Tuesday, December 8, 2009

In Memorium: Violet Jane King

No no no! I doez nots feel likes writin’ da bloggie dadee. I yam still too sad.

My grandmaw bean passeded away rights before da Tanks givin & we iz all not sure how we iz.

Violet Jane King February 15, 1924 - November 23, 2009

Iz da Violet Jane in da cloudzez?

Iz she in da leaf or da fezzer?

Mebbe she iz in da tree wit love,

Or in da mozayic of leavezez on da cobblestonez,

Mebbe she iz becomez da bark of dis red tree by da lake,

Or da golden tree byz da Willamette River.

Da momee walked wit da spirit & tooks deze pics da week after her momee passed.

(She felts like a shadow in a world where no one could see her.)

& I felts soree fur da whole bean family.

I wishez I couldz see my Auntie Mignon, my nephew Jeremy Jospeh, my nephew Nathaniel Byron & we couldz all gather togedder.

I promisez not to cry.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Feelin' Mellon colly

Dr Tweety: "It iz Novem-brrr... & we iz feelin sadz about da fall of da gardun & da weth-err. I meanz, why shouldz it rainz all da time?"

Maximillian: "Yeah doc, don't the Weather Gods care about us cats? How come we don't get to decide what season it is?"

Dr Tweety: "I tinks we better all haz a con-fur-ence, dat way we canz deecidez how to fool da momee Nature."

Iris: "Tweet? Have you and Maxi been smoking nip?"

Maximillian: "Iris! One does not SMOKE nip! You've got that mixed up with something else entirely. Nip is to be savored by chewing and snuffling and on special occasions, niptinis are served."

Iris: "Details, details. If one cannot control the weather, it is best to retreat altogether."

Dr Tweety: "De-tailz????? How iz some cat gonna takes our tailzez away????"

Deliliah: "Iris, do we really have to put up with these silly boys? Isn't it bad enough that the leaves are falling? Did October morph their brain cells?"

Iris: "To be sure Missy D. These two are completely lame brained. I think the fall has dampened more than their fur. I do believe it's clouded their judgment entirely!"

Delilah: "Come on Uncle Maxi! Push!!! It's not that hard to get up on the swing! Just put your nose to it!"

Maximillian: "Oh no you don't Poppet! You're not gonna get me up there for all the nip in Burma!"

Maximillian: "Ahhhhhh... this is much better isn't it doc? Lazin' on the couch with the heater cranked at 98 degrees! Just don't tell Daddy you turned it up that high... we might be taking the midnight express to Tulsa!"

Dr Tweety: "We iz da onlee smart catsez in da housee brudder. Da gurlz justee needz to comez around to our way of tinkin'."

Auntie Stinkie: "I cannot believe you two big lugs have stolen my spot! Have you no shame? Lounging on a blind 17 year old cat's couch! I'm going to go call Miss Peach on the phone! She'll be here in a flash! "

Maximillian: "I'm sorry Auntie... I'll go see if I can find a bed someplace else. Maybe one of the girls will come and keep me company."

Maximillian: "Iris? Do you think you could get used to this life of Riley on Mommy and Daddy's bed? A nice soft warm blanket and a little bit of nip?"

Iris: "I might be persuaded if they would clean up this horrendous mess! Just look at the sloppy pile of clothes. What is Mommy up to?"

Auntie Stinkie: "Hah! I sure fooled those boys! Let the rest of the household run amuck, but I am going to stay right here and wait for Mommy to bring me my eggs.

Mommy? Hurry up!! And NO scrambled. Soupy if you please! And could you try hustling just a LITTLE????"

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Fall iz fur da birdz

Maximillian: "Holy Guacamole! What have Mommy and Daddy done now?!"

Iris: "I am not going to get on THAT contraption... where is the couch?"

Maximillian: "Auntie Stinkie is going to have a conniption! This is going beyond fall cleanup."

Delilah: "I have no problems with this at all. What's wrong with you guys anyhoo... a little senioritis?"

Dr Tweety: "I am not gettin' on dat ting until I haz a nip!"

Maximillian: "Don't even mention the fact that it's 'made in China!'

Even if you have 25 nips Doc, it's not gonna change a thing.

What's really miserable is that the good old reliable couch is gone forever!"

Dr Tweety: "Yeah, buts a 'few' nips (mebbe 65?) will givez me da nervey to climbz uppee dere wit da poppet."

Delilah: "I'm telling you guys, there's nothing to it. It just sways in the breeze."

Dr Tweety: "Firstee I yam justee gonna (HIC!) haz a sip of dis bird baff. Espeshully when da momee here iz not (HIC!) watchin'."

Dr Tweety: "(HACK! Ptooey!!) Mebbe dat waz a miss-take afterz all. (HIC!) Evfun wit da nips I can still tastee da birdy feetsez."

Maximillian: "Brother oh brother. Does any cat ever listen to me?"

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Chapturr Two (in what's we didz dis summer... beesides mess up my blog temp-plate!)

Okeedokee... here iz anudder look at what happened dis summer.
See moi above?
I yam dreemin' abouts everyting we did.
& we did a lot!

Az you ree-view, you can alwayz biggeefly da pix by clickin' on 'em.

Dis iz fun whenz you wanna see tingz like da
messee in our house! Dusty bunz evfurry where you look!

Az many of you know, Delilah iz our gardun cat.
She iz da one who plants evfurry ting (Don't lets da momee fool you on dat score!) After all, dat iz her greenhouse dats da dadee builts her.

Dis shot waz frum May, when da seezon waz justee sta

Delilah waz sure dats da Climb-at-us waz gonna eats da entire gardun, but she gotted da momee to tiez it up.

In June, da gar-lick waz lookin' good.
(Do you remeburr lastee year when da dadee & Delilah built dat big kitty box? Well dis iz what Missy D grew instead of poops.)

In June, Delilah also sat guard oevfur her cukesez.

She waz growin' 'em on doze itty bitty ladderz so dats dey would not gets da dredded powdered mill-doo.

She & da dadee planted tomatoez in June too.

By July da housee needud to be burnt down.

Da momee said she couldz not cleen it 'cuz she hadz all dat work to do in da gardun.

But I don't see what w
ork she couldda done when Delilah & us catsez didz it all!

Delilah hadz to cleen da housee up herself since we couldn't findz any matchez to start a fire.

She also pozed fur a tummy shot when she waz done.
(Angus? cloze your eyez dude! I don'ts wan
t you keelin' oevfur.)

Den in August, I made pick-kullz frum da cuksez dats Delilah planted. I waz furry carefull to process dem in da steem bath.

By dis time, Delilah waz egg-sauced from readin' her gardenin' books & pullin' weedz.

Dis iz not a furry good pic but Delilah hadz to digz up da taterz too.

Den in mid-August, da beenz took a break!

Da momee had hurted her
hip reel bad,
so she & da dadee went fur a restee at da beech.

It waz da dadeez birfday, so dey sat around da beech & ate some dinnerz & den came back home.

In da meentime, da gardun waz HUGE.

Da sunflowerz were az tall az da sky.

Evefurry ting waz goin' nutso.

By Septembrr, all da catsez here were sick of dis non-stop work, so we started hidin' out in da gardun.

& Moi? I justee took a nap & dreemed of Mini.

After all, dat iz da onlee sane ting to do!

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

OMG!!! It's us! We gotsez an update!!!

Boy o' boyz, doez we haz alotta katch-up to doez.

To start tingz off, we iz gonna blogz fur once evfurry cupple o'weeksez until da bad wether startzez...

& den we iz gonna bite da momee until she gets dis ting on da evfun keel!

So dis iz da firstee in-stall-mint of how we five spents our summer.

Chapturr One

I yam egg-sauced, az can be seen abovez & beelow.

Auntie Stinkie & I finully co-la
psed on da tabull & den Iris & I co-lapsed on da couchee.
hich iz now gone! anudder chapter altogedder!).

Maximillian: "Tweet! Auntie Stinkie! Sound the alarm bells! Every cat to the deck! And just forget about this summer rain gang, 'cuz I'm telling you it's not gonna mean a thing when you see what's in the back forty!"

Delilah: "Yikes! How can that be? Iris, isn't there any quality control around this place?"

Iris: "Oh sweetie. You must still be a kitten if you think Mommy or Daddy are going to do anything about that. Just look at Mommy out there with a camera. Unbelievab

Dr Tweety: "See?!!! Justee looks at da outta control stuffee goin' on! & dis iz only what's happened in May!

I don'ts know how to egg-splain deze intooderz, exceptee dats da beanz thoughts it waz funnee."

(Biggeefye beelow if you cant's seez it properlee)

Maximillian: "Help!!! Help!!! (Where is good help when you really need it????) Where is animal control anyway??? Are we cats expected to control these things ourselves????"

Dr Tweety: "If dere waz justee one of deze tingz, we mights haz egg-scuzed da beanz.

But az it turnz out, dere waz tree of dem PLUS a masked Momee! & she leftee dem here to throw nutsez down on tops our headzez!"

Maximillian: "Holy Masked Bandits! !@$%#&*^! Run for the hills of Burma!!!"

Dr Tweety: "Scatter! Duck!!! Wit orangey sauce!!! (Hmmm... did some cat say roastied duck???)

"I tink I gotsez sumpin' weerd on my pawzez. Could its be rack-dune doo?"

Auntie Stinkie: "I sure hope not. We have enough poo to clean up around here, considering Mommy's summer strike. I think it's time for a bath."

Stay tooned fur Chapterr two:
"I helps da momee makes pick-cullzez."

Celly-bratin life in Orry-gone