Easy Like Sunday

Us Ballicai are doin a lot of sleepin on the bed, all four of us together. We love how Momma always puts the fleece shurt onna bed fur us, along with the yeller jellybean and our cat tent.

Here's all four of us...



And zoomin in a little closur, here's Marilyn, Brainball, and Dorydoo...



And still a little closur in, here's Brainball and Dorydoo snugglin...



And here's me, in the tent.



We're enjoyin some good zzzzzzzz's, and Momma just loves to hear alla us purrin together.

Happy Sunday snugglin, effurybodies!

Remindur: Dorydoo's purrthday is comin up soonies, on October 16! She's gonna turn four years old. That's hard fur Momma to believe. When Dorydoo furst came here, she was an itty bitty kitten, and Momma still calls her Little Kittenhead!

It's My Birthday - Party On the Blog!

Dorydoo here! Check out this beautiful graphic of me, created especially for my birthday by Maggy and Zoey at Zoolatry. Thank you so much, Maggy and Zoey! I love it!

And wowie, please go see the beautiful birthday card our friends, Adan and Michico, made for me! I'm so honored and happy *big kitty grin*! Thank you so much for your sweet birthday wishes.

Guess what: it's time to PARTY! Today I'm turning three years old. And you know what, Mom still calls me "Little Kittenhead" even though I'm a grown-up, big girl! (Well... not so very big -- I'm actually the smallest Ballicus in the house.) And of all us Ballicai, I'm the only one Mom and Dad have known since young kittenhood. A friend of theirs had a cat who had kittens, and I was one of the kittens. So I've been a Ballicus since I was eight weeks old. I guess I will always be that itty bitty kitty girl to Mom and Dad.

Eight-Week-Old Me

Here I am at three years old, snoozing with big brother Brainball -- my, how I've grown!

And here I am, winking at Earl Grey! Hiya, handsome!

So please, everykitty, come on in and make yourselves comfortable -- we have a huge spread of good food to eat -- stinky goodness, shrimp, crab, lobster, tuna, salmon, ham, turkey, steak, oodles and oodles of Temptations. We also have tunatinis, 'niptinis, and primo catnip to roll in!

And Brainball, MaoMao, Marilyn and I are up for all kinds of fun party games: chase the red dot, thundering herd of elephants, toss the catnip banana, walking on the ceiling, killing evil coffee stirrers, burp contests (hee!)... hey, you name it! And for kitty couples who want to cuddle -- there are nice private nooks with warm purr pads and blankies which are great for cuddling.

Everykitty, have a great time! We Ballicai will be here partying for all 24 hours of my birthday, but we'll be quiet while Mom and Dad are sleeping, hee!

Two Mancats Tuesday -- and Dorydoo Speeks!

Our wunnerful and tallented furriends Maggy and Zoey at Zoolatry did these bee-yootiful photo-portraits of me and Brainball.

The one of me is called "The Chairman":



And the one of Brainball is called "The Lion King" (how, how, how, I ask, could my silly beans or that silly furst vet have efur pegged Brainball fur a gurlcat?! lookit his MANE, fur Cat's sake!):


Momma thought these photo-portraits of Brainball and me were so bee-yootiful that her eyes got happy-leaky.

Here's an update on how my wunnerful bruther Brainball is doing: in a wurd, bettur! He's still takin' recuperative naps in Mom and Dad's closet, but he's doin' more of his Alpha Cat Patrollin', and he's eatin' good and drinkin' good. Yay! He's also usin' the baffroom good, except his #2s are kinda loosy-goosy, so Momma's keepin' a close eye onna litterboxies. Brainball's takin' his medikashuns like a trooper and is eatin' yogurt from a spoon!

Dorydoo wants to remind efurryone that her burfday is comin' up on Octobur 16 -- there'll be a pawtay onna bloggie. She'll be turnin' three years old! She's also givin' the eye to a certain handsum mancat onna Bloggiesphere, hehehe.



I send lovies to my sweetiepie Ariel, and Brainball sends lovies to his Patches Lady. And lookie here, we're sendin' roses to our ladies, too.



Update: Brainball had a bafroomie trip that was too close to diarrhea for momma's comfort, so she's givun him a kitty dose of Immodium. Askin' fur more purrs.

Update, three hours later: The Ballicus Mom here! Good news: the Immodium helped Brainball -- he hasn't had another episode of diarrhea, and we are hoping he won't. He's been on his evening Alpha Cat patrols, he's pawed at his Daddy repeatedly for rubs (he loves his Daddy's kitty massages!), and then after getting lots of rubs, he sprawled out all comfy-cozy and purred his deep, rumbly lion purr the likes of which I hadn't heard since before he got sick. *big happy cat mom grin!*