Manic Man-Cat Monday with Finn

Hi, everybody - it's me, Finn.  Mom said to post this picture for her today because the way I look in this picture is the way she FEELS!

I don't really get it, but sometimes Mom gets really mad when I don't do what she says. (Also, I have seen her look like this once or twice, and it's never a good idea to argue with her at times like that. Now when I look like this it's a different story ... it just means I'm trying really hard to catch that feather at the end of the long pole!)

Happy Monday, everyone! 

Man-cat Monday Mandate with Finn

Hi, everyone ... it's me, Finn.  I talked to Tucker and he said that I could have today's post.  Normally Tanner takes the Monday posts, because he says that I'm still a baby and not really a man-cat yet.  But here's the thing.  I'll be two years old in just a few months and I think it's time I started laying down some Mandates of my own. 

Here's my first one ...

Mom, you WILL tickle my belly RIGHT NOW! 

ManCat Mandate - all ManCats join in!

TGIF, Friends!  It's me, Tanner - your resident hunk of a tabby ManCat.  And I'm, frankly, just about sick of all these RULES and OPINIONS and the like.  All the Meezers out there in Blog Land have RULES.  And now Olivia has her OPINIONS.  Not that she hasn't always had them, but now she is going to blog about them, too?!!!!!!!!!!!!!   Kittehs, (and dogs), this has got to stop!  Or, at the very least, I need to get in on the action, at least occasionally.

So today, I am putting my paw down.  Today, I have decreed, it is time for a ManCat Mandate.  I urge all you manly ManCats out there to do the same.  MY manly ManCat Mandate for today is:

It doesn't matter if a certain calico diva thinks that Mom's special warm blankie should be hers because the cat on it looks sort of like her.  If I am lying on it getting warm, it is MINE!!!!!!!!!   And if you want to take it from me ... you will have to pry it from my cold, lifeless paws.  So bhwaaahaaa!

Just because I'm not looking directly at you, don't think I don't SEE you.  I will SHARE the blanket if I must, but I will NOT be moved!

Missed Man-Cat Monday!

Hi, everybody, it's me, Tanner.  And as the only man-cat in this house, tonight's post should have been mine.  But then Tucker wanted to take the Pet Blogger Challenge, and then decided that he was too busy tearing around the house with Phoebe to actually sit down and do it, so he told Mom that she could.  So she started to.  But then ... Mom got a call from Aunt K. that she had to go to the ER (which I think is sort of like a fix it place for sick people) because she had been in her car just minding her own business when someone came along and hit her and gave her a big ouch in her neck and her back.  So she had to go to the people fix it place where the big vans with the flashy lights and the loud sirens are always on their way to.  I don't like those flashy vans ... they scare me.  Perhaps, kittehs, as a manly man-cat I ought not admit that, but that is the truth, and Mom says it's always best to be honest.  

So anyway, off Mom went, mid challenge post, to meet Aunt K. in the ER and make sure she was ok.  And then ... and then ... and then ... you will just not believe this!  They gave her a CAT scan!  Kittehs, I just cannot fathom the meaning of this?  When we cats go to the fix it place, they don't give us PEOPLE scans!  So what were they doing to poor Aunt K.?  Certainly they didn't think that she was hiding a cat inside her?  I just don't know, kittehs ... I just don't know. What I do know is that  they gave her not one ... not two ... but three shots ... which they said were supposed to make her feel better, but which she said so far has given her nothing but a pain in the ... er ... bottom.  (There was another word I was thinking of which was fewer letters, but which I would get in trouble with Mom for saying.  But I will just leave it to your imagination, and that way I'll be in the clear ... I think.)

After a long wait, the people fix it guy came back and said that the CAT scans were clear.  Well, kittehs, I could have told him that!  Aunt K. likes cats ... and she is certainly not the type to eat a cat or even accidentally swallow one, and even if that were the case, wouldn't she then have a tummy ache rather than a back and neck ache?  I don't see why those people fix it guys get as many green papers as they do ... because they seem sort of dim to me.  Anyway, now tomorrow she has to have an MRI ... and what that is, I have no idea.  But hopefully it will be clear, too, and Aunt K. will soon be feeling better.  So if you would, send some purrs her way.

Guess that's it for tonight ... it is late and Mom says we need to get to bed.  But Mom did say I could post these two pictures first ... just because.

Here is a picture of all three of us cats in a row ... getting all of us together in one spot long enough to take a picture is not easy, because Olivia is prone to me-yowling if either one of us boys even so much as breathes in her general direction.  So even though the picture isn't great, I still thought you might like to see it.

And here's me relaxing with Phoebe.  Of my two sisters, she is DEFINITELY the more easygoing of the two.  She never me-yowls at me.  (Well, maybe because she can't, but even if she could, I don't think she would.  I love her.)

Man-Cat Monday with Tanner ...

Hey, everybody!  Tucker's mom here again!  (I promise that I'll keep my posts to a minimum, since the "kids" seem to be doing such a good job of blogging on their own!)

Anyway, since Man-Cat Monday seems to be a pretty universal theme here in blog-land, I thought I'd share a few recent snaps and a brief bio of MY main man-cat, Tanner!  Tanner is a four year old domestic shorthair who's been with me since six weeks of age (like his adopted feline siblings, he was also a feral kitten, and the only one of the three who still had his mother by the time he was trapped).  I'd never had a male cat before Tanner, and I'd always heard all the talk from friends who'd had both genders about how amazingly sweet the boys were.  Frankly, I didn't much believe it.  All my girl kitties had been plenty sweet, and certainly Olivia, though she did have some Diva-ish tendencies, was no exception to this.  But NOTHING could have prepared me for Tanner! 

When I trapped him it was with the intent to find him a loving home, but within about 24 hours, I was completely smitten with the little guy, and when a cat-loving friend whom I'd enlisted to help me find a home for him called to say she'd found the perfect one, I had to turn her down.  I just couldn't imagine letting him go.  Now, four years later, I love him even more than I did then, and with the exception of having a penchant for playing a bit rougher than his sister The Diva appreciates, he seems to only get sweeter with each passing day.  He has the softest, most gentle expression in his eyes, the most adorable freckles on his nose, and the sweetest, quietest little meow I've ever heard.  (Lest you get the idea, though, that he's not tough enough to be man-cat material, let me also just say that he is not all sweetness and light.  He does, for example, have a habit of enforcing a strict mealtime schedule, and if breakfast has not been served by 6:30 am at the latest, I can count on the first thing I see in the morning being one of his front paws as he attempts to peel back my eyelid with his foot to encourage me to rise, greet the day, and get breakfast in front of him!) 

Suffice it to say, I love this guy a lot, but though I'm sure I could ramble on for many more paragraphs, if not pages, I'll end here and just get the pictures put up!

See - I'm a really tough man-cat!  Look at my teeth!

And see my fancy stripes ...

This is my "lion pose" ...

And this is my No-Nonsense "I am the Man-Cat of this house!" look ...

Excuse me - something behind me has caught my attention ...

And now I must give my manly stripes a quick washing ...

Observe my noble, and oh-so-manly profile ...



Just kidding ... I'm really just a (sweet, loveable) pussycat!  Shh ... don't tell! (And also don't tell a certain Meezer that I have a super duper secret crush on her!  OK?)



Happy Man-Cat Monday, everybody!