a public service announcement

this is a message for other cats out there who feel like their humans just don't understand. occasionally, felines suffer from kitty bi-polar disorder.

sometimes us cats feel relaxed, mellow and happy, like this:

namaste

but a moment later, we feel, well....like this:

F%#* EVERYONE!

and we just want our humans to understand. kitties unite for bi-po feline awareness!

kibbles n kisses,
carl

Busted

What?

We wasn't doing' nothin'.
Just, you know, sitting here, not tickling each other. Why are you still looking at us? Why are you tilting your heads and looking like all suspiciousish?

leave us the eff alone now, k?

let us get back to doing..... um... nothing. yeah, that's what we were up to. nothing.

kibbles n kisses

carl and edgar

Rue Ha Ha

The humans ordered some designer goodies from Rue La La and can you believe those bitches didn't get anything for me? WTF?! Not a single thing. I guess the cardboard receptacle in which their shit arrived will have to do. Although the bubble wrap is making my baby's butt of a rear end start to chafe...

kibbles n kisses,

edgar

we is alive, kinda

even though you probably think the humans got rid of us after our wild party, you is wrong. kinda.

they were pretty pissed. we got punished for a while and therefore our access to the net was nonexistent.

but fear not! we back. we also had a lot of time to ourselves to think and to plan our super cute totally hot new years eve outfits and can't wait to share. and....is anyone else as excited as we are about the christmas decor? we have been also super busy with our schedules of knocking down the tree at 12pm, 3pm and 6pm and playing with jingle bells from 2am to 4am, then eating tinsel between those times. what a hectic life we lead.

meowy christmas! please comment with some links to your new years eve outfits so we can be super duper sure that we don't have the same thing on. omg how embarrassing would that be?

kibbles n kisses,
carl and edgar
the elves

wearing my fat pants

peeps always talk about putting on fat pants or something for this thanksgiving thats coming up not soon enough. lucky me---i don't got no pants. not for thanksgiving. not for never.

i am hungry, though and can't wait for the turkey.... except oh wait---the humans are leaving us again and there won't be any turkey here. i guess i'll have to smell edgar all day long to pass the time...

or i could eat edgar. i think he would taste like tootsie pops mixed with grilled halibut. what do you think he'd taste like? 

leave me some comments and then if i do end up eating him, i will let you know if you were right with your predictions.

kibbles n kisses

carl

purr party at our place

the humans have left us....so they can go cheer on some tigers or something. just when we thought we was the only felines in their lives, they ditch us for a bunch of striped jungle monsters. to drown these sorrows, we is having a big fuzzy party so come over and BYOL (bring your own litter).

hope you cool cats don't have curfews!

kibbles n kisses
edgar and carl
the hosts with the mosts

payback's a witch, carl

wtf! that insane photo my ex-bestie, carl, posted....what was that? let me make my rebuttal (hehe i said butt)
firstly, i was young and stupid (and cute)
B: the dumb humans thought i was girl

although i think it could be a fun and creative hobby, i was NOT cross-dressing. i was simply a victim of gender confusion by estupido (that's spanish for stupid) humans. my gingerly features and sweet disposition make it kind of understandable that i could be mistaken for a little lady. but i am not. i am boy.

and to retaliate, this one's for you, carl, you big fat jerk:

so what if my gender was a little questionable? your species is HIGHLY questionable, you freak.

kibbles n kisses

edgar,

male, age 3