Scritchy Mancat Monday

Right there. Keep it coming. No, no, no need to stop.

Do I have litter stuck on mah tail?

What?

Why do you keep staring at me like that?

Tabby Tuesday

Look! I'm MomBean!

That's NOT funny!

Troubled Thursday

Ok, my bean is not the most web-savvy one out there. She signed me up for MyBlogLog, which I approved, but I think she broke my friends list. The one there on the right-I'm sure somebody hadupdated and it isn't telling me anymore. Can anybody help a tabby out? What did she do?

And what all can I do with MyBlogLog while I'm asking questions.

Meh, it makes my brain hurt. I'm taking a nap.

Yeah, yeah, Woman. You stocked your store. Big whoop.

Buy me some treats when they sell...

Trouble Tuesday

Monty, why is 'box o berrokoli' written on the shoping list?


No clue.


Uh-huh. And what about tryin to sway a certian tuxie's cousin into revealing information?

No idea.


Yeah. You feel like spilling the beans on who blew chunks on my rug?


...you have three littlebeans?

Naughty chair. March.

What the ? Wednesday

To my dearest Millie, my MomBean didn't plant any catnip either. Just this stuff.



Oh, and for some reason lots of tomatoes too, she started these from seeds and hasn't killed them yet they're doing well. With the other 14 plants as well. Sheesh!

Pumpkins, melons (two types!), cucumbers, and more tomatoes than even Lando and Fiona could ever eat in a summer.

Blech.

Wacky Wednesday

I wanted to put a little update on my BabyBean, here she is with KidBean actin' all goofy over something called a 'cookie'. It must be bean-nip, 'cause I don't get why they like it so much. Anyway, you can hardly tell where her burns were after only four months, and the spots on her arm and chest are just about gone.

Now if I can only send some of that healin' vibe to my fellow mancat Angus...

Easy Like Sunday Morning

I found the wipes you were looking for, now do you forgive me

for drinking your bathwater?

I WAS TRYING TO TAKE A BATH, STALKER.

I was interested in what you were doing. I mean, you were sitting in water, of all things. Simple cat curiosity, that's all.

YOU STARED AT ME FOR 20 MINUTES.

I wanted to make sure you didn't drown?

YOU DIDN'T GIVE ME A MOMENT'S PEACE, MEOWING YOUR FOOL HEAD OFF.
I'M TELLING MILLIE.

Gotta go!