Daily Archives: May 21, 2017
MeOW!!! It’s furinally Blest Sunday!!! Kittens!!! Have we had the weather or what? Ya’ know, several peeps have asked us ifin this is “Normal”?
Yep sissy, and several peeps have said we seem to have a lot of storms. Mommy says, ya’ think with all the storms we have you’d have learned not to be ‘fraid by now.
Me told you, me’s not ‘fraid Raena, me’s bein’ safe and doin’ what the weather guessers say to do durin’ the storms. You know, we had car, home, peeps and animal damagin’ hail, winds and tornadoes the other day.
Yeah sissy, I’s never seen anythin’ like it befur. And where was mommy?
Oh Raena, me can’t believe she was out there tryin’ to take fotos of the hail. The weather guessers said it was the size of golf balls, and mommy was out there tryin’ to figger out how to get a foto without getting’ hit.
Yep sissy, and it was really dark out too. Every time the hail would hit the ground it would shatter. Mommy furinally got the broom out and tried draggin’ a piece to her. By the time she got it up to the door, it had melted down to the size of a quarter.
Maybe Raena, but it was still dangerous. The truth is, this is storm season fur us, so this weather is purretty much “normal”. Altho’ the last couple of years the storm season does seem to last a bit longer. Mommy says, it may only seem like it, cuz we’re now on the cat puter. Or we would be ifin it wasn’t stormin’. We got our furst real break in the storm yesfurday, and was tryin’ to visit our furiends a bit, and then mommy had a really bad fall. The storms may have broken outside, but inside, it was ragin’ on.
She sure did sissy. And all the way down, she was hollerin’ fur us to leave the fone alone. She must’ve hid the one by her sittin’ chair, cuz I’s couldn’t find it at all. Fankfully, she didn’t need an ambulance.
Me’s sure glad ‘bout that Raena. Me was worried. It took furever fur her to get up. She had a big gash on the top of her foot and her knees look pawful. Mommy says old peeps break easier than young’un’s and so she called Uncle Pete, Timmy Tomcat’s daddy, fur a little medical reassurance.
Foto of TimmyTomcat
I’s really glad we have such pawsum furiends sissy, so mommy had someone she could ask fur advice. Ya’ know, Uncle Pete’s a nurse in real life, so mommy was able to confurm that she hadn’t broken anythin’ and didn’t require a dreaded trip to the emergency room. Ya’ know, mommy hates hospitals.
Me knows Raena. That’s why me can’t figger out why mommy thinks she needs to take us to the VET. We hate the VET as much as she hates hospitals. MOL Me thinks there must be some kind’a double standard goin’ on here.
What do ya’ mean sissy? What’s a double standard?
Well Raena, it means that mommy can eat junk but we have to eat good fur us food. And, mommy can avoid the hospital, but we have to go to the VET.
I’s like our food sissy. And mommy says Primal just came out with some new proteins that we’re gonna luvs. She even added ’em to our amazon wish list.
Me likes our foods too Raena, but me also likes pizza. Anyways, speakin’ of food, we need to go finish eatin’ our brekky.
Mommy says I’s da cutest thing ever. Look’it mine’s angelic face.
Let’s link up with the Kitties Blue fur Sunday Selfies furst sissy. And say fanky fank ya’ to Uncle Pete fur helpin’ mommy.
Fanks Raena. And yes, fank you Uncle Pete. We are so very blest to have amazin’ furiends, our home that shelters us from the pawful storms, and our luvvin’ mommy, that’s gonna be okay. We wanna remind all our furiends to take a minute today and every day to give thanks fur the many blessings in your lives. We really wish we had been at BlogPaws this past week with those furiends who went, but maybe next year. Mommy’s gonna be sittin’ with her legs up and ice on fur the swellin’, so we purrobably won’t get to do a lot of visitin’ today either. Ifin ya’ can spare any purrayers, we sure would purreciate ‘em. And ‘member to join us tomorrow fur Service Cat Monday. The topic of aggression continues.
And one last thing. Ya’ know that “hooligan in a can” me won? Well you can get your very own. Cat Scouts is a pawsum place fur cats and their peeps to mingle with others of like mind. And it’s totally furee. Den Master created this pawsum place fur us to get together to have fun, help others and learn lots of things. We know it takes money to keep things goin’, but Den Master has never mentioned chargin’ any of us scouts a dime. ‘Stead, she’s created a store where peeps can buy Cat Scout memorabilia and the furtastic “hooligan in a can” and help suppurt this amazin’ place we call Cat Scouts. Me’s a little ashamed me didn’t see the card included in me’s purrize till yesfurday. Ya’ know, we was just so taken by all the goodies included in da can. But me saw it and so me wanted to tell you all where to get your very own tin of cat goodness. Just click here to get it now while it’s on sale.
Till the next time……………………………………..Be Blest!!!
Dezi: Vibrant Blue
Raena: Navy Blue
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