Our First Valentine’s Day Extravaganza! ~~

We could not miss wishing our furriends a Happy, HAPPY Valentine’s Day!  Oh, we took the greatest of pains to dress for the holiday.  We used separate, private rooms for our dressing and didn’t let anyone, including Mom and even each other, know what we had planned. We even hired our own separate professional photographers!  I can’t wait to see Sam.  He’s been mewing and carrying on and struttin’ his stuff for days!

Our Mom says she is still loaded down with papers but is getting closer to a finish. I just hope she doesn’t see us using her computer. She laid down the claw…er, law, and said ‘NO TYPING while I’m gone’, so we’re hurrying as fast as we can.  Here is our surprise Happy Valentine’s Day!  I can’t wait to see which of us looks the best!  This is just so exciting that I’m all a-twitter with stage fright nerves!

Me first!

Oh my COD! Sam is screaming his head off at me and saying I should be ashamed!  What’s the matter with him?  A girl should be proud of her body, and mine is luscious!  Besides, I got an offer I couldn’t refuse from P-ewwie Hefner of PlayCat magazine.

Ok, here comes Sam!

Oh good GRIEF!  How could he do that? He looks like a freakin’ PIMP!  Ohhhh, Sam!

No time to change or get a new photographer nowwwww --- Here comes MOMMM!

RUNNNNN!!!

(…and we’ll be visiting you SOON – we might need a new home after this…)

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Mom is in the midst of taxes so we don't get to type or anything. Hrmumph. No fun, Mom. But she says this will take at least a week and probably 2, so if you don't see her blogging OR visiting, that's why. She'll be back as soon as she can.

My Turn, My Turn!

…and once again, Lucy speaks:

Guess what.  Sam got a turbo track.  Yes, Sam, not me. Sam loves the crazy thing. I don’t like it and see no point in it whatsoever, BUT, I will guard it, hehehe.  I love seeing Sam get all bent out of shape when I’m the sentry of the day.

I stare at him and say what he says to his mousies, “DO NOT MOVE”.  Sam will wait all day……so will I, hehe.

I have to be very hush-hush about this next thing I’m going to tell you.  You must promise never to tell my mom.  You know I say I’m a satin kind of gal?  Well, it’s true!  I take my daytime naps all by myself on “my” satin and silk comforter.  I’m sure it’s “my” own room, too, ‘cause Mom’s never said any differently.  There is a very special pillow on this bed and I just had to touch.  It is made of silk and pearls and oh my goodness, it is so beautiful!  How could I not touch it?  Now here is the part that you must NEVER let my mom know because she said she hocked the house to buy this pillow.  I eased my paw out towards this delicious looking pillow, and then I extended one – just ONE – very finely sharpened claw.  I moved ever so carefully and quickly and then snatched a pearl as fast as I could!  It went flying up in the air and onto the floor and rolled under the dresser.  I looked back at the pillow.  Uh oh….UH OH!…it shows a pearl is missing!  I have been working diligently to cover up my mistake.  I am kneading and kneading the pearls together and yes! They are beginning to move!  Why, in no time, no time at all, Mom won’t be able to even tell!  Ohhhh, I am so creative!  Besides, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do, right?  (why do those threads look so squiggly now?) By the way, what is “hocked”?  Is it anything like hacked? I mean I’ve hacked a hairball, but has Mom hacked a house?

Here I am almost ready for my close-up.  “Just one more minute Mr DeMille…There’s a floof out of place”.

READY!  (see the pearls?)

“Oh how I love the poiles, the poiles, the lurvely poiles!” Mom says when I do that accent, it’s not attractive.  Hey, she’s not the one in front of the camera now, right?

Mornings MOLS With Me, SAM!

Hi! Sam here this morning!  Mom said I could tell you about my morning ritual that has been going on every morning without fail for 6 years.

First I wake up Mom with very droolin’ kisses. Somehow I learned that actually pressing my droolie lips to her face and holding them there just like a human was the way to go. I start on her cheek, then move to her eye lids and then, smack dab on her lips with mine. That gets her up every time. If she doesn’t move fast enough, I part my lips and use my teeth to grab her lip and well…she’s not too happy about that one.

Then it’s time for breakfast downstairs. Lucy runs like the wind down the steps and beats everyone to the kitchen.  I take my time and take only one step for each that Mom takes. If she stops, I stop; if she starts moving faster, so do I.  I think she thinks it’s a game because she always starts giggling. If she backs up a step, so do I. Drives me crazy.

To the kitchen and she fills my dry fuds dishes with my Fancy Feast Gold. Then the wonderful sound of the ‘pop’ of the can top and I know breakfast is very close. I start to drool up again. Oh boyyyy, here come the plates!  Lucy showed me that it’s much better to have the plates in the middle of the kitchen floor because you can see from all sides. Mom wasn’t thrilled with this discovery but she finally gave in when we whined enough.

After we eat, we head straight to the litter box and take turns. We yell very loudly for Mom to come and scoop right away.  She is so well trained that we’ve almost decided to teach classes or write a book, “How to Litter Train Your Mom”.

Now it’s MY turn for MY special fun. I run upstairs and get my brown/white mouse. As I’m carrying it down the steps, I begin yelling, all the while with it in my mouth. Yes, I am a ventriloquist!  At the bottom of the stairs, I drop it and begin to scream at it in case it decides to move. I get so loud that Lucy runs to see what the matter is.  Then she sees and just shrugs and walks off.  Next I go back upstairs to get the other mouse, Lucy’s mouse (well, it used to be mine, too). I do the same thing with that one.  Now that they are downstairs, I can take them to each room with me later on. That makes me very happy and I think it’s good organization for the day.

Then it is time for a nap from all the morning work, so I go back upstairs and grab that warm spot on the bed before Mom can get there and try to make the bed. Most times I lose and have to move but sometimes, just sometimes, I win…..

Mom said to tell you that the most amazing thing about me is that I take both mousies back upstairs at the end of the day and and then scream at them again to let them know “DO NOT MOVE”. Then I put them back into my wicker toy basket. Most of the time they make it, but sometimes one is only near it.  I’m sure that one moved. I’m sure of it!!

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(dictated to Lucy for typing on the Underwood typewriter)

Sanctuary Sunday Smiles ~~

Well…Sam took all the mats and all the birdies on Friday. That’s a ManCat for you. But look! It’s back! My mat is back! Sam had better not even glance at my birdie. Look at me, I’m talking and smiling at the same time! Mom said she doesn’t think she’s ever seen me smile so BIG………

New Quilts and Bunny-Kicked Birdies! ~~

This is Sam speaking today and I’m speaking to Stacy and her Miss Stella --- HEYYY, you two, can you hear me?  Ohhh, but I am LOVIN’ my new quilt and birdie!  Mom put them on the living room floor this morning and then made a little video of us…well, she tried.  She’s not exactly known for being able to hold the cam still; you know how old age is.  There are 3 videos and you’re going to see how much we loved our quilts.  This first is the very moment we laid our lovely eyes on them, with my apologies to Lucy:

I just went hog wild and had to have BOTH.  Watch this! …..

And THEN, a whole hour later Mom noticed that it was awfully quiet after hearing us race all over the place on our mats and swattin’ birdies left and right, so she sneaked around the corner and saw why.  We saw her run back to get the cam but we didn’t budge. We decided to give her a break and let her roll that cam one last time.  Oh yeah, and we PROMISE it was not a set up:

So Stacy and Miss Stella, Lucy and I thank you from the bottom of our happy paws for our lovely mats and birdies.  This morning was soooo much FUN!  We are sending you a huge kitty hug and sending Miss Stella a giant nose kiss

I’m A Girl. It’s Hard To Type & Think At The Same Time…or so the saying goes ~~

We have an award! It’s called the Stylish Blogger Award and we have seen this on many of our kitty friends’ pages. It is so lovely and wouldn’t you know it, it matches my beee-uuu-tiful furs!  Yes, this is Lucy speaking because old Sam is napping right on top of his feather wand.  The award was bestowed upon us by our BFFC (that’s Best Friend Forever Cat), the lovely, the fun, the super smart, The Admiral!  Admiral, we love you and thank you so much for this.

Now we must tell 7 things about ourselves and then pass the award to 7 of our kitty bloggers. We figure by doing this and everyone else following suit, the entire cat world will be recognized before the month is up.  Hallelujah!  It’s about time we had our chance of taking over the world.

Ok, here we go.  I was shot, yes shot, and that’s how I was lucky to be rescued by Mom and be in a forever safe home. I hit the jackpot.

I am fearless beyond rationality. I think it’s probably because of what happened to me when I was little.  I figure Mom will always be there to save me now. So I say jump, run, FLY through the air!  I am immortal. Besides, I must do these things to entertain Sam, and here’s why…

Sam was battered by a human when he was a kitten so badly that his hips were dislocated.  There is much to his story, but he is completely safe and happy now and that’s what counts. Those are his very words. But, because of his hip problems earlier, he can’t jump well at all.  He needs help for anything higher than about 2 feet, and even those 2 ft aren’t the easiest for him.  He hates when I tell that.  He’s a mancat and that’s the way they are – full of pride.

Neither of us will eat our fuds next to a wall.  I started that tradition because I need to see what’s going on around me.  Sam thought I was crazy at first but then he tried it and now he’s a convert, too.  Besides, we think it’s so funny to hear Mom say those crazy words when she skids through a bit of fuds that might fall out of our plates, hehe.

I am not a lap cat, no.

Sam is not a lap cat, no.

We found something better than laps to show our undying love to Mom.  We wait for her to sit in a chair or on the sofa.  Then we walk back and forth, back and forth over her lap just to get her attention. Then the real love comes. We get up really, really close to her face and then turn around. There it is, the 3rd Eye, the absolute expression of true love. So see, Mom?  There really is a reason.  We love you, Mom.

We have favorite mousies. Mine is black and white like I am and Sam’s is brown multi like he is.  They are just like we like them now, broken in and chewed :

Now it is time for award passing and your time to do the same thing.  The problem is, most everyone that we know already has this award, so what are we to do?  Our PUDDY would have been first but we saw he already had it, too!  Well, we tried.  If you see that we follow you and you do not have this award, PLEASE come get it from me. Everyone deserves it for absolutely certain.

Slash & Bronzy

Dexter’s Voice

Mom, Me & Kassey

…on a more personal note (with Stacy & Stella O’Houlighan)

Father Tom

The Island Cats

Life with a girl and her dog, a cat’s perspective

Now it is time for us to go.  Mom’s got that darn flashy thing out again and we are refusing.  Do you hear us, Mom? REFUSING!

Many nose kisses and head bonks from us to YOU!