Monday, December 21, 2009

Meowy Christmas to all!

This is our attempt at a family photo, it took several tries.
If it wasn't the WB makin silly faces, it was me getting tired
of being held in one place, to goof it up.
This is what we came up with, the Snapp Family Photo 2009.

I Love, luv, loooove Christmas time! Well, except for when the peepul go away tomorrow. I guess they are ditching me to go to see the family back on the east coast. They could take me with them, but I don't know if I want to sit in a carrier for that many hours, they say I'd have to sit in the carrier under a seat. That doesn't sound cool at all. So I'll stay home with my lady care taker friends Tish and Grace, they treat me nice, let me sit on their laps and even play chase around the house. I'll be in good hands, but I'll certain miss Mum and the WB. Even with this part, of me having to say stay home by myself I still think Christmas time is totally pawsome. Just check out the pawsomeness that happened last evening...

I got to play in wrapping papers, since Mum and WB decided to open their prezzints to each other early.

My Grandmeowm, the Grand WB and my cousins Smokey and Sammy sent me the coolest thing!! Remember when I tried to steal Mum's gift card a few months ago? Well, I finally have my OWN! Tell me, can you think of a better gift than a
$50 PETCO card? Me, neither and that's totally what they got me!!! Oh what shall I buy? The possibilities are endless, I'll be sure to let you know once we get to go shoppin.

They also sent me this neato basket thing with fevers on it!

I hope that everyone out there has a pawsome Christmas where ever you are!

Sunday, December 13, 2009


I am officially a certified hunter/killer. There was a mousie in my house this weekend. I was wierding out my peepul, because I was sitting on the floor staring at the bookshelf all morning yesterday. My Mum was wondering why so she looked under and found the little dude. They decided to leave it alone and see if I could catch it. Well peepul of the house, wonder no longer! The mouse is officially ded. I caught him and killed him yesterday while the went out wine tasting with their friend. They came home to find ded mousie on da floor. They were very proud of my accomplishment and so was I. Even though there was no blood on the mousie, they thought it to be in bad taste to photograph it, so we have no pictorial proof to show you, but just know if any more of the little critters decide to come in threatening my food bowl, they won't last long. Mousies Beware!

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Attention cat parents

My Mum got this in an email from her friend Collette in Colorado, she thought it was so amusing, I am letting her post it here.

The following was found posted very low on a refrigerator door.

Dear Dogs and Cats: The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.

The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Racing me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.

I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort, however. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other, stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out on the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.

For the last time, there is no secret exit from the bathroom! If, by some miracle, I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge in an attempt to open the door. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years - canine/feline attendance is not required.

The proper order for kissing is: Kiss me first, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough.

Finally, in fairness, dear pets, I have posted the following message on the front door:


(1) They live here. You don't.

(2) If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. That's why they call it 'fur'-niture.

(3) I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.

(4) To you, they are animals. To me, they are adopted sons/daughters who are short, hairy, walk on all fours and don't speak clearly.

Remember, dogs and cats are better than kids because they:

(1) eat less,
(2) don't ask for money all the time,
(3) are easier to train,
(4) normally come when called,
(5) never ask to drive the car,
(6) don't hang out with drug-using people;
(7) don't smoke or drink,
(8) don't want to wear your clothes,
(9) don't have to buy the latest fashions,
(10) don't need a gazillion dollars for college and
(11) if they get pregnant, you can sell their children


No I'm not talking about the ham like stuff that comes in can, but email SPAM.    I'm sure glad that my Gmail pays attention to ...