Whiskers & Purrs

One Word Wednesday: Home

Dearest peoples on the innernets,

This is all of us speakin'.  Today is One Word Wednesday.  Our word today is "home".  Havin' a home is the most wonnerful thing in the whole wide world.  All of us in The Gang used to be homeless and skeert, but we ain't no mores.  Bein' safe, loved and gittin' good foods is what every kitty needs and deserves.  We are all real thankfuls we gots each other and the Whiskers & Purrs House to live in. 

Not every kitty is as blessed as us, though.  Lotsa kitties are homeless and that makes us very sad.  Our dear Aunt Doktor Dugan has a heart of gold and has taked in a lotta kitties that desperately need to find homes.  They is all real healthy but are just waitin' to find their forever mommy and/or daddy.  We wanna try to help so we telled Aunt Doktor Dugan that we would put their pictures and let them tell all of our dear friends on the innernets their stories and how much they want a home.  If you live in the central Virginia area or even the Mid-Atlantic area and would be willin' to open up your heart and home to these wonnerful peoples, please let us know at thekidsATwhiskersandpurrsDOTcom.

Tiger

Hello! My name is Tiger.  I am 1 year and 4 months old. I have lived with my sister Angel all my life. Our Mommy loved us very much but she lost her job and had to move in with family members. For some reason she couldn't take us. It really broke her heart. And her 2 kids were devastated too. So Aunt Dr. Dugan promised them she would find us a new forever home, together. We are extremely sweet and playful. Here is Angel, to tell you more.

Angel

Hi! I'm Angel.  Aunt Dr. Dugan had to take my picture through this fence, because whenever she gets within 10 feet of me with a camera, I run over and kiss it! My brother Tiger and I are living in this nice foster home with Aunt Dr. Dugan, and we have a huge fenced back yard just for kitties. It's 10 feet tall so we can't get out and others can't get in. Which is good because all of us foster kids here are declawed. See, we all used to have wonderful indoor-only homes, so we're trying not to get used to this fun thing called going outside. Aunt Dr. Dugan has these amazing kitty cat yards, but we know our new folks might not have them. (Aunt Dr. Dugan could teach you about cat fences...)

Here we are, playing in our fence:

 We can run up the ramp and into the windows any time we please.

                         
When I say "all us foster kids" it's because there are 7 of us here right now. And the unbelievable thing is that 2 of the others are my actual brother and sister, from the same Mama Cat, go figure?! We didn't see each other for over a year, but when Aunt Dr. Dugan took us in, we found out our brother Snowy and sister Jazzy had a sad tale too. Here's Snowy.

Snowy Bird-Watching

Hey ya'll - I'm sorry not to turn your way but do you see that cardinal eating the seed Aunt Dr. Dugan put out???????????????? I just can't take my eyes off it - wish I could get my paws on it...But I know Aunt Dr. Dugan wouldn't like that. I better go back inside and help Jazzy tell you about us.

Jazzy & Snowy

Whew - I'm worn out from intense bird-watching. Jazzy - you talk to the folks.

Jazzy explains...

Snowy excused himself so I'll tell you our story. Aunt Dr. Dugan rescued our Mama Cat, and she found loving homes for Mama and all of us kittens, 2 at a time. Our human Mommie raised us exactly the same but something went wrong with Snowy. Instead of remaining petite and adorable like Mama, me, Angel, and Tiger,  he just kept growing and growing and growing. I tease him and call him the big moose! He's nice, though, and doesn't boss anybody around even though he could! Well, it broke our hearts when our Mommie got real sick and had to call Aunt Dr. Dugan to come get us. So Aunt Dr. Dugan brought us home for foster care, and told our family (just like she told Tiger and Angel's family) that she would keep Snowy and me together and not let us be split up.

Jazzy

We like it here but it's pretty crowded and we miss having a home where we are the center of attention.  Let me pass the microphone to another couple of sisters, who aren't actual littermate sisters, but who want to stay with each other, just like Snowy and me.

Thelma & Louise

Good Day to you all.  Our names are Thelma and Louise. We are 4 and 7 years old. Our family moved away and took us to the Animal Shelter. We don't understand why - we have never done anything wrong in our whole lives. We felt so hurt and rejected. We were there for 3 months, and then Aunt Dr. Dugan discovered us and immediately paid the adoption price to get us out of there. She says we are "perfect" and she promised us, just like the other kitties you have met today, that she would always keep us together.  We know those promises make it kind of hard for Aunt Dr. Dugan to find us homes. A lot of people tell her they just want one of us. But she says a promise is a promise, so we have relaxed and we know we'll never be separated.

We have 2 really young kittens here too, but they haven't seen the photographer yet. Aunt Dr. Dugan captured them in a Havahart trap, 'cause they were freezing and starving! The little tortoiseshell tabby girl has good sense and became tame and affectionate right away. The little orange boy is silly and still doesn't know if he can trust a human! If you have a gentle heart to work with him so he will learn that people ARE nice, Aunt Dr. Dugan sure could use the help!
 
Well, thank you all for listening to our stories and caring about our futures.

With hope,
Aunt Dr. Dugan's foster kids. 

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One Word Wednesday: Favoritest

Hi to all the peoples on the innernets.  This is Elsie Fallulah Graves speakin'.  Today is One Word Wednesday.  Today's word is "Favoritest".  I gots me lotsa favoritest things.  For example...

1. My favortest supper is Savory Salmon Fancy Feast.  Nom nom nom nom...it's so delishus! 
2. My favoritest place to sleep is the pillow next to mommy. 
3. My favoritest naptime activity is to have my lovely rump brushed by mommy.
4. My favoritest boy cat is Ricky.  He is in heaven now but watches over me every single day.
5. My favoritest boy human is Anderson Cooper...he is SO dreamy!

Sometimes, a person can be somebody's favoritest thing.  For example...I am mommy's most favoritest girl named Elsie Fallulah.  And, I just know that I would be Anderson Cooper's most favoritest girl cat if he could just meet me...(BIG SIGH...)

And, finally, sometimes stuff can be your least favoritest things, too.  For example, the big dumb doofus woman that was very rude and disrespectfuls to mommy yesterday when they was at a special off-site meeting at work.  Itsa long story...just know mommy realizes there's a very speshul reason she has 12 cats in her house and no humans.  She says humans are her least favoritest beasts.

It is very important that you have more favoritest things than not-so-favoritest things.  This is the key to havin' a wonnerful life...my favoritest things make me very happy.

Very truly yours,
Miss Elsie Fallulah

PS...Havin' my brothers pull a April Fool's trick on my yesterday is NOT one of my favoritest things!

One Word Wednesday: Stealers

To all the peoples on the innernet,

This is Freddy speakin'.  We have had so much drama and personal strife goin' on in our busy lifes that we has forgotted to do our "One Word Wednesday" thingy for, oh I don't no, 'bout eleventy-three weeks.  We is sorry 'bout that.  We is gonna make up for that today.

Today's one word is "stealers".  We don't like stealers.  Stealers is mean people.  Stealers take stuff that don't belong to them and try to act as though it does belong to them.  Stealers should all go to jail...mommy says they should all go to !#$%...uh, we ain't sure what that means but we think it is a real bad word that we ain't allowed to say.

See, we discovered that there is a blog owned by somebody in Russia that has been stealin' pictures of us and puttin' 'em on their blog.  They ain't givin' us no credit for them pictures...they is pretendin' the pictures belong to them.  Picture stealers are real bad peoples.  Mommy leaved them a email tellin' 'em to STOP IT...STOP IT NOW! 

Yep...picture stealers are real bad peoples.

Very truly yours,
Freddy Astaire Graves III

One Word Wednesday: Hidey-Place

To all the peoples on the innernets,

This is Mademoiselle Coco Chanel speakin'.  Today is one word Wednesday and mommy says I gits to pick our word.  Today's word is "hidey-place".  Okay, it's two words...so, sue me.  This is a very important word. 

Sometimes a woman needs to have a place to go to git 'way from everybody when they is gittin' on her nerves.  This here picture shows my favorite hidey-place...in between the shower curtain and the liner.  I hide here lots...mommy never thinks to look here when she can't find me and she starts to thinkin' for sure that I have gotted outta the house.  It's real fun to be in your hidey-place when mommy starts to freak out 'cause she thinks you is gone forever.  It's specially fun when she starts cryin'...you can really know that she loves you when that happens.

You can use your hidey-place when somebody new comes into the house...like repairmen, delivery peoples, and mommy's friends that you don't know.  That way, you can watch 'em but they don't even know you is there.  You can see 'em when they starts to go through mommy's stuff when they is in the bathroom...you can identify who the Mr. & Mrs. Snoopy Snooperson's are.

You can also use your hidey-place when you just need to meditate and relax.  Elsie's hidey-place is actually out in the open but sometimes when you is in the "zone" it don't matter if your hidey-place is actually hided.  It's basically just your "place" without the hidey part.  Peoples just know to leave you alone 'cause you is "zonin".

Everybody's hidey-place is different.  Where is your special zonin'-out hidey-place?

Very truly yours,
Mademoiselle Coco Chanel

One Word Wednesday: Sad

This is Miss Elizabeth Taylor and Fergie speakin'.  Today is One Word Wednesday and mommy says we gits to pick today's word.  Since we is so upset 'cause Felix is in the hospital, we have decided today's word is "Sad".  "Sad" ain't a very nice person.  He makes you hurt on the inside.  He makes you wanna kiss and snuggle with somebody that can't be with you 'cause they is at the hospital gittin' enema's in their very extra special private places.

Sometimes "Sad" makes you cry.

When mean ol' "Sad" comes to visit, you just gots to find a friend and take care of each other.

Come home soon, Felix.  We love you.

Very truly yours,
Miss Elizabeth Taylor & Fergie the Duchess of Huntsmoor

One Word Wednesday...Pussicatification

To all the people on the innernets,

This here is Miss Elizabeth Taylor speakin'.  Mommy says that I gits to pick the one word for our One Word Wednesday thingy.  Today's word is "pussicatification".  Now there are some peoples out there that may not unnerstand that word.  Them is the people that don't have no sense. The peoples that do unnerstand are the peoples that really really REALLY matter in the world. 

Pussicatification is the process of pussy cats makin' stuff right...ya know...leavin' their mark on the world.  For examples...in our house, it's really easy to see the results of pussicatification...kitty cat hair has been strategically placed on every flat/non-flat/semi-flat surface in the house.  That's the pussicatification of our house.  Do not even think 'bout suckin' up the kitty cat hair we have worked so hard to place with the big loud sucker-upper ...we will come right behind you and pussicatify everything you have worked so hard to clean.

Another type of pussicatification is the strategic placement of tinkles on as many surfaces in the house and/or your mommy as you can find.  Senator Henry Jackson Edward Graves III is the master of tinkle pussicatification in our house.  Let's see...mommy's pillows, mommy's bed, mommy's clothes, mommy's leg, the couch, the chairs, the dining room table, the dining room chairs, the hot thingy's on the stove, the kitchen sink...I think you git my drift...there ain't a place in the house that the Senator ain't tried to pussicatify.

Other examples of pussicatification are the very strategic and well-thought-out fingernail skratches we leave on our furniture...interior dekoratin' just ain't complete without our artistic touch. Then there's the very-important "scent" of the house...this must be pussicatified in order for a home to have that "lived-in" feel to it.  All 12 of us work together on that one to ensure we have a constant and consistent aroma from the 473 pounds of poo we manufacture every single day.

That's it for now...gotta go do me some pussicatifyin' right now!

Very truly yours,
Miss Elizabeth Taylor

Oops!

Hi.  This is Elizabeth Taylor speakin'.  We made a mistake.  Yesterday was Wednesday...we is supposed to do our "One Word Wednesday" thingy but we forgitted.  It was all mommy's fault.  She made us git up at 4:00 in the mornin' on both Tuesday and Wednesday...how is we supposed to think straight when we gots to git up in the middle of the dang night like that?

Anyways...mommy says I gits to pick our "one word" and we will do it today instead of yesterday.  I have decided our one word is "Oops".  See, oopses fall into a couple of categories and can have lots of different causes:

1. Oops, I tinkled on mommy's pillow.  Them kinds of oopses happen 'cause sometimes it just feels good to tinkle on mommy's pillow.  Ain't no real cause for it...it's just a nice break from havin' to go to the box and step over somebody's stinky poo in order to take care of your business.
2. Oops, I made vomit on the dinin' room table.  Mommy thinks thats an awful oops...we tend to disagree...when you gots to make vomit, you just gots to make vomit and you can't help where it is.  We think mommy is unreasonable on this one.
3. Oops, I knocked the lamp off the table.  This one ain't really an oops...we likes to rearrange the furniture everyone once inna while.  We just happen to think the lamp looks better on the floor with the lamp shade all cockeyed and crazy.  Again, we think mommy is unreasonable on this and has bad taste in furniture 'rrangements.
4. Oops, I passed gas in your face while you was sleepin'.  Again, we don't see what the big deal is...when nature calls, we can't control it.  Mommy says we shouldn't sleep on the pillow when she is snoozin...we think she shouldn't sleep on OUR pillow when we is in the mood to let a few rip.
5. Oops, I pooped in the floor right at the bottom of the stairs.  Again, see #1.  Sometimes it's just the right thing to do.  Sorry if you walk down the stairs in the middle of the night and find our surprise...maybe you should turn the lights on, mommy.

There is probably lotsa other oopses...but these are the major categories.  We don't think they is all "oopses" but mommy sure does.  Oopses are gonna happen...just git over it, mommy.

Very truly yours,
Miss Elizabeth Taylor

One Word Wednesday...Boogers

Hi.  This is Coco speakin'.  It has been a long long time since I've writed anything for the innernets.  The last time I was on here, I was in the process of havin' mommy fuss at me.  Now, of course, you all know that that's just flat out wrong.  How could mommy fuss at ME?  I'm just a very shy and sweet girl...you really MUST read all 'bout it HERE.  You tell me if you think it's okay.  I mean, it don't matter that I disappeared for about eleventy-five hours and had mommy thinkin' I had runned far away.  It was for her own good!  It helped her realize how very much she loves and needs me, for goodness sake!

Anyways, I just wanted to say hello and debut the "One Word Wednesday" section on this here innernet site.  From now on, Wednesday's will be reserved for discussion and exploration of a single word.  This week mommy says I gits to pick the word. 

I have decided that today's word is Boogers.  Boogers are awful and mean, mean, mean.  When you gits boogers in your head, you hurt all over.  It's funny how that works...you gots the boogers in your nose but your toe nails hurt.  The only way you can git rid of boogers is if you blow 'em outta your head.  It particularly helps if you blow your boogers all over the furniture, on the table and all over your mommy just before she walks outta the door to go to work.  What's she doin' leavin' you when you gots the boogers anyways?  Serves her right!  When you gots boogers, you gots to take anti-booger medicine.  It's nasty, peoples, real nasty.  And, once you git your boogers, everybody else in the family gits 'em, too.  They is some real mean things, them ol' boogers are.

That's all I gots to say 'bout boogers. 

Very truly yours,
Mademoiselle Coco Channel