Wordless Wednesday

Mancat Monday

The last time little Corywhippersnapper and I shared a post...most of you noticed that I was a tad bit bigger than my sweet sister.   I'm a big tough guy...pay no attention to the cat who looks a whole lot like me...um...sleeping on the comfy chair with the...uh fluffy white blankie...no sireeee...not me....uh...

oh....busted....

Ok, what can I say.   I'm a big ol' softie.  I wouldn't dream of setting a paw outdoors.  I had enough of that in my carousing days.  Yup, I'm just a big soft marshmallow.

Speaking of big.   Some of you wanted to know just how big.

16.6 pounds of pure beefy mancat!

With the most amazing fuzzy paws.

ManCat Monday

Hi there! I haven't been allowed to post too much because all of my pictures have looked the same. I pretty much have camped out on my cat tree in the corner window and I don't leave. Ever since I moved in back in February, it's been one adjustment after another. I'm just now realizing that the food isn't going away, and I'm really part of the family. They aren't just mistaking me for a larger and manlier version of little squirt Cory. I really do belong here. They really do love me. Wow.

I've been a little hard to manage at times. I admit that. I had to go to the v-e-t yesterday to finish up all my first shots...get all boostered up and all that. When they got me in the carrier I got really upset and had a wee bit of stress diarrhea. I hollered all the way to the v-e-t and hollered so loudly in the waiting room everyone wondered what was the matter with me. I must be injured or ill or something, right? Nope, just really hissed off. The v-e-t was really nice to me and let me hide under a towel while he gave me my shots. Then when I got home mom and dad tried to give me a bath. At that point I realized they must really love me. After that I decided to hang out in the hallway.

Pee Ess. I really am more than twice as big as Cory. The photo is not an optical illlusion. I am 18 pounds and she is a weensy 8 pounds.

Tabby Tattletale Tuesday

Here's what I'm thinking. My favorite show is on tonight and I'm planning on watching it with my mom. The show is the Biggest Loser. Trouble is, the cat who really should be watching it will be nowhere near the TV. That cat, who shall remain nameless for a few more seconds is having...issues with his weight. Now certainly I understand all that. I myself was homeless and hungry and I didn't understand that there would be food available tomorrow. So I proceeded to eat my way up to 16 pounds. With the help of watching Bob and Jillian and my sister Jonesie's gardening exercise plan I am now down to a very svelte 13.8 pounds. That's why I'm always rolling and exposing my belly. I'm proud of it.

So...it's time for Nigel to face the Biggest Loser scale. With the help of mom, he climbs on.....beep beep beep beep beep....whoa! 18.4 pounds! Uh Nigel, you are officially the heaviest cat we've ever weighed in on the family scale. Do you have anything to say? (deafening silence)

Thought so...