Whiskers & Purrs

Mrs. Lilly White Teaches a Class

Dearest Peoples on the Innernets,
This is Mrs. Lilly White speakin'.  Today I am teachin' a etikit class to my yellow brothers, Buzzy and Georgie, and my yellow sister, Fergie.  I have noticed that my yellow siblings are lackin' in class and sopisstication.  They desperately need my innervention.  You will notice in the picture that Georgie ain't payin' attention and does not have his lasers on.  I do declare that this is very aggrivatin'.  I wish they would all cooperate...I guess it is true that you can lead a cat to water but you cannot make him drink.

Very truly yours,
Mrs. Lilly White

Finally Home...

To all our friends on the innernets, this is all of us speakin'.  We is talkin' in italics 'cause somethin' very special has happened and we is a little shaked up.  Mommy got a call from our friends at VRCC.  They said Felix's ashes was ready to come home.  Mommy went and got him yesterday.  She cried...a lot.  Our hearts hurt, too.  Aunt Doktor Davies Vet Tech is named Jenn.  She made us a paw print to always remember Felix by just like she did for Lucy.  Mommy loves both of them dearly but they make her cry even harder.  It was hard to git a picture...but you git the idea of what it is:

Mommy telled us that somethin' special happened as she drived up to VRCC yesterday.  She saw a small butterfly flyin' 'round the door.  As she got outta the car and turned toward the hospital, that little butterfly flew right up to her and its wings brushed her cheek.  That ain't NEVER happened before.  This is the only butterfly mommy has seen all summer long...mommy is afraid to believe it might be a message from Felix that he is still with us...oh how she wants to believe it, though.

We believe it...we don't just believe it, we KNOW it. 

Dear big brother Felix...thanks for givin' mommy a sign that you are still with us. Keep watchin' over us, kay? And, keep sendin' mommy signs until she knows it's you, just like we do.

Very truly yours,
The Whiskers & Purrs Gang   

Mazie Grace is tired...

Dear peoples on the innernets,

This is Mazie Grace speakin'.  I am tired.  Yesterday was a very busy day...I only gotted to sleep 17 hours.  I had all kinds of things to do yesterday...investigate every square inch of this house, eat my Fancy Feast and crunchies, wrestle with Freddy Astaire Graves III, kiss Jimmy Durante Graves III, snuggle with Elsie...and the list goes on.  Who knows what Friday will bring...I'm just glad it's almost the weekend.

Very truly yours,
Mazie Grace

Tryin' to Fill Felix's Shoes

Dearest peoples on the innernets, this is Jimmy Durante Graves III speakin'.  It ain't been so easy here in the Whiskers & Purrs House over the past couple of weeks.  Everybody has been sad and feelin' a little lost.  Even though I'm just 1 and 1/2 years old, I really think I need to step up and try to be the Man of the House now.  I ain't tryin' to take Felix's place...nobody in the whole wide world could ever do that...but, the kids in this house need a leader.  They is all a little skeert now 'cause they feel so all alone.  So...I'm gonna try real hard to watch over 'em all and take keer of mommy. 

Don't worry, little sister Mazie Grace, everything is gonna be alright.  I will watch over you and make sure we is all okay.

Very truly yours,
Jimmy Durante Graves III

A Very Important Poll!

To all my friends on the innernets, this is Senator Henry Jackson Edward Graves III.  This week is a very excitin' week for me.  I has been glued to the TV watchin' the BIG Convention.  Now, I gots to be honest...I don't unnerstand what this thing is all 'bout, but...I look so good sittin' in front of the TV actin' like I know what is goin' on.

I will say I can't unnerstand why they ain't talkin' 'bout the important stuff...ya know, real issues like the never endin' battle to git more Tempations, promotin' acceptance of poopin' in the floor and why it's okay to bark like a seal and swat at 'maginary boogers.

With that said, I wanna try to stimilate some intelleckchewal conversation by askin' my friends on the innernets to participate in this here poll.  Please cast your vote and feel free to leave a comment and start the conversation.

Survey Results - GlowDay.com

Very truly yours,
Senator Henry Jackson Edward Graves III

It thundered tonight...

To all our friends on the innernets, this is all of us speakin'.  It thundered tonight.  The first thing mommy said was "Oh, I've got to go check on Felix!"  See, Felix was real skeert of thunders and storms.  He would git real nervous and run to hide unnerneath the bed.  Mommy would always try to find him and make him feel not skeert. 

For a split second, she forgotted that he had to go to heaven.  Then she started to cry.

It made us very real sad.

Very truly yours,
The Whiskers & Purrs Gang

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

No news yet on James Bond

To all our friends on the innernets, this is Fergie the Duchess of Huntsmoor speakin'.  I am so worried and stressed out...it's real late and James Bond ain't been here yet tonight.  Mommy set the trap for him...but so far he is a no-show. 

I just can't take this...will somebody wake me when he goes into the trap?  The rescuin' business is hard.  All this watchin' and waitin' is just too much for a little girl like myself.

Very truly yours,
Fergie the Duchess of Huntsmoor

A Picture of James Bond

To all the peoples on the innernets, this is all of us speakin'.  We was able to git a picture of James Bond today!  Now, it wasn't a good picture, but it was as good as we could git.  He is just so quick and skeert...he runs pritty quick when he sees mommy.  He was just sittin' unnerneath our park bench...cool as a cucumber.   You have to look real close to see him...but he's there.

Mommy is gonna set the trap on Sunday night and we is all prayin' real real REAL hard that she can rescue him.  Maybe just one more night on his own and then he will be safe.

Very truly yours,
The Whiskers & Purrs Gang

Operation James Bond Rescue Has Beginned

To all the peoples on the innernets, this is Fergie speakin'.  You might remember a few days ago we telled you 'bout our big brother, Felix, sendin' us a sign that he was still with us.  That sign was in the form of a little gray tabby stray cat.  We don't know if he's a he or a she...but we have named him James Bond 'cause he is so sneaky and spy-like.  We will, of course, change his name to somethin' more appropriate for a Whiskers & Purrs Gang womans in the event we find out he is a she. 

Unfortunately, we ain't so sure that James Bond will be able to move into our house 'cause the vetroreguritarians say that since Felix had FIP, we should probably wait 6 months 'fore we bring anybody else into the family.  Plus, mommy says she thinks maybe our family is complete now.  But, that don't mean we can't help poor homeless James Bond.  We has now started what we is callin' "Operation James Bond Rescue".  Today the UPS man bringed us this (you can click on the picture to bigify it):

Mommy worked on it and made it look like this:

Her plan is to trick little James Bond in order to git him into the trap 'cause he is what is called a "skeerdy cat".  So, Friday night she put the super-stinky food just in front of the door...the trap was propped open so it can't slam shut like this:

She wants James to git used to seein' the trap outside.  Tomorrow night she will sit the food just inside the trap door.  And then each night she will move the super-stinky food back a little ways until he gits used to goin' in and out of the trap.  Then, hopefully one night next week she will actually set the trap and...we is prayin' she can rescue James Bond.

She's already talked to Aunt Doktor Dugan...James Bond will have his extra special private place operated on so he can't make babies.  And, he'll git alla his shots.  Then we will have to find him a home...and if he is what is called "feral" (we ain't sure yet) we will try to find a farm with a barn so that he will have someone lookin' out for him.

Please say a prayer we can help our little James Bond.  We just know Felix wants us to and it is the right thing to do since he ain't got no home or nobody to love him and scratch his stuff.

Very truly yours,
The Whiskers & Purrs Gang