Nipful Dreams

A long time ago, Mom gave me and Jaz what she says is a "catnip pillow." It is a long tube of fabric about the size of my torso, and it smells like dizzy.

The furst pitcher is me hanging out with the pillow.

Jazpurr usually hogs the pillow and kicks it and bites it. I like to lick it and rub it on my face, like in the sekond pitcher. I don't know why I do this, but I feel kumpelled. Sometimes when I get the night juices in me, and I can't stay still, I will kick it too. It's never complayned about when we beat on it, but I'm not sure it likes it.

The last pitcher is me playing hard to get. I'm ignorring the pillow because I'm playing with my foil ball.

I love the foil ball. Mom and Ryan got me many more new foil balls. They like to run across the floor and I have to chaise them and sometimes carry them somewhere in my mouth. When Mom holds them they make this crinkly noise and then I know they are getting ready to eskape from her klutches.

The Origin of Life

The other day I asked Ryan where kittens come from. He said they come from dumpsters. He said your fer color is picked by whatever trash is in the dumpster when you are born. He said there was lots of gray poopon and a litle bit of blue and silver butterfly wings in the dumpster when I was born.
So then I asked if Peter Nincompoop, Cheese and Crackers, Cat and Jean-Tom could be my brothers and Ryan said yes and that I should be nicer to them.
The next morning I went to the front door to go outside to see my brothers, but Mom said no and closed the door on my head. I tried really hard but she was adomant.
Later before Mo came home I saw a funny lookin kitty from my perch at the kichen window. It was gray and black stripey and had a black mask around its eyes. It came to our door and tried to talk to us. Jazpurr is teaching me morris code so next time I can talk to him. He said his name is Cooney. Next thing we know Cooney runs away and Mom opens the door. I guess Cooney didn't like Mom.

--Meg

Engineers' Guide to Cats

We find this video to be quite informative about our species. We do not, however, condone the use or applicability of "corporal cuddling."

I like girls

The Hideabed, where we live, has been quite the social gathering place since we moved in. Mom has since realized the gender I prefer: girls.

Ryan has had a number of friends over, none of which are appealing. I mostly spy on them to make sure they aren't marking this as their territory. Meg likes the boys, though. She flirts with them and talks to them. Psshht.

Mom brings girl friends over. I particularly like the peoples with the name of Sara(h). I believe this goes back to my childhood when I lived with Aunt Sarah and Agatha.

Mom's work friend Sara has a soft face and Medusa-like wild tendrels on her head that I must battle for her protection.

Cousin Sara has a good-smelling face.

Mom had work Sara and work Lisa for a visit Friday and they watched Newsies. I once did a spin off of that movie called Newscats: The Meowsical. You might recognize some friends of mine in the second promo poster, such as Pretty Kitty, Little Kitty and Mega.

--Jazpurr

The Adventures of Krummy the Kindness Kitty

We welcome another guest blogger. Krummy lives at Mom's office. Mom says she and Nick The Bull share custody of Krummy. I don't believe she'd have an illegitimate kitty, however. Here's Krummy's post about life at SNP.
--Jazpurr

Greetings Mega and Jazzpurr;
As you can imeowgine, I get bored sitting atop my cubicle lair in search of meanness and mices. I thought I would take the time record my thoughts and whatever else spews from my meowth (besides hairballs).
First, I will properly introduce meowself to those who aren't privy to my existence.I am Krummy the Kindness Kat. I was sent from planet Krumlauf to balance the fight between kindness and Tim K. lol.
Here is a recap of what I witnessed on what meow masters call, "Deadline Day."
Monday:I heard my arch nemesis, King Krummy (Tim K) yelling at Nick to learn the ways of the levy and wondered if he needed a hug. While trying to climb to King Krummy's desk, I realized I was stuffed and had a hard time moving (must have been all the ketchup and mustard I stole from the cafeteria).
I will continue to plot and scheme against this master of meanness and find a way to hug the crap out of him. (Pardon my French).
I hope you guys are having a wonderful time and please be sure to save a spot for me in the dryer. Also, Meg, do you think you have room in your next meowvie for a superheremeow? Pieces be with you (or something like that).
Hugs,
Krummy the Kindness Kat

Meg will drink your milkshake

Mom said there was talk about a sertain milkshake movie at her work today and that I should tell you about a movie I did called There Will Be Meg. It was a fairly furry movie in which I play a catnip cartoon (she means "tycoon" --J). Despite it's name, howmever, there's not as much Meg as there is in my other movie, No Country for Old Meg.


I got into acting not long after I started modeling. The Hollymeowd bigwigs thought I was sooted for plush rolls. One thing led to another and now I'm a starr.


You should rent them both. They are gems.
*P.S. Click on the posters to see a larger immage.

MEG