Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Yep, Kitties

I finally killed our tree. I sure did.
The Human says this one
is all I get for now.
Meanie.

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36 comments:

  1. Really, who needs a tree unless you want to piddle in the dirt. Lookit you widdle foot dangling off the pillow. Don't move cos I'm gonna make some kitty very happy soon. You'll forget all about the tree.

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  2. I don't have any indoor plants. Sometimes when we're in the back yard mom lifts me up so I can scratch the tree. I even stood on a branch once.

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  3. Ha! My mom *hoards* our live plants in her room (off limits to us) just so she can kill 'em herself!

    Pretty selfish, if you ask me.

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  4. We are unimpressed with that tree. Another one is definitely needed for you to practice your bonsai skills on.

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  5. Heh-heh, nice work! We are impressed with your skills. Go check out Princeton's skills on my blog.

    Have a great Wednesday!

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  6. How did you kill it? We kitties here have never gotten the opportunity to kill any plant here - my human always does it first.

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  7. Tell us Spittola! HOW did you DO that killing?? I was always impressed I have to confess,that it stayed looking so nice for so long.

    I enjoyed the baff, half 'n' half and conversation UT.

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  8. Good work Spitty! Did you eat it or drown it?

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  9. Well at least you can't kill that one.....you could ERASE it, but not kill it....hahaha

    Kitty Hugs, Sammy

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  10. respect, Spitty. I worked for more than a year to kill the trees in my back yard (success more so-so. Can you mail me the instruction sheet?

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  11. We're cracking up at Williams comment!!

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  12. How did you do it? Inquirin' minds are gonna wanna know.

    Purrs,
    Nissy

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  13. We're curious how you killed the tree: eating leaves, peeing in the dirt, scratching the trunk?

    A replacement certainly isn't the same, is it?

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  14. Spitty how did you kill it? Do tell.
    Sue B

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  15. dood...de tree lookz prette good ta uz; burd free, knot a lot oh main ten antz...burd free...

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  16. It looks ta US, Spitty, like you dug all the dirt out of the pot!

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  17. You did a great job pal on killing dat tree. Dat's what happens when the humans try to bring things inside dat belong outside. he he

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  18. seriously!! you dedded that humongous tree Mom said kept trying to eat your human when she and Dad visited you???? That was a really big tree Spittster...wow...we are all very impressed...

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  19. Maybe you could use it as a scratching post, Spitty, though it does look pretty scrawny.

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  20. Spitty I see that there is now a photoshop tree you sure did good job for her to omit you are superior.

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  21. Isn't it mandatory for humans to immediately order a new tree when the old one dies or is killed?

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  22. Hi Spitty, Meowma speaking this time. Just had to tell you about my pride here. They have destroyed every plant that I have brought into the house except one. I have a big old cactus garden. They haven't killed it but....they comb their fur on it. So I have to keep a comb near by to de-fur it once in a while. I guess that is the only thing they could think of to do to it. The little stinkers.
    Love your blog,
    Meowma

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  23. Good work my fuuriend !
    Me is doing the best I can to kill dad´s huge Monstera , but I haven´t succeded yet :(

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  24. Live plants don't stand a chance around here. You are pretty lucky to have that photoshopped one. We don't even get one of those. Purrs and hugs, Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth and Calista Jo

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