Monday, March 30, 2009

We're back....

Wasabi and I, in repose...

Very Victorian don't you think? ... Wasabi the debauched dilettante and Moi the delicate mademoiselle...

Uncle Mischa has doubts about the "delicate" part....

(side note: M-O-M put the camera down and pet me NOW!)

But seriously wouldn't he be great as the disapproving Uncle.... just look at that expression

The couch is ours... see we cover most of it...

Stretch....

You are getting my best side? Oh, silly me I don't have an unbest side...


And Wasabi from above "Oh puleeze... girlz... sheesh"

Hopefully we are back on track with the blog... WE had some serious family stuff and although there was lots of cuddling to be had... there wasn't much picture taking:(

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

It's spring... kinda...

Mom should not play with the computer...

she needs to love on me.... trust me says Wasabi

Boo I see you!

Of course a boy can stretch out better on the floor

Camera my way... pretty please...

Uncle Mischa just doesn't understand (or care) about face time... sigh.

Fox-o-batics...

a new olympic sport... perhaps?

My foxy...

eeekkk... he ignored my claws of doom..

Wasabi drops Mr. Foxy while seeking higher ground... points off... snicker

I calmly grade his scores...

Wasabi trying to distract me from a perfect performance... ha!


Really Mom... olympics... no... food, yes... now that is a sport... can I play?

Monday, March 2, 2009

February's over... tra-la, tra-la

Whomping on Mr. Foxy  with my deadly bite/rake combo...

Wasabi trying to decide if I have the cooler toy (snicker, of course I do)

Ahh, the aroma of coffee...

The taste of fresh brewed coffee...

Purrr, Yum... ( My interpretation of one of our Mom's in the morning)

Me looking beautiful...

Wasabi curled up in a Mom's coat...

Mom calls this the "Nap Suite"... as she found us all napping in different spots at the same time





Shhhh, the kitties is sleeping...


Two heads are better than one?

vaguely reminiscent of Dr. Dolittle's push me/pull me

I am of course the brains of the operations...


And Uncle Mischa slept though it all...( there was no food involved)