Happy, happy birthday, Nance!!!!
For those of you who asked where I got those adorable plates in yesterday’s Snackin’! Time! pictures, here’s a closeup of them:
I got them at Petsmart, quite some time ago. It just so happened that I had seven of them on hand. I don’t use them for snack time for the McMaos because it’s a huge pain to try to carry 7 plates at once, just used them the once so I could get some pictures of all of them in a row. These days I’m doing what I thought of last week: I mix up their snack (one can of kitten food, one jar of Gerber chicken and gravy baby food – they don’t need the baby food, but they like it, and I like to make them happy as I’m sure you’re shocked to hear) and then put seven blops of food around the edge of a regular sized (human) dinner plate, and that works out really well.
I need to get a picture of that, too, while I’m thinking of it!
Poor Maggie. She sure does put up with a lot from those bratty little brats.
“Hi Mama! ::thwap::”
“HI Mama! Make way!”
Note, please, that he’s standing ON her.
And now he’s biting her tail. She just lays there and puts up with it.
That look on her face epitomizes ::SIGH::, doesn’t it?
“HI MAMA! Hi!”
“You takin’ a nap? You takin’ a nap, huh, Mama? You gonna take a nap? You want me to take a nap with you? Huh, Mama, huh?”
“Lord help me from killing this mouthy little child.”
“Just a little bite on the side of his neck will make me feel so much better.”
“HOLD STILL, child, I’m gonna bite you.”
“No, Mama, noooooo! Mama! Hi Mama! Hi Mama, what you doin’?”
“Come on, guys, Mama’s drinking water! That means WE need to drink water, too!”
“Hi Mama, hi! Hi Mama!”
“MAMA! I said HI! HI Mama, can you HEAR me?”
“Mama, I smack you on the face! I smack you, Mama! Hi!”
“Mama, I’m hungry. Is it time to eat, Mama?”
Note that she’s holding Declan down with one paw while she bites Fergus Simon on the neck. She’s multi-talented!
Boy, someone’s a little crankypants and apparently missed her afternoon nap.
Miz Poo in the Poo Cave.
Previously
2010: Now they need to have a follow-up series, LOST: Life After the Island.
2009: “Go get the ladder, Joe. GO GET THE LADDER. I’m a portly cat. A jump from here would kill me!”
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: Goofy cats.
2005: Grackles are kind of evil-looking and have great big beaks and I’m sure their bite is far, far worse than their bark.
2004: I sure am MIGHTY FUCKING TIRED of going to the FUCKING doctor’s office all the damn time.
2003: No entry.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: No entry.
Oh you captured poor suffering Maggie with those rotten kids so well!!! And the look on her face!!
Those photos and captions of Maggie are hilarious! Great way to start off my day. Thanks!
I start off every day with a Thank-God-I’m-Childfree prayer and I sang out another one after seeing these photos. Poor Maggie! It would be a laugh-riot to watch, though. 🙂
Yeah, Dorothy’s expression just says it all.
Oh, Maggie, I feel your pain, my poor darling…
Seeing Maggie put up with the beebees reminds me of why I always ended up keeping the long-suffering mama cats who wandered into my yard already pregnant. Mama Cats rock; they are such great moms! I always felt they deserved to be spayed/retired after having even ONE litter! I only have two cats now, both mom-cats retired.
Mama Maggie is an angel. Your captions are a riot, they make my day start off with a happy laugh.
Oh, Dorfy…come live with me and you can take all the uninterrupted naps you want!
Hey, looks like Mama’s tummy is starting to tighten up! How is she doing with weaning the kittens? Are they nursing much now, or is it mostly when they pounce her and she goes along with it? I remember pictures of Kara sort of getting up abruptly with an irritated expression on her face, haha.
Little Miss Dorothy is going to grow up to be one gorgeous cat.
(Are her legs a little short, or is it just the angle of the photo?)
It’s just the angle of the photo. She’s not a feline Dachshund. Though, how cute would that be! 🙂