Introducing the Iowa cat cousins (B.O.B. and Hilton)

First we must make note that we are from Iowa not Idaho.  In Iowa we grow cows, pigs, corn and soybeans.  The only potatoes we have around here are cultivated in our backyard gardens.  Idaho grows potatoes – hail to the King of Potatoes!!!

Second we must apologize that we are new at this blogging thing and we have a few hang ups in trying to get this our first post up on Spudder’s site. A big Iowa thanks to Spudder for letting us guest post, and we hope you enjoy our work.

Now for our introduction—we are “Bank One Ballpark” (or B.O.B. for short) and Hilton.  We were born in a barn and have great Iowa farm cat genes.  We are brothers.  We were whisked off to the life of luxury as Iowa house cats.

Hilton and B.O.B. napping in their favorite chair

Our favorite past times include sleeping, boxing each other and checking out the sporting goods catalogs to see if they finally have come up with a gun for cats (not having opposable thumbs is a problem with using any of our owners firearms).  We like to stalk squirrels, bunnies and birds!!!  (well, we WOULD if we were allowed to go outside!)

  

B.O.B. selecting a new scope. 

 Another past time is scavenging or begging for human food.  Our favorites are popcorn, cheetos, licking the salt off saltine crackers, cleaning up cereal bowls of leftover milk and other rich foods we should not eat.  That’s alright . . . if we puke it back up there is always someone around to clean it up.

Mmmmmmmm milk!!!  Just enough for Hilton

Our current nemesis is Bandit the Dog.  He gets to come in at night.  He’s lucky to get to go outside regularly.  He thinks we want to play with him . . . WRONG!!!

No need to tell you who this is  . . .

Spudder’s Cousins

Spudder has invited her two Redneck Intellectual Cousins from the Far North Iowa to be Guest Bloggers.

They will be checking in soon.

Be afraid, be very afraid.

Why Don’t We Do It in the Road?

Kick back and relax, that is.

It’s a Beautiful Day

I’m just sitting here on top of Geezer’s truck, looking for tender little bunnies.

Maybe I should go to New Jersey, I hear they have some delicious birds there.

Cat in the Cart

I like hanging out in this old wooden wheelbarrow.

This new puppy is kind of annoying.

Notice the indoor cat hanging out on the porch. .. Beyotch.

I like to lay on my back and scratch the inside of the cart.

Scratch me right there, Dude.

I’m Baaaaack

Since my buddy Lipstick keeps checking this blog, I guess I should post a few things.

The Geezer enticed me with food then jammed me into a box and took me to the Spay & Neuter Clinic. They made me smell some nasty stuff and when I was asleep, they shaved my belly.

How Degrading.

The next day, Geezer comes to get me and says “They said you were already Spayed”.

Dude, I could have told you that!

Relaxing on the Fire Pit

The Geezer dug a big hole in the ground, put a steel wheel rim from a Tractor in it, then backfilled around the sides. They burn wood in it sometimes and roast marshmallows and hot dogs. Sometimes I get a bite.

When they’re not using it they put an old cable spool that they got from the power company on top of the hole.

Classy.

Dude, trim the grass.

Spudder Sniffing Shoes in the Snow

We thought we were done with snow in our little section of the Spud State, but we woke up to a Winter Wonderland. Must have snowed 3 inches last night.

The Geezer set his camera on self-timer and dangled it from the strap to get this picture of me sniffing his Ugs, or Mukluks or whatever the heck he calls them.

Dude, you been walking through the Horse Pasture?

Sunrise Stalking

The Geezer came out this morning to take pictures of the Sunrise.

Yeah Dude, Whatever.

I saw a bunch of birds in the Blue Spruce tree. I can’t get my paw in there because it’s sharp and pokey. I think those birds were Taunting me.

Just wait.

Mrs. Geezer Brings Food

Or, maybe it’s Hot Chocolate.

Whatever.