Twofur Tuesday

Try that on me, huh? Marley and Laz doing some nightime wrassling!

I'll counter with a neck-bite!

I got yer tummy at my claws!

You ready fer another round?

And who is saying what to who?  Hard to tell, isn't it?

Mancat Monday

MARLEY:  I was sitting at the deck door last evening and watchin it get dark outside.  I sure wish I was out there.  Dad says its not safe out there at night.  But it is SO inneresting out there in the dark.  I can catch mousies better.

But the only way I can stay out at night is iffen I don't come inside when he calls me at sunset.  I stayed out twice this moon.  He got pretty upset, so I suppose I shouldn't.

He's getting trickey though.  He calls me before sunset for "Dinnertime" and I always LOVE to hear that.  I pay more attention to "Dinnertime" than I do my own name.

So here I am sitting at the deck door as it gets dark after dinner...

I wish I was out there.  But as Dad says, "there are owls"...  So, I guess it is better to eat a few thousand more meals and nap on his lap than catch a few more mousies. 

Turbo Track Tuesday

AYLA:  I am a bit secretive about my comings and goings around the house.  The bedroom is my domain during the day.  I HAVE to share it at night cuz thats where TBT is then.  So I often go around the rest of the house then.  I play with Softie-Mouse and my milk rings mostly.  Sometimes I just walk around "merfing" (well it is hard to "meow" properly when you got a mouse in yer mouth).

TBT knows I play with the Turbo Track  cuz he hears the ball being whapped and he knows Marley and Iza are right there on the bed with him an he doesnt belief in ghosties).

Well, I get all involved with it the other night.  And TBT can walk around REAL quiet fer a Bein.  So I knew he was there only when the flashy went off far across the room, but I kept at it annyway...

 I like ta tap it real delicately at first, then pounce it hard.  Sometimes I can even get it up over the hill.  Its how I used to hunt mousies (Skeeter taught me) when I used ta go out in the yard (I dont do that much annymore; even Marley imagines Im a rabbit and chases me).  But I still like ta pretend Im hunting...

OK!  Enough of the flashy...  Go back to bed TBT, or I'll stop and come to bed and whap yer face with my tail all night! 

He went back to bed to let me enjoy my night time play...  He KNOWS about my flippy-tail.

Night Moves

Sometimes, late at night, TBT is still watching TV and we decide ta settle down in some napping spots until he actual goes to bed. 

We settle, but we watch fer him ta get up and head for bed.

Meanwhile, we just relax.  

Keep in mind we are across 2 rooms...

We wait...

 And wait...

Eventually he does decide ta go ta bed and we follow him down the hallway in a little parade to the bedroom.

He NEVER has the camera ready when we do THAT!  MOL!

Werdless Wensday

Freaky Friday

Marley in The Dark...

Sometimes TBT is awake when we dont think he is.

And he really catches us off-guard...

And yeah, it is really dark in the room.

I was tearin up the trakball!

I Was A Bad Boy

MARLEY:  TBT opened the deck door around 8 pm yesterday to let the cool air in, knowing the screen door was closed, so we could get cool whiffies.  Guess what, the screen door wasnt!  I was out like a shot.  Hey, I have always wanted ta be out at night and I saw my chance.  TBT immediately went out after me, calling to me calmly but I kept walking away from him.  After a few minutes, he decided to leave me alone, knowing I would get hungry and come back in.

I didnt, and around 1 am, he started looking and calling for me seriously.  I heard him!  I just dint wanna come back in.  I heard him walking the streets and calling, but I was busy hunting (and catching) mousies.  He was even shaking the treat jar, but what is a treat worth compared to a warm squeeking mousie?

He finally gave up around 3 pm.  I know cuz I watched how far the moon moved.  Ayla told me today that he said bad werds and finally tossed himself into bed after giving her and Iza good foods.  But I was OUT of the yard in the dark an loving it.  I wandered even farther than TBT did searching fer me.  But I know where home is so I went back right after he did.  MOL, if he had turned around a couple times, he would have seen me.

It did get a bit uncomfy later.  I could hear owls calling about looking fer food, and it got kinna chilly outside.  But Im a healthy young mancat and wasnt cold or scared.  It JUST so happens I decided to sleep unner the low deck not having ANNYTHING to do with the owls who mistakenly think that we cats look a lot like rabbits!  Complete coincidence...

Annyway, I was a bit happy to hear TBT open the deck door around 10 am.  I was getting a bit tired of napping on the cold ground with those annoying ever-wandering ants.  One of them even BIT me!  So I went marching right inside, demanded treats when TBT picked me up (I don't really like being held) and them went and slept on the warm waterbed all day.

Later in the afternoon, TBT opened the door (casting a baleful eye in my direction) for Ayla an Iza.  I walked out on the deck fer a few minutes, but went back in fer more stinky goodness and nappin (in my cat tree cubbyhole this time) and ignored the open deck door.

Indoors is good.

You know, owls are a bit worrisome.  I saw one smash down in the back yard while I was unner the low deck and heard a terrible screechin sound.  A rabbit or mebbe a skwerl.  Bigger than a mousie, annyway.  Something more like my size annyway.  Hmmm...  I was glad fer the low deck.  Not that I was scared, mind you.  Just innerested.  Not innerested enough ta go out and look mind you.  But I think I will stay inside after dark.  Just sayin its a bit "differnt" out there at night...

Easy Like Sunday

AYLA:  Instead of the usual picture of us all sittin in the cat trees, let me show ya what I do at night...


I carry stuff all around the house at night an make merf sounds while I do it.


Here is my typical collection in the bedroom in the morning...

 Do I do good, or WHAT?

TBT says a meezer who-came-REALLY-before once laid out dedded mice in a puurfect 3x3 grid for his Mom's bridge group.  He says they never QUITE recovered from that an that HE praised the kitty (Kenani) even though the Mom dint.

I think that was the start of a bootiful friendship with us kitties...

Pee Ess, He says that "Bridge" was mostly an excuse for the Female Beins ta eat dark chocolate an drink red wine together in afternoons back in 1960...

NOW I can take it easy today...