Wordless Wednesday - Halloween Horror with Lola Fannola

Lola Fannola

Tuesday Fud-day with Lola Fannola

How comes the baby gets great foods, like bean and beef stew and we have to make do with hard prison biscuits?  This smacks of favouritism to me.


Lola Fannola



P.S  Other brands of baby food are available.

Mancat Monday with Thomas O'Toole

 

 

It may look like I'm being a lazy mancat, sleeping with my sparkly ribbon (just so you know, sparkly ribbons are manly)  But in reality I am a coiled spring waiting to leap into action in defence of my sparkly ribbon at any moment... any moment.

You're not thinking about taking my sparkly ribbon, are you?  That would be... wrong.




Thomas O'Toole

Snoopervision Sunday with Charlie O'Marley

Hi there kitties!  This week it's my turn the help The Mum by snoopervising her in the kitchen.  Today she's making our favourite thing to snoopervise in the whole world.  Tuna Pasta Bake.  That's right I said tuna!

Of course the correct snoppervision of tuna.  Did I say tuna?  I meant, the correct snoopervision in the kitchen is always important as there's hot and sharp stuffs everywhere.  A kitty can't be too careful.

The Mum does all the tricky stuffs, like pre-heating the oven, cooking and draining the pasta.  I'm just here for the tuna.  Sorry, did I say tuna?  I meant... I'm just here for the proper snoopervision of the can opener in use.

Anyway, on with the snoopervision.  Wait a minute... is that Lola?

Psst, Lola.  You know it's my turn to do the snoopervising this week, you did it last week!  Remeber, bathing the baby?  Lola, you're not being fair.  You always have to muscle in and spoil everything, GO AWAY!

MUUUUUM!  Tell Lola to go away.  It's my turn to do the snoopervising.  I should be the only one that gets the tuna.  Did I say tuna?  I meant, I should be the only one that gets to do the snoopervising.

LOLA!  GET AWAY FROM THOSE TUNA CANS!  You don't know the first thing about snoopervising tuna.

Okay Lola, you get to lick the spoon when we're done.


Charlie O'Marley

Suspicious Saturday - Whodunnit?

Some cat licked the butter right out of the tub! In fact if you look to the right of the picture it seems the culprit has been caught.

Don't worry about the licked butter.  The Mum put that bit on The Dad's toast.


Thomas O'Toole, Charlie O'Marley and Lola Fannola

Femme Fatale Friday with Lola Fannola

Touch me and it really with be fatal... for you!

 

 

 

 

Lola Fannola

 

 

 



National Black Cat Day UK 2012

(c) Cats Protection

Today, Thursday 25th October, is National Black Cat.

Why, you ask.  Now, this may come as quite a shock to some of you out there, but black cats are considered less adoptable than other cats.  Rescues across the UK (and in other countries too) are bursting at the seems with purrfectly awesome, loving black cats waiting for their forever homes.  Yet these wonderful cats are passed up time and time again for that cute tabby or funny little tortoiseshell.

(c) Cats Protection

But why are these beautiful felines losing out on loving homes.  Some feel it's because they're less exciting than their colourful counter parts.  Other feel that it is the black cats strong connection to myth and superstition that is holding it back. 

One such myth is that it is bad luck for a black cat to cross your path as misfortune will surely befall you.  In early Christian beliefs black cats were considered evil, a mixture of the devil and dark sorcery.  Black cats were often believed to be the familiars of witches and wizards, their earthly connection with the devil himself.  So strong was this belief that at one time simply owning a black cat was enough to convict you of witchcraft.  There is a case in Windsor Berkshire in 1579 of a group of women tried and executed for witchcraft.  One of the women, Mother Dewell's, only crime seemed to have been owning a black cat called Gille. For a long time if you were a black cat, you were cursed.  But we all know this is nothing but a load of hocus pocus.

Source - I Can Has Chezburger

But black cats haven't always been thought of as evil or unlucky.  King James I owned a black cat for many years and considered it to be a source of good luck.  When the cat passed away King James I was reported to have said, "Alas, my luck has run out."  He was soon arrested and executed for high treason.

Fishermen's wives would keep black cats for luck while their husbands were away at sea.  These cats were considered so valuable that many were stolen.

In Scotland a strange black cat appearing at your porch will bring prosperity.

In Britain having a black cat in the house is considered to be lucky.

In France there is a myth that if someone owns a black cat with even one white hair, lady luck will smile upon them.

(c) Cats Protection

 

 

So why not spread some of that good fortune and consider giving a black cat (or two, or three) a warm loving home.  Just like our mum did.  Black cats are AWESOME, if we do say so ourselves... and we do.

 

If you don't have room for anymore cats, no matter how handsome and awesome they may be, please consider donating to your local cat charity, rescue or centre.  You don't have to donate just money, you can donate your time, food, blankets, litter, cat toys or anything else of use.

 

 

Thomas O'Toole and Charlie O'Marley

 

 

 

For more information on National Black Cat Day and for some fun downloads, including the pictures above, please visit Cats Protection.

 

For more information on how you can get involved with Cats Protection and their tireless work to help homeless cats and kittens, please click here.

Hello Handsome!

(c) Cats Protection

 

 

 

Why not join us in celebrating the awesomeness that is the black cat.  Link up your black cat posts here.  The linky will be open until 31st October, so plenty of time to get your Halloween on.

 

 

 

 

Pictures copyright of Cats Protection and reproduced with permission.

 

 



Wordless Wednesday - Window Edition with Thomas O'Toole

Thomas O'Toole

Toysday Tuesday - The Nip Narna Blues

We've got the broken ripped, nip narna blues, 
Meow, ow, ow, ow, ow
Said, we've got the broken ripped, nip narna blues,
Meow, ow, ow, ow, ow.

Some cat went and chewed it, and all the nips came out,
Oh yeah,
Said, some cat went and chewed it, and all the nips came out,
Meow ow, ow, ow, ow.

Please got out now Mamma, and purchase several more.
Oh yeah,
Said, please got out now Mamma , and purchase several more
Meow, ow, ow, ow, ow...  NOW!


Thomas O'Toole, Charlie O'Marley adn Lola Fannola


P.S.  The Mum says the reason that nip narna looks so dirty is cause we lick to lick, lick, lick, lick, lick it, then rub it on our heads.

Mancat Monday - Introoder with Thomas O'Toole

Kitties, there is a rumour going round that we have an introoder in the house.  He's short, fat and ginger.

If you see him, you'll let me know, right?


Thomas O'Toole

Snoopervision Sunday with Lola Fannola

Lola and Jessica

As we all know, babies require a lot of snoopervision and me being the only ladycat in the house the job of helping The Mum with the baby falls to me.  Correct snoopervision of babies is important, you can't let them out of your sight for a second.  Especially at baths time, because they splash... a lot.

Jessica thinking about
Splashings

So while The Mum runs the water, check the temperature and adds the bubbles I snoopervise the baby to make sure there are no shenanigans.

Snoopervising

Here I am snoopervising the undressing.  You have to have your wits about you, because those babies are super quick and super grabby pinchy!  But I am a dedicated snoopervisor and I see it through to the end...

One baby safely undressed and in the bath.  My work here is done.



Lola Fannola, Chief Snoopervisor of Babies

Suspicious Saturday - Whodunnit?

Dirty footprints, hair and dirts

Some cat didn't wipe their feets and walked all over the clean kitchen windowsill.  What's more there was a hairball left on the rug, but The Mum thought she'd spare you all the horror and didn't take a picture of it.

The Mum has her suspects.

Thomas O'Toole

Thomas O'Toole, Charlie O'Marley and Lola Fannola

Fuzzy Friday

Charlie O'Marley

Thomas O'Toole

Lola Fannola

MUM, YOU'RE FIRED!

Thankful Thursday - Give Blood

But I don't want to go!

 

Today kitties I am thankful to be alive and well.  It's been over a week since my mysterious aliment and emergency trip to the v-e-t, yet we're still no closer to knowing what was wrong with me.  Other than I couldn't beathe and was very scared.  The Mum says that I was making the most awful gurgling noises and was foaming at the mouth.  Above is a picture of me in the PTU waiting to go. 

 

When I got to the v-e-t-s I tried to pretend that I was okay and the v-e-t was all for sending me home, when I started having difficulty breating and swallowing again.  It was then decided that the v-e-t would make me go sleepy and take a picture of my insides with a special camera. 

 

 

My handsome insides

 

 

It was while they were getting me ready to go for a special nap that I suddenly started projectile vomitting clear fluid.  It was then the v-e-t phoned The Mum and told her not to expect me to come home.  But I did come home and I am very thankful I did. 

 

 

Click to bigify

Here is a picture of the invoice and all the things they did to me (please click to bigify).  It doesn't look like much for nearly £600.  You'll notioce that The Mum has highlighted an area in red.  That says that I have donated blood to the pet blood bank to help out other poorly kitties who need to visit the v-e-t. 

You can read more about Pet Blood Bank UK here.

For a list of Pet Blood Banks in the United States of America, click here.

Save a life, give blood!


Thomas O'Toole

Whisker Wednesday with Thomas O'Toole

Look at those manly whiskers
 of whiskeriness

There's nothing guaranteed to set a mancat's manly whiskers twitching like watching little birdies.

 

"Come down and play little birdies.  I won't bite... much."

Thomas O'Toole

Toesday Tuesday - Lola Pink Paws

 

Behold these silky paws of gorgeousness.

 

Which beneath hide...

 

Pink toes of squee!

 

 

Get them while they're nomable.

 

 

 

Lola Fannola

Million Dollar Mancat Monday

Well, almost.  Sunday before last I got myself into a bit of bother.  I did resounding performance of a cat close to death's door.  I was so convincing that the services of an emegency out of hours vet was sort.

 £593.23 later I manged to make a miraculous, beyond the realms of medical science, Jesus appearing on a piece of toas,t recovery. The vet was at a loss to explain what was wrong with me and how I managed to recover after they had told The Mum not to expect me to come home.

But a cat as handsome and full of awesomeness, like myself is certianly worth £593.23 and more.  So what if the humans have to eat beans on toast for Chirstmas dinner this year.

What's that?  It's coming out of our treat budget?



Thomas O'Toole



P.S.  The Mum here.  Fear not, Thomas is insured and hopefully we will get the money back.