Sunday Selfie: Budzilla Whaps the Wise Guys

My, my. What have we here?

His gift wasn't good enough.  Worse,

it wasn't for me. Whap! One down.

It's a little hard to see, but down near

my paws, Mary & Joseph got whapped too.

My work here is done.

For now.

P.S. He didn't tell you that he flipped Baby Jesus into a face-plant on the manger floor, did he? I thought not. 

~Gigi the Good

Sunday Selfie: Synchronized Sleeping

Here we are again after a long week of the Human's failing to heed our desperate pleas to post, as we are hoping not to repeat that four-month absence from our still-infant blog (the title of which I find unacceptably exclusionary. ~Buddy, the Trustworthy Tabby). 

At least she has acceded to our more-than-reasonable request this evening. Now we must lobby hard to get her to help us visit our new friends, who must wonder about our enforced silence. It just isn't right, Kitties. 

Sunday Selfie: I See You

 

Where's.My.Breakfast?

It's 7:28 a.m. and she's on the computer. Does she not understand that I have not eaten a morsel since maybe 10:30 p.m., like four days ago. 

A few weeks back, the Stabby Place Person said I was getting to be the "F"-word (no, not that one, Sillies--the three-letter one). Does that mean I am no longer going to get my foods, I wonder?

I confess I am more than a little worried, my furiends.

He Licked My Precious FursAnd I Will Never Be the Same

We were enjoying a companionable post-breakfast lie-about 

when I fell asleep on the bed. In the depths of my slumbers, I heard an unmistakable slurping. 

I thought, "Oh good! Stinky Boy is taking a baff!"

Oh Kitties, I have never been so completely wrong in my life!

And here is the fresh evidence. I lodged a complaint with the local magistrate (okay, just the Human) who took an official photograph of the still-damp incriminating evidence. Believe me, Kitties, that wet spot did not come from this sugar-and-spice girlcat. Surely it will dry, right? 

Sunday Selfie: Happy Halloween, Kitties & Humans

 We have a nice treat spidey for later. We hope you do, too.

Buddy:  I wish we didn't have to share him. He's not that big.

Gigi:  Maybe the Human will get us another one.

Buddy:  Yeah, but she'd dead him for us, so it wouldn't be any fun.

Gigi:  Oh, like you've ever killed anything by yourself!

Buddy:  I'm a lover, not a fighter.

Gigi:  You're just a chubby pacifist. Are you even a real cat? 

Buddy:   Well, now you've hurt my feelings

Gigi:  Q.E.D.

Must I Really Change My Header to Add His Picture?

I mean, just look at me! I am delicate and purrfect in every way. He is large and kind of smelly and will take up so much room that *my* picture will have to be smaller. Does he really even care? And if I must give him room on the header, will he also expect to have a voice on *my* blog? And I feel quite panicky when I think about whether or not there will be a blog-name change! Pardon me now while I rest.

I am . . . 
Sugar and spice and everything nice

And he is . . .
Snips and snails, and puppy dogs' tails