Introductions, updates, and more

It's been years since we've written on our blog and so much has happened to us.  Let's start with the introductions and then we'll move on to updates and more.

Hi I'm Brigid.  I was found in a dumpster several years ago.  The twolegs brought me home when I was so tiny, I only fit in one of their hands.  I bonded with Sassy right away.  She is kind of like my mom now.  We cuddle and groom each other, and she also plays with me.  Tiger didn't like me much, because he was old and stodgy.  All the twolegs love me and for some reason they think my chirpy purring is adorable.

Wordless Wednesday ~ We are also Sad cats

We completely agree. It's tough being a cat.

~Sassy, Tiger, and Brigid

Wordless Wednesday



Just cause we're sitting together doesn't mean we like each other.

Wordless Wednesday

What?!? Haven't you ever seen a cat in a sink before

Wordless Wednesday

Why do they do this to me?

Our poor sick human

She's sick again and we don't know what's wrong.  She's holding her head and staggers into our room and curls up on our bed.

Let me tell you twolegs just don't know how to curl up right.  It's much more comfy to have your head tucked in down by your butt.  And paws laid over your head.

We go to her, purring, rubbing, kneading, and licking; to try and give some comfort.  Tiger always gets the head.  He just lays one paw on her arm and snuggles in.  I don't know why, but I always get pushed away for putting my head near her face and purring loudly.  So I head down and curl up behind her knees.

I wish our human didn't get sick so often.  But in a way it's kind of nice.  The room is dark and quiet.  She keeps the door closed, so the smaller twolegs can't come in.  I like the quiet and special alone time we get with her.  We're the only ones she'll let get close to her when she's sick

We both know that it's our love and affection that make it all better.

~Sassy and Tiger

Freedom!

The twolegged people I live with have done it again.  For the past four days I've been trapped in a room with only Tiger for company.  All he wants to do is lay around on the bed, he won't even play with me.  The reason for my imprisonment, they brought in a dog.  Yup a smelly, stinky, barking dog.  They were "pet sitting" and afraid Tiger and I might be eaten or something.  My question is; if we were the ones in danger why did we have to be locked up?  I mean shouldn't the dangerous dog be locked up.

Finally they got rid of the dog last night.  I am Loving the freedom!

The whole house is like my own personal jungle gym.  Did you know if you run fast enough and jump high enough you can make it half way up a door frame.  It's exhilarating!  And let me tell you those twolegs have a really great couch set up.  I can jump on the back of one, jump to the next, run across it, jump to the third and then do a flying leap of the back.  What I don't get is why the twolegs keep looking at me like I'm crazy.  It's not like they ever get locked up.  And besides I'm a kitten and need to get a little energy out before I crash.

~Sassy