Whiskers & Purrs

Sleepin'-In-Late Saturday

Dearest peoples on the innernets,

This is Miss Elizabeth Taylor speakin'. We have had a long, hard week and we are still very real sads. Today is goin' to be a sleepin'-in-late Saturday...we just wants to snuggle with our mommy and take care of each other.

I hope all of our innernet friends have a nice relaxamicatin' weekend.

Very truly yours,
Miss Elizabeth Taylor

Wordless Wednesday: Sisters

Elizabeth Taylor...Rest in Peace

Dearest peoples on the innernets,

This is Miss Elizabeth Taylor speakin'.  I am sad to report the beautiful womans I am named after went to heaven today.  I am sads.  She was a beauty on the insides and the outsides.  We will miss her.

Very truly yours,

Miss Elizabeth Taylor

 

 

 

Wordless Wednesday...Miss Elizabeth Taylor Relaxes...

An organizin' meetin'!

Dearest peoples on the innernets,

This is Miss Elizabeth Taylor speakin'.  We are havin' a top secret plannin' meetin'...you see, tomorrow mommy is plannin' to go see The One Whose Name We Ain't Allowed To Speak...in support of Miss Elsie Fallulah Graves, we have a few little tricks up our sleeves...we are plottin' and plannin' and schemin'...we will show mommy and The One Whose Name We Ain't Allowed To Speak our displeasure. We are organizin' a protest!   We might have our little hissyfit spats but...us Gang members...we stick togethers!  Anybody that breaks our Elsie's heart is gonna have to answer to US!

Tomorrow will be a BIG day!

Very truly yours,
Miss Elizabeth Taylor 

 

Flashback Friday...Boys Boys Boys and Miss Elizabeth Taylor

Dearest peoples on the innernets,

This is Miss Elizabeth Taylor.  I really love boys.  Boys are the best thing since Fancy Feast!  I like yellow boys, black boys, grey boys, white boys, yellow and white boys...well, I think you get the gist of what I'mma talkin' bout.

I like to kiss 'em, roll in the floor with 'em, chase 'em, let 'em chase me, curl up with 'em, wrestle with 'em...again, you get my drift, I'm sure. 

The only thing I won't do is marry 'em.  I mean, girls named "Elizabeth Taylor" don't seem to have much of a good track record in the gettin' married department.  Now, I know I'm the most fantabulist Elizabeth Taylor in the world, but I'd much rather have lots of boys to love me than just one.

Very truly yours,

Miss Elizabeth Taylor

 

Flashback Friday...Miss Elizabeth Taylor's Lasers

Today we're gonna look back to a post from the summer of 2009...

 

Dearest peoples on the innernets,

This is Miss Elizabeth Taylor speakin'.  Mommy had been workin' in the yard.  It was gittin' darks so I decided to help her out by turnin' on my lasers.  See...I am not always a mean girl...I can be nice when I want some Temptations...uh...I mean, when I want to.

Very truly yours,
Miss Elizabeth Taylo

 

A very skeery visitor!

Dearest peoples on the innernets,

This is Miss Elizabeth Taylor speakin'.  Today I am gonna tell you 'bout a very very VERY skeery visitor we had at our house Tuesday night.  It was all very dramaticals and I witnessed it ALL!

Every afternoons, I jump up in the bathroom window so I can watch for mommy to come home from work.  I was sittin' in the window just bein' beautifuls...you know, just bein' my normal self, when I realized it was gittin' dark.  Even though it was dark, I could see everything that was goin' on outside 'cause I gots me so good kitty eyeballs.  I saw some squirrellies snoopin' 'round our yard and 2 people walkin' a doggie down the street. 

Then...all of a sudden...I saw our visitor...he was HUGE...big and fat but he sure could move fast...he runned into the Hav-A-Heart Trap mommy sits out for James Bond.  Unfortunately, we think maybe James Bond may have gone to heaven 'cause we ain't seen him in months and months and months...but since we ain't sure, we still sit foods out for him in the trap.  Well...I discovered that our visitor was eatin' all that tastey food that mommy had put in the trap...

So...right afters the Visitor went into the trap, mommy got home.  She saw a big bushy tail stickin' outta the trap...the first thing she thoughted was "OH IT'S JAMES BOND!!!"...she got outta the car and walked over to the trap...I started beatin' on the window with my beautiful girly girl paws but mommy didn't hear me.  I wanted her to stop because that Visitor sure looked mean...

It was pitch dark...mommy couldn't see nothin' but the big bushy tail...she walked over to the trap...she could hear it crunchin' on the suppers.  She thought "wow...this cat must not be feral because he didn't run away...hmmm..."...she bended down to git a better look...and was talkin' to it...when all of a sudden, this came outta the trap:

 

He was HUGE and had on a booglar's mask!  He looked at mommy, mommy looked at him and both of 'em made loud screamin' noises!  Mr. Raccoon knocked the trap over tryin' to git away and mommy nearly killed herself when she tripped over one of the brick pavers that borders the flower garden. (I am pretty sure that our neighbors are convinced that mommy is not right in the head...) Even though Mr. Raccoon was very very fat, he was able to scurry up the big Oak tree and disappeared...

So...at least we know who has been eatin' the suppers we put out for James Bond.   We hope James Bond is okay...but we are real skeert that he isn't.  Poor James Bond...we just wanted to help him.  

Mr. Raccoon...we are happy to help make sure you have suppers but please don't skeer the livin' bejeezuz outta mommy...we need to make sure that she ackchewally makes it inside the house every evenin' so she can open up our Fancy Feast cans and scratch our tushies...and worship and adore my beautiful self, too.

Very truly yours,
Miss Elizabeth Taylor
 

A message from Miss Elizabeth Taylor

Dearest peoples on the innernets,

I am going to take the day off from bein' mean as a "striped-eye" snake as my mommy's mommy used to say...I want to remember our Felix.  I loved him...and still do. 

Felix, I was a kinder and gentler Miss Elizabeth Taylor when you was here with us.  Things just ain't been the same since you had to leave.  Please keep watchin' over us from heaven every single day, 'kay?

Very truly yours,
Miss Elizabeth Taylor

Ready for our close-up, Mr. DeMille!

Dearest peoples on the innernets,

This is Miss Elizabeth Taylor speakin'.  We are all very ready for our close-ups on TV!!!  Tomorrow is the big day!  This picture of me was taken by Aunt Sara.  She was a part of the crew that came to the Whiskers & Purrs House back in the spring.  We all liked her a lot...she has a big boy cat named Jude. 

We are all still a little skeert 'bout bein' on national TV and all...I am very worried 'bout the papparrazzi...I just know they are gonna hound me, what with me bein' so beautifuls and all.  Maybe I should consult Angelina Jolie for advice. 

Okay, I must start plannin' for my world debut.  The life of a innernational super star is gonna be very hectic.  I hope I am ready!

Very truly yours,
Miss Elizabeth Taylor