Ain't Nothing but a "T" Thang Baby...

Aint nothin but a "T" thang, baaaaabay!

Two loc-ed out Tabby's so were craaaaazay!

Mama C is the lady that paaaaays me!

Unfadable, so please dont try to fade this...

Try This One On For Size

Here Albert is modeling the latest in faux Pharoh head gear. Fierce!

Elvis gave me all of 5 seconds to take his picture before he turned into the Tasmanian Devil, twirling and writhing on the floor. He is such a drama queen.

Surely You Jest!

Mom: What say ye sir of your fine Hallow's Eve attire? Is it to your liking?

Proof that a picture is worth a thousand words.

Disapproving Kitty says:

Blogs are for blogging. Get to it!

Mom says: Yes sir! We are back from our summer break and have tons to show and talk about. Subjects include kitty real estate, kitty aggression(problems and solutions), kitty birthdays, Halloween costumes and more. Hope your summer has been as great as ours!

The Nester

As a *child*, Elvis was constantly snuggling into the closest blanket or rug, cocooning himself until he was all but invisible to his pesky brother and of course, Mom.


I guess old habits die hard. Not that I mind. He's a total cutie-patootie all burrowed in his blanket like a furry burrito.

I think I'll keep him.

sCATter-Brained Wednesday

Wow-sa! Sorry for all of the non-posting. It's been an amazing summer of playing and friends and mucho kitty canoodling.
The boys are ALMOST a year old and growing up so much. They are settling into their personalities and it is amazing to watch. I just love love, love, love them. Even their BAD habits are kinda cute. Like them chasing each other around the house at 4:30 in the morning, nails screeching and sliding across the floor. Or Elvis ripping a hole in the box spring that only he can fit into and then going coo-coo-crazy racing around inside the innards of my bed, WHILE I'M SLEEPING. Adorable, right?
Plus, there are the toys I am constantly finding in their water bowl, drenched and ruined.

And then sometimes, in the middle of the night of course, those drenched toys find their way out of the bowl and onto Mommy's arm and I wake slightly freaked out because there is what appears to be a dead, wet rat sticking to me.

Ugh...

Even still, bad habits and all, Albert and Elvis are a constant source of amusement in this house and I love them even more for that.