Playing Make Believe

I FANCY MYSELF ... a dunce.

I FANCY MYSELF ... a duck.
I FANCY MYSELF ... a plastic bag.

I FANCY MYSELF ... in jail.

I FANCIED MYSELF ... adrift on a choral raft.

I FANCY MYSELF ... a shoe.

I FANCY MYSELF ... a skunk.

I FANCY MYSELF ... tough.

I FANCY MYSELF ... a ball of yarn.

I FANCY MYSELF ... an adorable humidifier.

--Meg

OMG aka Day Meg, fighter of the Night Ryan

You won't beeleeve what my mom did to me yesturday nighttime. But first, some background:
So there are too kinds of Ryan. Theres reguler Ryan and bedtime Ryan. Bedtime Ryan is this giant lazy guy who grabs you to his chest and wont let go and then falls asleep with you inprisoned.

Night Mom isnt much better. She wants to snuggle you too under the covers and make you be lovey.

I find its best to avoid these bedtime peeple at all costs. During the dark times, I will sneak up to see if bedtime Mom is awake. Also I will wake her to feed me before the sun comes up.

So back to the OMG, Oh My Galoshes.
The other night Mom was sleeping and I was ready for food. So I did my usooal thing of digging at her legs and such to tell her to get up. She kept kicking me in the face and kicking me off the bed and so I had to be more aggressive.
Eventually she grabbed me and tucked me into the Bedtime Ryan hold.
Now, when Ryan holds me like that I have to give up beecause he is strong and has big arms. Bedtime Mom, on the other paw, is easily fought off. Besides, she's never done anything mean to me befour.
Well I fought will all my mite and the Bedtime Mom jist kept fightting back to keep me confined in her grazp.
This lasted 5 minootes.
Eventually I started yelling at her during the last 2 minootes.

I said, "Let me goooooooo. This isn't faaaaaarrreeee."

Then the funny noise thing went off that signals Bedtime Mom will morf into regular Mom (It's the cell phone alarm --Jaz).
So I was mad at Mom for a while, but I knew it was not her fault. It was Bedtime Mom's fault.

The next night I started out my digging with a kneeding and also let Bedtime Mom pet me. That seemed to appeese it.

--Meg

What happened here?

So Mom was snooping through photos on her mom's computer when she came across a treasure trove of pics from when I was a kit (and also some of the other one [Hey! That's me. Dont call me other one!] Hey get out of my parentheses.).
I'm putting this photo up in the hopes you can help me figure out why I'm so wet and miserable looking. Clearly I've blocked it from my memory.
I've never been given a bath and although I've been caught in the rain many a time, I don't think I've ever gotten this wet. I guess it's possible.
What do you think? Use the comments to field your suggestions.
Also enjoy this cute pik of me when I was a ketten. Aint I cutesie?
Even as a kit you could tell there was empty air behind those eyes.
Yir a jerk!

--Jazpurr & Meg

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

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