I miss the feeling of little kitty pointy bits climbing up my leg trying to get to my shoulder to see what I am cooking for dinner. Now I just get a wet nose, nudge, or gentle pat on my calf. Unless I step on a tail.
And you were also glad to be wearing jeans when said kitties used their little pointy bits to use your legs as climbing posts to get to your shoulders, huh, SlaveToCat
I know just how you feel, it the same with me. I completely forget how my last two bebeh (adults now) killed my big potted palm tree by using it as a jungle gym and turned my new drapes into lace curtains by constantly chasing each other to the top!
Am I nuts that I would do it again in a New York minute?
Yeeeaahh. I’m with Theresa on this one. I live in Arizona. We have roving bands of wild pigs (javelina). I consider the cost of replanting my petunias, geraniums and rosemary to be reimbursed by their joy in eating said petunias, geraniums, and rosemary. The adults may be nearsighted attack-beasts-from-hell, but the babies are so painfully adorable that I wilt. Plus, they love resting under my orange tree, which also ruffles the feathers of the aforementioned neighbors . . .
PS: I love “Missy.” It sounds so retro. My SIL calls my niece “Missy” when she’s impertinent (frequently), and it cracks us all up, probably defeating her purpose.
I call Chloe “Missy” when she is a bit mischievous, e.g. when she has already eaten her allotted serving of crunchies (aka CRACK chez nous) and busts into the bag to eat more while the mom isn’t looking. Sometimes I also call her “you shameless hussy”.
And I’m such a total dork I didn’t even think of ‘puter screen, I’m picturing her climbing through the window. (The kind on the house, not on the ‘puter. Dang, they’re everywhere!) This is after a career working in “I.T.” on computer every single dang day. I guess I’ve been retired long enough. YAY
For me it is the ears at 9 and 3, the wee tiny nose, and the sweet liquid bluish eyes that still haven’t figured out that they are supposed to point in the same direction. And the To Do list that centers around meelks or naps…
CALICO!!!!!!!!!!
My sweet Princess Chloe Zoe Calico is grown up, but she is little enough that I can pretend she is a kitten, thank goodness.
Happy Mew Year to all our CO friends. I think it’s going to be a good one.
No, haven’t gotten it yet, but I’m still working on it. But just the fact that I’ve made the decision, am taking steps, and moving in the right direction, is making things better here. Thanks for asking.
You know, a little tiny specimen that has way too much attitude or something for its size. My tiny Mimi was a little stinker. This tiny tabby that comes to my window and screws with Dante is a little stinker.
Yes, Chloe is definitely a stinker by that definition. She is tiny compared to Eddy and Francesco, and when she moved in she immediately sat them down and said to them, “Now, see here, you boys. From now on you answer to me. Do I make myself understood?” and they started bowing and scraping and squealing “Yes, ma’am! Yes, ma’am!”
She is also smart enough to treat Skippy with respect and deference.
PLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEase don’t anyone say the one particular insipid phrase (*iscal *liff). which the news anchorpersons evidently feel must occur now every five words. That particular phrase now makes me retch Any other kinda cliff, okey dokey but the next time some hair-blown dry newsanchor
tosses off that phrase, I’m gonna MOIDARIZE ‘em.
How about ‘em? I don’t see ‘em anywhere. They must have fallen off the warming tray and rolled out the door or something HEY QUIT LOOKIN AT ME LIKE THAT!
*hands Sharpy a fine linen handkerchief, because one should always have a clean hanky just in case of stray bits of bacon or schmears of cream cheese lurking upon one’s countenance.
Stop!! I had bacon wrapped, gorgonzola stuffed dates recently. I wanted to marry them. But I thought that since my state (Arizona) clearly has issues with anything other than male/female marriages, they would certainly balk at female/foodstuff marriages.
Remember that a possibility exists thatcher Lurve might have turned out to be an Unrequited Lurve …..so the question of potential marriage would be moot if that had been tha case …
Don’t click on the link; it will harsh your cyute kittcatt buzz. Shall we CO’ers proclaim Dec 31st the Offishal Mew Year’s day, and bypass the awful litiginousness off-shore?
***SQUEEEEE**** tricolor calico bebbeh!!!!
Teensy cute pointy (ends/ bits) on the feetses!!!!s
*plop*
I miss the feeling of little kitty pointy bits climbing up my leg trying to get to my shoulder to see what I am cooking for dinner. Now I just get a wet nose, nudge, or gentle pat on my calf. Unless I step on a tail.
Had you considered providing menus, each morning, to each kittaye??
That’s a thought. If they don’t like the “plat du jour” I at least have a chance to run to the store and find something else before the fur flies.
And you were also glad to be wearing jeans when said kitties used their little pointy bits to use your legs as climbing posts to get to your shoulders, huh, SlaveToCat
What a cute little sweetie. Kittens are just so cute. Hugs and nose kisses
It’s when I see these little morsels that I want a bebeh kitteh!! *sigh* So cute!!
I know just how you feel, it the same with me. I completely forget how my last two bebeh (adults now) killed my big potted palm tree by using it as a jungle gym and turned my new drapes into lace curtains by constantly chasing each other to the top!
Am I nuts that I would do it again in a New York minute?
Yes.
And the problem with that would be?
Yeeeaahh. I’m with Theresa on this one. I live in Arizona. We have roving bands of wild pigs (javelina). I consider the cost of replanting my petunias, geraniums and rosemary to be reimbursed by their joy in eating said petunias, geraniums, and rosemary. The adults may be nearsighted attack-beasts-from-hell, but the babies are so painfully adorable that I wilt. Plus, they love resting under my orange tree, which also ruffles the feathers of the aforementioned neighbors . . .
Nope
You are like the rest of us who would just love to give baby kittehs lots and lots of love, Gigi 
Happy Mew Year! Weehee! Going to prepare a Mew Year Par-Tey for my four kittehs!
I wish I could join you and your four kittehs for your Mew Year Par-Tey, Joasia
*Crawls through screen, pops kitteh into mouf, exits through screen*
HAW!!
Here on CO, I’ve heard/ read many decriptions of reaching THROUGH the ‘puter screen, but this way of obtaining kitteh is new to me. WONDERFUL!!!
Not that I intend to try it or anything but, was that through the wifi connection or the USB 3.0 port?
It was STRAIGHT THROUGH THE DAMN MONITOR, ‘cos I’m hardcore that way!
*tosses head, scatters broken glass round the room*
*tee hee re SlavetoCat & different innernet connection-types!!!*
Just like Alice and the looking glass. Only that Alice was going away from the kitteh – Dinah was left behind.
Hold on there, Missy Alice Shortcake. You just spit that out right now. *stern look with crossed arms and tapping foot*
PS: I love “Missy.” It sounds so retro. My SIL calls my niece “Missy” when she’s impertinent (frequently), and it cracks us all up, probably defeating her purpose.
I call Chloe “Missy” when she is a bit mischievous, e.g. when she has already eaten her allotted serving of crunchies (aka CRACK chez nous) and busts into the bag to eat more while the mom isn’t looking. Sometimes I also call her “you shameless hussy”.
Oh crap I used the sh*me word. When will I ever learn? Is there leftover Indian food?
I still have some leftover layered bean dip that you’re welcome to…
Is it this kind?
http://www.npr.org/blogs/waitwait/2012/01/09/144902995/sandwich-monday-32-layer-bean-dip
ummm….. No. No. No.
cough*hairball*cough
*grabs bucket and puts pillow in bottom in case it’s teh kitty fighting back *
WOW. For the moment, I’m too impressed to wield my lorgnette.
I want to say that in a meeting at work. “I’m too impressed to wield my lorgnette.” Of course, first I will need to purchase a lorgnette.
Check Ebay.
And I’m such a total dork I didn’t even think of ‘puter screen, I’m picturing her climbing through the window. (The kind on the house, not on the ‘puter. Dang, they’re everywhere!) This is after a career working in “I.T.” on computer every single dang day. I guess I’ve been retired long enough. YAY
Kitteh is giving you a thigh five to welcome in the mew year.
Another touchdown for The Oak!
Awww…Happy Mew Year to you too! What is it about little kitties that makes them so dang precious?!?
For me it is the ears at 9 and 3, the wee tiny nose, and the sweet liquid bluish eyes that still haven’t figured out that they are supposed to point in the same direction. And the To Do list that centers around meelks or naps…
Yep .. all those things and the tiny tiny little purrs.
Color me smitten wid da kitten.
ooooooooooooooooooooo Rachael!! VEWWY NAHCE!!!
Rachael wins!!!
Awww…that little kitteh look is exactly what I needed this morning. Happy Mew Year leetle sweetie…and to all you lovely COers.
Once again, I’m late to the par-tee, since I took a couple days off, but just want to say Happy New Year to all you wonderful CO peeps!
Babee kitteee!! Squeee!!!
Happy New Year to you to ceejoe!
Happy New Year, ceejoe
Hi there
In Germany we call such cats “Glückskatze”. That means they are bringing good luck
Sooooo CUTE!
Hey it’s my first trip the the mod lounge in 2013! Not sure what I said, didn’t use any of the usual no no words. Oh well, what’s new on the menu?
Did you menshon the singer of “King of the Road”??
No but I did use he K word for making something ded, maybe I should of used REDRUM
Bebeh Kitteh McPointypaws sez, okeh, you picks me up now, pliz? & I sez right now!! Need a bebeh kitteh fix, pronto!
*I* need a bebeh kitteh fix PRONTO! Good thing I’m off work cos I seem to unable to tear myself away from this dahling!
“…seem to BE unable…” Teh qte is affectun my brain!
Me need …
CALICO!!!!!!!!!!
My sweet Princess Chloe Zoe Calico is grown up, but she is little enough that I can pretend she is a kitten, thank goodness.
Happy Mew Year to all our CO friends. I think it’s going to be a good one.
You have a little stinker? I love little stinkers.
Stinker?
All calicos have the stinker gene, also known as the feisty gene.
It’s because they’re really two cats trapped in one body.
Oh, well yes indeed. Calico=Feisty.
Hey ceejoe, I’ve been meaning to ask, did you get that new thing you were hoping for?
Isn’t it three cats?
No, haven’t gotten it yet, but I’m still working on it. But just the fact that I’ve made the decision, am taking steps, and moving in the right direction, is making things better here. Thanks for asking.
Cheers to you on that, ceejoe. You can be proud of yourself. I hope it eventually works out just the way you want it.
*YAY ceejoe*
Even though it’s a Double-oh-seven spy mission, I’ll still send you some pompoms and moral encouragement in wuddever ’tis !!!
Go for it, Ceejoe!
You know, a little tiny specimen that has way too much attitude or something for its size. My tiny Mimi was a little stinker. This tiny tabby that comes to my window and screws with Dante is a little stinker.
Did someone mention 007? Because you’ve come to the right place for Pussy Galore.
Please, please don’t send me to the moderation lounge ‘cos it’s dark in there and I’m askeered.
Ohnoooo, pussy is fine, but p*ppy is a big no-no. Figure that one out! [gives side eye to Sharpy]
PS: This tiny scrap gives every indication of being a little stinker.
Yes, Chloe is definitely a stinker by that definition. She is tiny compared to Eddy and Francesco, and when she moved in she immediately sat them down and said to them, “Now, see here, you boys. From now on you answer to me. Do I make myself understood?” and they started bowing and scraping and squealing “Yes, ma’am! Yes, ma’am!”
She is also smart enough to treat Skippy with respect and deference.
Little stinkers are the bestest, whether canine, feline or otherwise.
T I N E E T A B B E E E E E E E E *falls off cliff*
cliff hahahaha
PLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEase don’t anyone say the one particular insipid phrase (*iscal *liff). which the news anchorpersons evidently feel must occur now every five words. That particular phrase now makes me retch Any other kinda cliff, okey dokey but the next time some hair-blown dry newsanchor
tosses off that phrase, I’m gonna MOIDARIZE ‘em.
*coughs*
Jus’ sayin’.
HEEE!
Aww! Iz a teney taby zo cute, yez you iz, iz a goo goo claws … … *splat* … …
Yep.
Kitteh has Dune-blue eyes. Maybe he is the Mewadib of Arrakits!
FOR he IS the KITCATZ HADDOCKRACK!
roflmao
The spice must flow, baby.
LOL!
Paw-l Atreides
Catreides.
Zing! Keeper of the spice mewlange.
HAAAAAAA!!!
My brother is coming, with many Feline warriors!
House Catreides VS House Harkitten
To reiterate: HAW!
I can never forget in the David Lean “Dune,” little Alicia Witt (Alia) had a lisp, so she said “For he ITH the KWITHATTTH HADERACH!”
Snacks for the mod lounge? How about Bacon-wrapped, cream-cheese stuffed jalapenos?
How about ‘em? I don’t see ‘em anywhere. They must have fallen off the warming tray and rolled out the door or something HEY QUIT LOOKIN AT ME LIKE THAT!
*hands Sharpy a fine linen handkerchief, because one should always have a clean hanky just in case of stray bits of bacon or schmears of cream cheese lurking upon one’s countenance.
Oh gracious, thank you.
How about my teeth? Okay?
Just a wee bit of spinach….right there!
Stop!! I had bacon wrapped, gorgonzola stuffed dates recently. I wanted to marry them. But I thought that since my state (Arizona) clearly has issues with anything other than male/female marriages, they would certainly balk at female/foodstuff marriages.
I am FINALLY in the Mod Lounge!! Cocktails?? Tasty appetizers???
also Dash — in re marrying the gorgonzola?
Remember that a possibility exists thatcher Lurve might have turned out to be an Unrequited Lurve …..so the question of potential marriage would be moot if that had been tha case …
All of the hope for joy, wonder, and peace in 2013 is right there in that wee one’s eyes. Lovely <3
Holy mew-loney! Cailco crumb kitty! *splonk*
Splonk is my new favorite word.
Don’t click on the link; it will harsh your cyute kittcatt buzz. Shall we CO’ers proclaim Dec 31st the Offishal Mew Year’s day, and bypass the awful litiginousness off-shore?
He appears to have a ‘mini me’ in silhouette on his forehead. Complete with little kitty ears.
AWW
What a cutie 
I so want to cuddle and snorgle her 
Happy Mew Year, dear sweet little calico kitty 