteh behavior came back to bite us in the purrverbial Kitteh ass.  Madame Fang says that good days and bad days all come down to 'intentions', and not all kittehs think the same.

After a day of introspection, some purraying and a few hail meowies, we came to the conclusion that thinking wise and thus behaving wisely will better serve our Kitteh world.  After all we are still very loving Kittehs with good hearts and good karmic intentions.  Scrolling through the world's news is a good way fur us to appreciate what we have.  A warm, safe home to curl up and nap in, lots of Catnip toys, and an endless supply of kibbles and noms.  By that alone... we still have faith in tomorrow's Good Chi'.

Good Day! Good Chi'!

Becoming One With Nature

This past week we decided to devote ourselves to reducing our carbon PAW PRINT.  We drank our tuna water using a filtered tap rather than from plastic bottles, and walked everywhere we needed in lieu of jumping into our CatMobile.  We planted a lovely organic garden, growing fresh Catnip and Kitteh greens, as well as hanging our laundry out to air dry. We also took advantage of the morning sun puddles to warm our furry bellies instead of firing up the space heater.  Sun puddles are natures' solariums.
Along with our environmental purreservation efforts we did some AVIAN scouting.  We were tempted at times to make a quick MEAL out of our feathered subjects, but alas, we refrained from any such barbaric notion... We are definitely REFINED KITTEHS.
Our jaunts through the woods has given us a healthy appreciation fur the comforts of home... We realized that becoming one with nature involves becoming one with fleas!

Growing organic Catnip & Kitteh greens.

Avian scouting...Hmmm looks Yummy!

Watchin The Candidates

We found ourselves in the midst of some of the 2012 candidate hobnobbing...and we were just trying to score some extra NOMS fur supper.  It was at the County Fair while we were playing the Catnip Ball Throw.  Some humans came up to us with their sleeves rolled up and patted us on the muzzle and squeezed our jowls.  Such indignation for us proud KITTEHS!  It's enough to make us want to register our big fat cat asses with the county... just to vote these bureauCats out!
Needless to say we managed to dodge the gauntlet of political paparazzi and had ourselves some tasty corny dogs, and fried catfish.  We did spy some plump field RATS amongst the hay bales where the politicians stood spouting off their promises... must have been their security de'tail'.

It's the end of our day and we've managed to snag some FRESH SUSHI in a bowl, and a cool MOUSE balloon, so we were happy FAIR goers. Love those SUSHI NOMS!... the POLITICIANS... not so much!

Snagging some Sushi Noms at the County Fair.

An Upbeat Furriday

So things are looking up, the market has rallied back... somewhat... and we still have the FUR on our backs.  Our KIBBLE bin is almost back to it's glory days, but we still remain cautiously vigilant.  We never know when some SQUIRRELLY RAT may infiltrate our stockpile.  Needless to say, we decided to paws at our favorite hang out and treat ourselves to a Meowgarita, then it was off to Bud & Tony's Macaroni for some Niparoni and Pink Velvet cake.  Okay, so we indulged a bit too much, but for a couple of FINICKY KITTEHS, we felt it was a rather quaint and pawdestrian meal... nothin too fancy.  Our bellies are quite satisfied.

Such a great way to wind down the week... Twitterin with our furriends, and sharing some amusing video clips on our FB page.  Now that's what we call a Fricken Fun Furriday!

Enjoying our Meowgaritas.

Dining on Niparoni & Pink Velvet Cake!

Kibble Market Turmoil? Grab That Line Of Safety!

As we watch our KIBBLE INVESTMENTS ride the market like a bad 'coaster' ride... it's looking like there are going to be some 'leaner' days ahead fur our hungry KITTEH bellies.
Our FANCY FEAST, and FRISKIES are waaaay down in value, so we're looking closely at the more stable part of our portfolio... the 'CATNIP' market.  The NIP has always been our 'go to' commodity, so we're hitting it pretty hard lately.  Fresh Nip, Dried Nip, Nip infused balls, Nip tea... enough to send us clear out to NIPTUNE!
Our safety net of KIBBLES has always been our lifeline, and we never thought it would be in peril... but here we are... two KITTEHS up in the air with only one parachute, and half a bin of dry kibble left.
Time to do what any self respecting KITTEH would do...Go for that 'LINE OF SAFETY'... leap for one of our NINE LIVES and hang on tight, since half a bin of kibbles and one parachute is better than none at all.

Back In The Slammer!

TONY speaking here... Okay, so I had a bit of a lapse in my KITTEH judgement, and sprayed the wall in the dining room.  Mom sniffed it out, gave me her 'flared nostril, squinty eyes' look, and promptly threw my BAD KITTEH ASS into KITTEH JAIL!  Once again, I don't know what came over me... I blame it on my OCD.  It flared up since hearing about my KIBBLE INVESTMENTS tanking after yesterdays MARKET PLUNGE!  I don't have any pics to share since I've retreated to the BUNKER, where it's dark and quiet.  Even meditation hasn't been enough to calm my twitching whiskers.

The weekend is ahead, time to put on my good KITTEH muzzle, and work on the mojo.

Meditate With Paws Tucked In

As we watched the TICKER TAPE displaying our KIBBLE INVESTMENTS sliding into the LITTER BOX, it only seems reasonable that we find a way to ease the stress of all that fur raising dander....

MEDITATION...

Finding just the right environment is necessary fur optimal sensory concentration, so we've chosen our freshly raked ZEN GARDEN litter box.  Note our emphasis on 'FRESHLY RAKED'.  Sights, sounds, and 'SMELLS' will affect our meditative ENERGY, thus, freshness is key.
Once settled into a soft swirl of sand, we tuck our paws in, and begin our transcendental trance. Also remembering to wear a PRAYER BEAD COLLAR is good karma.

Meditate with paws tucked in,
Transform your daily CHI'.
Celebrate the YANG & YIN,
Of peaceful cat to pesky flea.

NAMASTE

iCE CREAM For Our Tummies

Now that all that political DEBT yowlin is quickly becoming OLD MEWS, it's time fur some joy in our ever expanding tummies.  Despite our periodic bouts of 'lactose intolerance', we still enjoy imbibing in a double scoop of our favorite flavors of, Calico Cherry, or Finicky Fudge.  Never mind that we'll pay for our indulgences later in the day with occasional explosions of gassy bellies. . . it's all worth it to us.  Mom and Papa will just have to live with our 'belly blow-outs' for a short while. . . although they can make our whiskers curl with their own noxious contributions.
Summers are all about lounging in Sunpuddles and lapping iCE CREAM from a CatNip Cone, with our iPhone handy, while readin our Horoscopes on our iPads or listening to our iPawed.
Never mind the debt. . . the U.S.A. still has a AAA rating, so have a couple of scoops of Vanilla goodness and chase it with a couple of LACTAID TABBIES.

Bored With Politics

We don't know about any of you KITTEHS out there, but we're gettin pretty bored with all this 'Political Wranglin'.  So long as our kibble bowls are kept fortified, then we're happy.
We could use a CATNIP reform policy that allows for full availability of the NIP for all uses, not just for medicinal purposes.  Of course, we'll need at least half the Tabbie vote, and two thirds of the Purebred and Domestic Shorthair initiative.  Guess we'll need to do some campaigning and lobbying for our purrticular special interests.  Like we said all this Politics is gettin our dander up.  Even a good brushing hasn't helped to shed that itchy undercoat that could be the bane of our agenda!
Instead of concerning our bright KITTEH minds with more POLITICAL NONSENSE... we think we'd rather do what most of our legislators turn to in crisis mode... PLAYIN A ROUND!

DOGS vs CATS?

Okay for any of you who read the article in today's Parade... don't believe evfurrything you read. First they proclaimed that dogs are smarter than us KITTEHS.  Ha!  Just because we don't RESPOND to an average of 165 words, doesn't mean that we aren't aware of their meaning.  We just don't feel like responding!  It's called selective hearing, and like it or not... it adds years to our 9 lifespans.  We'd say that's a pretty SMART plan.  We can do our THING without supervision, and who needs STAMINA when we got AGILITY?  Then they have the audacity to say we lack a dogs' versatility and drive!  What the?!  We can contort our fluid bodies into the most VERSATILE positions known to the mammal kingdom.  As for DRIVE... well we're experts at DRIVING our humans to the brink of insanity.
We say to all our fellow felines... unite and show your superiority, but first be sure to fulfill your 80% daily quota in REPOSE!

Out On Furlough

Just like some of our 'government' compadres, we've been 'fur'loughed. Since it's been a few days of lock-down, our shelves had run low of those all important provisions.  The NOM compartment was completely empty, and we were gettin close to havin a HISSYFIT.

As you can see we loaded up on our fave organic non GMO kibbles and gourmet eats.  It cost extra, but we slipped the cashier Mom's credit card, and threw in some extra 'tuna treats'... just in case the government goes into complete meltdown.

Our cart had an annoying squeaky/wobbly wheel that attracted some attention in the market... but that was fine by us KITTEHS, since we just adore attention!

Layin Back In Kitteh Jail

*TONY* Although I was the offending party in the CATPEE mayhem, we both get put in the slammer when ever either one of us commits a feliony. This may not look like a rigorous sentence... but trust us... being confined to a room with soft music and an overstuffed sofa is rough! As you can see, we're suffering great hardship. The sound of the ROBOFEEDER cranking round to our next meal is just torturous.  The five squares of kibble a day can get pretty monotonous, so we supplement with some of the nearby plants in our cell.  Fiber is a good thing.
We don't know yet what our minimum sentence is, but it's lookin like this stint is only for another 24 hours. Just enough time to catch some Z's and dream up more trouble.

Doing Time In Kitteh Jail

Okay, so one of us has been behaving badly... that being said... who done it?
*TONY* My bad! My OCD has been getting the best of me, and I've discovered some latent STINK in the corners of our territory. While on patrol in the living room, my nose picked up the scent of Eau De CatPee, and without even thinking about it... my glands just EXPLODED!
I got no hearing and no trial... they just threw my big fat cat butt into KITTEH JAIL!
Mom's not too happy about my behavior and Papa just looks the other way. I overheard Mom sayin somthing about another visit to the Vet along with some blurbs about Purrzac fur me. I'm on to them though, this could be a looooong Summer.

A great day for Expanding our Horizons

Today we've decided to take up some new hobbies. One of them being our introduction into the game of Pickle Ball. It kind of reminds us of a larger than life version of Ping Pong, only we have to hustle our furry little butts even more so. It's a good thing, however since Mom & Papa have us on calorie restriction lately. The veterinarian said that we needed to exercise more and drop a few pounds. It's no fun at all.  

*Tony*: I particularly am not happy with this calorie restriction crap, so I let Papa know by waking him up at 4:30 am every morning by pawing at his face, and standing on his chest. This causes great discomfort to him. Persistence is my primary virtue, so my tummy gets filled to my satisfaction. Now that's what I call EXPANDING my horizons!