UPDATE

Hai everkitteh!

Haven't been able to take pictures, but wanted to let yous all know that Daddy's getting much better. His leg staples got taken out, his pain level has gone down and he's becoming more mobile - in fact, he took a shower today! No more sponge baths, yay!

Momma's been workin' her butt off, but she's glad that he's feeling better! Her school quarter is almost over and stuff's been getting easier. She even put up a Christmas tree!

THANK YOU to everyone who's stopped by to say hi and offer purrs and lufs!!

-Kilroy & Fambly

Update + Gift Post

Momma/Tracy is typing, Kilroy is snoopervising:

MANY THANKS to everyone who offered support and care for the Love Beastie dad (Dan). He reads the comments from his hospital bed and really appreciates them. He also hasn't had his surgery yet, as the leg is still too swollen, thus posing a safety risk (it would be like opening a can of biscuit dough and then trying to reseal it). We really appreciate your warm comments and really enjoy what a loving community this is.

We won a drawing at The Furry Bambinos' blog (It's up now!!), and it came at the perfect time (check out their blog for the fun shopping trip pictures!). I had just come home from an exhausting hospital merry-go-round: Dan was shuttled to a rural hospital that was an hour away from our house (he was working when he fell off a ladder)... waited 5 hours... I was finally able to join him... two hours later we took an ambulance to a hospital that's an hour away from our house in the opposite direction...hung out in their waiting room...finally got a sleeping room at 3 AM and tried to sleep, but the nurses did their jobs and took his vitals every few hours. And I didn't have a car with me after riding in the ambulance, so I had to get a ride and finally came home to make sure the babies were okay. Unfortunately, they were a little stressed and weirded out.

Sure enough, what was on my doorstep?

"Pssst...hey Sadie, whatta you think dat is?"

"I dunno, Leah. Do you fink dat's our new daddy?"

"Hey! Stoopit woofies! That's not our new daddy! That's...uh..."

"It's a special kind of treat! You chew on it, see? Nom nom nom"


"Wait, there's something inside it! What's this? A PRESENT!"

"Hey, look! Everycat (and hooman) from the Furry Bambinos sent us a nice card! All right! Okay now momma, I want you to open that box!"

"LOOK AT ALL THIS NEAT STUFF! There are chicken and turkey TEMPTAYSHUNS, some neat-o Whisker Lickins, super potent catnip, two catnip fishies, a catnip mousie, a bright catnip mousie with fevvers, a NIP NANNA!!, a sparkly wand and a fevver wand, and even a bone, toy, and ball for the woofies!" (did I forget anything? The Love Beasties have already run off to the four corners of the house with all the toys!)


"Oh, you're trying to make a nice display in order to show your appreciation, momma? Fat chance! I mean, look at all this awesome loot! We totally forget why we were sad!"


"Wow! Cool!"


"Quit hogging the nip 'nanna, you big stinky floofball!"


"Ahhhh. I think I'm just going to roll all over everything now."

*roll roll roll*

*happy happy* *sniff sniff* *happy happy*

Leah: "I can has toys too?"

"I love kitty toys."


"Lookit dat. All sparkly."


"OH BOY! A squeaky tennis ball!"


"This is perfect for me! I love to throw stuff and then pounce on it!"

"YAY!"


"Anything else in this box? No? Okay then, maybe I can fit in it."


"Can I sleep in the box too?"


"Don't upset your tummy, Mr. Mousie!"

"Thank you, Panda Bear, Meerkat, Padre, and Furry Bambino hoomans!"

"I fanks you with my LASER EYES!"

"And I got dressed up to thank you. Thank you, Panda Bear, Meerkat, Padre and Furry Bambino hoomans!"

Bad News

Hai everycat, I gots some bad news...

Daddy fell of a ladder and broke his leg in several places while he was at work. Poor daddy. It's so bad that they have to do surgeries on it. Mommy's gonna leave in a little while so she can go be with daddy. Between this and schoolwork (and that fact that mommy might need to get a job now on top of schoolwork), you may not see much of us for a little while. We've been trying to visit blogs, but it hasn't been easy - so please don't think that we're not thinking of you!

The Furry Bambinos are sending us a prize package soon, and we want to make a post about that (and even maybe donate some stuff in their honor) but that may take a little while.

So please purr/ay for Daddy. Momma didn't think he'd end up in the hospital anymore once he retired from being a bad-guy-stopper, but she should've known better when he decided to start his own handyman business. :)

GOTCHAVERSARY!

I forgot to announce it, but today is the day when we celebrate my and Macy's days when we were gotted!!

This is my FIFTH Gotcha day - cuz momma found me as a wee baby kittie and now I'm about 5 manly mancat years old.

Here is a picture of me as a wee baby kittie!

This is Macy's 1st Gotchaversary here, even though she's about 4 years old. Here, you can see one of her pseudo-milestones: feeling comfortable enough to snuggle up in momma's briefcase and office junk. Go Macy.

Momma's bad with dates, so she decided that our Gotchaversary could be on the same day since we were both brought into the family around the same time of year.

Thanks for looking!

Leopard spots?

Mwahaha, Momma has the leopard spots on her face. We thinks she is part kitty. (You may need to biggify the picture to see all the spots).

AWARDS!

We got some frikkin' cool awards from some really frikkin' cool cats!! Hey mommeh, what does "frik" mean?

Hmmm.... no, I don't buy the explanation that it's the Norse word for "refridgerator." I not stoopid!


Anywho, this first award comes from Colby and Chedder, the Cheezits kitties!



Hooray! Fanks you, Cheezits!

This next award is from who else but Tesla the Kitty and her brofur Hansel. I is not that great at giving out awards, but I am going to combine the two awards!



I has to pick 7 (Se7en, which I pronounce "SEZEN") kitties for this (well, it's 10 for the butterfly award but I can't spell "ten" with any numbers that make it look like "ten". At least, nothing that will have the number 10 in it.

Hmmm.... if you already has this award, oh well! :)

1. Tesla the Kitty and her brofur Hansel cuz I lurfs the kitty Tesla and her big strong brave mancatwhore kitten brofur is cool too. (HA, I'M GIVING IT BACK!!! And I mean that in a nice way, like "Fanks you for the awards, I accept it and now nominate yous." I keeps hoomans on their toes this way.)

2. The Furry Bambinos cuz they're really cool and they don't like big squooshy un-mancatlike hugs either.

3. PB&J is my Favorite. It's my favorite too. Especially when you add 'nanners and cat fur. That's so the hoomans know it's yours.

4. Victor the Tabby Cat and Nina the Torbie cuz they're just so cool.

5. Momo because her blog is ever so delightful.

6. Gandalf and Grayson because they make gray look soooo good

7. And finally, little animals for being so weird. :)

There are many other kitties I would have wished to give these awards to, but I am short on time because I have to snoopervise 2 gigantoid research papers than momma has to finish today.

Love you all! And I say that in a mancatly way.

Rhetorical Question of the Week

MOMMA: If Humanism is a valid psychological theory about all "hooman beans" having inherent goodness but my mother keeps trying to persuade me that it's a Satanic religion, would main Humanist theorist Carl Rogers comes back from the dead to defend his theories from the grave if I showed no goodness by whacking my mother over the head with my Theories of Personality text book?

KILROY: No, but I thinks Freud would say you has aggression issues which would be better channeled into a defense mechanism like sublimation, where you wanna do something baaad but do something socially acceptable instead in order to make your urges all happy and stuff.

MOMMA: Like playing "whack-a-mole" instead of "whack-a-mom"?

KILROY: Uh, not quite. Besides, it's my job to play "whack-a-mom."

MOMMA: More like "scratch-a-mom"!!

KILROY: Hey! I keep these nails pawticured just for you!

MOMMA: Should I tell everyone about how you were baaaad today?

KILROY: I was...? You're not talking about....

MOMMA: Kilroy gave a kitty toy to Leah, just so she would get in trouble.

KILROY: I...uh...I was just trying to make friends with the stoopid mutt! Really! It's not like I gloat every time I give her something she's not s'posed to have... at least, I do my best not to let you see me gloat...

MOMMA: Leah could've choked on it! So, anyway, I gave Kilroy a light spanking.

KILROY: Aw...AW MOM! DON'T TELL PEOPLE THAT!! My gurlfriend reads this blog...

MOMMA: I smacked him gently above his tail and told him he was a bad boy for trying to get poor Miss Leah in trouble. He seemed taken aback at first, so I felt very bad. Then, when he saw that he could milk me for sympathy, he gave me such sad eyes and looked at me with his Abandoned Kitty Face for the rest of the night.

KILROY: *sighs and gives a dirty look*

MOMMA: Oh, he never acted angry. He was always inviting me to pick him up. He knows I'm a sucker for the Abandoned Kitty Face.

KILROY: Don't tell others about it!! I can't use it on them now.

MOMMA: But that's okay, you don't need to! You're such a big brave mancat, right?

KILROY: *puffs up his chest* Yeah. Dat's right!

MOMMA: Before I met your daddy three years ago, you really protected me!

KILROY: There was that one jerk boyfriend of yours I didn't like, so I jumped on a sensitive part and dug every claw and fanger I could into his skin! And then whenever you had a visitor I didn't like, I climbed up to the highest shelf and would launch myself at them. Or, or, if you tried to watch a movie with someone, I would play with my LOUDEST TOYS EVAR.

MOMMA: Hmmm... now that I remember, you never attacked any of my attractive female friends. In fact, your face would light up when they'd yell or squeal (in a nice way) about how cute you are. If anyone else did that, you'd either hide behind the bed or bite them.

KILROY: I like purty girls. Tee-hee. *gulp* But, uh, none's purtier than Miss Tessles! *ahem* Anyway, what was your Rhetorical Question of the Week?

MOMMA: I forget. I think it had something to do with my mom being nuts.

KILROY: I've heard all mommehs are nuts. *wink wink*

MOMMA: Yeah, I've heard that t- HEY!

KILROY: Can't hide from the truth, woman! You CRAZY woman!

MOMMA: Do you want bedtime treats tonight?

KILROY: ...you byootiful, sweet, smart and only slightly insane woman!

MOMMA: That's better.

Comments Problems

Hai everycat,

I've recieved a few e-mails from visitors who are having trouble posting comments. Blogger sez:

"If you have a customized template or have inserted some 3rd party code into your template, your embedded comment form may not appear as normal."

Please e-mail me at evergreen.undefined@gmail.com if you keep having this problem. You guys are important to us and we want to make sure that you can have your say. We will change our blog layout again if that's what it takes!

Fanks,
Kilroy & Family

Adopting for the Holidays

Iams has started a campaign called "Home 4 the Holidays" (check the image on the left) in which they'd like to encourage those who are considering getting a pet around the Holiday season to choose one from a shelter rather than a pet store. Between Oct. 1, 2008 and Jan. 5, 2009, their goal is to find forever homes for 1 million pets across the U.S. Since this program began in 1999, Iams Home for the Holidays has helped place more than 2 million pets into happy homes.

Here's a video of their spokes-celeb Felicity Huffman and her beautiful adopted dog, Tucker.

If that link doesn't work, you can watch the video here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pgw03ORaPng

Here's a link to the original shelter that inspired the whole campaign: http://animalcenter.org/
And here's a link that will let you know how to find participating shelters and pet rescue organizations near you near you!:http://www.animalcenter.org/home4theholidays/

You can also go to this link and order a FREE DVD with fun games, quick tips, and more from Animal Planet.

You can also check out media coverage for InStyle Magazine, People Magazine, and AP Photos.

PERSONAL GOAL: And here's our personal goal: We're going to try to get Gramma to adopt one of these aminals for the holiday season! She's looking for a young-ish female poodle mix (because that's like her last dog who she was so attached to), so we're keeping our eyes peeled. And it doesn't even have to be a poodle mix, just a small, kinda floofy dog.

Macy Milestone

Hai everycat! I reached a milestone!

My beans aren't really sure what my life was like 'afore they gots me, but they know it made me a really cranky, hurt kitty. Mommy's been givin' me love therapy (and Daddy helps too) and I've been coming around.

First milestone, I stopped drawing blood whenever anyone petted me.

Second milestone, I would give mommy head-bumpies and let her kiss me without fear of retaliation.

Third milestone, I was then able to snuzzle with mommy.

And for this fourth milestone, I climbed into mommy's lap! She was so impressed!

But Kilroy got jealous. He came over and tried to snuzzle with mommy too.

So I said, "DIS IS MY MOMMA TIME!" and sat up and went WHAP WHAP WHAP with my fuzzy paws at Kilroy. He started to fight back - and momma thought she had a full-scale war about to start on her lap!

But Mr. Grey Butt ran away. Ha ha, Grey Butt, I gots momma.

And then I got all skittish, so I ran away too.

New Blogifying

Hey everycat!

Please excuse my blog as my mommah changes it. Woman just doesn't want it plain anymore. And then I'll be visiting alla you much more!

-Killers

Spooktacular!

Kilroy: So.... just imagine... you're walkin' through the pumkin patch on a cool fall evening. You're trying to find just the right pumkin to... uh... do whatever you hoomans do with pumkins.
When alluva sudden.....

BOO!!!!

A big, cranky, grey love beastie jumps out at you from between the pumpkins!!

You would scream in surprise: ARRRRRGH!!!

Mommeh: And then the screaming would scare the big grey chicken and he'd go hide under a bale of hay.

Kilroy: Hey! I would not!

Mommeh: And then once that was all over with, he'd just lounge on pumkins.

Kilroy: Oh yeah! It's not like they're good for anything else.... are they? Or... are these the things you use for making scary lit-up faces?

...cuz I hate those. They scary.

Thank you, Zoolatry cats, for such a great image!

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Hey momma... wanna touch the belleh? i swearz there be no bitin'...really!

Award!

Here is an award from the talented miss Karen Jo over at Kitty Limericks gave us an award!

The rules be:

1) Put the logo on your blog.

2) Add a link to the person who awarded you.

3) Nominate at least 7 other blogs.

4) Add links to those blogs on yours.

5) Leave a message for your nominees on their blogs.

Hmmm, so many kitties to nominominate. Wait, "nom"inate? Does that mean I wanna eat 'em????

Whew, mommy says it doesn't mean that at all. So if you nominate a bird or hamster, it doesn't necessarily mean you automatically get to eat them.

Soooo many kitties has this award. So I would like to say....take this award if you don't have it! I happily give it to you for reading my blog and being such awesome kitties and peoples!

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Here I is, stalking the stinky Macy thing.

Macy's Byooty Korner

Hello everycat and welcomes to Macy's Byooty Korner! For this blogisode, we be discussing "How to Get your Beans' Attenshun."

Of course, we kitties knows that looking byootiful is a good way to get the beans' attenshuns, but there's more to it than just bein' cute!

Step 1: Be sure to grooms yourself regularly. If you be stinky, the beans will give you a BATH and that's the BAD kind of attenshun. Kilroy calls me stinky, but I prefers the term "aromatic." You see, I clean a LOT, despite what he says. If you are like me and have a lots of FLOOF, you unnerstand how much effort it takes to be byootiful!

Step 2: Posishun yourself where your beans will find you, but don't let them know that you planned it that way! When they ask things like, "Oh, Macy! What are you doing in my clothes drawer?", it's best to casually yawn and stretch as if to say, "Oh, I'm in your clothes drawer? Hmm, wonder how I got here. Oh well, you might as well gives me lufs now that I'm here!"

Step 3: Every now and then, you gotta show your beans just HOW cute you can get. The belleh is a good place to start, cuz beans just can't resist bellehs (I don't know why). *Sigh* As much as it pains me to do so, I must admits that I learned this move from Kilroy. You turn over onto your back, push your paws into the air and say, "Hey mommeh... LOOK AT MAH BELLEH!"

And then mommy becomes a mess of baby words. It's up to you to decide whether you would like to take those belleh rubs as attenshun or if you'd like to yootilize that opportunity to give the bitey to your bean's hand. I like to mix it up and keep my hooman on her toes - she never knows if I'm gonna bite or not!



Step 4: If none of that works (and your litterbox just happens to prong you in the butt), then pee everywhere. Your hoomans will definitely give you attenshun then.




On a last note, NEVER EVER let your beans be the boss. It be necessary to be firm with them because they has to be trained properly. It can take from a few weeks to a few years to break a hooman in, so remember to be gentle but firm! Mess with their minds, jump on their heads, scratch their sofas, and in no time you'll has good hooman servants to give plenties of attenshun.

I too sexah for my blog. Too sexah for my blog.

Momma had a photo shoot setup on daddy's desk (the one with all the crap in the windows, heehee) cuz she was taking pictures for their experimental eBay store. I loooove photo shoot setups (I always gotta crash 'em) and sat on the nice white cloth until mommy realized I was posing.

Here I is with my dreamy-eyed "looking into the distance" pose. I didn't even flinch when the flashy box hit me with its bright light.

And here's my "I'm looking at something interesting pose."

Oh my, I can pose almost as good as Daisy!

And finally, here's a side pose. Mommy likes this side view cuz it shows my muscular jowels (which my woman mistakenly refers to as "chubby cheeks," pfah!) and my long nose.

I hope Tesla likes these!

We accepted the dare (oh mommy don't do this)

We are accepting the dare #4 from The Cat Realm (even though I told momma that she has a stoopid idea). So many kitties have such insightful posts about how they're helping the environment, from cutting up plastic rings to recycling garbage to not using disposable grocery bags.

Those ideas are great, and my beans are doing all that too. However, momma didn't want to copy anyone else's idea so she thought I should tell you all about... (oh mommy, please don't make me do this...)... how we're recycling... lawnmowers.

Yup. Lawnmowers. (Mommy, dis is so stoopid)

Mommy's crazy mean gramma is deciding to get rid of lotsa junk, so she demanded that my beans take some ancient lawnmowers off her hands.

So instead of trashing them, they're going to try to find new forever homes for them. Just like those of us who are recycled cats. I'm not a recycled pet cuz I'm a ditch cat that mommy was blessed to find as a very wee baby kitten. But the other aminals here are recycled pets who've found their forever home here.

P.S. Mommah put the lawnmowers up for grabs on Craigslist and titled each "Grandma's push mower" and "Grandma's riding mower". Mom thought she was being ironically funny. Now a buncha dorks are writing in with condescending comments like they think mom is 12 or something. Real smart, ma.

P.P.S. Oh crow! It's MEOW LIKE A PIRATE DAY! So I say... Meyarrr!!

Thankful Thursday

I would like to first begin this post with a moment of love for Daisy and her family because of their recent loss. I meant to post this sooner.

For Thankful Thursday, I would like to blog about how Thankful I am that mommy got rid of that fashion disaster condo I USED to have and revamped it into something even better!
She bought an AWESOME carpetted kitty play thing (that thing in the corner) for $75 off Craigslist! What a deal! This thing is huge and we were all over it the moment she brought it home. Although it's got casters on it, she put it on a shelf so we'd have a better view point. It looks better in real life than it does in these pictures, cuz it actually fits into the room nicely.

Here's a side view. Our old floors look so messy, even though mommy cleans them everyday. We'll replace them someday. Anyway, you can see how my stuff (and Macy's stuff, ugh) is hidden underneath!

Both litterboxes are hidden, too. This has helped to control the smell and to keep the woofies out of them. Stoopid woofies.

However, she did put my water fountain on the ground (You can barely see it in either picture). Sometimes those stoopid woofies like to drink outta that, and then I gets woofie slobber in my water! Ew, momma, how could you? The Macy slobber was bad enough!