Phht.

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.

Gobble gobble gobble

Happy Thanksgiving to all cool cats and beans out there today.

And dogs. And buns. And..for pete's sake, everyone!

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.

What?

Who??

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!

Mooch Monday

Tucker no mean to?

MOOCH!

Tucker sorry?

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!

ThunderBum Thursday

No, not mine!

(Although I do have a hunka hunka bodunka, if I say so myself...)

His.

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!

Manly Monday

Can I help you???

...

And the other Man of the House. Who still needs a nickname, btw...

He doesn't miss any meals either.

WHAT THE??? WEDNESDAY

I found this picture while poking my nose where it shouldn't be looking for something. More secrets from MomBean's past!

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!)

Tabby Tuesday

What the Tabbyman wants, the Tabbyman gets!

TABBYMAN IS GETTING A TRIP TO THE VET!

Fine.

I didn't want to go outside after all.

Mancat Monday

Out??

Out??

Hell0000...kitty wants out!