Recovery

Well,  I have bad news: Talula died too, last week. It took me days to recover, but now I'm fine. And I slapped Chester today, which really got me in trouble. Well, SOR-RY! He was the one biting my tail! I don't have much to say, because I AM BORED. And sleepy. Good night, people.

An Awesome Photo-Shoot

WOW! I had an AWESOME day! Friend took some pictures of me and Mama! See below:

Now, Friskins, please. Share with me. I shall add captions of my own.

"Mmm, delightful..."

"What is that thing crawling by the potted plants?"

"Mm, interesting, now would you add some more gravy?"

Daydreamer

Vignette works perfectly in this pose.

Friskins the Foolish

Up and Down

Friend Blows a Fuse: Part One

I am so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, AGGRAVATED. Dumb Cherry. I hate her. I am disgusted that we are even RELATED for Pete's sake! 
So, I was just minding my own business and laying down on the sofa, typing my blog. Then that DUMB menace who is supposedly referred to as my sister came ambling along and BROKE MY KEYBOARD!!!!!!!!!!! This is why I am doing this on the phone. This is why I am so angry. Excuse moi, people but I smell chicken, and am going to use my lovely charm on F.T.S (Friend The Second) to get some table scraps. Yummy!

C*H*E*R*R*Y. stinky friskee. i am cherry pye. i am cyoot i dont like stinky friskee. 

What the-? CHERRY PIE KITTEN! YOU GET OFF THAT TABLET! YOU RUINED MY LAPTOP AND I WON'T LET YOU RUIN THE TABLET! OFF, OFF, OFF! 

stinky i hate yoo friskee yoo are so uglee. i am the cyootest.

PLEASE BE GLAD YOU WERE NOT HERE. FRISKY HAD SWITCHED TO VIOLENCE MODE. THANK YOU, WE HAVE NOW RETURNED FRISKY'S SANITY.

Trust Friend to do that. HA! As if I'm a criminal. I'm criminally beautiful. Cherry stinks. Please type FRISKY IS BEAUTIFUL, CHERRY IS STINKY in the comments. Why? Because IT IS THE TRUTH, THE WHOLE TRUTH AND NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH.

Smudge: R.I.P.

This is Frisky's owner. We're sorry to say, Smudge died. Frisky went out and hid Talula somewhere yesterday, but that's what she did once, when her cousin Queenie died when she was only little. She'll be back eventually, in a few days.
We think she died because the weather is changing, and she was droopy. But thankfully, we still have Talula.

Share, Share, Share. Ugh!

Groan. Mama has to type too. I've just put the kittens to bed for a nap, so she had BETTER BE QUIET!
Friskins! Don't yell at your mother! And keep your pesky daughters away from my tail!
That's it, Smudge! Come on, go for her back! Hup two, hup two! And come on, Talula! Shake tail!
Ah, the glories of kitten-hood.
Talula, Smudge, or Smidge, whatever your name is, get off me and behave like civilized kittens. 
Don't listen to her! Go on, babies, I've been waiting for this moment for the longest time.
You are all grounded.
NOOOO!
noo!
noooooooo!
Don't be so dramatic. 

Picture Superiority

Everyone says I pose beautifully. Ha! In yo face, Chester suck up! He thinks his pictures are cool, but look below. I put a picture of MOI and my exquisitely pretty kitty Smudge. And there are some of the nimrod's pictures below. Spot the difference, people, spot the difference.

The Big Black Nimrod's Only Good Picture.

Smudgie and Mommy: Quality Time

Smudge and I played outside together. Talula was inside, playing with Friend, the lazy girl. Here are the snapshots: