It's just gross the way some derilict kitties like Bibs rummage through the trash.

Do you know what they put in the trash? My used litter bags!

That's just wrong Bibs. Wrong.

I didn't do it!

I was not the one who broke the lamp. Really. It was probably the little blurpy thing. I mean just look at her. She's obviously guilty! She's got her hands up in the air and everything!

Crusin'

I see the little blurpy thing is getting ready to go outside.














Hi little blurpy thing!














Whoops! Didn't mean to tip the travel carrier.....


Hiding again....

Stop complaining. You'll get your bed back when I get my room back.

First the little blurpy thing takes my room. Now she takes my lap???

This is getting a little out of control.

I learned a couple of things today.

I learned how to turn on the water (it's more a lever than a knob. no thumbs required).

I learned which lever is the hot water and which is the cold.

I learned how to aim the garden hose at Bibs when he's howling.

Hilarity ensues.

Here's the problem. My room is now supposed to be the little blurpy thing's room.

But she dosen't sleep there. She sleeps in a basket in the people's bedroom. She dosen't hang out there, she hangs out in the baby prison in the living room.

If she's not going to use it, then I want my room back!

I'm taking the psychokitty's hiaku suggestion....mostly. I decided not to do a kitty blog, but he's certianly a familiar face in the kitty blogsphere

Hamster, not a cat.
Boy, Bastya hates the thesis.
And Vincent does too.

It's okay. The bad cats are gone.
















I won't let anyone hurt you.

STOP IT BIBS!

STOP HOWLING!

I don't want the little blurpy thing here either! But if it goes, it is going to go because I say so! Not because you say so!

Open door.....

Watch out Bibs! Here I come!

Thank you Beau!

Thank's to Beau and his mommy for the valentine! What with the silly little blurpy thing hanging around the house, my people forgot all about me this valentine's day!

Okay, apparently the bag I was going through last night wasn't for me. The peopel are a little mad, so I'm hiding.














You can't see me!

What exactly is a valentine?

There's something good in here. I know it.















Come on, just let me at the goodies.















Almost got it.......

I helped!

So the Man was out shoveling two feet of snow from the driveway. He was nice enough to toss the shoveled snow at Bibs so I though I'd helpe when he got in. His fingers were REALLY cold.
So while he sat there and held that little thing...I licked his fingers.

Funny, he didn't seem to grateful.....

It sleeps alot.

If it gets up the people have to get up. I guess I do too, but I can just roll over and go back to sleep. I'm not meowing or whining as much lately because even though it sleeps a lot it dosen't like loud noises.

Loud noises....

Oh my God.

Bibs was recruiting voices.......

You know, for such a little thing, it sure has ginormous feet.

When does it go away?

Seriously. I don't like it. Take it back where you got it from. Get a refund. AND WHAT IS IT DOING SLEEPING IN MY ROOM???

I don't like it. Get it away from me.

Look what they brought home.
























WHAT WERE THEY THINKING????

What.....


....the crap....



....is "labor"?

LOOK!

Look! Look! What they did to my room! First they take out the big comfy bed and put in a small one I can't get into and then they filled it with DOGS!


What's wrong with these people?

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Back Home

So I came back into the house after my reconnaissance. You'd think that the people would be happy to see me, alive an well after such a dangerous mission.

Were they happy to see me?

No.

They gave me a bath.

Is anyone else seeing a pattern here?