P: Mom got our Christmas cards in today!



The inside says "And happy MEOW-lidays!"
then underneath it says "What can we say? We're all about the cat puns!"
(Last year the cards said "Meowy Christmas!")

So what'cha think? Pretty cute, right? I mean, there are no better faces than those.

Oops!

P: Today, Turtle thought he'd try door darting again.

What he didn't realize (and I don't know how-anytime the wet comes anywhere NEAR me I'm under the bed) is that it was raining.

So Turtle is now wet in addition to his recent nakedness.

Am I a bad brofur for thinking it's funny?

Ducks n' fish

We's furry sorry we haven't written all weekend.

Mom didn't feel very good most of the time.

But LOOK what she did WITHOUT US on Sunday!

She fed the ducks and fish! Without us!

Can you imagine having one of these fishes for your furry own?

(you can click to biggify so you can gets the full effect!)

Mom said they's bigger than we is!

And this guy really liked the breads. It's hanging out of his mouth.

We's so jealous. We's gonna stowaway next time Mom goes.

We're so upset.

Please, please go read this article.

It's horrible, but Mom thinks it's furry important to be informed.

If you ever have to rehome your pets, don't ever give them away for free. And always do an interview with potential adopters. Get vet AND personal references. Be really thorough and if you have the slightest bad feeling, DON'T do it.

The instances of animal cruelty are increasing and people need to know that it won't be tolerated. Write a letter. Pass the word around. It matters. It makes a difference.

Arrgh!

Aye, this is Plank Monkey Herb (Pippin) and Cap'n Palgrave Graybeard (Turtle) at the Orange Tabbies brin'in' you our 'ersion o' Meow Like A Pirate day, shiver me timbers! Arrr, thanks t' the Meowers from MO. Gar.

Arrr, meow. Aye.

Yay for memes!

P: We's been tagged by my nose twin, Jimmy Joe, for this cool meme! We's both gonna do it, so here we go.

1. Link to your tagger and post these rules
2. Write some facts about yourself: some random, some weird, some just plain fun.
3. Tag 7 people at the end of your post and list their names (linking to them)
4. Let those 7 people know they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment at their blogs.

The challenge is to keep it interesting without making the reader think “Um, too much information…”

P: Here's mine.
1) Mom got me when I was abandoned by a man who ran me over. He brought me to the vet clinic she worked at, said he was going to get money, and never came back for me. I was four months old.

2) I's very sensitive about my furchin. You know, saddlebag, hanging fat pouch...you've all seen it. Well, I don't like for mine to be touched.

3) Speaking of my furchin, I've got the pinkest man-nipples around! They're almost red. Is that too much information? I don't know.

4) I have three different meows: one when I'm chasing bugs, one when I wants attentions, and one when I want foods.

5) My fur is sort of soft but sort of course at the same time. Mom's never felt anything like it before.

6) I have a little white spot right smack on the top of my back. Mom says it's how she'll 'dentify me if I ever go missing. I hope not!

7) One of the things I do most is when Mom is at the computer, I'll walk back and forth over her from the table behind her to the desk to the table to the desk...a million times. It makes her CRAZY!

T: And now mine!

1) I's naked now 'cause Mom's been trying for several months to get rid of my 'ringworm'...I don't really know what that is but it stoled my furs.

2) I will talk to anybody. Mom, guests, my reflection...it doesn't matter.

3) I can't stand cats outside my house. I've bitten Mom once, her best friend once, and Grandma three times when I notice another cat outside.

4) I will stop and pose for pictures. You get the flashy box out, I'll sit there for however long you want to take pictures of me.

5) I have lots and lots of freckles! On my nose and my lips.

6) Sometimes when I'm in the litterbox, I'll start peein' before I'm done diggin' so as I'm turning around, I pee on the wall behind the box. Oops.

7) I don't like to sleep on the floor. I just won't do it. I have to be up on something, whether it's a chair or table or the piano. You just won't catch me asleep on the floor.

We don't know who hasn't done this yet 'cause most kits we've seen already have! So here's the deal: if you haven't, we tag you!

T: Everything seems to be pretty much back to normal in the Tabby household.

Except that Pickle is still here.

And I'm still naked.

But I finally purred for Mom for the first time since they stoled my furs.

I guess I understand she did it for my own good and all that stuff-at least there WAS a reason.

But explain that kitten!




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Mom asked me to post this here-some friends of hers are in a band and they're fantastic. Check them out and share with friends!

Shhh...

P: Nokitty can efur tell Turds that I put these pictures up here...I had to steal them from Mom 'cause he doesn't want anyone seein' him.

I tried to tell him that his friends would like him furry or naked, but he won't listen.

So here he is.


And dis is me checking to make sure it really IS Turtle, 'cause he smells REALLY funny.

Shaving & eating

P: Mom is taking Turds early in the morning to get shaved.

She hasn't mentioned it to him because then she'll nefur find him.

This is the last time you'll see him fully furred for a long time.

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Pickle finished a whole half a can of stinky goodness.



Mom went to Petco to get some kitten food (she was feeding him a/d when he was being force-fed) and found their Pet Gold stinky goodness on sale for $.15 a can. They're gettin' rid of it or somefing. And it seems to be an okay food, with actual meat the primary ingredient and few to no grains.


So Mom got cans for Pickle and then adult food for Moo, who lives outside.

That's NOT my tail. I would NOT be begging for food or anyfing. Nope.

Today on The Pickle Report

T: Pickle is eating on his own now-stinky goodness, anyway. The kibble he's kinda "eh" about. He will eat it if someone actually handfeeds it to him, though.

Mom gave him a bath and he's much shinier and clean.

He's also up and walking around some, which is definitely progress because originally all he would do is sit in his bed. He uses the litterbox well and has been playing a little.

But he still walks very strangely. Mom doesn't think he's in pain 'cause she's felt around and looked and he doesn't react at all-it just seems to be how he walks.

Anyway, he's now demanding anyone in the area pay attention to him. Which means I get less attention-hey! I'm gettin' robbed!

No fairs.

This is Pickle. As in, "in a pickle."

Mom talked her mom (our grandma) into spotting her the money until she gets paid Thursday, so she took him to the vet.

He tested negative for feline leukemia/FIV, and the vet said he was healthy aside from severe malnutrition and dehydration. So poor Pickle got sub-q fluids and force fed, treated for fleas, and sent home. The vet also said that whatever had happened to his legs was an old injury and shouldn't be anything to worry about.

So he's getting some Pet-Tinic twice a day, force fed if he won't eat, and if he's still not eating in a couple of days will get more sub-q fluids.

Hey, Pickle, we'll eat the stinky goodness for you.

Mom and her friend found a kitten today.

He's probably about 8 or 9 weeks old and seems to have been injured previously, because his legs stick out in an odd way. It's so hard to tell if he's hurting because he's just so scared.

He hisses a lot.

But he's very, very skinny-every bone he has sticks out and Mom really wants to take him to the vet, but since she's got to take Turtle to the vet Thursday she does not have any extra money. She is a college student after all, and they're naturally broke, haha.

She has no idea what to do. This poor kitten needs some medical attention. He's definitely dehydrated and probably hasn't eaten in a LONG time, not to mention his legs being injured. Right now he's napping in a carrier with food and water.

Mom will hopefully post pictures in the next couple of days.

Mmm...

I ate a cookie today.

It was a really good cookie from Great 'Merican Cookie. That's what the bag said, anyway.

Mom had the bag sitting on the desk and left for a little bit.

When she came home, the bag was knocked over and there was a cookie laying there with nibbles taken out of it. Lots of nibbles.

I tried to convince her it was a mouse, but no dice.

I'm in trouble. 'Parently cookies are bad for kitties.

Tasted good to me.

Shopping!

P: Our mom really likes to shop.

T: And she especially likes to shop for US-who better?!

P: So her question is-where do you like to shop for kitty stuff? Any good websites or stores she should look into?

T: We'd sure appreciate any suggestions! Fanks, guys!

Wordless Wednesday

Tummy Tuesday

This was when my tummy was shaved because of all the ouches I had. Now that my furs are growing back, the ouchies are back and on my back too. So now...I has to lose it ALL!

I think I's going to be in hiding for months.

xo-Turtle

the v-e-t

P: I just got back from you-know-where.

It was HORRIBLE. They stuck a blue thing in my butt and poked me and prodded me and...I'm just scarred for life.

I took Dazey's advice and got hissy and mean-I didn't draw blood or anything like Rocky the Gutter Cat would've, but I was still Not Very Nice.

Grr, Midnight, & Cocoa-Mom and I did not see any boxes of kittens, which is good, because I KNOW she would've brought them home with her. She's crazy like your mom must be.

But here's something that makes it allll worth it:
Mom made an appointment next week for Turtle. He's going to get COMPLETELY SHAVED. He'll be BALD! hahahahahahaha....

(Pippin, you're not being very nice again.)

Mom, I'm angry with you.

(He has to get shaved because he's got all those ouchies all over him that won't go away.)

That doesn't mean it's not funny.

Happy Labor Day, everyone!

We did what you's supposed to do on Labor Day-slept.

P: But sadly, I has to go to the vet tomorrow. I does NOT want to go to the vet. It makes me very mean and cranky.

T: Who DOESN'T it make mean and cranky?

P: Mom says it's just for my check-up, but that doesn't make it any better. I's been thinking about putting this hairball I's been saving in her bed tonight. What do you guys finks?

My middle name!

P: Since Turds got to do Scattergories, I gets to do this one, the Middle Name meme! (Besides, his name is Turtle Buttercup Satan-can you 'magine how long it'd take him to get it done?)

1. Post the rules before you give the facts.
2. List one fact that is somehow relevant to you and your life for each letter of your middle name. If you don’t have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had.
3. When you are tagged you need to write your post using your middle name and facts about it.
4. At the end of your post, choose one cat to tag for each letter of your middle name. Be sure to let each cat know she/he has been tagged. (It's okay if you don't do this... tag who you want to tag!)

My middle name is Anberlin.

A- Adorable (course I am!)
N- Nosy (if you're doing something, I'm there)
B- Buff (as in the color-I'm not so much orange as I am buff, Mom says)
E- Excitable (it doesn't take much for me to be bouncing off the walls!)
R- Ripe (Mom says I smell like this sometimes-what does that mean?)
L- Loud ('specially when I'm hungry)
I- Inviting (You just can't not pet me)
N- Nibbling (I get so happy sometimes I can't help nibbling on you)

We doesn't know who to tag and we fink everyone's done this already, but if not we tag YOU!

In memory...

of all the kitters who have gone to the Bridge.
We love you and you're all missed.



(to light your own candle go to Kashim & Othello's blog.)

Today (Saturday's) new posts will be under this one.

Blogger hates us!

We just want to say thank you to all of our new (and old!) friends who've left us comments. We's so happy to meet you all we's just practically speechless.
But Blogger is NOT letting us comment on anykitty's blog right now and we're not sure why!
So as soon as Mom figures it out we'll get back to you.
But just know we 'preciate it.

P: And by the way, I think my new pal Jimmy Joe could be my Nose Twin! At least, he's the closest I's ever seen.

Today's dumb event:

P: So guess what happened today?

Mom slept in because it's her day off and she likes to sleep late, anyway. (And that's cool with me.)

She got up and was getting dressed when she noticed a cat standing at the back door.

She looked a little more closely, and said to our Grandma (her Mom) "Is that TURTLE outside?!"

Grandma looked outside and said "Why would he be outside?"

Mom opened the door and Turtle ran in. He was very hot because as you can tell, he has lots of fluffy fur and who knows how long he was out there?

Turns out Grandpa was carrying in the groceries and Turtle shot out between his legs.

Bet he regrets that, hahaha.

(That is not nice, Pippin!)

Sorry, Mom. But it is funny. I mean, his pathetic little face at the door while I was nice and cool on the sofa...

(Don't tell Mom, but I gave Turds some extra lovin' when nobody was looking. The Outside can be kinda stressful.)