Ginjah: My fird monf!

Today, I am FREE - won, tooo, FREE - monfs owd! Dat is why I am late posting...because I was pawtying last night (wif Ellwood and his buddy Barsik) so Mom let me sweep in (da bed!) late dis mawning...

I am a nice girl.

I am a tough girl.

I am a silly girl.

I am a brave girl.

I am GINJAH!!

Tiny's photo pick of the week

I just HAD to share this picture with you...

There he is: big ol' tough Lolo hanging out on one the top steps...

..too afraid to go any farther down.

This picture might seem a bit boring to you, but if you could have sound with it you would really laugh. Why? Because Mr. Lolo walks down about 5 steps (to where he is in this picture) then starts howling for Mom to come upstairs and give him love. Did I say howl? Actually, it sounds more like he is screaming AND someone is sitting on him even though he is all alone there on his 5th step down. As soon as Mom comes 'to his rescue' (!), his voice changes completely. I can't believe that Mom gets suckered into this wimpy carnival show every time, but she does...she comes quickly to answer 'Baby's call' (yes, she calls him 'Baby'...any self-respecting adult mancat would never allow himself to be given the name 'Baby'...geez...he really IS a baby!!) and to give him love and attention all because 'Baby' is too chicken to go all the way down the steps and ask for good loving directly from the Mom. Mom says that when he is being so noisy that she is afraid the neighbors will think she is torturing him if he screams/howls like that for too long. Actually, it is the other way around...he is torturing all of us!! What a goofball he is.

Puppy LOLOve

See this? See this??

What am I? A puppy magnet?

Mom says Ginger has a crush on me.

Oh GREAT.

Mom calls it 'puppy Lolove'.

(What's Attie gonna call it?)

Finally Friday

Finally.

Nap time.

Oh, I'm so pooped.

Yawn.

Night.

(Oh, yeah, and have a great weekend!)

Outside bits and pieces

Since we are EXTREMELY late posting today, we decided to just put up some bits and pieces of outside things. Forgive us for being so late, but we've had visitors AND plumbing problems....NOT a nice combination!! Thankfully, us cats (and dawgz) don't suffer too much when the dishes can't be washed in the kitchen sink, but I think Mom is nearly crazy from it...thankfully, a plumber came today and made a big hole in the wall, found the blocked pipe and replaced it!! Woo hoo! (or so says Mom...we could really care less!)

Can you believe that our sunflowers have grown to 4 meters (approx. 12 ft) high?? The tallest ones are now in bloom (this picture is a few days old).

Me, hanging out in the shade of a squash leave. They make really good parasols!!

Ginger hanging out in the squash patch...no, I was NOT there at the same time.

Ginger, on a walk in the forest.

Ginger and a couple of her new friends.

Ginger is not as big as she thinks she is.

Ellwood and Ginger visiting Barsik's swimming pool.

Wednesdawgs

We think these pictures pretty much sum up our situation.

Tiny's Tuesday

Pauses are good.

Paws are good.

Take time for your paws to have a pause.

Lolo's Monday - quiet!!

Hey! Ho!

Quiet.

QUIET!!

Lautrec: Geez, don't you people know that I need my beauty sleep?? What with all these visitors, the dawgs goofing off non-stop AND the work being done in the house, how am I supposed to get my beauty sleep??? Can't everyone just leave?? Go on, go. Go! GO!!

Tiny: What a whiner...he's really only happy when he's sleeping next to Mom and since Mom has been so busy, she hasn't been able to sit with him very much so he's gone all Mr. Crankypants on us. Don't worry, Lautrec, in a week almost everything should be back to normal!

The Wood's Wednesday - Babysitting

Me, Ellwood - what I am:

Bubble biter.

Deer chaser.

Ball chaser.

Fly catcher.

Bone hider.

Watch dog(ger).

Face licker.

Tail chaser.

Yes, I am all these things, but one thing I have never been is a:

BABY SISTER SITTER...

until last week.

Man! I tell you, this babysitting Ginger job is just that: A JOB!! Whew! Trying to keep this pesky little critter out of trouble and amused is 24-hour, round-the-clock, non-stop work! And does she respect her big brother? Ha! No! I put up with A LOT. Ginger is one feisty little female and with those razor sharp teeth she has, you take your life in your hands when you mess with her.

But sometimes I absolutely must knock her down to size due to her tendency to get just a little too big for her britches.

But the lesson is short and in a blink of the eye, she has me down again, fighting for my dignity.

Geez, is it always going to be like this?

Tiny's Tuesday

Some of you may have the (mis)impression that I am very cool about this whole new dog situation, but that isn't entirely correct. I am not going to get all hysterical about the new little one, but I made it very clear from the get-go that I will not put up with anything from her. How? Well, when Mom presented Ginger to me I promptly hissed AND wapped her on the nose. She let out a little whine and I walked away. Let us hope that that is the last time I have to show her her place.

I am most senior around here so my word is pretty much law (forget what Lautrec said yesterday...he is full of air). I choose the best places to sit, the best places to sleep, I tell Mom when we need to eat and...

... if need be, I decide if punishment is due - in this case in the form of 10 minutes in the puppy straight-jacket (a.k.a. the carrying bag hanging from any high place). Ginger found herself in the jacket recently - simply for being too rambunctious. Maybe next time she decides to be a puppy, she'll think again and be a kitten. (Though I would probably even wap her if she were a kitten.) (hehehe!)

Lolo's Monday - ME!!

I AM THE MOST IMPORTANT THING ON THIS EARTH!!

Yes, ME!!

Lautrec. Lolo. Lolobolo.

Lolo-the-Man. Lolo the Dude. The King.

Baby. (Oops, you aren't supposed to know that I like it when Mom calls me Baby.) Gorgeous. Sweets. Love. And I could go on and on...

Which means I am WAAAAAAAAYYY above lowly Ellwood and Ginger.

They are just dogs.

Dawgs. Daaahguuhs. DUUUUUHHHHhhggz.

And when I sit in my magic sweater basket, evfurryone must call me:

'HIS MAJESTY'

So bow down you lowly DUUHHhhggz and heed me!!!

And know that if you do not, my faithful slave, Tiny,

WILL WAP YOU GOOD!!

DaBadCats Speak Out

WARNING: Do NOT be influenced by this picture. This critter; this little squirt, is a downright terror! Believe me, this little goof-ball of a dawg should be locked up behind bars night and day until it is a dog.

What?? Do NOT tell me that you think this gal is cute. No, no, no, no, no!! Don't be a sucker to her terror charms...she is a wild little whirlwind with razor-sharp teeth and a tail that swings back and forth at a billion miles per hour (which she does to hypnotise you and make you hers)...look away - QUICK!!

We, the FELINES (seen here watching from the 'safety' of our perches), don't mind the little girl too much (no, we WILL NEVER cuddle with her and no, we will never stop hissing at her!!), but, we FELINES; are nearly not bothered any more by Ellwood. But I seriously fear that by accepting either of those dawgs in any way it will be a breach of our Kit-o-catic oath. We do hope for peace in the house, but that will ALWAYS have to come on OUR TERMS!