Daily Archives: November 5, 2014
OMC Ifin yous all kuld only see and hear meez mommy. It’s like evewy 10 minutes, “Oh good grief, my nose” and then hers picks up da kleenex and ‘HONK’. MOL Wiff da season changin’ so suddenly and all da rain, and of course mommy wuz just gettin’ well fwum da pneumonia hers got duwin’ da flood, hers allergies awe weally kickin’ in. Let me tell ya’ ifin this goes on much longer mommy will look like Rudolph. Oh well, weez do luv Christmas.
On anudder note as me told yous on meez Meowday, we celebwate da whole mumff. So me fawt dat since me has so many mowe furiends now than when we stawted bloggin’ dat me wuld tell yous da stowwy of how me came to liv wiff mommy and sissy. And meez first duty as a Service Cat. Ifin yous been readin’ meez blog since da beginnin’ hopefully me won’t put yous to sleep and can bwing out enuff new to keep yous innewested. So don’t close da tab yet.
See it all stawted in November of 2009. Mommy had a Ragamuffin’ named Ransom dat had been vewy sick fur a long time. And one day he just gave up and hims went to heaven. Mommy wuz distwaught and sis Lexi had now lost 3 bwofurs in her 10 years. And since Lexi wuz 10 years old mommy knew she needed a helpurr fur her. She just kuldn’t do all da work mommy needed her to do alone. Oh sis Lexi wuld twy, but mommy wuldn’t want her to have to. So even tho’ mommy wuz gwievin’ hers stawted makin’ sum calls. And then wight afur Fanksgivin’ mommy talked to a lady fwum a wescue dat told hers they had just raided a Ragdoll bweeder and had a litter of 11 kittens. They wusn’t quite suwe how old they wuz, but they wuz eatin’ solid food and weened. (NOT) Anyways, mommy sed hers wuld be wight there. So mommy told sis Lexi she wuld be back and wuld be bwingin’ her new bwofur or sisfur home. And she got in da caw and dwove da 2 hours to see me and meez littermates.
We had been put in a big box wiff baws on it. We wuz skeered and all huddled togedder. And then me heard a voice dat sounded like an angel and da lady dat put us in da cage came and put us in a basket. She carried us to anudder room where me smelled sumfin’ sweet. And then da lady poured us outta da basket and onto da floor. We wuz all kinda stunned. We all looked wound and me saw a lady in da floor and kuld tell dat’s where da sweet smell wuz comin’ fwum. Meez littermates all huddled togedder and stawted playin’. Not me. Me waddled ovew to da sweet smellin’ lady and crawled up what seemed like a mountain (her cwossed legs) to get to a flat place (lap) and lay down. Me laid down and stawted purrin’ and then looked up at da sweet smellin’ lady and she looked at me and she just glowed. There wuz water leakin’ fwum hers eyes and runnin’ down hers face and she spoke so softly me almost didn’t hear her. And she sed, “Hello my angel. Are you my destiny?” And she picked me up and handed me to da udder lady hoo put me down wiff meez littermates again. Again, me waddled wight back to her and crawled up da mountain again and laid down and looked up at her again. This time there wuz a flood comin’ fwum hers eyes and she gently picked me up and held me close to her heart and sed, “You are my Destiny.” Mommy and da lady wiff da basket talked sum mowe and then me and mommy (da sweet smellin’ lady) went away.
So many new sights and smells. It wuz a bit cold and me wuz a little skeered so me clung to da sweet smellin’ lady wiff all me had until hers put me on a warm soft blanket and stawted singin’ to me. Me stawted dwiftin’ off to sleep. Me wuz so tired. Da sweet smellin’ lady didn’t know it but me hadn’t eaten anyfin’ since da day afur we had been put in da cage and wescued. Me got weally quiet and mommy got worried and pulled ovew to check on me. Me wuz bawely bweevin’. And then hers got a call. One of meez littermates had suddenly died. Suddenly me wuz gettin’ jostled wound and rubbed all ovew. Meez eyes wuz heavy but me got them open and mommy wuz lookin’ me ovew fwum head to paw. And hers talked into da little fone and sed, “They’re not 6 weeks old. They most likely can’t eat the kibble. Do you know what kind of wormers were used? OMC Something she bought at Walmart?” She gave them how much?!!! They all need bottles of whole milk ASAP, and a heating pad. As for the wormer you’re just going to have to keep them strong enough to make it through. If you need anything, call me, and I’ll keep you updated about Deztinee.” Yous see, we wuz actually only ‘bout 3 1/2 weeks old. Da bweeder had lied to da rescue peeps. (they specialized in dogs and it wuz da holidays so no vets available) So we wusn’t weened. And da bweeder had given us an ovew da counter wormer in doses fur a 6 pound cat. And not only once, but twice in one week.
Mommy continued home (purrawlly speedin’, but sshhh, don’t tell), and got me in and shoved a bottle in meez mouff. Me wuz so weak me didn’t wanna suckle. But mommy kep after it until me finally did. After meez belly wuz full and me had gone potty (the runs big time-mol) mommy gave me a baff and got me all cleaned up. And found that me wuz covered in fleas. And yes, me had worms alwight, but not da kind me had been tweated fur. Me had tapeworms fwum da fleas. But me wuz too yung fur da twaditional tweatment, so mommy had to use a natuwal wemedy. It didn’t take long, and in a foo days me wuz stwonger and up walkin’ wound and playin’ and checkin’ out meez new surroundings. Meez nevew missed meez littermates. Me wuz always posed to be wiff mommy and sis Lexi. As fur meez name, mommy chose to change da spelling of Destiny (cuz herz likes da unusual), but to this day mommy still believes me wuz always hers destiny.
So me knows yous wunnewin’ what wuz meez first Service cat duty ifin me wuz so little. Like me sed, me wuz always posed to be wiff mommy. Me wuz tuned in to hers vewy bein’ and me had gotten stwonger and wuz followin’ mommy evewywhere hers went. Me had seen hers fallin’ and goin’ to sleep in da floor, and me didn’t like it. Afur hers wuld fall me wuld sense dat sumfin’ wuz gunna happen, me just didn’t know what. So one day hers wuz in da kitchen gettin’ sumfin’, neevew of us member zackly what hers wuz duin’, but me got dat sense dat sumfin’ wuz gunna happen. By now me knew dat it meant hers wuz gunna fall down, so me fawt me needed to tell hers so maybe she wuldn’t do it. So me stawted meowin’ meez squeaky little meow. Me don’t know ifin hers didn’t hear me or what, but she just kep on duin’ whatevew hers wuz duin’. So me kep squeakin’ louder and louder. And finally she stawted tellin’ me she luved me. Altho’ me luvs to hear dat, it didn’t help da situation. So, me decided me must do sumfin’ els. So me stawted pattin’ hers ankle (dat’s as high as me kuld reach) and turnin’ wound and wound. And of course me kep meowin’ too. Hers looked at me and weached down and picked me up and stawted luvvin’ on me. Awe yous kiddin’ me? Put me down! What ifin yous fall, meez meowed. She put me down and me wesumed meez warnin’ til she hit da gwound. Well me licked hers face and when she finally “woke” up me meowed dat me told hers so, but she didn’t seem to cawe or unnewstand. Me just didn’t know how mommy, hoo seemed to unnewstand what all meows meant didn’t unnewstand meez warnin’. We did this a kupple mowe times afur hers decided me might be twyin’ to tell hers sumfin’. To this day me warns mommy afur hers passes out. And these days she pays attention. So, dat wuz meez first evew duty as mommys Service Cat. Well dat’s da stowwy of meez humble beginnings. Mommy sez weez not rich wiff fings or munny, but weez awe ovewflowin’ wiff luv and dat’s what counts.
Me also wuld like to hopefully clear up da Blest Sunday posty. Yes sissy and me awe hostin’ da Blest Sunday post-a-thon fur da Tabby Cat Club. But since this mumff be special we fawt it wuld be nice to invite ALL BLOGGERS to join in on yous own blog. Da blogosphere is so blessed and all of you awe blessed in yous own way, so we fawt it wuld be fun to wead what you wus fankful fur or blest by too. So whedder yous a member of da TCC or not, purrlease join us Sunday fur a Blest Sunday posty. And member, this post will include ow vewy special Fank yous to all those hoo helped us in any way duwin’ da past foo mumffs. Weez been asked ‘bout da linky fing, and weez will be honest, mommy dusn’t hav a clue ‘bout how to do dat.
Till da nex time……………Be Blest!!!