Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Kitties call me Emma the cookie thief!
You wanna know why? Let me begin by saying I am not a sociable kitty. When the humans have company I stay upstairs far away from the all the unfriendly human faces and weird smells. Over the weekend, mom's long-lost cousin was in the neighborhood and dropped by to meet mommy. While they were chitchatting and sipping some cold drinks and munching on delicious smelling cookie, Buster and I joined them. Joined them! I even lounged on the arm rest of the couch while these foreign faces gave me scritches. I welcomed them.
Then, when I realized it's just me and Buster that weren't eating cookies, I decided to rectify the ommision.
I went and helped myself and swatted a cookie out of the tray and the cookie landed on the coffee table. Then I swatted it one more time and it landed on the rug without a noise and I licked the buttery goodness of the cookie.
Mom and the uncles who know me were flabbergasted. I shocked the heck out of them. I stole a cookie, and I licked it and I liked it. So there, I drooled on the cookie because tuxies rule!!!!!
Tuesday, September 29, 2015
Sunday, September 27, 2015
Thursday, September 24, 2015
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
My human used to walk around the house lugging around the flashy box. Every little move we make she caught it on camera. Lately not so much anymore. She said it's because we do the same thing. Nap the same way; sit the way spot.
The story to this series of shots is this: I was given a baff against my will! The horror! I sang my way through the baff as always and was given a standing O by mom; although in fairness I get only 2-3 baffs a year. That is when the humans say I smell! The gall! Emma and I we do not tolerate blowdrying so each time the towel drying is over, we jump out of their arms and under the bed we go to finish the baffing.
I wouldn't get near the humans afterwards and I sulked and sulked until I was persuaded to come out from under the bed and onto the bed. Mom made an offering of noms in bed to atone for giving me a baff and saying I smell.
Do you think I looked happy with the offering? Moments later, I was coaxed into nomming and the humans were back in my good graces. Did you think I was tolerant with the human's blunder?
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
Sunday, September 20, 2015
Where can I log a complaint against my survant? You see this picture kitties? I was humiliated by the human. She laughed at me and took this picture.
It all started when this mancat took his regular adventure in the garage. I am allowed to explore the garage regularly because according to the humans, it's our outdoors. Sometimes, like this time, the human/s don't realize that I and/or Emma are still in the garage and they would lock the door. When they realize that we are not shadowing them inside the house, then they would check the garage.
This was that one of those times I get locked in the garage. Is it my fault if I panicked and cram my face in my food bowl? I was locked in the garage for 5 WHOLE MINUTES kitties! Any kitty would be famished after such an ordeal. BTW, mom also laughs that I eat my noms with closed eyes. Any other kitty do that?
Saturday, September 19, 2015
Thursday, September 17, 2015
Don't you point that flashy box on me while I get my sunpuddle on. Meow!!!!!
(Human: The kitties take turn on the sunpuddle spot that is created by the window in our high ceiling living room on summer months. Buster can get cranky sometimes.)