psssst Beverly...

Hello lover. Chumley here. My mom's in the other room wrapping presents so I thought I'd hop on here and send you a note.

I got a new bed.


Do you like it? It's heated.


And there's plenty of room for you my love. I was thinking we could, oh wait here comes Wrigley. Hang on...he's...trying...to...take...the keyboard...from me-


Hello Beverly! It's Wrigley! I have a warm bed too!

But I don't like to share.
p.s. my brother has a crush on you...

Who needs toys?

When one can spend hours playing with...a cough drop wrapper. That is Chumley's FAVORITE thing to bat around and shove into his gob. Often times we find them buried in his food bowl (along with twist ties, receipts and q-tips.)

Unfortunately Wrigley is also smitten with the cough drop wrapper:



Chum is able to retrieve the wrapper but not for long:



Chum watching Wrigs play with the wrapper:


Chum looking at me as if to say, "DO SOMETHING BIATCH!!!"


Guilty faced Wrigs playing all innocent with wrapper in his mouth.


Oh how incredibly dull my life would be if it weren't for these 2 little deviants.

God bless all your beasts!

Back in Seattle

*Update* more snowy pics, taken the morning after the snow storm:










So much to download, upload, inload, outload.

But for now, it's snowing and it's pretty fricking amazing.

Here's a little clip from tonight's news:


And Wrig's reaction to seeing snow for the first time:


After our midnight stroll around the neighborhood, Tom had a genius idea:
(Since we don't own a sled, we used the lid from an underbed storage bin. Worked great!)





It was so much fun. Neighbors came out of their houses with cameras and kids in tow. Oh and dogs too.




There's something magical about the first snowfall especially when you're sharing it with the ones you love (minus the Blackberry)

the animals

Are soooo happy Tom is home. (and so am I.)

Wrigley could not stop staring, pawing and licking Tom's face. I wonder if he thinks that he'll never return when he leaves the house.


I finally got Wrigs to turn away and look into the camera.


But that didn't last long...


It's nice to be together as a family if only for one night. I'm leaving in a couple hours and I haven't even started packing. I'm waiting on Tom's suitcase which didn't make his flight to Seattle last night. The airline is supposed to deliver it sometime this morning. Yeah right. I guess I better get my arse in gear and figure out plan B. I'm really excited to go home but I'm also sad to leave my 3 favorite creatures.

Happy Holidays!

*Update:
Chumley is getting into the spirit as well. He's trying to help me wrap presents. This is for my friend Rebecca who witnessed Chumley's psychotic behavior towards Scotch tape. He's always been obsessed with it. I guess I'm just used to it but it is pretty funny to watch.


(Excuse the typo in the youtube title. I meant to type Chumley's tape obsession. That's a result of multi-tasking.)

We're getting into the spirit over here!

My mom & I look like this:


My car looks like this:


Wrigs looks like this:



And Chumley...
Well, he's pretty much the same.

Cat, Interrupted

(trying to capture footage of him "in the act" but Wrigs always kills the mood)

Chum & Wrigs

"Pssst. Hey Wrigs. When she's not looking, you grab the camera, and I'll piss all over it."

"Hahahohohehe!" Oh my brother from another mother!
You really are a funny beast."

"What??? There's nothing to see here."

DANG!

I tried to sneak some video footage of Tom doing his golf swing but I was too late. Poor guy hasn't golfed in almost 2 months and I think it's really getting to him. He and I aren't the only ones going bonkers. Chumley has decided that his new favorite thing to play with is...a pen.

Poor little cat is losing his marbles. He loves batting around this pen and then throwing it up in the air and pouncing on it. I tried to get footage of him doing this but it was too dark.

I did however get some footage of Wrigs after he stole the pen out of Chumley's grip and ran around the house. It's still dark but you can see Wrigs being his usual goofy self.



We had planned to take Wrigs on a nice long walk this morning but as I was getting my shoes on, of course it starts pouring rain. We are starting to get cabin fever from being holed up inside this place. Wasn't the Unibomber from Seattle? Yet another day in paradise.

Who loves Marshmallows

*disclaimer- I don't typically give my animals junk food. Chum was hovering over the stove as I was baking more marshmallow treats (yes, I'm addicted) so I gave him one and I didn't think he'd eat it but he did. And I didn't want Wrigs to feel left out so I had to shove one in his gob too.

Everyone poops

Chumley was making all sorts of noise this morning in his litter box so I grabbed the camera to see what was going on. It was nothing out of the ordinary, just his usual covering up of his dumps. He's very meticulous during this process and wants to make sure every nugget and droppling is hidden away. And believe me, there's been plenty of dropplings coming out of this cat. He is a dumping machine.



Wrigs on the other hand, HATES going outside to poop in the rain. Can you blame him??? I'm afraid he's going to get plugged up. Finally this morning, he pooped. And lucky for all of you, I've captured it on film. (The camera is far enough away so it's not too gross at all, you can probably still eat and watch.)



This reminds me of the book Everyone Poops. Used to love reading it to the kids I babysat. They'd laugh so hard sometimes they'd poop their pants. Fun times.

Wrigs and Chum

Concerned about the bird:

some animal pics...

Chum trying to stay warm in my closet:


Wrigs and I at the bakery:


Tom and Wrigs at the Crepe Place:


Wrigs looking at the water:


Wrigs watching Tom almost slip off the rocks:


Wrigs trying to walk on the rocks but then chickening out:

Election '08

Chumley's been acting really odd lately (odder than usual I guess I should say) and now, after a little research, I realize why...

Chumley for President

Wrigley's hoping for the VP nod.

(btw, today was beautiful, cold, but it was sunny and I am blown away by the views around here. I will blog more about this later when I have more time.)

Wrigs n Chum playing

Been a while since I've posted any Wrigley/Chum videos so here is one from the other night. Notice how they were playing nicely together or as Tom says they were "more irritatingly annoyed at me dangling the shiny wrist band in their faces than they were at each other." I still like to think of it as playtime. As you can see a good time was had by all...

a cute Chumley story for a change...

Poor lil' Chum has no toys to play with since Wrigs swallowed his mouse toy over a year ago. We just can't take that chance again so we had to permanently put away all of his playthings. But Chum is pretty resourceful when it comes to finding other objects to play with, for example, he LOVES to play with q-tips he finds in the garbage, crumpled up receipts, and even dollar bills. All of these things eventually end up in his food bowl and several times a week I fish them out and throw them away (except for the bills).

Wrigley on the other hand, has a large basket overflowing with all his toys, balls and bones. And we are constantly recycling these toys because he likes to destroy many of them in seconds flat, especially stuffed ones with dangling arms or legs. But Chum is quick to grab his mangled castaways and run off to a safe place with his "new" toy. This is what I found in his food bowl today...


This cat makes me laugh. Sometimes.

battle of the water bowl

Chumley's obsession with Wrigley's water is getting out of control. Chum won't even sniff his own water dish anymore. He only drinks from Wrigley's bowl and now, whenever Chum is drinking, of course Wrigs has to have a drink right then and there. So usually a battle ensues, with fists n fur flying and Chum spitting out his mouthful of water with each hiss. This clip below shows how patient Wrigley can be while he sits and waits for Chum to finish drinking but the best part is, Wrigley's not even thirsty. He takes three little licks and walks away. He just has to be the last one drinking.

dinner at our house

The mood is set. Romantic lighting, a nice chilled glass of California wine to compliment a delicious steak dinner. After a long hard day at work, this is the perfect setting for some quiet reflection and relaxation.

Wrigs and Chum in a stare down

Chumley and Wrigley on youtube finally!

Here they are enjoying their favorite night time snack, turkey pastrami. Please ignore my annoying voice throughout the video. I promise to remain silent in future videos.



When Chumley jumps up on the counter he heads right to the bag of pastrami and starts chomping away. I had already put the camera away once I realized what he was doing. When I went over to scold him he swatted at my finger.

Bear Down

I knew it was only a matter of time. Wrig's decided tonight was the night to de-bowel Chumley's bear. We didn't know what was going on at first, but we realized that Wrigs was way too quiet. We found him violently ripping the stuffing out of Chum's bear and tossing the flaccid bear around like a rag doll. I immediately freak out and scream "Nooooooooo!" Tom shushes me and tells me not to make a big deal about it because he didn't want Chumley to rush in and witness the devastation. I quickly pick up the innards as fast as I can and stuff them back into the bear. I turn around only to see Chum watching in horror. I hide the bear behind my back, grab my sewing kit and go to work...

Good Lord. If anyone were to ask, "So how did you spend your Friday night?" I'd tell them, "Oh you know, the usual. Sat around watching the Golf Channel while frantically sewing up my cat's love toy. And you?"

But it's all worth it. Here are the lovers, getting reacquainted...


And after a few sniffs and licks, all was normal again...


Chumley loves to love his bear in the same spot, right by the doggy gate separating Wrigs from the rest of the house. Wrigs of course runs to the gate for a front row seat when he hears the mating cries from Chumley. I tried to capture a pic but the big lug turned around to look into the camera. He's such a a ham. You can kind of see Chum in the background through the little door.

I'm thinking youtube is the way to go with this footage.