Whiskers & Purrs

A Flock of Evil Boogers

Dearest peoples on the innernets,

This is all of us speakin'.  A big, nasty flock of evil boogers invaded mommy's head yesterday.  She spended the whole dang night coughin', sneezin' and tryin' to blow them nasty ol' boogers outta her head...EWWWWWwwwwww!  It was very disturbin' and disrupted our much needed sleeps the whole dang night.  Last week we putted our feets down and said she had to sleep downstairs 'cause she takes up too much room in the bed.  She didn't listen to us and has been stayin' in the bed, hoggin' all the room.  Last night was just too much.  We have officially had it.  After she finally leaves to go to work this mornin', we are gonna fix it so she won't wanna sleep in the bed with us no more...let's just say pillows make nice tinklin' places.

Boy will she be surprised when she gits home tonight!

Very truly yours,
The Whiskers & Purrs Gang

A message for mommy...

   

GO TO THE DANG DOCTOR FOR YOUR HURTY BACK NOW!

Very truly yours,
Your Chidren in the Whiskers & Purrs Gang

We are worried 'bout mommy's hurty back

Dearest peoples on the innernets,

This is Fergie the Duchess of Huntsmoor speakin'.  Today our post will be short...mommy still has the hurty inside her back.  We must tend to her....on tops of all them other things we do for her!  We are worried because it is very important that she feels better so that she will be strong enough to open them Fancy Feast cans and scoop poops.

Also, we is gonna make her go see the Mommy Vet very real soon.  See, she is real good 'bout makin' us go see the vet when we is sick but...she really sucks when she needs to go see her vet.  That ain't right.  We is gonna look on the innernets to see if there's a carrier we could shove her in and take her ourselves.  Does anybody know if there is such a thing?

Very truly yours,
The Whiskers & Purrs Gang 

A message for James Bond from the Whiskers & Purrs Gang

Dearest James Bond,

Today you made our mommy cry.  It is the second time you have made her cry.  The first time was her own fault.  But today was not.  See, when mommy went to git the leaf blower outta the storage shed this afternoon, she didn't know you was hidin' in there.  She was just as freaked out as you was when she saw you.  She didn't know whether to try to git you or just leave you alone.  She thought she might as well try to git you to go into the trap.  When you runned and almost knocked her over as you got outta the shed, it made her so sad and that's why she cried.  She knows you is skeert and just tryin' to stay alive.

Now James Bond, we need you to listen up and listen good.  We ain't gonna say this more than once.  Mommy is tryin' to help you.  She ain't tryin' to cook you up for Sunday dinner.  She wants to make sure you is okay and have a good home with lots of love, Fancy Feast and a safe place to sleep.  Right now your life is hard...real hard.  It could be so much better if you'd just cooperate.  We unnerstand how skeert you are...every single one of us in the Whiskers & Purrs Gang has been in your shoes. 

Please just try to trust...even just a little teensy tiny bit...your life will change in lots of wonnerful ways if you will just let mommy help you.  And, we don't wanna git ugly or nothin' but...DO NOT MAKE OUR MOMMY CRY NO MORES!  We ain't kiddin' on that one, James Bond.  It ain't right for you to upset our mommy so much.

Very truly yours,
The Whiskers & Purrs Gang

Mommy went and did somethin' stupid...

 
James Bond unnerneath the garden bench back in the summer

Dearest peoples on the innernets,

This is Elsie Fallulah Graves speakin'.  Our mommy has screwed-up...screwed-up B.I.G.  Remember how we have been tellin' you 'bout "James Bond"?  James Bond is the kitty that showed up a couple of days after Felix went to heaven.  Mommy has been tryin' to rescue him.  He is very smart...and sneaky, too.  We is pritty sure that he was dumped...used to have a home but abandoned when his mommy and daddy moved away...(no offense but we think his former mommy and daddy are loser jerks!).  James is now completely freaked out 'cause he's on the streets alone.  Mommy has been feedin' him in the trap and finally got him to freely go in and out of the trap for supper. 

So...yesterday mornin' mommy set the trap.  I watched her from our bedroom window...she put the stinky food in the trap just like she has been doin' every day since August.  I waited and waited...and finally, James Bond showed up.  He went right inside the trap and...BANG...the door shut and he was inside!

Oh...you just can't imagine the joy and happiness we all feeled.  Mommy went runnin' outside to git James Bond.  He was SO mad...bangin' his head up against the trap.  Mommy tried to talk with him but he was not innerested in any conversation. 

Mommy went to pick up the trap...and...this is where mommy screwed up...B.I.G.  See, mommy buyed a trap when James showed up.  It is a collapsable trap and mommy had to put it together when she got it.  What mommy didn't realize is that she put the trap together WRONG!!!  So...when she went to pick up James Bond in the trap...the back end came off and within 'bout 5 seconds, James was outta the trap and gone.

I just couldn't believe my eyes...James was gone in an instant.  Mommy cried.  She feels awful and is so very worried.  She left the trap set out but it is not set.  She took the food out and set it in front in the hopes James would come back at some point to eat but he never did.  Before she goes to work today, mommy is gonna set out a whole big can of salmon...Mmmm...tastey...in the hopes that it will lure him back.  She's gonna give him a break from the trap and just set the food in front of it.

Oh, James Bond, we is so worried 'bout you.  Please know that mommy is just tryin' to help you.  Please, please PUH-LEEZ come back and at least eat some supper...'kay?  It just ain't gonna be right until you do.

Very truly yours,
Elsie Fallulah Graves

Takin' the day off...

To all the peoples on the innernets, this is all of us speakin'.  We is all just flat out exhausted.  It has been a hard, sad week.  Henry has been sick for over a week now...it is very skeery.  Since it's the weekend and mommy is home, we is gonna let her watch over the Senator and we is gonna take some long snoozy, purry naps.  We'll be back tomorrow.

Please say a prayer for our Senator Henry Jackson Edward Graves III.  He's just GOT to git better real soon.

Very truly yours,
The Whiskers & Purrs Gang

Please meet mommy's best friend: Work

Dearest friends on the innernets,
This is all of us speakin'. We wanna apologize for not visitin' many of you this week...'specially you, Vampy Vic. It ain't been our fault.

We would like to introduce you to the reason we has not been visitin' our friends and postin' first thing in the mornin' like we usually do...please welcome mommy's bestest friend. He's a real son-of-a-gun. His name is Work.

He's a big ol' mess right now, as you can see. For 'bout 4 months, mommy was able to keep Work unner control and not messy...but Work has kicked mommy's butt for the last two weeks. He's in control now.

So, to all our friends on the innernets, please don't git mad at us 'cause we ain't been able to visit much. We promise to leave comments and visit your bloggy's as soon as Work decides to play nice in the sandbox.

Very truly yours,
The Whiskers & Purrs Gang

Our Very Most Extra Specially Favorite Blankit

To all the peoples on the innernets, this is Mazie Grace and Elsie Fallulah speakin'.  This mornin' mommy had a very serious conversation with us.  She said it was Monday and that can only mean one thing...it's Laundry Day...she said she really needs to wash our very most extra specially favorite blankit in the whole world...the one that Aunt Margo gived us.  Mommy has been tryin' to wash it for the last week but we won't git off it. 

How will we git through our day without our very most extra specially favorite blankit?

Very truly yours,
Elsie Fallulah & Mazie Grace

Dang it!

To all our friends on the innernets, this is all of us speakin'.  This is what mommy found in the trap this mornin:

Dang it!  Dang it! Dang it!  We was lookin' for James Bond not a opossum!!!  Mommy let out a loud "EEEK!"  when she saw him.  That was not so good at 5:00 in the mornin'.  We just know the neighbors are for sure that she is crazy.

James Bond, maybe we will rescue you tonight.

Very truly yours,
The Whiskers & Purrs Gang

Felix...We are very sad

Dearest peoples on the innernets,

Felix gots to come home on Monday.  He is feelin' very very bad.  He was feelin' so bad that he runned unnerneath the bed and has been hidin' since he got home.  Mommy put him in the spare bedroom so he could git some rest and we would all leave him be.  She sleeped in there with him Monday night so he wouldn't feel so all alone. 

Aunt Doktor Davies and mommy are hopin' that maybe he will do better at home.  He was very stressed and cranky at The Hospital for Very Sick Cats.  His glucose and liver function was back to normal but his temperature was very high(105.3 degrees).  (Normal for kitties is 100.5 - 102.5).  The vet ain't so sure what is causin' this...she thinks maybe he is incubatin' a viral infeckshun.  If that's the case, then it will just have to run its course.  So...mommy will be checkin' his temperature, givin' him fluids and all of his medicines.

We knows we has been askin' a lot from all of our friends, what with all the prayin' y'all has been doin'...but if you could pray just extra real hard now, we sure would appreciate it.  We is all real skeert...what if it's somethin' worser than a viral infeckshun?  We is 'fraid to even think 'bout it.  We just want our Felix to be his old self again real soon.  We miss him...and we are very sad.

Very truly yours,
The Whiskers & Purrs Gang