Happy Birthday Somanna!!

To my better half both on this blog and in life,

Happy, Happy Birthday!!!





P.S. The Kittays wanted to tell you a little somethin, somethin:

They were a little disorganized at first. I had to be all disciplinarian on them and make them get it together....

Freckles kept wondering off because she felt that her left side was her good side and Marshall refused to trade...

But eventually with the help of some old fashioned bribery (cough, treats) they got it together ....sort of.

(Their sign says: Happee Berfday slave, err Daad. Luv Da kittays)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CURRY!!!

Love,

La Familia,

Beth, Freckles and Fatty Patty, err Marshall....

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It's Official

We are boring.

I'd love to say that we've been off traveling the globe, creating shenanigans and drinking merriment. But sadly, no. It's just been "go to work/gym/bed," and blahblahblah all the other fun stuff that comes with adulthood like, paying some property taxes, laundry, repairing broken toilets and feeding demanding kitties.







Don't be fooled. They make look quiet and peaceful, but I can assure you, they know how to manipulate things around here to their liking. Like coughing up a hairball twice near her toy because somebody (I don't know who) is not playing with her regularly.

The good news is, we have some shenanigans planned for the very near future starting with a trip to the beach with some super cute nephews.







Followed by camping debauchery in the mountains for Labor Day with some of these fine folks.



In the meantime, yall enjoy these last few days of summer and we'll try spice things up with a more regular posting schedule.

Peace Out Homies!

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A Tail of Two Kittehs

Exhibit A: Freckles, the Queen Kitteh:

She loves that toy. She'll either bring the toy to me or come and meow/whine wherever I am and make me follow her to it. She's been this way as long as we can remember and I'm always impressed at how high she jumps, even though she's 6 years old! On the hardwood floors she likes to go in circles and have her legs skidding underneath her as she tries to get a grip.

And then we have exhibit B: Marshall.

The Fat Bastard. He pretty much demolishes his food whenever it's kept out and I can't make him play with the toy the way I can with Freckles. He usually puts in maybe 2 to 3 "jumps" (as in he raises up on his hind legs) before he chickens out. He does like to hide in waiting to pounce on it, but by then Freckles comes into the picture and plays with the toy... relegating him to the sideline... and probably back towards the food bowl.

Did I mention Freckles is the Queen cat?

I don't know why this was posted, I should have worked on describing my trip to the Art Museum or Big Boss Brewery. Maybe tomorrow.

-Shaloot

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(No) Word Wednesday

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