Excuses: Anastasia-1 Tom-0

Anastasia here--

My friends, there has been a big to-do about my being derelict in my duties. Tom's blog here I was supposed to take over, but my FB audience has been much more flattering and receptive to my beauty. After all, I did put the "face" in Facebook.

TOM:  Anastasia, you egotistical wench! I have handsomeness to the ends of my whiskers, not to mention connections to the big Dude. See the sun halo-ing my furs?

Such a body carries a soul unblemished and unbesmirched.

ANASTASIA:  Un-bewhat? Sounds goofy to me.

TOM:  Ubesmirched. Means unsullied. Another one of my favorite words.

ANASTASIA:  That nobody understands or cares about.

TOM: (draws himself up, all 9 3/4 inches with four feet on the ground) I'll have you know, I like saying big words. It helps my digestion, clears my sinuses and moves my bowels.

ANASTASIA:  You don't say.

TOM:  Let's get to the matter at hand. Why have you not kept up with my blog in my absence?

ANASTASIA:  I told you. My Facebook audience keeps me busy.

TOM:  Well, I'll be back soon and I'll have to apologize for you, you know.

ANASTASIA:  Go ahead. And, don't forget to throw in one of your big words.

On the Road with Old Thelma and Louise

Since the Tink and I are holed up in Maine and our sisfur has gone from a satin-pillowed diva to a travelin' road hag, we thought we'd turn over this post to her and Mom Julie's adventures.

Like spotting a mouth-watering bird hood ornament on an old Ford Model A..

Or, telling the story about a bicycle rider who sneaked up on Mom Julie while she was trying to tend to Stasia after a little highway horking. After a few dips and runs on the back roads of Virginia, that old familiar sound brought the car over to the side of the road. While the mom was trying to clean off the PTUs bedding, a man came up and started talking in a dialect neither of them could understand. Figuring the guy was one sneaker short of a shoelace, they both got out of there and in about five hours were in Maryland.

It hasn't been all hair and fur-raising. On a quiet hotel evening, Stasia's been caught watching TV.

Duck what??

Back at the ranch, it's spring window whiffies for Tinker and me while Anastasia and Mom Julie are high-fiving truckers and stuffing themselves on biscuits and gravy.

I can't wait for usl to get back together in our forever home.

Hope you're all doing okay. We miss you.

Til next time,

Tom, Tinker, Mom Julie and Anastasia


Pee ess:  Mom Julie here--just discovered that today is National Hairball Awareness Day. Glad we could share the above story! Tom says to please excuse his calling Stasia a hag. He's been wanting to bring her down to earth for a long time..:) Have a great day!

Left - One, Two, Three..

I know..


You're wondering what the old parish boys are up to this time.


With the title of the post being what it is


It could be only one thing

Tinker is trying to teach me how to dance.

I know, I know..

It looks like he's doing more holding me up than anything else.

He's very patient, but we're going nowhere fast

Finally, I give up and we call it a day.

My favorite grampie's blanket

So, furriends

I guess if I'm invited to a cat-illion,

you'll see me by the punchbowl instead of on the dance floor

since it appears I have two left (hind) feet.

Cheers!

A Fairy Tail: Catpunzel

Once upon a time in a kingdom not that far away


Lived a cat..a boy cat.


Because he was so fair of face and fair of fur,


His pawrents kept him locked away (sorry, we couldn't find a tower)

One fair maiden was determined to see him


To be with him, keep him company


But, she couldn't reach him.


Then, an idea struck


He turned around and


waaa-laaa...

She climbed up


They exchanged nosekisses and ran away.


Last we heard, they were living their happily ever after.


THE END.

~

Thanks, Tinker for being such a good Catpunzel!

Nosekisses to all!

Shadow Giant

We're baaaaack!

We took a week off 'cause Mom Julie was out of town and now, with camera ever-handy, she's taking pictures of us without missing a beat.


Here is an interesting shot that makes Tinker look like a giant..his ears come up to her waist..!

Isn't it cool when the sun makes us look larger than life?

I still couldn't understand how it was happening, so I gave it the old sniff test.

Didn't learn a darn thing, really.

Tinker snickered and said it was magic, or something about sunspots and gravity.

That scientific nincompoop. (I like saying that word, esp. since the word poop is in it)

It's the angle of the sun is my conclusion, but I go along.

Out loud, I say, "Whatever floats your boat, bro."

Julie here~

You guys make a terrific shot, both of you. And, Tom, don't look so pitiful. You'd be just as tall if you were in Tinker's place, I guarantee it!


Have a great weekend everybody.

Enjoy your own time in the sun if you can!

A Rest Nest

I love my toy basket

Such a good place to rest

With nip under tail

And bells under nail

Dreams here...


Are the absolute best!

Have a happy weekend, everybody!

High Beams

 Mom Julie has decided to contribute to my post today by writing a poem. She is no Edna St. Vincent Mewlett or Henry Wadsfurrth Longfurrlow, but she'll do:

 There's a new creature
 In town girls and boys
And he's making 
Way too much noise
He's scaring the nip 
Out of all of us, too
With such a big fuss
And the hullabaloo.

They say he possesses
A power scary
Making us all
In awe and wary
His lasers are like ours
It's true
But his are stronger
I'll prove it to you.

Just look at this
And be amazed
Although to some
He does look crazed
Have no fear
As I hear him explain
"It's just my reflection 
No power, no pain."

A little kitty ditty inspired by none other than just some shiny wood floor, but look at my reflection.

Even my toys are afraid to move!

~~~

Thanks to everyone for your patience as we are so busy right now..we'll visit when we can. Know we're always thinking of you..

Have a wonderful weekend!

Purrs,
Tom