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

BREAKING NEWS

Jean-Tom is freakin' preggers again by her brother. I think maybe we should break up.

--Jaz

I want a kitten

During the last two weeks while sitting in my kitchen window watching and talking with dumpster cats, I noticed a new addition: kittens. I discovered three kittens, two of which came up to our front porch, and a trepidatious mom. The kittens looked to be about a month old then, and so are about 6 weeks old now. They are stripey like me, but more brown than me. Also they're adorable and I want one.
More recently the mom is out of the picture and one kitten hangs out by itself or with the dumpster cats and the other is being raised by Coonie.
Yesterday Mom was using me as bait to lure one of the kittens for capturing. She kept sending me out the front door to try to make friends. It didn't quite work.
This morning, however, I was out on the front porch with Cheese and Crackers, Jean Tom and a kitten. Mom was able to sneak up on the kitten and grabbed it.
She brought it inside but it chowed down on her finger so she told it it had to leave. :(
I want a kitten.
Meg did not like the kitten. She hissed and fluffed her tail. She's always doing that. Drama queen.
I hope Mom will try again to catch me a kitten. She said I couldn't keep it always, though. Still, I like making friends.
--Jazpurr

I believe they can fly now

A couple months ago I started noteising some commotion in a levatating flower pot on my porch. Lots of cherping and movement above mie hed.

So I took it upon myself to moniter the pot all hours of the day Mom let me be outside.

Mom started taking pictures of what was going on. I don't no what the round things are ....

but eventully they got replaced with tiny fluffs...

and then with scary monsters...
and then with noisy yums.
They are gone now tho. Mom thinks they flew away last weekend. She said they were called Hows Finchs.

She also said the flower pot was filled with bird poopies.

--Meg

Ear wigging out

You won't beleeve what happened today!
I was in the bathroom with Mom when we both saw a bug by the tub. I went rite for it guess what?! The ear wig's but pinched me on the nose! It made me sneeze.
What nerv!
It doesn't show, but boy wat a jerk.

Earwigamus jerkamus

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