It is a sad day . . .

when a kitty finally has to cave and put word verifications in for the comments on his blog because spammers have decided to have their spammy fun spamming up his blog.

Sigh.

PS: There is still some "using the couch as a litter box" going on, but it seems to have slowed down some this week. Mommy still has no clue who the culprit is, and we still aren't talking.

Wordless Wednesday

Tattle Tail Tuesday

Somekitty has been ignoring the litterbox.

Somekitty has been using the couch instead.

Mommy is most displeased.

We aren't talking.

Thoughtful Thursday

Kitties, I've had a lot to think about in the past year. I've also had too much time to think about it in.

In the past year there have been a lot of changes in my kingdom.

Almost Dad became Forever Dad.
Mommy had an alien blurp in her tummy.
Later, mommy brought home a blurpy girl.
Blurpy girl turned into Crazy Cat Blurp.

I could go on, but I shall spare you. Suffice it to say that no one has had any extra time to help me with important things, like keeping in touch with my friends, my sweet Sammie-pie especially, or even just helping me update my blog with all-important Tybalt news bulletins even once a week, let alone once a month.

Loki, Dana, and myself all went without cupcakes on our birthdays.

CUPCAKES!

I ask you, how is just telling us "Happy Birthday" on our special day enough?

At least I know mommy feels guilty about it. She feels guilty about a lot of things, especially how we furry babies have gotten the short end of the stick.

The good news is that right now mommy is between classes, so at least for this week I am back to blogging!!!! That's right, kitties!

I am keeping my paws crossed that this trend continues . . . .

Wordless Wednesday - Da Blurp

Punk Blurp Mohawk . . . I'm glad I've never purrsonally had a bad fur day

Why I haven't been blogging . . .

Sometimes pictures DO speak louder than words.




Meet my bean sister, the Crazy Cat Blurpy.

PS: Happy Belated Birthday to Dana! And Happy 8 Months to the Blurp!

Wordy Wednesday

*SIGH*

I wouldn't blame all of you if you have forgotten me. When mommy went back to work after the blurp, she told me we'd have more time to keep up with my friends.

Have we?

NO.

To be honest, kitties, I don't see regular blogging in my future anytime soon. But I thought I would go ahead today and update you all on how we are doing.

Everything is about the blurpy girl nowadays, so I suppose I'll start by letting you know that the blurp is doing great. She will be 5 months old on April 15. I can't believe it! Time flies when you have a blurp around. I have taught her how to smergle, so she smergles her blankies and her clothes and her toys . . . and she'd probably smergle me if I let her get her little paws on me, but I don't. I teach her things from a safe distance. (Everyone says the blurp is teething, but I know she is getting in touch with her inner meezer and is smergling just like her big brother Tybalt.) The blurp likes to smile and when she is really happy she will giggle. She likes to roll around now and play with toys, and she loves watching the TV with the Forever Dad. She is super interested in us kitties now and likes to watch us. I am sure she is a future Cat Lady.

As for me, I'm doing okay. I still don't think I get enough attention. I used to have the pawparazzi following me around all the time, and now they follow the blurp. I used to sit in mommy's lap and get carried around, and now she holds and carries the blurp. I used to sleep with mommy at night, but now I am not allowed to because every time mommy lets me in I jump in with the sleeping blurp and wake her up. Mommy tells me blurpy sleeping time is sacred, but I don't get what the big deal is. You'd think she'd be honored that I would even want to snuggle with the blurp.

Whatever.

The girls don't seem to notice the difference as much as I do, but then again I am my mommy's special boy, so lack of mommy time bothers me more. The girls get to hang out with their FD a lot during the day while the blurp is being watched by Grandmama and mommy is at work, so I suppose everything is peachy in their world. Well, Ivy has started pooing outside the litterbox again, but when doesn't Ivy have poo issues? Mommy says she is "special." Ivy has also started trying to run for the great outdoors again as well, which has scared mommy and made her mad. Ivy never learns.

Since the camera goes where the blurp goes, and pretty much EVERY picture takes nowadays is of the blurp, there aren't any good recent pictures of me. However, Holly did get some attention by claiming a bag on the floor and not letting mommy throw it away.


Oh, and guess what?

I have always secretly wanted a stroller. I have often dreamed of going strollering with mommy, and enjoying the fresh air and birdies and flowers and maybe even seeing Timmy the Squirrel, my arch-nemesis, close up.

Have I ever gotten a stroller or gone strollering?

No.

But guess who has?


Yes. I admit it. I am jealous.

Sammie-pie, think I could come over and stay with you awhile?