Happy Boxing Day!

OK. Now this is a holiday I can get into. This means I can go around thwapping all the Brats, right? What? No? Then why the heck is it called "Boxing Day?" Doesn't that mean I can box all day long? Bah. You humans take all the fun out of everything.

Well, I would post a picture of me enjoying my new heated fuzzy bed but of course all the Maine Coons decided to claim it first. The Mom has a couple of pictures of Frankie and Bailey on it but I'm not going to post those 'cause the bed was supposed to be for me. MINE!!! Double bah.

Merry Kissymas!

Bah. It sounds more fun than Merry Christmas. Just wanted to wish everybody a very Happy Christmas (or Happy Kissymas). I'm going to enjoy the heated bed the Mom and Dad got me and all the catnip too.

Wacky Wednesday...

...aka Fried Monkee Butt Part II

I don't know what it is with Monkee and frying pans but here he is again. This time he's lounging in the large frying pan. He is one weird cat.



Speaking of weird, the Mom is really going over the edge. As she puts it, she's so fried she's "toasty." There's only a week and a half of school left and she's got a huge pile of tests and papers to grade and she's starting to act all silly and stuff. Supposedly stress does that to humans. Personally, I think she should just take a nap since I find that's the best way to avoid stress.

Google, Wikipedia, and Blogger

I was trolling some of the blogs earlier and I saw that Max had "Googled" himself. So I figured, "ah what the heck" and I "Googled" myself. First I did "Ayla the Grump" and I was all over the front page, which was pretty cool. Then, I did just "Ayla" and I'm stuck on the second page. It's top of the second page, but it's still the second page. Bah. I mean, I realize that I was named after a character in a book, but I'm real. Thus, I should be more important.

One of the things I did notice was that there was a Wikipedia entry for Ayla. Of course, I had to read it. Now, as you know, the Mom is a professor and she's always telling her students to never use Wikipedia as a source because it can be constantly edited and people can write any sort of poop that they want to. Well, now I know why:

It is also indirectly related to the English word aura which has its etymological roots in Greek and Hebrew languages. In ancient Hebrew, the word aur, meaning "illumination", but also "radiance," "happiness" and "joy,"...

"Radiance?" "Happiness?" "Joy?" Ya right. They definitely aren't talking about me.

So anyways, I'd figure I'd share this little tidbit with you all when I noticed that there's a new version of Blogger to be had. Since I try to be a very technically savvy kitty, I figured I would try it. Since when did Google take over Blogger? I had to create a Google account and do all this pain in the tush stuff to get the new Blogger. What's that all about? All I know is if this makes Blogger any more annoying than it already is, I may have to create my own webpage. Bah.

New House Pics

The Mom and Dad went to inspect the new house today. They had to hire some guy to walk around it and make sure it wasn't falling apart or anything like that. The Mom was really excited when she got home so I'm assuming it went well. She did tell me that the heating system did work really well which is what's important to me. Then again, with my luck, the Dad will keep the new place as cold as the old one. Bah.

Anywho...the Mom gave me some pictures to share with you all.


The front of the house


This is the dining room on the left. The stairs go up to the loft and the bedrooms, and go down to the living room


Fireplace in the living room. I'll be curling up near there a lot


And the Mom said she'll set up a nice spot for me in this closet. At least I get my own closet. Hopefully the Brats will stay out of it, but that's probably just wishful thinking.

What I Want for Christmas

This:



The Brats, trapped underneath the laundry basket, each and every day.

Turn Up the Darn Heat Already!

OK...I know you were wearing shorts last week and that this has been an unusually warm Fall, but it's over now. It's cold outside and it's cold inside. I mean look at this:



Fizzy was so cold that she wrapped herself in the Mom's blanket on top of the big Sleepie Spot to get warm. Isn't that enough proof? Do you need icicles to form on our noses before you turn up the darn heat? We're freezing here and we have fur!

I'm not yelling at the Mom about this either 'cause I know she's cold too. She's always bundled up as well. It's the Dad who is the bane of our existence right now. That human is always hot and he's always opening the windows. Maybe I need to poop on his pillow to get the point across.

We'll Miss You Kosho

I just found out that my cousin Kosho crossed the Rainbow Bridge last weekend. I never knew him but he came from the same original family that Moose, Frankie, and Moto came from. My uncle Marty adopted Kosho and Moto and then moved away to Providence so I never really got to know him, but if he's anything like the other cats he lived with, he was a very special cat.

The Mom is really upset about his passing. Supposedly he was very sick but the V-E-Ts couldn't figure out what was wrong with him. He just got sicker and sicker until his little body couldn't take it any more. It's nice to know that he's ok now and can run around playing with bugs and eating endless amounts of Stinky Goodness.

We love you Kosho.