Monday, December 26, 2011

Home Improvement with the Mrowsers

Mrowsering (verb) 

     1. what a mrower does all day 
     2. when a mrower investigates new additions to his or her surroundings

In our never ending quest to reach a sustainable level of organization, we decided to buy a few drawer and shelving units to organize my overflowing craft supplies… because those are the only things needing further organization. Or not… though it’s a start at least.

After opening the packaging, the mrowers awoke from their slumbering on their cat condo and lent a few helping paws to the construction process. 

Of course, their version of helping mostly consisted of mrowsering around the area, creating as many diversions as possible to distract us humans while they stole off with the most interesting (and usually important) components.

This time, operation distraction fell to Steve who, predictably, decided to insert himself right in the middle of the action so that we would, no doubt, make comments about the cuteness of Steve trying to help his people. 

Meanwhile, invariably, Hanklin performed a stealthy theft of the drawer knobs package. Normally, the boys sneak down to the basement with their prey, growling the entire time, but Hanklin decided this was too much fun to not play with on the cat condo. 

Poor Hanklin, his brother obviously failed to distract the humans for long enough so that he could get the package open before it was retrieved and the drawers completed. 

However, upon the completion of the drawers, Hanklin's mrowersing of the junk room commenced as we began organizing all the boxes just littering the room and closet.  

Typically, the boys are banned from the junk room, but this extended stay allowed him to fully explore all of the weird human oddities stored in there. 

But, like all mrowsers, he soon tired of investigating and decided that supervision was more his specialty, as he sat on his thrown, watching over his minions. 

Mrowsering is hard work, how do humans do it every day?

Friday, December 2, 2011

Blanket Time

It's officially winter when Hanklin begins burrowing under blankets, only to be attacked by brother mere minutes later.

After Steven successfully extracted Hank from the blanket he proceeded to jump on top of the mountain o' blankets, looking quite proud of himself. Lucky for him he's at least he's got something to be proud of... :)

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Meet the Mrowsers

Mrower hour (noun)
      1. the time of day or night when the mrowers come out to play
      2. when a mrower begins mrowsering

Sitting in bed, with two kittens panting at our feet, it becomes more apparent than ever: we don't own these cats, they own us. For the past half hour, they have been chasing after a crumpled up piece of paper, each time bringing it back to bed and dropping it in their humans' laps with the intent of saying "I command you to throw this again." And, inevitably, we do. Why? Because they're our mrowsers...

Introducing the Mrowsers

Name: Steve
Age: 2.5 years
Namesake: College frat cook
Nickname: Esteban
Occupation: Mrowsering
Interests: food, strings, stealing raw meat
Favorite Toy: Skitch the Sasquatch
Special Talent: paw-eye coordination

Name: Hank
Age: 2.5                   
Namesake: College frat cook
Nickname: Hanklin
Occupation: Mroswe
Interests: playing fetch, licking, attacking his brother
Fears: anything new
Special Talent: playing fetch with himself

So there we have it, the mrowsers... and their lovely pets, Christa and Brian.


Now, just sit back and let the insanity begin...