Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Monday, December 28, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
He's not so little these days. KidBean is 7 years old today. 7! Almost old enough to drive us to Petsmart for some crunchy treats. Happy Birthday, kid.
...and for pete's sake, stop sobbing, Woman! He's only 7! Quit singing 'Memory'!
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Apparently I have a question for the Cat Blogosphere. MomBean found, in her words, a 'growth the size of a Tic Tac' on my face. It's hard, grey, and doesn't seem to bother me when she
pokes at it with a napkin examines it.
Any ideas? My vet clinic isn't open until Tuesday, but MomBean can go to another clinic if need be.
I'm kinda hoping my sweet tuxiekins will be my nurse. Get one of those little candystriper outfits and...homina homina homina!
*Update* MomBean doesn't think it's a tick, she was able to move all of the fur away from the base of it and it doesn't look like one. (The slobberhound has brought one in for reference.) She's a little concerned about it as one of her KFM's* had something similar and it wound up being a nasty cancer of the jaw. Now he was also 16 at the time, but she worried.
*KFM = Kitty Before Me
*Update to the update* MomBean grabbed me and SAVAGELY WRESTLED ME DOWN so that HeBean could get a better look at it. It was a tick afterall, and HeBean was able to get 90% of it off. (He is the tick removal man.) The head is mostly out, but MomBean will keep an eye on me too see how things go. HeBean thinks it was a deer tick, and now I get a flea/tick collar. Great.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Anyway, I have a lot to be thankful for. I have a warm house to call my home after starting off as a shelter cat for over a year.
I have a fambly of beans to call my own, complete with little beans who feed me cheese.
I have my own angel to watch over us.
I have this little turkey now, who brought the beans a squillion kinds of joy.
I have my sweet tuxiekins, who makes me all warm and cozy inside. Hominahominahomina...
(And her fambly too, which is now my fambly too.)
Yep. Good times, good times.
Never heard of...*sigh*
And I'm thankful that MomBean didn't filet the slobberhound when he tracked in all of that mud at high speed. Happy?
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
Monday, November 23, 2009
YOU ATE ALL OF MY CAT FOOD. AS IN THE WOMAN HAD TO GET ANOTHER BAG DUE TO YOU. AND YOUR FARTS ARE GOING TO MAKE THE BEANS PASS OUT.
NOW GET OFF OF MY BLOG!
Thursday, November 19, 2009
(Although I do have a hunka hunka bodunka, if I say so myself...)
Everyone, meet Moosh, as in: "Stop sMooshing that poor kid's face, MomBean."
Yeah, you call it kissing, but really.
With thanks to the Kool Kitty Krew for the suggestion!
Monday, November 16, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
I need to lie down...
(And to answer any questions from yesterday, the purple is whenever a certian MomBean hogs in here. I've been leaving some litterbox bombs of...'questionable' measure, so it's all 'blahblahworryblahblah' from the beans. I sure as hell don't want to go to the vet!)
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Holy carp, I'm one excited Tabbyman. I was contacted by the makers of the Cat Quest and asked if I could try one out and write up a review. Me. ME! I AM WANTED!
I would show you what it looks like in the package, but a certain little bean opened it so we could play sooner. Can't blame her for that.
The Cat Quest may look like a regular fishing pole toy, but oh no-there is a bug on the end of the line. AND I SWEAR IT'S A REAL BUG. I mean, the wings flap when you least expect it, and it makes a clicky sound like some bugs do. Talk about cool! I was all ENGAGE HUNTER MODE with this bad boy. KidBean and I went so long with this thing that I had to take a long nap afterwards, I was plum worn out.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Sept. 21, 2009
8lbs, 14 oz., 21 inches long
2 pushes. (Sorry Roxy's Mom!)
No drugs-no time!
I'm one totally taken tabbyman with this little dude. I'll even forgive MomBean for not being here for two days, he's that cute.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
...'cause Bast knows nobody else could put up with either one of 'em that long.
I AM NOT GETTING MUSHY.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
It may be the moochpooch's bed, but don't worry...
I just let him think it's his.