MILES
I was afraid there for a while that there would be no turkey for us. The mom and Auntie Ellen went out to dinner with Grammie to a restaurant. The mom had PRIME RIB. what kind of TURKEY day dinner is that? SHEESH.
BUT, we DID get home made turkey later in the weekend and it was furry dee-lish-us.
SAMMY
Yes, so you stopped moaning and complaining about not getting any - FINALLY.
MILES
Well, how is she ever going to know that she's not being a good the mom if I doesn't tell her - nine thousand four hundred and elebenty eight times a day?
SAMMY
we could prolly do without nine thousand, four hundred and elebenty six of those times a day.
The (almost) daily adventures of Sammy, Miles and Nicholas Meezer. One is sweet and calm, one his happy and playful. The other? um......not so much.
Sunday, November 29, 2015
Thursday, November 26, 2015
Friday, November 20, 2015
Flashback Friday
NICHOLAS FUZZYPANTS
It's a few weeks to mine gotcha day - so here is a flashback to mine ferst v-e-t visit 'afore I came home. Well, I was just going to be a foster, but then mommy said mine official last name would be Meezer, so I gotted to stay. Which was great, 'acause I think Billy would haf cried forefur if I hadded to go back.
I was a little bit of a mess! But I'm not now!
It's a few weeks to mine gotcha day - so here is a flashback to mine ferst v-e-t visit 'afore I came home. Well, I was just going to be a foster, but then mommy said mine official last name would be Meezer, so I gotted to stay. Which was great, 'acause I think Billy would haf cried forefur if I hadded to go back.
I was a little bit of a mess! But I'm not now!
Wednesday, November 18, 2015
Monday, November 16, 2015
Meezer Monday
SAMMY
So, it's Meezer Monday and Miles is pouting, Nicky is spinning and Billy is, well, in the bathtub getting wet. Because he's weird.
Miles is pouting because the mom would not share something called "en-cha-la-da's" with him. Again, another food that will make flames shoot out of his butt. My question is this: why doesn't it make flames shoot out of HER butt? Do they only turn cats into flame-throwers?
So, it's Meezer Monday and Miles is pouting, Nicky is spinning and Billy is, well, in the bathtub getting wet. Because he's weird.
Miles is pouting because the mom would not share something called "en-cha-la-da's" with him. Again, another food that will make flames shoot out of his butt. My question is this: why doesn't it make flames shoot out of HER butt? Do they only turn cats into flame-throwers?
Thursday, November 12, 2015
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
We Honor our Veterans
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awaken in the mornings hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die.
The 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, 1918
The day The War to End All Wars ended.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
between the crosses row on row
that mark our place; and in the sky
Scarce heard among the guns below
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset go
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields
Take up our quarrel with the foe!
To you from falling hands we throw
the torch - be yours to hold it high
If ye break faith with us who die
we shall not sleep, though
poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
If only it really had been the war to end all wars................
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
Twisty Tuesday
NICHOLAS TWISTYPANTS
So last night in bed mommy was sleeping and I crawled up next to her, and when she waked up she petted me, but I was all twisted around and she could not find mine head. This freaked her out a little bit - then she called me "pretzel butt" which is weerd, because Billy says mine butt smells like farts, not pretzels.
So last night in bed mommy was sleeping and I crawled up next to her, and when she waked up she petted me, but I was all twisted around and she could not find mine head. This freaked her out a little bit - then she called me "pretzel butt" which is weerd, because Billy says mine butt smells like farts, not pretzels.
Thursday, November 05, 2015
Wednesday, November 04, 2015
All we are saying..
SAMMY
MILES
NICKY
BILLY SWEETFEETS
Is givepeas peace a chance
(Billy - ME thinks we should give peas a chance too, they is yummy)
MILES
NICKY
BILLY SWEETFEETS
Is give
(Billy - ME thinks we should give peas a chance too, they is yummy)
Tuesday, November 03, 2015
The answer to yesterday's question
MILES
What I did with mine extra hour.
So, Sammy and Nicky sat on the bed and stared at the mom. Billy licked her hair.
Many of you said I hollered or screamed at her. Interestingly, you were wrong.
I got mine claw stuck in her earlobe. SHE did the screaming. And a little bleeding.
It was an interesting way to spend that extra hour.
What I did with mine extra hour.
So, Sammy and Nicky sat on the bed and stared at the mom. Billy licked her hair.
Many of you said I hollered or screamed at her. Interestingly, you were wrong.
I got mine claw stuck in her earlobe. SHE did the screaming. And a little bleeding.
It was an interesting way to spend that extra hour.
Sunday, November 01, 2015
What I did with mine extra hour this weekend
NICKY
With mine extra hour, I sat on the bed and stared at mommy
SAMMY
With mine extra hour, I sat on the bed and stared at the mom
BILLY
With mine extra hour, I sat on the mom lady person's pillow and licked her hair
MILES
Who wants to guess that I did with mine extra hour?
With mine extra hour, I sat on the bed and stared at mommy
SAMMY
With mine extra hour, I sat on the bed and stared at the mom
BILLY
With mine extra hour, I sat on the mom lady person's pillow and licked her hair
MILES
Who wants to guess that I did with mine extra hour?
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