Tuesday, June 30, 2009

♥Miss Camille Suzanne celebrates Toesy Tuesday♥

Miss Camille Suzanne says that a lady must keep the tops of her toes just as clean, soft and cuddly as she does on the bottom and in between her purr-ecious pink and white jelly beans. A pro-purr lady must purr-sent herself in the best possible way all day and every day.

Monday, June 29, 2009

Miss Aurora Katrina takes matters into her own paws

Finding out that Santa put her brofur Forrest on the naughty list during his mid-year "naughty or nice" evaluation, Miss Aurora Katrina was so upset that she got high on some Cuban 'nip and knocked the snot out of Santa's head elf, Ernie.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Please join Confucius Cat and us kittiez this Sunday an' PURR FOR PEACE!

Today the four of us kittiez will be PURRING FOR PEACE which has been coordinated by Confucius Cat over at his bloggy! Our world needs lotz and many and plenty of peaceful purrs because there are so many 'beans who are struggling and sad.

Please go over to let Confucius Cat know dat you will purr wif him in this noble endeavor. Da timez of the GREAT PURR are listed over dere, too. Add youz name an' country to Confucius' list of purring kitties.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Caturday Kitty Catty Purr-etry or What other people think about cats

Our momma gets one of those ins-purr-ational emails ebby mornin' so she can have good thoughtz all day long. A few dayz ago dey sent to her some kitty-catty sayingz an' we told her she should share dem wif alla' youz guyz. So, here dey are along wif a loverly creation dat Zoolatry made of all four of us fur a nice gift! Isn't she sweet? You should go see alla' da great stuff she does!

BTW, we told our momma dat she didn't hab ta share alla' da pohums but she said she just couldn't pick out da bestest ones cuz dey was all da bestest☺

To bathe a cat takes brute force, perseverance, courage of conviction - and a cat. The last ingredient is usually hardest to come by. ~Stephen Baker

I pet her and she pays me back in purrs. ~Star Richés

Cats are the ultimate narcissists. You can tell this because of all the time they spend on personal grooming. Dogs aren't like this. A dog's idea of personal grooming is to roll on a dead fish. ~James Gorman

The best kind of alarm clock is the purring kind. ~Alexis F. Hope

Cats as a class, have never completely got over the snootiness caused by that fact that in Ancient Egypt they were worshipped as gods. ~P.G. Wodehouse

Some people say man is the most dangerous animal on the planet. Obviously those people have never met an angry cat. ~Lillian Johnson

Time spent with cats is never wasted. ~May Sarton

A cat is a lion in a jungle of small bushes. ~Indian Proverb

People meeting for the first time suddenly relax if they find they both have cats. And plunge into anecdote. ~Charlotte Gray

Any household with at least one feline member has no need for an alarm clock. ~Louise A. Belcher

Who would believe such pleasure from a wee ball o' fur? ~Irish Saying

Dogs have owners, cats have staff. ~Author Unknown

One must love a cat on its own terms. ~Paul Gray

The sun rose slowly, like a fiery furball coughed up uneasily onto a sky-blue carpet by a giant unseen cat. ~Michael McGarel

A kitten is the most irresistible comedian in the world. Its wide-open eyes gleam with wonder and mirth. It darts madly at nothing at all, and then, as though suddenly checked in the pursuit, prances sideways on its hind legs with ridiculous agility and zeal. ~Agnes Repplier

Dogs eat. Cats dine. ~Ann Taylor

She clawed her way into my heart and wouldn't let go. ~Missy Altijd

Of all the toys available, none is better designed than the owner himself. A large multipurpose plaything, its parts can be made to move in almost any direction. It comes completely assembled, and it makes a sound when you jump on it. ~Stephen Baker

No matter how much the cats fight, there always seem to be plenty of kittens. ~Abraham Lincoln

The dog may be wonderful prose, but only the cat is poetry. ~French Proverb

The cat has always been associated with the moon. Like the moon it comes to life at night, escaping from humanity and wandering over housetops with its eyes beaming out through the darkness. ~Patricia Dale-Green

Ignorant people think it is the noise which fighting cats make that is so aggravating, but it ain't so; it is the sickening grammar that they use. ~Mark Twain

Cats never strike a pose that isn't photogenic. ~Lillian Jackson Braun

Who hath a better friend than a cat? ~William Hardwin

Nobody who is not prepared to spoil cats will get from them the reward they are able to give to those who do spoil them. ~Compton MacKenzie

A cat is a puzzle for which there is no solution. ~Hazel Nicholson

Always the cat remains a little beyond the limits we try to set for him in our blind folly. ~Andre Norton

When a cat chooses to be friendly, it's a big deal, because a cat is picky. ~Mike Deupree

If purring could be encapsulated, it'd be the most powerful anti-depressant on the pharmaceutical market. ~Alexis F. Hope

He liked companionship, but he wouldn't be petted, or fussed over, or sit in anyone's lap a moment; he always extricated himself from such familiarity with dignity and with no show of temper. If there was any petting to be done, however, he chose to do it. Often he would sit looking at me, and then, moved by a delicate affection, come and pull at my coat and sleeve until he could touch my face with his nose, and then go away contented. ~Charles Dudley Warner

Even overweight, cats instinctively know the cardinal rule: when fat, arrange yourself in slim poses. ~John Weitz

In the middle of a world that had always been a bit mad, the cat walks with confidence. ~Rosanne Amberson

Our perfect companions never have fewer than four feet. ~Colette

The cat does not offer services. The cat offers itself. Of course he wants care and shelter. You don't buy love for nothing. Like all pure creatures, cats are practical. ~William S. Burroughs

One cat just leads to another. ~Ernest Hemingway

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Forrest celebrates Wordless Wednesday

I'm not talkin' an' don't try ta make me!

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Rosemary J♥Y celebrates Thrifty Tuesday

Hey, Camille, look what momma bought fur uz over at da Goodwill Store. She sayz dat it iz a baby bed but dat we can use it here on da sun-porch fur nappin' an' snugglin'. I'm first in so you has ta wait youz turn, OK?

I ♥ our new bed an' I think I'll take me a baf before my snooze. Momma always has her eyes peeled ta get us stuff ta cuddle into soz we has safe places ta nappie away from da big dogz noses an' paws. We gotz us some good momma, yes, we does.

Momma put our new snoozin' bed up high soz we feel safe when we has our eyes closed tight. Momma is always thinkin' of our comfort an' happy-ness. Momma sayz dat da Goodwill Store has some good things in it fur us kittiez. All ya gotta do is think of new wayz ta use it! I feel yike a purr-incess in dis bed way up high!

Friday, June 19, 2009

Miss Camille Suzanne searches for the meaning of the box

Does this box make my floofy butt look big?

Does this box show my best side?

I don't want to talk about boxes anymore! Bye-bye!

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Sugar 'n spice 'n everything nice on Toesie Tuesday

Rosemary JOY wishes to share her highly polished, soft as a baby's bottom, sweetly smelling calico toesies on Toesie Tuesday. She would also like everyone to know that her momma thinks her toes feel like the silky, tiny cat-kins you find on Pussy Willows in the springtime.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Miss Camille Suzanne - Easy like Sunday morning

Miss Camille Suzanne wishes to show one and all how silky, soft, floofy, white and whipped cream wonderful she keeps her lovely self in order to receive admiration and worship from her subjects the dogs and cats whom she purr-mits to reside in her castle.

Friday, June 12, 2009

Three Little Kittens: If I could put time in a bottle...

I think we've all done it...sat down to take on a task and then something happens...you see an image or memento that gently tugs at your heart. That happened to me today in such a bittersweet way as I was purging some files in my laptop. I found a picture I took nearly a decade ago and time stood still for me, if even just for a little while.

Camille and Rosemary, along with my son's cat, Zoe' (far right) will all turn 8 years old this summer. Now, that's not all that elderly for a cat, but nonetheless, it is eight years and that is a significant amount of time no matter how you count the days, weeks, months and years. In the photo they are about 6 months old. Where did it go? What happened to the three, little kittens that were rescued oh, so long ago? The little kittens that would run willy-nilly from room to room of my house flinging themselves into the air, landing on a dime only to scurry away to begin again? The little kittens who would arch their backs and hop sideways, tail pointing to the clouds as they assaulted an imaginary foe. The time slipped away so quickly.
A litter of kittens that I fostered, 2004

Those of us who cannot imagine living without being surrounded by animals pay a huge price with broken hearts and many tears when there is no more time left and we have to say a painful good-bye to a little life that we've cherished. We moan and we sob and we rail against the fates and our bodies shudder with the pain of unimaginable sorrow.

Scout, 2003, the year he entered my heart

But after a time, we dry our eyes and begin to smile again and begin to plan again - for the new arrival, a new beginning. That little kitten or playful pup or maybe that graying senior in need of a home who caught our eye when we last visited the shelter - and we have a home, we have the room. A home that will open its doors wide to new life and new love and new hope and new smiles. We won't think of a time long into the future where illness will tear us apart, because we have to prepare. We have to turn feathers into monsters for little paws to hunt. Or possibly we need to grab a chubby, little body to run outside so we can say, "Go potty outside", as we stand in the dark hoping the neighbors don't see what we're wearing. We do it all over again without looking back at the pain - the circle of life - and what a life it is for us - the crazy cat people and the wacky dog folks. I can't imagine spending my time any other way - ain't life grand?
Savannah Leigh, 1993 - 2007

I'd like to end this post with the lyrics of an old Jim Croce song, Time in a Bottle. I loved the words in 1972 and I love them even more now. They have a deeper meaning for me now than when I was a kid.

If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day
Till Eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you

If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then
Again, I would spend them with you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with

If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty
Except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Betcha you can't l♥ve just one, the story of Aurora Katrina

Dis is me, Aurora Katrina, who iz now nine yearz old. Dis iz my baby picky-ture when I came ta live wif my momma in her house. I was da furst kitty-catty dat momma ebber brought into her house. Momma wasn't a "cat purr-son" because she was a "dog purr-son" and ebby 'bean in rescue knewz dat in our town.

On a dark 'n rainy 'n cold day, momma gotz a phone callz dat a widdle kitten was tossed out a car window an' had a gimpy leg (dey flung me by my leg) an' fleas an' wormz an' ear bugs an' it was cold an' rainy outside an' da lady on the talkie phone sayz dat no one else would takez da kitten inta' der house. Not one ta ebber say nos when a little furry waz needin' helpz, momma said she would go an' get da baby kitty an' foster it just for over nightz cuz she said she had doggies an' dat she didn't yike kitties. Momma tooked me ta da dog-tor right away an' gotz all kindz of medicine fur me ta gits better. By da next day I was feelin' so comfy an' purrin' my berry bestest purrs fur momma soz she would see dat I yiked her lotz. I thinkz it worked, too, cuz I nebber left an' momma sayz dat I waz da one dat made magic in her h♥art showin' her dat kittiez was purr-ty special.

Dat was dat back den. I am the one dat made my momma inta' a kitty-catty purr-son frum dat timez on. We still haz da doggies in da house but after me three more kittiez gotz ta move in one-by-one, a widdle yike Noahz Ark. Momma sayz dat 'doptin' me waz da bestest thing ebber an' I sayz dat my momma iz da bestest momma ebber.

Monday, June 8, 2009

Forrest receives shocking news on Mancat Monday

During his mid-year naughty or nice evaluation, Forrest is shocked when Santa tells him he's on the naughty list.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

♥When dere's sniffs ta sniff ya gotta sniff♥

I ♥ fresh, tender flowers frum da gardenz

Sometimez, a blossom smellz so good dat

♥I need ta give it a little kiss♥
Pee-ess: Lily of the Valley is poisonous to cats...all parts. Miss Camille Suzanne was allowed to sniff, not eat and then they were put where she can't reach the blossoms.

Saturday, June 6, 2009

L♥ve grows where my Rosemary goes & nobody knows like me

Rosemary JOY 'n her momma, 2001
Effury kitty must haz at least one of dose pickie-tures dat showz dem in not da bestest purr-sible light. Well, taday momma was taking something called a USB upstairs to her office where the PC lives and sucking things into that little white dangle thingie (sure would make a good toy) and den bringin' stuff down here ta da lappie-top so da lappie-top could suck it out.

Well, what-da-ya-know, dere it was, a pickie-ture of my momma kissin' my little white belly when I was still havin' ta live at da shelterz cuz I was only three weekz old and needed momma-cat milk an' couldn't leave yet. Momma would come ta vizit me ebby day. When I would heard her voice, I would stop what I was doin' an' run, run, run ta da front of my cage an' MEOW as biggie as I could soz she'd know I was dere an' all set fur our cuddle time together.

She would come an' git me and sometimez I would ride around in her pocket and sometimes she would carry me in a blankie and sometimes my belly would be stuck to her face and she'd keep sucking on me saying she was kissin' me...really?

I know I might not lookz too happy to youz wif mommaz face stuck on my belly but I really waz because I knew I was one of the chosen kittens. I had a home. It was just a mtter of time. Now dat I'm here...it's da bestest time of all!