Showing posts with label miffed mancat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label miffed mancat. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Tabby Tuesday

Well, even though there was no house-trashing party, at least I got a present. I'm going to call it my ManCat Cave.

Uh, Monty? That's not what you think it is...

Monday, March 15, 2010

Mancat Monday


Leave me for four days with HeBean and the slobberhound. HOW COULD YOU? I didn't miss you or the like, and I only slept on your legs last night because I was cold. Really.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Monday, June 15, 2009

Friday, May 8, 2009

Friday Furrday

GrandmaBean is visiting, and they're going up to Baltymora for the weekend with the little beans. I've been told it's a 'man weekend' here at the house, but all that means is that I'm stuck here with HeBean and the slobberhound.

If you need me I'll be under the bed. As soon as I fish out my toy from under this dresser.

...and when a certian Woman gets back from her fun trip (that I'm being left behind!) she can tell you all about how a certian TabbyMan got stuck outside in a thunderstorm. And hail.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Mancat Movie Monday

While the seal keeps barking MomBean recovers enjoy me playing with my new favorite toy.

Right before Tucker ate it.

Monday, January 12, 2009

Mancat Monday

WHY ARE YOU UNDER MY BED?

Because your Woman totally digs me.

Break it up, boys. Newman came in because he was hungry. I gave him some food and he wandered in for a bit. A few hours later he sauntered out, so breathe, Monty.

Well, he did pwn the slobberhound across the snout, so Newman can't be that bad...

(like feta cheese on the sidewalk for a month bad....)

He'd better have not bothered my stuff under there. I left my catnip cigar under the bed!