Grrr, computer

They might have "mouses" attached to them and that super entertaining arrow I can never catch on the screen, but computers take far too much out of what would otherwise be play time. We found this awesome cartoon that illustrates, quite literally at first, the lengths we cats go to to draw our parents away from the Internet.

I always employ the stand-up-and-rub-my-paws-on-the-chair move, which usually gets me a standing belly pet.


I like to set on moms lap or behine her in the chair to make her lest comferball.


I also like to walk and sit in front of the screen. That usually makes Mom mad. Anyway, enjoy the comic here.


--Jazpurr and Meg

Killer Shadowplay

So Meg and I like to sit out on the porch and watch the birds and etc. which is pretty cool. Every now and then we try to jump at them via the porch railing but have yet to be successful.

Well after two years of just looking and failing to catch any birdies, I've gotten kind of bored. That's why I came up with a new form of birdwatching. I first employed this inside. In the morning the sun shines through the back door and onto the wall where the couch is. So I would run after the bird shadows on the wall by jumping on the couch. Cool, huh?

I've amped it up one notch. I now sit with my back to the actual birds while batting at their shadows on this chair. The shadows you see in the picture are from plants, not birds, but that only adds to the challenge of recognizing what is aflutter and what is just swaying in the breeze.

You should try this. It's really fun. Meg doesn't get it though. Too complex of a subject I guess.

--Jazpurr

Where am I?

So things look a bit different around here, aye? Blogger gave us some new options and let us customize so obviously when we stubbled across this background with the birdies, we couldn't resist (Meg still needs reminding you can't eat bird sillouttes off the screen.)
Let us know how you like it in the poll to the left.

--Jazpurr

Lord of the Hum 3: Return of the Flit

Flit has returned to our porch for the third year. Well, we think it's the third year. We know it's the same hummingbird we had last summer because when we first spotted him he was looking for the feeder where it was hung last year.
But to jump back a step, first Mom heard Flit chirping, then she saw him. Then she ran and fixed his sugar water. Don't know what he likes about that stuff. Seems boring to me. Where's the meat?
Well after my taste of Flit (or his lady friend, Flita [don't know which]) last year, I'm pretty bored with the hummingbirds. They're too fast to even give them the time of day. Go buzz around a cheetah, why don't ya!
I'll stay focused on the finches and such that eat the bird seed. At least they're full of sunflowery goodness, not sugar.

--Jazpurr

Keep your mitts off my nip!

As you know, cats are big fans of our drug of choice: catnip. Cats have different reactions to the potent plant. I become somewhat violent; I roll in the nip and I run about.

I get all melo and like to lick wher the nip smell comes from.

In this instance, Meg got too close to my stash when I was trippin'.

--Jazpurr & Meg

World Cup

So Im pritty much a socker pro. Iv got a bunch of pingpong balls that I play with cuz they're the best size. I did a hedder a few days ago and reely imprezd Ryan.

Im pritty privit when it comes to playing anything, cluding socker, so theres no vid e o of me. There is some of Jaz during a traneing sezshun we had. Hes getting it. He dosnt have the comitment i have tho.

--Meg

You might know us from such museums as the Louvre

A while back Mom did paintings of us. I was first because I'm the favorite.

Not troo! Mom spent more time doing mine so obvusly she likes me best.

Regardless, we got immortalized on canvas. The paintings now hang in the cat zone in the bathr
oom. NO, this is not where the litter box is, this is above our food area. These photos are kind of blurry and dull, but you get the jist.

I look a little pale in mine, but it does a great job of capturing my passion for cleaning my paws.

I like mine OK. My eyes are yoosuly briter, but this angle makes me look thin.

Additionally, Aunt Sarah gave Mom the coolest watercolor ever. Mom really likes the Simpsons TV show, so Aunt Sarah painted her and Ryan and us cats as Simpsons.

That's me on the arm--far from Ryan. Meg's in the middle. Ossum, huh?

--Jazpurr & Meg

I vet you can't guess how NOT fun it was

So Mom did the unthinkable Saturday: She took us to the vet.
The torment of the vet is twofold. Not only is there the absolute terror of being at the vet, but there's the car ride to and from.
So on the way there I did my usual total misery scream the whole time. Mom had Mega and me in the same cage. She thinks it will make us happy to be together. It doesn't.

It yoosully makes me feel better but this time I made some sad cries on the way. On the way back I just looked at Mom thru the cage cracks.

So we get there and it smells all funny. We go in a room and Mom lets us out. "Sweet!" I think. I'm wrong.
A lady comes in and is all petting us and stuff. Then she takes me out of the room and makes me stand on something and expects me to stay there. Dummy. I guess it was a scale: I'm 12 pounds.

I thought the lady was alrite. It was a neet room. I 'splored and just chilld. I'm 13 pounds.

So then ANOTHER lady comes in and by this point I've been shaking and crying the whole time and Mom keeps petting me but that doesn't really make me feel better--she's the one who brought us here.

The other lady poked her fingers all in me and stuff and told Mom I need to lose some wate. Pssht. We'll see about that.

The lady poked me too. Then she totally embarrased me by telling Mom I have a big bowel movement coming. Who says that?! Then she gave me a shot in my hip area, but I couldn't even feel it. Then she left me alone but I was still super scared.

The first lady came back and took me out of the room and then some guy did unspeakable things to me. Mom had told the ladies I was deprezed sometimes--its troo. So I didnt get the shot I got the violatshun insted. The guy put a needle in my place where I stor my yello likwid. Then he poked a needle in my neck and took some red stuff. I was not so happy by the time I got back in the room with Mom. She showed me the cage and I was happy to go back in.

Finally we left and I cried all the way home. It was great to be home though. But for the rest of the day I felt all achey and tired. I slept in my cat bed and didn't eat much. I'm better today though.
I did hear the lady say I needed my teeth cleaned and then she proceded to mention anesthesia and stuff. I hope Mom doesn't take me back for that. That would suck.


Jazpurr & Meg

Baby It's Cold Outside

I'm getting ready for some snowcat building.

Meg called me a loser...

So I threw myself away.

I've got your love to keep me warm

It's a very white day here at the Hideabed, and according to the TV, a lot of other places as well.

By my calculations, Mom should be leaving the house today for going to her job, but she's at home. Ryan, however, did leave the house (SCORE!), so I have Mom all to myself.

I started the day snuggling with Mom as she slept in, then Mega and I watched the birds all plump and chirpy eating at the feeder.

Then I decided to be particularly generous and sit on Mom's lap. I'm not much of a lap cat; I'm the independent type, you know. So I did that for a while when Mom was watching a movie, The Big Heat. It didn't look too warm on the TV, but they need to send some of that warmth through the tube.

Next I picked a spot next to Mom on the couch where I have been camping out this afternoon. Tonight I'll probably do some playing and some chasing of Meg. Mayhap Mom and I will play Hide and Seek or Catch Me If You Can. Good times.

This photo is what I look like when I sleep. Pretty adorable, huh? That's my pal, Bunny. Mom likes to think we're best pals, but sometimes he needs a good bite.

--Jaz