Flirtfest

I thought I'd share some photos from a recent flirting session with my girlfriend Jean-Tom and her brother Cheese and Crackers.

I go out the front door just about daily to hang with them. It kind of bores me these days to be honest and I think Jean-Tom can tell. She gets testy and smacks me when I'm not paying attention to her.

I did pay attention to her but in this shot, though.

--Jazpurr

You're on Candid Camera

So Bitey McJerkface is getting big. Clearly he/she's found other fingers to feast on.

He/she's also hanging around with a new fellow I've yet to formally meet, I-Gor. He's got pink eye or something going on, but he's quite friendly, I hear.

Anyway, Bitey is quite adverse to getting anywhere near Mom since she wouldn't let him/her eat her finger, but I managed to snap these shots from the kitchen window of Bitey and I-Gor hanging out.

--Jazpurr

The taste of hummingbird in the afternoon

This is Flita. Flita has a friend called Flit II. They are young hummingbirds that frequent my porch. The other day I was napping on the couch when a banging sound aroused me. Lo and behold Flita was inside the apartment banging against the sliding glass door.

Of course I was on the scene instantly.

Mom shut the curtain around us to trap Flita against the door--all the better to catch her. Mom also opened the sliding door as wide as it would go--all the worse to catch her.

At some point Flita got tired and I was able to nab her to the ground.

She tasted quite buzzy.

Mom got mad at me, though and made me stop savoring the snack. I kept trying to reclaim Flita but Mom kept getting mad and shooing me away.

Eventually mom toweled Flita and set her free. Drat!

--Jazpurr

Culinary Artist

I was helpeeng Mom make roobarb merang pie. The merange is reallie yum. I got messy.

I sit on a stool when I help Mom with the cooking. She calls me kwalitee controll.

Also I jist discuverd zookini is yum too. Also koko nut.

--Meg

Shoe Box Wars

You are banished to this box!


That's right I'm watching you.


Scroo yoo, dis is mi box!


Im waching YOO.



I can smell yor trecherie.


Tell yer gost to keep away from mi gost.


Hey, what's this?


Back up, buddie!

UNBREAKING NEWS

Jean-Tom is not full of babies anymore and we've reconcilled. She hasn't told me about any kids...so I'm guessing she ate them/gave them up for adoption.

--Jazpurr

My new friend / Alien invasion

All of a sudden the other day Mom brought something into the bathroom from outside and shut the doors. There were some scrabbling noises and then I heard some "meows".

Mom poot something in the room where my food and poopy box is and shut the door. There was noise, there was a new smell. Then alien kitten sounds.

So I said, "Hey in there. Hey, Mom, can I go in the bathroom?" So Mom let me in.

There was my new kitten!! It was on the bathroom counter kick-boxing all of the counter items into the sink.

I stayed in there even when Mom left for the store. She was worried my kitten would beat me up because its sibling bit her. I was cautious only to not scare the wee thing. It looked small and nice, but scared.

I couldn't get close enough to sniff out its gender, but it looked kind of masculine, yet girlie.

Jaz went in and wen he came out I hizzed at him.

Mom brought back a special litter box for my kitten from the store and put my box in the kitchen, along with my bowl. He-she kept talking when Mom would go in the bathroom, telling her not to mess with him-her.

Mom moved stuff and then I kood pee in the kitchen.

During the night my kitten would talk about sad things, but I wanted to stay with my Mom. The bathroom floor is hard.

That thing kipt waking me up!

Half way through the next day, Ryan closed Meg and me in the bedroom, put my kitten in a trash can and helped Mom put he-she in a cage.

We got all locked up without FOOD when Ryan put the thing in a vet transporty box. I hadn't even finished my brekfest!

My kitten is gone now, but I can still smell her every now and then behind the people toilet. Mom took pictures of him-her:

I admit she might have had an evil streak in her.

--Jazpurr & Meg

Eat at *spew sound*

Mom found this sign on the Internet and we'd though we'd share it. When Mom told me about it she thought it was hilar that the vomit was a pile of pebbles. I decided to remind her that, indeed, at times cat vomit does look like pebbles by leaving her a few piles. She even stepped in one, which I guess is the whole purpose of the sign--to avoid that.
At any rate, I think this is a good opportunity to segue into a conversation about puking. I am quite fond of the pasttime. I do it when Mom is so kind and foolish enough to give me her leftover cereal milk, I do it after I eat plants, I do it after I eat ribbon--you know, the usual.
I also get hairballs. I rarely up chuck these as I prefer to digest them whether they like it or not. When not puking them I often get coughing fits. These make Mom fell bad for me because I make an awful noise as I get into cough pose. Ryan thinks its hilarious. Jerk.

Me on the other paw dont do much of the pyooking. My food is too precious to regerjit8. I like to keep in my belly where I kin continyoo to enjoi it.
Also I don't do the hole hairbal thing. Mom says its cuz I have majic fir. The silkie silverness of it makes it not clogging in my colon. I offen dominate Jaz by cleaning him (or do this to annoy him off Mom's lap so I kin have his spot) but his not majic fir doesnt clog me. I gess my tummies silver majic too.

--Jazpurr and Meg