Animated Example

We've previously posted on our methods of waking Mom in the morning for breakfast and general play demands. We found this video of an animated version of how to wake up a person, which we think is instrumental in understanding our method. Neither of us has perfected the ear pull, nor do we have a bat in the house. Also we don't know who this creepy muscle guy is.
--Jaz

Looking Buff

So I'm not mad at Ryan anymore. He got me this kickin Teeshirt. It's a totally tru statemint too. Doggies are fraid of me.

The shirt really shows off my guns. Look out or I'll sock you one! Jist ask Jazpurr, he knows.

Hey! Shut you face! I beat you up sometimes too, little miss priss.

Don't little miss priss me. Jist cuz my collar is pink don't mean I'm no sisy. It matches my tongue!

Phht. Whatever.

--Meg & Jazpurr

Don't mess with the Mega

So, I'm kinda pised at Ryan.
Lately when the dumpster kitties come to beg for food like the peethetic beggers they are, Mom leaves the door cracked while she fills their dumpster bowl with food.
So one day I was out and aboot and went to the door and found some kitties trying to come in. I had no choice but to defend my territoory so I puffed myself up and hissed up a storm.
Later Mom and Ryan had a talk with me and said I shouldnt be so mean to the dumpstees and that they just want to be my friend.
Ryan was petting me later and I was lovin' it but then I thought maybee it was a dumpster cat petting me so I spun around and hissed at him. Turns out I was wrong. It was Ryan.
But what makes it worst is later I heard Ryan tell Mom maybee they should trade me for Peter Nincompoop!!

What the fluff!

They wanted to send me out to live with them savagges and give that little runt of a girl my mega meals.

Dog spit!

So anyway, that's why I'm mad at Ryan. One day I spent the whole day hiding and when I came out I made like I liked it when Ryan was petting me but then when he was leest expecting it (burn notice) I hiss. Still doing that.
Thats what you git for trying to put me out in the coold.
--Meg

Once Upon a Midnight Fishing

One of my favorit pass times is fishing. I like to do it from the comfort of my own feeding zone, tho.
Most days when Mom gives me my brekfest or diner, I drop a few pieces of my food in the water bowl when she's not looking. Then I fish them out and when I git them their all soft and tastee.
It itsn't easy fishing for yor food. It means yor going to git yor paw fur and paw pads wet.
I often stop to cleen my paw once it gets too soggy.
But you have to keep going until you git them all. Or until you git full and don't want them anymore.
Mom doesn't like it when I fish, that's why I have to drop them in secritly. She says I get my dirty little litter paws in the water and make it not cleen.
Whatev, Mom, I like litter water.
Mom took this videeo so she coold show it to me later and tell me I was cought. As you can see, I am battling three food fishies, but I git bored before I can git the last one.


--Meg

Night Mooves / No sleep for the mother

So Mom and Ryan function on a different sleeping/waking schedule than we do. They stop functioning when it's dark outside, whereas we catch our shut-eye during those annoying daylight hours and party down at night.

We're trying to alter Mom's schedule.

Ryan frequently is gone during the sleeping hours, which leaves ample napping space on the bed. Despite this space, however, the most comfortable spot is on Mom's legs. Meg and I like to take baths, nap and wrestle eachother on Mom's legs.
Our goal of course is to keep Mom from sleeping so she'll play with us.

Ive gotten inta a fewd wit the beddroom door jam. We battle every moorning round 6 or 7 when Mom's still sleeping. I kick it and grab it and make a rukkus. Mom usually throws a stoofed aminal at me. She missed me the other day, tho.

When the sun starts coming up we really hungry. I try to tell Mom it's breakfast time. I get on the bed by her face and say, "Hey. I'm hungry." Then I sit on the bedside table and watch her. Anytime she seems to be awake I remind her.

Sumtimes in the night and erly morning, I check to see if Mom is really in sleepybye. I creep up to her face just to check. She always is, tho. She tries to pet me like I want lovin' and I'm like backoff. Sumtimes when I'm hungee I go to her face and tickle her with my wiskers.

--Jazpurr and Meg

Family Fun

So Mom abandoned us Sunday to go to her family holiday party. We were originally planning to attend so we could meet our cousin Stanley, who you might remember from such posts as "Stan the Man."

We diddnt go tho cuz Ryan had a hed pain. I wanted to stay to take care of him. My purring power is wicked heeling.

I stayed home to make sure Ryan didn't get into any trouble. I think he was faking the migraine. He's tricked me before.

Allso our grampy gave us a catgrass growee for Winter Solstice. I keep telling Mom to plant it, but she hasnt yet. Im hungee.

Here's a look at the photos we had taken for the holiday card we sent out to peoples and kitties this year. I wasn't too happy about the snow suit, but it was either that or the girly cloak.

--Jazpurr and Meg

String Theory

My Aunt Sarah came to visit me last week from Maine. At first I though, "What's going on!?" then I knew, it was my auntie.

She brought me a present. It's pretty rainbow-sherbet-colored string made of bamboo.

If you don't already know, I'm a bit of a string connoisseur. The thinner the string, the better, I say, but this bamboo string might be my favorite kind so far.

What's the thinnest of stings, you might ask? It's human hair. I find it on the bathroom floor all the time or sometimes I steal it out of the trash can when Mom throws hers away.

Second thinnest is thread, which oftentimes escapes from the hemlines of people's clothes. I find it on the floor and sometimes I accidentally eat it. Mom doesn't like that, she usually takes thread away from me.

Contrariwise, twine can be quite entertaining.

It has a different sort of flow as it glides through the air and into my grasp. It's also good for shredding.

This bamboo sting is most soft, however. Sometimes I just gather it in a pile and rub my face on it. It smells like Aunt Sarah. Maybe one day I will see my cousin Agatha again.

--Jazpurr