Raena: Hey You!!! Bully lady (apartment manager), what are you doin’ to our car? Mommy, What’s the bully lady doin’ with our car? Don’t you be takin’ no fotos of our car!!! Just go on and get away, ya’ hear?!!
Dezi: RaenaBelle, what in the world are you growlin’ and hissin’ ‘bout over there?
Raena: Y, Don’t you see her sissy? She’s there behind that tree. That mean o’l bully lady’s walkin’ ‘round checkin out our car in the pawrkin’ lot with her camera. I’s don’t know what she’s doin’, cuz our car’s fine and mommy pawrked t’ween the lines, unlike some peeps out here.
She’s just tryin’ to find another way to harass mommy Raena. Don’t worry ‘bout it, let mommy do the worryin’. The mean lady just can’t stand it that we still live here in spite of all her attempts to get rid of us. Mommy’s still workin’ on the purrticulars of her complaint over the whole lease fiasco, she’ll just have to add this to it. Me swears, it just never stops with this woman.
Yeah sissy, I’s just don’t unnerstand why she hates mommy so much?. We keep to ourselves and don’t cause any trouble, like, ever. And mommy says we pay our rent on time every month, even tho’ they just raised it by $40.00. And, unlike the woofies ‘round here, we’re not poopin’ all over the sidewalks.
Yeah Raena, me knows. But bullies just aren’t happy lessen they’re makin’ somepawdy else miserable. And when they cross somepawdy like mommy, who doesn’t back down, they just get beside themselves tryin’ to garner allies to their side and find new ways to pick on their chosen victims. Me thinks it’s totally ridiculous fur old peeps to be actin’ like 5 year olds on the playground. You’d think at some point everypawdy would just grow up and act their age.
You’d think, huh sissy? Anyways, ‘nuff ‘bout the schoolyard ‘pawrtment bully. What do you think ‘bout the hots comin’ back? Ya’ know, durin’ last weeks storms it kind’a cooled off ‘round here…a lot. But, summer came back with a vengeance this week. It’s been in the hunnerds every day.
Ain’t that the truth, Raena. Ifin it hadn’t stormed so much me might have enjoyed the cooler weather. But, since it was stormin’ all week, we couldn’t even go fur a stroll or nuffin’. There’s not much to enjoy UTB (under the bed). Meowin’ of storms, did you see the storm that happened on your married to a stranger show last night?
I’s sure did sissy. But you know, that’s what ya’ get when you get married and still troll the datin’ web sites. Somepawdy’s bound to find out. Guess we need to go deactivate all those accounts we made fur mommy on the datin’ sites. Turns out they don’t work that well. After all, nopawdy ever called mommy fur a date.
You didn’t actually give anypawdy our nummer, did you Raena? Me didn’t see anypawdy worth swipin’ right fur.
Well sissy, maybe you’re too picky like mommy. Were we s’posed to swipe somethin’? Hmmmmmmm Maybe that’s why they didn’t work. I’s ‘member seein’ one or two that might’ve been okay. Oh well, back to the drawin’ board. Maybe we can find a matchmaker. Or maybe we can find a mail order husband. Ya’ know, I’s found a new show on the tube the other night ‘bout fureigners wantin’ to marry Americans fur green cards papers.
That Raena’s left her plate again. Ifin me hurries, me can steal her noms too.
Raena, we don’t have enuff green papers to go ‘round as it is; we’re fur sure not spendin’ ‘em on somepawdy to marry mommy. Me’s thinkin’ we might oughtta take a little break and just let the chips fall where they may.
So long as they don’t fall on our track toys, sissy. Mommy does that enuff on her own. Guess we better wrap this up and finish our brekky. I’s think mommy’s headin’ back to the kitchen fur another cup of coffee, and we’ve got lots of furiends to visit. Why don’t you tell the neighbor dog to stop barkin’, it’s inneruptin’ mine’s train of thought and not mine’s idea of good dinner music.
Till the next time…………………………………………………Be Blest!!!
Raena: Navy Blue
Dezi: Vibrant Blue
Luvs and Hugs and Kitty Kisses
RaenaBelle and Deztinee
MeOW (Dezi lays on the scratcher cleaning her face after having a few bites of breakfast, when she hears a low rumble off in the distance…) Hisssssssssss Hurry Raena, we’ve gotta write our Blest Sunday posty befur the storms start up again. (Dezi looks up at mommy A sitting in the chair beside the scratcher and begins to meow) Mommy, me’s so tired of the storms. Me didn’t even get to take selfies with you and Raena.
Well whose fault is that sissy? Mommy called you like, elebenty billion times. You’re the one who chose to stay UTB (under the bed) ‘stead of comin’ out fur the foto shoot. ‘Course, I’s’ll tell ya’, you didn’t miss much. Mommy couldn’t figger out how to make the smarty pants fone camera turn ‘round; and shootin’ selfies with the regular camera was like shootin’ in the dark. And, mommy made me sit and stare into the air the whole time she messed with ‘em. She got great fotos of mine’s paws and her neck. And a few of our tummies, and the tippy tops of our heads. I’s tellin’ ya’, we’d have blooper fotos fur a year outta that one foto shoot.
Really Raena? Well, guess it’s good that mommy doesn’t claim to be a seasoned or purrfessional fotographer. Otherwise, it would really be embarrassin’. Sometimes, me thinks we could take better fotos even tho’ we don’t have any thumbs.
You’re purrobably right sissy. We did furinally get a couple of usable fotos. Fanky fank heavens. Mommy’s been so x’cited ‘bout havin’ her new teethies, and we know everypawdy wants to see ‘em, so she wasn’t ‘bout to stop till we got at least one foto. Mommy was so touched by everypawdy who said she was purretty even without makeup.
Yeah Raena, but they’ve never seen her. Ya’ know, it’s kind’a like the old barn on the farm. It’s full of memories and luv but not much to look at. But, you throw a couple coats of fresh paint on ‘er and she’s not an eyesore anymore.
Sissy?!! Are you callin’ mommy an eyesore? I’s gonna tell.
Go ahead blabber mouth. Me wasn’t callin’ mommy an eyesore. Me was just sayin’, some old barns look better with a few coats of paint. You know, mommy’s got scars and discolorations and no eyebrows. You know how self conscious she is. She gets all decked out fur her drivers license foto fur kittens sake.
That’s true sissy, she sure does. Anyways, I’s think the new teethies look purretty good. It’s fur sure nice to see mommy smilin’ again. She’s gonna need some adjustments, but ‘pawrently, that’s purrfectly normal. And as soon as we get the green papers fur more gas, mommy’ll call and make a ‘pointment. Mommy says she’s so very fanky fankful fur all the luv and suppurrt from our furiends durin’ this long purrocess. We are so very Blest to have the greatest furiends in the universe.
We are Raena. That’s why we fank God fur them every day and ask Him to Bless them and meet all their needs.
I’s luvs purrayer time sissy. I’s luvs countin’ all our Blessings. (Seeing Dezi pawing through the toy basket, Raena meows…) Sissy, what are you doin’? There’s a nip nanner right here, and a nip heart and fishy and our made with luvs by awnty Ellen, silvervine toast over there.
(Looking up and over her shoulder from the toy basket) Me knows Raena, but those aren’t the toys me wants to play with right now. Me’s sure there’s somethin’ really fun in the toy basket, me just has to dig out some of these toys on top.
But sissy, mommy just picked up all those toys and put ‘em away. I’s don’t think she’s gonna be too happy ‘bout you scatterin’ ‘em all over the floor again.
She won’t care Raena. Mommy’s always sayin’ how much she luvs to see us playin’. (Dezi pulls the top layer of toys out of the toy basket and then looks around) We sure are Blest to have so many toys. Me thinks me’d rather play with the nip heart after all. As we do every week, we’d like to remind you all to take a minute today and every day to give Thanks fur the Blessings in your life. Fank you fur bein’ Blessings in ours.
Hey sissy, don’t furget, we’re linkin’ up with the Kitties Blue fur Sunday Selfies. After all I’s had to put up with to get a usable foto of mommy’s new teethies, we’re fur sure postin’ ‘em. Truth be told, I’s totally enjoyed bein’ held by mommy. Ain’t ‘nuffin better than mommy luvvin’.
Till the next time…………………………………………..Be Blest!!!
Dezi: Vibrant Blue
Raena: Navy Blue
Luv and Hugs and Kitty Kisses
Deztinee and RaenaBelle
RaenaBelle, me sure wishes you’d act like a civilized cat and quit layin’ on the pawtty box. Some of us like a bit of purrivacy ya’ know?! And me’s tail isn’t a toy fur that matter. How would you like it ifin me whacky pawed your tail while you were usin’ the pawtty box. Or purrhaps you might get a laugh ifin me tried to trip you as you stepped outta the pawtty box, huh? RaenaBelle?!! Are you lissenin’ to me?
What’s that sissy? Did you meow somethin’? Hey, isn’t it Blest Sunday time?
(Dezi shakes her head) That selective hearin’ is gonna get you into trouble some day Raena. Me meowed purrlenty. But you’re right, it is Blest Sunday, and pawrt of fankin’ God fur our Blessings is furgivin’ those that have wronged us. So, me will furgive you fur tryin’ to trip me this meownin’, and yesfurday and the day befur and the day befur and the…
Uh, I’s think furgiveness isn’t s’posed to sound quite like that sissy. I’s think you’re just s’posed to furgive me and not actually count all the times or things you’re furgivin’ me fur. Anyways, fanky fank you. I’s furgive you too.
Fur What, Raena?! Me’s never done anythin’ to you.
What? Of course you have sissy. You eat mine’s dinner evey day. Even tho’ mommy tells you not too. But that’s okay, we’re furgivin’, and besides, mommy always makes me more when you’re not lookin’.
What?!!! (Dezi shakes her head) Whatever Raena. Is there anypawdy else you need to ‘pawlogize too? Or maybe you need to ask somepawdy to furgive you?
Nope, sissy, I’s good. How ‘bout you?
Ifin you’re good then fur sure me is, Raena. Me’s always a good girl.
Sure you are sissy. That’s why we can’t see the bathroom floor fur the piddle pads. Or the hallway floor fur that matter. All cuz you’re bein’ a good girl. Why don’t we ask mommy what she says to that?
Go ahead tattle tale. Don’t you know by now that it doesn’t matte what we do, mommy luvs us just the same?. Even you, you little pest. No matter what, mommy says we’re always Good Girls, her little angels.
I’s gonna tell mommy you’re bein’ mean to me and callin’ me names, sissy. You know she doesn’t like negative names. That’s why she calls us her little angels, even when we’re not actually actin’ like one.
Me’s sorry Raena. Kittens!!! Sometimes you can be such a brat. And me means that in the nicest pawssible sense. Let’s get to our Blessings. You know we’re the most Blestest kitty girls ever. We were reminded this past week just how Blest we truly are. While on facebutt (facebook) we were readin’ a few rescue stories of kitties saved from the mean streets of this world. It reminded us of our own humble beginnings.
So true, sissy. It doesn’t really matter where you get your start, what matters is how it all ends. Fanky fankfully, we didn’t have to wait very long fur our happily ever after, our furever story, but so many kitties do.
Life is good.
Yep Raena, our furever is amazin’ and filled with so much luv and so many pawsum furiends. We wish that ever kitty could find their happy furever, and we believe that some day that will happen. In the meantime, we’ll continue to do all we can to make that happen. We also wanna fank all of those who help kitties in need. Each life is purrecious and a Blessing. As always, we’d like to remind you all to take a minute today and every day to give Thanks fur the Blessings in your life. Fank you all fur bein’ Blessings in ours.
Life is better than good.
Don’t furget our Sunday Selfies with the Kitties Blue, sissy.
Till the next time………………………………………………Be Blest!!!
Dezi: Vibrant Blue
Raena: Navy Blue
Luv and Hugs and Kitty Kisses