Fancy Friday: Baby, It's Cold Outside!

I've been doing a lot of cuddling with Colby these days. It's not so much that I *like* him or anything, it's just that it is furry cold outside!

Colby is furry good at opening doors now--unless the beans make sure they are all locked down, he will go to the door, stand up against it on two legs, pull at the lever with his paw, and then lean on it until it opens. He did this the other night when the teen bean forgot to lock the garage door after covering the plants (plants need blankies when it is cold, too!).

The only thing he, he left the door open (Colby's good at opening the doors, not so good at closing them again!).

You should have heard the Dad bean complaining when he got up in the middle of the night to find the door open and us kitties escapin'!

Okay, yeah, it WAS in the thirties, which is apparently bean talk for "ridiculously freezing cold", but still!

Oh, and you know what?

Cheddar is really enjoyin' this weather!

Yes! Cheddar, who squeaks when he sees a squirrel and runs inside the house if it chatters at him too much, is just eatin' up the cold with his big floofy fur and his big fat tummy to keep him warm. It's just not fair!

I do have it better than Colby, though. I'm ladylike and petite, but I have pretty thick fur--Colby is skinny as a rail and all sleek--his fur doesn't keep him warm at ALL!

So, see, when I cuddle up with him, I'm really doing him a favor!

That's right.

I'm just being nice.

~Fancy, the good girl kitty

Oh noes! We is found out!

Mom found out about our secret stash, and now we is in trouble!

We are very smart, very sneaky cats. Of course you knows this. But Mom apparently didn't know just how smart we was!

See, we opened the cabinet door where the treats is kept, and we snuck out a whole bag of treats! And then we carried it back to our home.

(See, here's me, Colby, pointing to our two-story duplex kitty house.)

And then, we ate a hole in the treats bag! We nibbled and nibbled on the bottom until we could gets the treats out that way. We had a great thing going, until Mom caught on.

Our house is in where the laundry stuff is, and Mom was bending over, picking up some dirty laundry that had fallen on the floor, to wash it (which she hardly ever does, hee hee, just kidding, Mom! Uh oh...Mom is not in laughing mood).
Um..anyway, Mom looks in our house, and sees the incriminating half-nibbled bag of treats!

Mom says we are "Little Sneaks!" but she still loves us.

And now's the treats are gone from our house, and locked up in an Evil Ziplock Bag! Oh, the horror!