July 26, 2012

Memere Says....

It is time for PlusOne to come home. Mom laughed and said "Next Tuesday!"
PlusOne is in the yellow and white striped shirt with the (silly) hat. They were in Florence when the photo was taken. Apparently the streets are very narrow there. Today PlusOne is in Paris. He will be staying with a French family until Sunday. Mom has been to France, she said the food there was divine. I'm jealous.

July 20, 2012

Old, Hot & Broken

That's how PlusOne described Greece to Memere & Pepere. lol. He likes Italy although he DIDN'T like the ferry ride. He said his stomach was doing back flips the whole time and he was glad to get to land!

He says he is having a great time, and from the sound of his voice, he is happy. He didn't want to call Memere because he did not want to make her cry, but mom told him to. Memere was happy. And she didn't cry.

July 18, 2012

PlusOne Called!

PluaOne called mom at work yesterday. Mom was VERY excited to hear from him. He told mom what he bought her (it's not a surprise, mom) what he bought dad (because he could) and that he had taken 290 photos and he was in 15 of them. He said it was VERY hot and he was having lots of fun..

Today he is going to Olympia, the site of the first ever Olympic games. The he boards  an overnight ferry to Bari, Italy.

Sheesh, all I did was try to stay cool. Something that is going to be extremely hard today, since it's supposed to be close to 100 degrees F.

July 15, 2012

Where's My Boy

Mom and I think Lucky wants to know where her boy is.

I think she wants some of this.

I don't have the heart to tell her that PlusOne is frolicking in the Aegean Sea right now, and probably having a lot of funl Of course, we all know that when he goes away, he misses Lucky more than he does mom. lol

July 6, 2012

Leader of the Pack

It's my birthday and I'm off to swim so not much to post today. My friend Joan took this picture of me yesterday when I visited her house. Whenever you stop by and flop on the bed, the black pugs will jump up and flock around you. That's Sweet Pea with her tongue hanging out, and the one in front of me is Waffles, the pug I may adopt. The other two are Revele, Waffles' mom and Tarbaby. Joan's house is full of these funny little creatures and I spend time with them often in this magical kingdom. In this picture with them all gathered around me I feel like Leader of the Pack but don't let it fool you, they are definitely the ones in charge.

July 5, 2012

Happy Independence Day

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.
Happy Independence Day Everyone!

July 4, 2012

Mancat Monday

So on Saturday, we hadded to go to the v-e-t.  Doods. And you wanna know something?  The Mom ran outside and stoled the poops of the delicious, pink ears.  And then she stoled our poops out of the litterbox.  What the paw?  
Here are the delicious, pink ears in the exam room.  They are well-behaved, like usual.  Whatever.  

This is Tazo.  She thinks if she hides and doesn't move, no one can see her.  I don't have the heart to tell her the truth.

This is me.  Dad unzipped the carrier and I jumped out to check things out.  I think it's really cool that Dr P-G has grey chairs.  It's pretty nice of her to color coordinate her furniture with my furs.

The delicious, pink ears went first.  He behaved, of course.  Because he is a kiss up and Mama's boy.  He gotted his heart and lungs listened to and poked in the belly and his ears looked at and then his eyeballs looked at.  Oh and his teeths.  He hates that. heh heh  And then Dr P-G picked up each of his delicious ankles and moved them around because he's got arthritis in his hips.  Man, they looked delicious.

Then it was Tazo's turn.  She put her head in The Mom's armpit for the whole time, like no one could see her if she couldn't see them.  She gotted her belly poked and her eyes and ears checked out and her teeths looked at.  She wasn't even that squirmy. I'm going to have to have a talk with her about that.

Then it was my turn.  I must admit that Hurl Grey might have shown up.  I was real squirmy and I didn't want to get looked at.  I didn't want that light in my ears and I didn't want my eyeballs looked at and I really didn't want my teeths checked out.  I may or may not have hissed at my beloved Dr P-G.  (Sorry, Dr P-G, but a mancat's gotta do what a mancat's gotta do).  So I only gotted one side of my teeths checked out.

Then the delicious pink ears went into the back and gotted some bloods stolen and a shot in the booty.  Of course, he was a good boy.  Whatever.

Then the v-e-t techs came back in to give me and Tazo our shots.  Tazo was good.  Whatever.  I had to hiss.  A huge, scary hiss.  I even gived the v-e-t tech the goose bumps.  They stabbed me in the booty and shoved me in the carrier, like I was a criminal or something.  It really wasn't necessary.  I wasn't going to go on a rampage or anything.  I just didn't want a shot in the booty.  Or my teeths looked at.

The Mom apologized lots and lots to everyone for me being a "jurkface."  They said that it was ok, but she still felt pretty bad since I'm usually pretty good when I'm there.  Dad stopped and gotted us a hamburger (plain, no bun please) on the way home.  The delicious, pink ears gotted half of it.  And then I gotted two bites - mine and Tazo's (because she didn't want hers!?!).  Then we all tooked a nap.
This is me a couple of hours later.  I laid on the bed next to The Mom and tooked a nap.  And I purred.  I didn't want to be a jurkface, but sometimes it just happens.

Mancat Rule of the Day:  If you're going to be a jurkface, make sure to make up for it by acting all sweet and looking cute and purring and stuff.

Tattle Tale Tuesday

Mom had a water bottle, it looked like the ones below (without the fancy names). It was a 24 ounce water bottle. Then mom put it in the dishwasher.

Now it looks like this.

Silly mom!

July 2, 2012

Mom's Garden

Look at these berries! They are different than what mom considers NORMAL raspberries. These are more like mom's boysenberries. It really doesn't matter. Mom says they are delish! She just can't believe that they are producing berries less than a year after she planted the bush.

 And look at mom's sugar snap peas growing! She can't wait to taste these. I wonder if I will like them?