Fuzzy Friday - Lola Fannola Edition

MUM! YOU'RE FIRED!

 

 

Lola Fannola

 

 



Thankful Thursday with Thomas O'Toole

Looking handsomes in the garden.

Hi kitties. 

I for one am really thankful that I have a garden to sit in and show off my handsomes.  It would be a crime against humanity if I could not show all our neighbours just how handsome and mancatly I am.

Of course there are other important reasons that having a garden is so great.  Like fantastic places to scratch and sharpen your claws.  Take for example the, NO NOT THAT FENCE!  I have no idea why The Mum calls it that.  We also have a lot of  DON'T EAT THAT, growing in the garden.

That's better!

Thomas O'Toole

Wordless Wednesday - Window Edition with Lola Fannola

Lola Fannola

Melancholy Mancat Monday

*sigh*

*humph*

Friends, it is so cold outside, that even the birdies have stayed in bed.  And yes, this is the forbidden windowsill of breakable things.  But even that can't lift my spirits.  How much longer until spring?


Thomas O'Toole

Snoopervision Sunday with Thomas O'Toole

Hi there kitties.  Today I am helping The Mum be snoppervision her putting away the weekly shop.  It looks like a lot of hard work from where I'm sitting, all that opening and closing doors and drawers.  That's why it is important that I snoppervise her closely to ensure there is no slacking.  What's this?...

Why the devil hasn't she opened the cat food?  Snoopervising is hungry work.  Notice the EMPTY cat bowl in the background of the above picture. 


Thomas O'Toole



P.S.  Other brands of cat food are available, as are other supermarket chains.

Suspicious Saturday - Whodunnit

The picture above is all that remains of The Mum's chicken and mushroom pie that was left unattended and just asking for trouble.  No cat saw anything as we're all remaining tight lipped on the matter.



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

Fuzzy Friday - O'Tool Edition

MUM, YOU'RE FIRED!

 

 

 

 

Thomas O'Toole

 

 



Thoughtful Thursday with Lola Fannola

Kitties, there is a rumour going round that some kitty peed and pooped in the Teen Bean's laundry basket.  Since it could never ever be me, even though I was the only cat in the house at the time, I am sitting in the bath to ponder this mystery.

I do some of my best thinking in the bath.  It has nothing to do with it being a good hidey spot.  That is purely coincidental


Lola Fannola