Happy New Decade!!!

Hey all you sexy things,

Just rang in the New Decade with Fuzzywiggle Furrypants and the other four leggers around here, as all the humans here are already snuggled under the covers.  Been quite a delightful one! Spent with people I love, yummy food (and not too much of it) and watching Canada’s Junior Hockey win in a very close game against the USA!  The last of which is exceedingly exciting to a snow and ice loving Canadian Gal!!!

Before I head off to snuggle under the covers myself with my first kiss of the New Decade, Miss Fuzzywiggle Furrpants Roo, I wanted to wish all of you a Happy New Decade!

Kisses,

Emme xoxo

PS The incredibly talented photographer who took the above photo is Robert Shaer.

FFR’s Wiley Weekly Word: Blogathon

They’re still at it those crazy two-leggers and will be for another 4 hours.  A few whiskers short if you ask me, but you do have to admire their perseverance.  Just could someone tell me why no one is blogging for a feline charity????

Cross-posted from hummingbird604

This week’s word:  Blogathon

Blogathon: A day that confirms the fact that two-leggers are far below the feline on the evolutionary ladder and really not all that bright.For some reason, these two-leggers spend an entire sunny summer Saturday blogging. One new post every half hour.

‘My two-legger often makes me meow in aspiration, but at least she was not as silly as Raul to join a blogathon and spend a sunny writing a new post every half hour. There is hope for her yet. Now a sleepathon with a cat nap in a new sunny spot every half hour I can totally understand. Also totally get a birdathon, where every half hour we swat a new bird out of the air, especially the little ones that humm incessantly.’

Enjoying myself today on a sleepathon, whilst the insane two-leggers run frazzled on their blogathon.

~FFR

FFR’s Wiley Weekly Word: Dalliance

A leisurely meow to all you cats out there. I do plan on writing great feline words of wisdom a little more frequently, but as a superior being you can’t possibly begin to understand the great pressures weighing on our time.  As of late, the least of which has been healing my two-legger from her spring time dalliance.  But why am I explaining this to you?   You’re just a mere two-legger and on that note, back to our tutelage…

So this week’s word:  Dalliance

Dalliance: The silly, totally frivolous and often trifling activities that two-leggers get up to in the Spring and Summer, most of the time with amorous intentions in mind.

‘My two-legger is usually quite an intelligent creature (well as far as two-leggers go), but when this involves dalliance I have to close my eyes and ears to avoid witnessing the disaster that ensues. Does she not understand as a female (the superior sex, of course) that she should lay back and let the male two-legger perform the dalliance? They do after all seem to enjoy the chase. And then she’d end up with less egg on her face when its all said and done.’

FFR

Kitty Memoires

This brings me fond memories of Fuzzywiggle Furrypants youth:

FFR’s Wiley Weekly Word: Abscond

Hello furless wonders,

Welcome to my new space.  Well mine, & I guess my human’s, new space.

I think we may have gotten off on the wrong foot on Sexy in Vancity, as I really am rather adorable.  I mean I am purrfect after all.  I just get a little cranky when Kittyn is around.  She has a tendency to stroke me the wrong way and make my hair stand up on end.  And the nerve to call herself ‘Kittyn’!!!  I mean really!  How can you possibly be so arrogant as to give yourself a name so fabulously feline when you’re a mere two-legger.

As far as two-leggers go, I have to admit I am rather fond of mine.  She’s not purrfect, like me, but then she’s not a cat. She can’t sit still for very long, forgets to serve me the bowls of icy cold milky stuff first, and has a tendency to go out gallivanting for ridiculously long stretches, as opposed to attending to all my needs, like a good human should.  She does, however, cuddle rather nicely, so I suppose I can overlook her short comings.

I am concerned about her writing as of late though.  She keeps writing about Vancouver events, radio shows and films and I really do find them to be rather a bore.  I am so much more worldly than that and I do want her to finish her book so that she keeps me well fed in the finest of feline cuisine along with the rather sumptuous tandoori chicken from the meat man down the road.  It is for these reasons that I feel that it is important for me to become her muse and start swatting her into action (I do, of course, mean literally). In this endeavor, I’m starting my own weekly column – Wiley Weekly Word.

This Week’s Word: Abscond

Abscond: To suddenly & secretly disappear, so as not to get caught. (ie. Think golden slobbering canine and an unwatched slab of meat)

‘My human tries to abscond with a bowl of icy cool milky stuff in the dead of night, but alas she lacks the prowess & stealth of the feline (rather she sounds a little like a clutsy elephant), so is none too secretive about her crime (because it is a crime to eat icy cool milky stuff without sharing it with the feline Goddess).’

FFR

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