Forrest celebrates Wordless Wednesday

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

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!

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!

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

♥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.

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!

♥The purr-ecious gift of friendship all the way from California♥

Miss Camille Suzanne is feelin' the love all the way from Rufus Raves who lives in a place named California. Miss Camille entered a drawing for her momma ta win a book from Rufus so her momma could cuddle her white floof 'n poof into her momma lappie and read good stories to her.

Camille Suzanne sayz very many mucho thankies ta Rufus an' his mommy fur da nicest gift...furend-ship! Momma sayz dat we iz gonna be cuddlin' in da sun porch diz weekend an' reading wunnerful kitty storiez!

Rosemary JOY celebrates a purr-fect Wordless Wednesday

Rosemary JOY in purr-fect repose on this peaceful Wordless Wednesday

Miss Mazie Grace need all da purr-ayers you can make today fur her eye opera-shun

Thusday iz da dayz Miss Mazie Grace is getting her eyes operated on by her dog-tor. It is reely, reely imprtant fur alla' us ta keep right on purr-ayin' fer this kind and gentle lady. She's not a complainer and she doesn't make any troublez so it'z time Miss Mazie Grace gets some good stuff in one of her nine lives. She was 'posed ta hab it da other day but da dog-tor had ta makez different planz. We need ta surround diz very deserving little girl in l♥ve.

Click on the purr-ty pickie-ture of Miss Mazie Grace and you will be able to visit her house on da inner-nets. Mazie Grace nebber complainz and she is a good furend ta her kitty-catty brofurs and sisfurs. Even if Miss Mazie Grace could see half better dat would be good too, so purr-ay an' purr-ay, please, oh, please.

Miss Camille Suzanne shares her remarkable toes on Toesie Tuesday

Today, I Camille Suzanne, wish to present my ever soft and ever clean and ever enviable toesies on this Toesie Tuesday. Although I have demonstrated the cleanliness and immaculate condition of my little, pink jelly bean toes (someone else's description), I believe that the floofy, velvet, sweet and purr-ecious tops of my toes deserve to have the same amont of admiration and envy. Note the whipped cream consistency of the furs and the purr-etty, little tufties curling off to the sides and fronts that entice you to want to kiss these toes of mine...and, that has been done, believe me, by many...my public just can't resist my toes as maginicent as they are to see and to feel and to kiss.