Friday, 28 January 2011
BWAH HAHA, BWAH HAHAHAHA!
Thursday, 27 January 2011
Wednesday, 26 January 2011
Tuesday, 25 January 2011
Sunday, 23 January 2011
Saturday, 22 January 2011
Friday, 21 January 2011
Thursday, 20 January 2011
Friday, 14 January 2011
Thursday, 13 January 2011
One thing we're truly thankful for is our nippy narnas. We used to have four nippy narnas, but sadly one of our nippy narnas had to go to that great toy box in the sky because some one *cough*Thomas*cough* chewed a hole in it and all the nips escaped. And a nippy narna without any nip is well, not a narna worth bothering with!
We love to do what The Mum calls the 'Banana Mumbo', where we lick the narna and then rub it all over our heads. Here is a little video of Lola showing exactly how the Banana Mumbo is done. Note, it's all about the technique.
If the video won't load, please watch it on YouTube.
There is another thing we're truly thankful for is our Catnapping Seal of Approval from our good friends over at The Teenage Mutant Ninja Kitty Horde. If you haven't met them yet, be sure to pop over and say hi!
Thank you so so much!
Thomas O'Toole, Charlie O'Marley and Lola Fannola x
Tuesday, 11 January 2011
The Mum was very ill over Christmas so didn't take any pictures of us getting or playing with our wonderful Christmas presents.
In fact she was so ill on Christmas Day that she didn't even help us open our presents until Boxing Day. Really! Ill or not that is unacceptable! We noticed The Mum wasn't so ill she couldn't open her presents! Fear not, we will make our displeasure known during her Annual Pur-Fur-Mance Review. You have been warned mum!
Anyway, a couple of days after Christmas mum got her act together and managed to take a picture and shoot a short video of our pawsome present we got from Grandma Bean.
It's a Christmas Mouse Chase Game from Pets at Home (we're not sure if it is available in the states). As you can see from the picture above, it has a plastic outer case that contains a cute little grey mouse in a Santa hat. When The Mum gets off her fat bottom and puts batteries in it, Santa Mouse dashes round the plastic case and you have to attempt to stop him. He randomly stops and starts to keep our interest and there's even motion sensors on the sides so the game will automatically turn on if one of us walks past.
The Mancats don't seem that impressed with it. Personally I think that has something to do with the spiffy little hat Santa Mouse is wearing. Obviously Thomas and Charlie are jealous of Santa Mouse's superior fashion sense.
So, without further ado, here is a video of my gorgeous self playing with the Mouse Chase Game. Yes, that is a spider you see walking across the kitchen floor. He made a tasty snack, after all playing works up such an appetite
If the video won't load you can watch it on YouTube.
Lola Fannola x
Monday, 10 January 2011
It's hard being a Mancat, even more so when you have to put all your excess energy into healing. Look! I am so exhausted that I couldn't even make it to my bed properly this morning!
In this picture you can see my sore or 'worried' patch just by my front leg. There is also another patch of hair loss on my side. The Mum doesn't know if this is new or was done at the same time as the other patch as I'm not the sort of cat to let anyone examine him for long. However my worried patch is looking a lot better despite the little bit of redness. It has dried up nicely and some parts are starting to scab over.
Mum has been researching Hormone Dermatitis or Feline Endocrine Alopecia and has found several suggestions to help. One was an Elizabethan Collar, but The Mum will only try that if all else fails. Suggestions are to keep the house and affected cat as flea free as possible (The Mum is on top of that), use Evening Primrose Oil for any itching or irritation and to use Feliway to help combat stress. The Mum says she is even going to get me a special collar with DO NOT FEED on it. I shall be losing that one pretty quickly I can tell you!
It maybe a case as the V-E-T said that there is nothing we can do to treat the hair loss and The Mum will have to learn to love my bald pantaloons and tummy. Being The Mum it's the law that she has to love me no matter what.
Thomas O'Toole x
P.S. I still haven't forgiven her = More ham!
Friday, 7 January 2011
I am greatly displeased! What has displeased me so greatly you ask? That simple four letter word that shall not be spoketh. The V-E-T-S!
You see, I am very much my own mancat and a very manly mancat at that. This is why I do not feel the need for such mushy over-sentimental stuff such as lap sitting and petting. I'm also a wild and rugged mancat, so weather permitting I am usually out and about.
However, since it is lashing down with rain today I decided to take a restful nap on the ironing board. That is when the most dreadful thing happened, The Mum suddenly noticed a bald patch on my side, just under my right front leg. It was looking a bit red and nasty, so she put two and two together and came up with five. Thinking I had been in a fight or a horrible accident she rushed me to the place that shall not be named.
Not before I put up a fight about going in the PTU. I managed to escape briefly only to find the cat flaps either locked or inaccessible. Of course I sang the sad song all the way to that dreadful place, but it was all in vain.
Once we got to the place that shall not be named I didn't want to come out of the PTU, but I was unceremoniously tipped out regardless. Mr Cook the V-E-T subjected me to the most humiliating examination of my life. He then told The Mum that it was not a wound but in fact an area that had been worried. In other words I had licked myself sore.
Mr Cook explained that in cat of my age random allergies are quite common and sometimes it can be difficult to pinpoint what exactly you are allergic to. Since the allergic reaction is fairly minor Mr Cook gave me two injections, (I was extremely mancatly and brave and didn't cry once) one of anti-biotics and one to stop the itches rather then subject me to more invasive and stressful allergy tests. He believes I have something called Hormonal Dermatitis which may have been brought on to by an allergic reaction to food I am possibly getting else where.
Being extremely handsome and mancatly I have several reserve homes where I can eat if I don't like what's on offer at home.
On the journey back home I was very quiet and couldn't wait to get out of the PTU. I was given ham as a bribe for forgiveness, of course I ate it but my forgiveness comes at a much higher price!
Charlie! Keep away from the PTU, it's not safe! Run away, save yourself!
Thomas O'Toole and Charlie O'Marley x
P.S. Whilst The Mum was out taking me to the V-E-T-S, the postman tried to deliver our new internet router. So now The Mum has to go to the big Sorting Office to pick it up!
Sunday, 2 January 2011
I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc.
I will not eat other animals' poop.
I will not lick my human's face after eating animal poop.
I will not eat my own vomit.
I will not eat "kitty box crunchies".
I will not eat any more socks and then re-deposit them in the backyard after processing.
I will not chew my human's toothbrush and not tell them.
I will not chew crayons or pens, specially not the red ones, or my people will think I am hemorrhaging.
I will not drop soggy tennis balls in the underwear of someone who is sitting on the toilet.
I will not bark each time I hear a door bell on TV.
I will not steal Mum's underwear and dance all over the back yard with it.
The sofa is not a face towel. Neither are Mum & Dad's laps.
My head does not belong in the refrigerator.
I do not need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm lying under the coffee table.
I must shake the rainwater out of my fur BEFORE entering the house.
I will not eat the cats' food, before or after they eat it.
Saturday, 1 January 2011
We will not puff our entire body to twice its size for no reason after our human has finished watching a horror movie.
We will not slurp fish food from the surface of the aquarium.
We will not eat large numbers of assorted bugs, then come home and puke them up so the humans can see that we're getting plenty of roughage.
We will not use the bathtub to store live mice for late-night snacks.
We will not perch on my human's chest in the middle of the night and stare into her eyes until she wakes up.
We will not play Herd of Thundering Wildebeests Stampeding Across the Plains of the Serengeti over any humans' bed while they're trying to sleep.
Screaming at the can of food will not make it open itself.
We cannot leap through closed windows to catch birds outside. If we forget this and bonk our heads on the window and fall behind the couch in our attempt, we will not get up and do the same thing again.
We will not assume the patio door is open when we race outside to chase leaves.
We will not intrude on my human's candle-lit bubble bath and singe our bottoms.
If we bite the cactus, it will bite back.
When it rains, it will be raining on all sides of the house. It is not necessary to check every door.
Birds do not come from the bird feeder. we will not knock it down and try to open it up to get the birds out.
The dog can see us coming when we stalk him. He can see us and will move out of the way when we pounce, letting us smash into floors and walls. That does not mean we should take it as a personal insult when our humans sit there and laugh.
We will not play "dead cat on the stairs" while people are trying to bring in groceries or laundry, or else one of these days, it will really come true.
When our human is typing at the computer, her forearms are *not* a hammock.
Computer and TV screens do not exist to backlight our lovely tails.
Of course, we don't really mean any of that!
Thomas O'Toole, Charlie O'Marley and Lola Fannola x