JoeyMoggie

Minou napping.

cats on tuesday

Welcome to French at Linky Love who did their first “Cats on Tuesday” today

Manny hiding in a box.

cats on tuesday

You Are: 0% Dog, 100% Cat

You are are almost exactly like a cat. You’re intelligent, independent, and set on getting your way. And there’s no way you’re going to fetch a paper for anyone!

Are You More Cat or Dog?

Disclaimer : If you don’t like poop stories, move on

—————————–

I have two sick babies in my house today.

Colin has congestion and a cold. Most likely brought on by going in and out of air conditioned office to non-climate controlled environments all week. We were supposed to have Geoff from Ottawa up this weekend for a bike ride and bbq. We phoned him early this morning to tell him not to make the drive, besides Colin feeling like crap, Manny crapped himself all over the house this morning.

The kitty squirts happened once before with Manny, after he ate some garbage. Besides scaring the shit out of him (pun intended), and feeling physically bad, he feels like he has been bad kitty for not using the litter. Now, granted, it would have made clean up much easier had he used the litter, but I wasn’t mad at him. I just want him to feel better.

Those that have met little Manny know what a purrrrrrr machine he is. He wasn’t making any noise, except for some panting.

My poor little baby.

I put him in the bathroom to clean up the mess, after I got everything sorted I went into the bathroom to clean him up. Then it happened. . . . . again. (AGAIN!!!!!!)

He started to fart, and little juicy streaks of liquid poop shot out of his butt. Every time he farted, it scared him and he ran around the bathroom, leaving little wet puddle bombs.

After another clean up, a bath, and some serious cuddling, Manny is pretty much back to himself. He is sitting with me now, damp and shivering, covered with a towel purrrrring.

What a crappy day. Literately

source 

Scott came over last night for a little more Colin BBQ action.  We made brochettes.

Scott adores Manny.   His girlfriend’s cat, as discribed by Scott, is the devil incarnet.

We had Scott and another friend Vlad over on Sunday for a BBQ for Colin’s birthday.  Vlad had arrived first, and Manny being the attention whore that he is tried everything to get Vlad to pay attention to him.  No dice, little kitty!  Vlad isn’t really a ‘cat person’.

Vlad and Colin went out to the shops to pick up a few last minute items, and while they were out Scott arrived.

A few minutes before Scott arrived I was telling Manny that he was coming over.  And as Scott’s car rolled into the drive way little Manny was at the door like a speeding bullet doing little circles, purrs and whiirrrrrs in excitement.

He knew Scott would pay attention to him.   Manny loves all the attention Scott gives him, and generally Manny follows him around while he visits.

Even last night Manny was ever so excited to see Scott.  Its very cute actually.

Colin and I have made an important decision about Manny.  If Colin and I die, or end up in a situation or move that means I can’t take my beloved cats,  Manny is to go live with Scott.

Scott is even Manny’s friend on Facebook (Yes!  My cats all have ‘CATBOOK’ profiles!)

Aren’t they a cute couple?

I’ve been taking alot of pictures of the moggies, here are a few more.

Read the rest of this entry »

My beautiful girly cat, Minou, is a tad on the shy side. She is hard to photograph, and doesn’t enjoy it very much. My boys are photo whores-so those that have been reading my blog for a while will have seen dozens of photos of Marty and Manny.

Here are a whole bunch of pictures of the Diva herself.

watching birds
still watching birds
Manny trying to steal the spotlight
Pretty Girl

? Pretty Girl
fuel my Blog

This is yellow bear.

He is an old terry-cloth hand puppet I bought from Value Village for $0.10.

We fill it with Cat Nip for the moggies every once in a while, and then watch ‘em go.

Today I left work early.? I’ve been feeling crappy for a few days now.? I needed some rest and sleep.

Before I crashed, I filled good ol’ Yellow Bear. . .

While I was getting cozy in my bed, I could hear the moggies going nuts in the other room. . . . .

One of my cats, Marty, has a doppelgänger living just across the street.

The Champ

My Handsome Marty

I’ve blogged about The Champ before, but I’ve never been able to get a ‘good’ picture of him to be able to do a picture comparision of the two of them. The Champ will be moving in a month (His owner just bought a new house), so I had to get this post in before the move.

Today The Champ was chilling out in wilds of my back yard. I invited him up to our house on the back deck, I was trying to get a picture of the two of them together.

Champ outside, Marty inside.

Besides the obvious fact they are both grey, with amazing emerald eyes, they also share the same sort of build and they are both Hemmingway POLYDACTYL (Extra Toe Cats).

I think that the Champ is longer and a lighter shade of grey, his face is also a little more angular than Marty’s.

They really are hard to tell apart, but I have no problem telling them apart. I think that the ease I have of telling them apart is how a parent knows their kids. Again in the theme of parents and children, I think my Marty is the most handsome hahahaha

Here is a list I stumbled across, its what different animals are called in a group.

Make me giggle.  Who makes up this stuff?