We are grounded!

Mom won't upload any pictures or finish our updates until later this week because we are grounded. Mom and Dad say we were naughty but we don't see it that way. You see, Saturday we got lots and lots of rain and the basement flooded. Weird plumbing guys were here with hoses and tubes and made noise. Then, Mom, Dad and the screaming one left for a wedding reception. They just left us home with a wet basement. Mom and Dad came home late, it was 11 PM and it was passed our bed time. When they pulled in the driveway they saw two glowing eyes which belong to me, Patches. I hissed and growled at them and ran away. Then they saw Nemo hiding in a bush. Of course they go scoop him up and he is too dumb to run. Mom follows me around on my adventure and I finally let her catch me. My paws were getting wet and muddy. We had escaped by pushing a screen out. Mom figures that there must be another cat out there. We see it from time to time using the garden for a litter box. We just wanted to check out this big litter box ourselves. Needless to say, they were not happy to come home to us after a long day. Nemo also has something to say.

Hi guyz, I's gonna go to vet this morning. I haf to haf my teef cleand. I neber done this before. My gums are all red and I los a toof not too long ago. I'm ascaired about it for sure. The vet man seyz I may lose more teef at the cleanin. I will let you know I made it out alive when I get my bearings and get home.

The cats are back in town!

I, Patches, just want to say that I am greatly displeased at not getting to blog for a squillion years. Don't worry, I am getting my revenge. Want to know how? I have been peeing on things. A pile of clean Owen clothes-pee. Oh you left a towel on the bathroom floor-pee. Look at that, a plastic bag full of stuff from the store-what a great place to pee. Nemo's bed-double pee. The people I have who are terrible to me thought maybe something was wrong. I do poop and pee in the litter box. I only will use one of the litter boxes and if Nemo drops a bomb, I refuse to use it. Nemo of course makes his rounds to all of the litter boxes. I'm still not sold on this corn litter business either but they keep at it. But I was hissing mad and I make sure they know. We are going to do an update of sorts on the months we have been missing. So much has gone on in our house. We even got a different house. I hope people will remember us and come back. We miss our cat friends. We did a post in January, a single crummy post. I will have to find something to pee on just thinking about it. Here is our January summary.

Here is what the brat Owen looked like in January. He even has food on his face. He should clean his face better.The beginning of January, the people who must not be named started talking about buying a house. We have moved twice before and we don't like it at all. Nemo thought if they couldn't find him, they wouldn't move. Too bad he can't go five minutes without wanting food or dropping bombs or this plan might have worked.
Here we both are. Nemo is depressed because he continues to have his bloods stolen every few weeks. Here I am, trying to see if I can pee on this chair no doubt. This is about as close as we get to one another. If I would have known he was there, I would have bopped him.

In other January news, Owen took swim classes so the people were very busy. There were also a lot of sick days which meant a lot of snuggling on the bed. We like those days. Owen had lots of ear infections which meant a lot of doctors and a lot of screaming. Nemo's blood sugars were all over the place and there was discussion of him having to go into the vet all night. We are leveled off, we will explain that later though. Check back for February updates. I'd like to say there are more pictures of us but that Owen thing hogs the camera and chases us now so photography is getting a bit difficult.

We are coming back!

Mom feels real bad about not blogging for so long. But guess what cats. We are coming back. We have lots to tell you about lots of stuff. Stay tuned this weekend for a brand new post with pictures.

We're not gunna take it

Rrrrrrrrr, we don't get on the interwebz vurrry much any moar because this baby is always chasing us around! I got a whiff of fresh air the other day and I've been purrrrring as loud as I can but mom and dad won't take me outside. Noaw they saz it's the white stuf out again..... Betus Brother got to go out in the sun but I didn't. That makes me mrowing mad. Mom and Dad are real stressed out because of something about closings getting moved because of underpants. They say as soom as the bank finishes the loan through underpants we can close the door and move into our new house. Dad promised to concoct some patchacat grazing enclosure for me. Time to go bup Betus cat in the face for getting to go out in teh sum.

Where does the time go?!?

This is Patches and Nemo's mom. I just wanted everyone to know that we are still alive and haven't froze our tails off in Iowa. The cats are being pains in the butt tonight so I told them I was going to do a quick blog post. They have their secret paws photos to show off soon. We are still working on getting Nemo's diabetes regulated but I will let him tell you about that in a few days. We will try to get here more regularly. Patches is getting grumpy that she hasn't blogged in forever. We will return when mom has energy to organize photos. Hopefully this week or weekend.

Christmas Photos!

Hi everyone. Nemo has been hogging the blog lately with all his diabetus talk so I thought it was my turn. Mom and Dad had lots of leaking eyes for a few days and lots of time on the computer looking stuff up and then some complaining about monies. Now, they are working on our diet and hoping we can get this under control. We are so thankful for this community of cats and love all the purrs and thoughts for us. We are looking at the bright side. Nemo doesn't even notice the shots, but hates the eye drops he has for his icky eye. Mom tried to do a Christmas photo shoot with us today. Nemo is the only one that ever cooperates though.

Nroooooooooo

Mrooow. I'm having a turrrible murning. I've lost a lot of weight ovur the past couple of months. My peoples are always telling me I need to loose weeght so then when I did they were all worried. Mruh eye is all goopy from consumptioniveris I get errry year so dad took me in to the vet. The doktor poked at me and prodded me and rubbed my eyes. He says 3rd year in a row I have consumptioniveris.

I thought I was done but then he took muh bloods and went away fer an awful long time. After sooo long he come back wif needles and bottles and tell dad that I has diabetus.

Then the doktor wanted dad to give me my furst shot. Dad doesn't like the needles, something to du with botched needles during foot surgury. Dad sucked it up and gaf me my shot. I have to get 2 shots a day now to make me healthy. Dad and doktor talked for a long tyme about the diabetus.

Then dad, took me to the front office and talked some numburs with the lady at the desk. Dad made a loud sigh when he handed over his debit kard. Dad says I'm luky he loves me over his poketbook. I told him Mrow Mrow Mrow (treat me now for taking me to the doktor).

Dad says everything will be fine now that I am on this medafunk.