MeOW Me’s been busy with the annual Cat Scout jamboree fur the last week. It’s always great fun, but me’s glad it’s over and things can settle down a bit again. Ifin you’ve ever wanted to be a pawrt of somethin’ bigger than yourself and make lastin’ furiendships with others like you, then you should check it out. Cat Scouts is furee to join. It’s gone thru a lot of changes since me furst joined, but the furiendships me’s made there have only gotten stronger. But, me is happy to be getting’ back to normal now. And what better way, than with Blest Sunday, don’t you agree Raena?
Yep sissy, I’s glad too. Kittens!!! Dinner was late almost every night. I’s don’t know what ya’ll be doin’ ‘round the campfire, since you won’t let me join, but just cuz ya’ll be havin’ virtual cook outs doesn’t mean mine’s real tummy don’t get hungry.
Purrlease Raena, dinner wasn’t that late. It’s not like you’re starvin’. Have you ever actually missed a meal? Me thinks not. Mommy does everythin’ she can to make sure we have purrlenty to eat. You know there are lots of kitties in the world that don’t have that security. They’d gladly swap places with you.
That’s okay sissy. I’s don’t wanna swap places with any kitty. I’s livin’ the good life, even when dinner’s 10 minutes late.
Meowin’ of the good life Raena, what happened to you last night?
Wha’d’ya’ mean sissy?
You know, when you were sleepin’ all sound like atop the liberty tree and suddenly jolted and flew off the top of the tree and skedaddled thru the house and unner the table. You scared mommy and me half to death. Did you have a bad dream or somethin’?
Oh sissy, it was just horrible. Ya’ know, that tree’s really high. I’s kind’a wish I’d thought ‘bout it a bit befur launchin’ mine’s self into the air. I’s don’t think we kitties were meant to fly.
Well, ya’ hit the nail on the head with that one Raena. What was your furst clue, the lack of wings or your crash landin’? Me’s gotta tell ya’, me’s not sure me’s ever seen your eyes look quite that big befur. And me fur sure don’t like hearin’ that much panic in mommy’s voice. She was so worried you’d hurt yourself or somethin’.
Yeah, I’s didn’t like it too much either sissy. Fanky fankfully, I’s only got a few bruises. Ya’ can’t see ‘em fur the fur, but I’s assure you, they’re there. I’s don’t ever wanna do that again.
Me’s sure me’s meowin’ fur mommy too Raena, when me meows, we don’t want you to that again either. Me’s just glad you’re okay. ‘Specially since you’re plannin’ me’s pawrty. You know me’s actual birthday is this comin’ Fursday, right?
I’s know sissy. And mommy’s purromissed to get us some special treats fur that day cuz of your birthday and cuz mine’s surgery has been moved up to that day too. Mommy called doctor stabby and grabby and he agreed to go ahead with mine’s surgery and let us pay what we’ve already raised and pay off the rest as it comes in. We’re so Blest to have such amazin’ furiends. I’s a little scared, but knowin’ so many peeps luvs me sure is comfurtin’.
Yep Raena, me’s heart is so full thinkin’ ‘bout all the furiends we’ve made and how we all luv and suppurrt each other not just durin’ the good times, but also the bad. Ya’ know, a true furiend is the one who doesn’t abandon you when life throws ya’ a curveball.
That’s a great way to put it sissy. I’s wanna say a meowsy big fanky fank you fur helpin’ me have mine’s surgery to awnty Claire, Zorro and Pixie, awnty Theresa, awnty Kerry and Valentine, awnty Susan M, awnty Susan C, and awnty Ava. Ifin you’d like to help, you can donate here. And a huge fanky fank you to all of you fur your purrs and purrayers. I’s would ‘purreciate a few extra come Fursday November 1st. Mommy says we have to be there t’ween 7:30 and 8:15 that meownin’. Looks like we’ll be stayin’ up all night Wednesday and she’ll be havin’ coffee at the V-E-T. Maybe they’ll even have donuts.
Me will be purrayin’ fur ya’ Raena. Even ifin it means me has to miss a meal. You can’t eat anythin’ after midnight, so guess what? That means me won’t get anythin’ either. Hmmmpht The sacrifices me makes fur you.
I’s do ‘purreciate you fur doin’ that sissy.
Like me has a choice. Those better be really delicious treats ya’ll bring home. Me knows mommy luvs coffee and donuts, but me’s wants somethin’ way better than that.
I’s sure mommy will get us somethin’ really tasty sissy. Don’t worry. All this meowin’ ‘bout food’s got me hungry. I’s gonna go finish eatin’ mine’s brekky. Gotta keep up mine’s strength ya’ know.
Me too Raena. Me’s right behind ya’. We’d like to remind you all to take a minute today and every day to Give Thanks fur the Blessings in your lives. And we wanna fank you fur bein’ Blessings in ours. And don’t furget to send us your fotos fur me’s Birthday/Gotchaday pawrty.
Don’t furget our Sunday Selfies with the Kitties Blue sissy.
Me didn’t Raena. You just always butt in befur me can mention it.
Till the next time……………………………………………Be Blest!!!
Dezi: Vibrant Blue
Raena: Navy Blue
Luv and Hugs and Kitty Kisses
Deztinee and RaenaBelle
MeOW WooHoo It’s Blest Sunday and me has so much to give fanks fur this week. RaenaBelle, where are you, it’s time to count our Blessings. Me swears, you’re never where you’re s’posed to be. (Raena comes running down the hall and jumps over Dezi) Hisssssssss Quit jumpin’ on me!!! Kittens, You can be such a pest sometimes.
But I’s luvs you sissy. I’s just wanna play with mine’s bestest sisfur ever.
Me’s your only sisfur, Raena. Besides, what you call play is more like bein’ a pest. You know, like me’s piddle purroblems. Mommy insists that me splain to everypawdy why me was avoidin’ the pawtty box, so they wouldn’t think mommy be mistreatin’ me and overlookin’ me bein’ sick. Furst me wants to meow fank you fur your concern, but me’s pawtty box issues are more behavioral and have a name…RaenaBelle the mighty huntress.
You blame me fur everythin’ sissy. It ain’t right, just not right at all. I’s gonna tell mommy you’re bein’ mean to me.
Hmmmmpht Go ahead Raena, you’re fur sure to blame here. Some of ya’ may ‘member back when sis Lexi got sick and had trouble balancin’. Mommy took the covers off our pawtty boxes to help her. Then when Raena showed up, she kept tryin’ to play with me’s tail while me was takin’ care of business; so we had to get a new pawtty box with a lid. Things were goin’ purretty well till this summer, when Raena took up layin’ in wait on top of the pawtty box. Me swears, the girl never stops. Anyways, bein’ the ambush hunter she is, she started tryin’ to whacky paw me while me was usin’ the facilities. So, me’s only recourse was to pawtty somewhere else…the floor and then the piddle pads. Most of this has been worked out, but mommy decided to leave some piddle pads down, just in case. And of course, she hopes we’ll use them fur hairballs and upset tummy hurls.
Yeah, like you’d actually try to hit a piddle pad sissy. When you need to hurl, you just stand up and let ‘er rip no matter where you are.
That’s not true Raena, me hit the piddle pad just the other day.
Sure you did sissy. That was after lettin’ a big chunk go on the floor and mommy runnin’ over to try to put somethin’ unner you. You took off runnin’ down the hall and hit the edge of a piddle pad.
Still, me did hit it Raena and that’s all that counts. Anyways, ‘nuff ‘bout all that. What did you think of our new dinner plates that we won?
I’s thinkin’ I’s gonna like ‘em sissy. At furst I’s was a little ‘fraid of ‘em. But hey, they hold more than our current dishes, so that’s a win in mine’s book. Now we just gotta convince mommy to fill ‘em up.
Me agrees Raena. No sense in lettin’ all that space go to waste. Me knows you like that they’re shallow cuz of your smashed face.
Mine’s face isn’t smashed sissy. I’s just got a short nose. Mommy says I’s bootyful, even with mine’s short nose.
Whatever Raena. Hey did you see me’s new get up fur the Cat Scout choir auditions?
I’s did sissy. Can I’s use it too? I’s luvs to sing. Maybe we can record a song and dedicate it to mommy. We’re so Blest to have such a pawsum mommy, and I’s sure she’d luvs to hear us sing a song to her.
We’ll see Raena. Furst me has to figger out how to set up everythin’. But you’re purrobably right, mommy would luv us to sing together. She luvs any kind of togetherness. And, since me’s been hangin’ out with ya’ll all week in spite of the storms, she’s on cloud nine right now.
That’s true sissy. I’s know we’re both very purroud of you fur overcomin’ your fears.
How many times does me have to tell ya’, me’s not afraid Raena. Me just didn’t see any need to hunt UTB this week.
Sure sissy, whatever you meow. Anyways…I’s wanna give fanky fanks fur you and mommy. I’s so Blest to be a pawrt of our family. And, we’re so Blest to have such amazin’ furiends. And meowin’ of furiends, I’s was thinkin’ we could have a Carnivale themed pawrty to celebrate your birthday and gotchaday. You know, like in Venice. What do you think? I’s thinkin’ everypawdy could throw on their bestest carnivale masks and send us their fotos. We could even have a contest fur the bestest outfit.
That sounds like fun Raena. You just might pull of me’s pawrty after all. Me can’t wait to see all our furiends dressed up fur the pawrty. Let’s wrap this up fur now so me can go and find me’s own mask. As we do each week, we’d like to remind you all to take a minute today and every day to Give Thanks fur the Blessings in your lives. Fank you fur bein’ Blessings in ours.
Don’t furget the Sunday Selfies with the Kitties Blue.
And, there’s still time to enter our Piddle Pad give away here.
Put on your Carnivale masks, your best duds and send your foto too: firstname.lastname@example.org
Till the next time…………………………………………………Be Blest!!!
Dezi: Vibrant Blue
Raena: Navy Blue
Luv and Hugs and Kitty Kisses
Deztinee and RaenaBelle
Hey, is anypawdy out there? It’s me, RaenaBelle. I’s gotta tell ya’, looks like Spring furinally showed up. Bird teevee has been all a’flutter. MOL Altho’ mommy said based on the weather guessers estimates, she only brought an overnight bag. Guess she won’t be stayin’ long. I’s sure hope Summer packs more days than Old Man Winter. I’s just don’t like him and all that cold and nasty he brings with him. Don’t you agree sissy?
Hisssssssssss GRrrrrrrrrr (Dezi runs down the hall toward the bedroom and stops at the door to hiss again.)
Wait, sissy, where…(Suddenly there’s a knock on the door and Raena runs toward the hall and stops behind mommy A’s sitting chair while mommy goes to answer the door. Mommy A and the manager exchange some words and seem to make a plan fur something in June. Mommy A returns to her sitting chair and Raena runs over and jumps in her lap.) What was that all ‘bout mommy? Sissy, you can come back now, it’s just mommy and me again. So…What’s up mommy?
Didn’t you pay attention Raena? They’ve been plannin’ a community garage sale. They were s’posed to have it this weekend, but ‘pawrently that doesn’t work fur some of the residents, so now they’re gonna have it in June.
A garage sale? What’s a garage sale, sissy? Do we even have a garage to sell?
(Dezi shakes her head) No Raena, we don’t have a garage, mommy should’a said a yard sale. But, either way, we’re not sellin’ the yard or a garage. Ya’ know humans, or at least some of them get all cleany like come Spring. They call it Spring Cleaning. Mommy plans to clean out some of the stuffs she doesn’t need or want anymore and put it out fur other peeps to come and buy. Ya’ know, one purrson’s trash is another purrson’s treasure.
Uh, She ain’t sellin’ us is she?
What would even make you ask that question, silly? We’re not trash fur sure, but more ‘purrtantly, mommy luvs and needs us. There’s no way mommy would ever sell us. We’re mommy’s Treasures. Me wishes every kitty knew what it was like to be somepawdy’s Treasure.
Whew!!! I’s agree sissy, it’s such a pawsum feelin’ to know you’re Treasured. Anyways, all this stuffs mommy’s gonna sell, it ain’t none of our stuffs right sissy? I’s mean, just cuz we may not play with certain toys doesn’t mean we don’t want ‘em.
(Dezi starts digging through the toy box and rolling around in the nip smell.) Nah Raena, me doesn’t think mommy would sell any of our stuffs. She’s got purrlenty of junk all her own to get rid of. But, it does mean there’s gonna be all kinds of strange peeps in our yard all day. Me hopes mommy can sell everythin’ so she can buy us some extra treats or somethin’.
Extra treats, sissy? I’s thinkin’ I’s might like this garage sale thing. I’s gonna help mommy pick out stuffs to sell, right after I’s finish mine’s brekky and maybe a short meownin’ nap. (Raena hears a rumbling coming from the sky.) Uh sissy, I’s thinkin’ we’re in fur a storm today. You’re not gonna go hide UTB (under the bed) are ya’?
How many times does me have to tell ya’, me’s NOT HIDIN’, me’s checkin’ fur intruders!!! Meowin’ of me’s bravado, did you see that me’s been chosen as the featured Scout at Cat scouts?
Sure sissy, whatever you meow, and a meowsy big Concats on your feature. Mommy and me are very purroud of you. Let’s finish brekky right quick and try to visit some furiends befur the weather gets bad.
Till the next time………………………………………………Be Blest!!!
Raena: Navy Blue
Dezi: Vibrant Blue
Luvs and Hugs and Kitty Kisses