Whiskers & Purrs

More about us!

Dearest peoples on the innernets,

Here's a little meme 'bout us...we hope you enjoy it!

1.   Favorite Food:  Fancy Feast

2.   Hometown:  Richmond

3.   Favorite Color: Pink

4.   Celebrity Crush: We gave this one to Elsie Fallulah...Anderson Cooper

5.   Favorite Drink: Waters

6.   Dream Vacation: The Catnap Inn

7.   Favorite Dessert: Temptations!!!

8.   What I want to Be When I Grow Up: A ferocious Tiger

9.   Name: WHISKERS and Purrs

10. What/Who I Love Most in the World: Mommy

11. One Word that Describes us: Love

12. Username: The Kids...baby goats...get it???

 

We hope you enjoy our meme!

 

 Very truly yours,
The Whiskers & Purrs Gang

 

 

PS...we wanna give credit to all the peoples that taked the pictures in our mosaic.  Here's the info: 1. Feasting Fancy, 2. Welcome To Richmond, Virginia, 3. Tunaaaaa!, 4. Anderson Cooper, 5. This cat is so mad..., 6. Kitty Need a Vacation?, 7. temptations, 8. Sumatran tiger cubs, 9. My "Cat In The Hat", 10. roses for Mom, 11. LOVE, 12. Baby goats frolicking

Heaven

Dearest peoples on the innernets,

This is all of us speakin'.  We wanted to let you know that we are pritty sure that this is what it's like in heaven:

Thank you, Aunt Doktor Dugan, for sendin' us this video.  Mommy said she could picture Felix, Lucy and Ricky layin' around in that pritty forest givin' each other baths until all of us git there to be with 'em.  We miss you guys very much...please keep watchin' over us, 'kay?

Very truly yours,
The Whiskers & Purrs Gang

Mazie Monday: Mazie Grace is worried...

Dearest peoples on the innernets,

Today is Mazie Monday.  I cannot believe it's another Mazie Monday already!  Time sure is flyin'.  This past week was full of lotsa ups and downs...mommy says we probably shouldn't talk 'bout the stinky, moldy, nasty plummin' troubles we had last week.  She said with so many peoples in the world that is havin' real troubles like losin' their homes and jobs, we shouldn't be havin' no pity-parties for ourselfs.  We love the Whiskers and Purrs House very much and are very thankfuls for every moldy, stinky square inch of it.  Let's just say we are also thankful for the very nice peoples at MetLife and them very extra special peoples they sent to us from Service Master to git rid of them mean ol' molds. 

Now...on to the topic for today's Mazie Monday.  I am very worried that the nasty mold stuff has invaded mommy's brain and taked over.  Mommy telled us that havin' mold in your house can make you git sick, but I didn't unnerstand that it could cause a person to lose their mind...see, although it was very very cold here yesterday, mommy got the wild idea to start plantin' our summer garden.  She started by plantin' somethin' that just blowed my mind...we had a conversation that went like this:

Mazie Grace:  Mommy, what are you doin'?

Mommy:  I am working on starting our summer garden, Mazie Grace.

Mazie Grace:  Mommy, uh, summertime is a long time away.

Mommy:  I know, Mazie Grace, but we have to start our garden early...today I am starting peas...we have to start them now and then we will have lots of peas in the springtime.

Mazie Grace:  Uh, mommy, why in the world would you want to grow pee?  I thought that pees was only supposed to happen in the litterbox.

Mommy:  No, Mazie Grace, not "pee"..."peAs".

Mazie Grace:  That's what I said...PEES.  Mommy, you are breakin' our rules.  Pees is only supposed to happen in the litterbox!  That ain't fair!  You fuss at Senator Henry Jackson Edward Graves III every single time he makes pees outside of the box...like he did this mornin' on your pillow...and now here you are sittin' in the kitchen playin' with PEES in little tiny pots...Ewwwww!  Somebody call the health department!

And, dear peoples on the innernets, this just proves that the evil stuff called "mold" is just all kinds of bad.  It has caused our mommy to lose her mind.  We will now be growin' pees and breakin' the "pees-can-only-happen-in-the-litterbox" rule.  What's next...puttin' poop in the garden to make the flowers prittier? 

That there mold stuff is very very evils.

Very truly yours,
Mazie Grace

Plummer

Dearest peoples on the innernets,

Hi!  This is Mademoiselle Coco Chanel speakin'.  I amn happy to report the plummer showed up yesterday right on time.  He looked like he might be 12 years old...it kinda made mommy worried...she wonndered if he knowed what he was doin'.  But...he fixed our problem in no time flat and was very nice. The fun thing was that he hummed the whole time he was workin'...made us feel like he must really enjoy his job.  So now all we gots to worry 'bout is gittin' all the water damage fixed...looks like it will be the ceilin' in the powder room and the hall closet, the wall between them and the floors will have to be replaced.  Dang...mommy is skeert it's gonna cost a lot of green papers.

We is just very glad that some of our troubles are fixed AND we didn't even have to experience the plummer's butt crack!

Very truly yours,
The Whiskers & Purrs Gang

Uh Oh!

Dearest peoples on the innernets,

Well...all we can say is...mommy rearranged her schedule at work just so she could be home for the plumber on Monday.  Uh, well, um, Mr. Billy Bob Bubba did NOT show up and he did NOT call. 

Better watch out, Mr. Billy Bob Bubba.  Mommy is on the warpath and is gonna open up a can of whoop-ass on you. 

Supposedly, a completely different plumber is comin' over at 7:30 AM today...we ain't holdin' our breaths.

Very truly yours,
The Whiskers and Purrs Gang

Mazie Monday!

Dearest peoples on the innernets,

This is Mazie Grace speakin'.  Today is "Mazie Monday" and I am gonna talk 'bout a very innerestin' group of peoples called "Plummers".  As we telled y'all last week, we has gots us a big ol' mess.  There's a very VERY bad leak in our house.  Yesterday mommy saw what she thinks is mold a growin'....Ewwwww....Mommy says we need somethin' called a "plummer".  See, apparently, plummers are magical peoples.  They wear all kinds of real cool toys around their belts.  These toys are very real important 'cause they skeer your leaks and make them go away.  'Cause they are so very important and have such a big job to do, these toys are very heavy.  Mommy says this causes the plummer's pants to almost fall down, which, in turn, 'causes you to see his butt crack.  Wow...them must be some really important and heavy toys if they cause your butt to crack!  I just cannot imagine!  It must be very painfuls!

Mommy has been havin' a hard time findin' a person called a "plummer" to come fix our leakiness.  She thinks (prays) that maybe she has gots one that will actually show up today...she pritty much threatened to hunt him down like a wild dog if he didn't show up...uh, mommy, landin' in the jailhouse ain't gonna help git our drippy situation fixed.

Please say a prayer our plummer shows up and that his butt won't crack...at least not until he fixes our troubles!

Very truly yours,
Mazie Grace

PS...This picture of me shows me demonstratin' my expert technique of Biscuit Makin'!

A message from Fergie the Duchess of Huntsmoor

Dearest peoples on the innernets,

This is Fergie speakin'.  Yesterday was my first ever Valentine's Day without the love of my life, Felix.  This time last year, Felix and me had a wonnerful Valentine's Day together.  But now he is in heaven.  I was kinda lonely yesterday.  Mommy kissed me lots but it just ain't the same kind of kisses that Felix would give me.  Oh, why did he have to leave us and go to heaven?  I miss him so much...mommy says I just ain't the same little girl I used to be now that he is gone.  She also says that he is still with us...he watches over us every single minute of every single day.  The only difference is that he don't have to feel bad no more with that awful FIP and we just can't see him.  But we can feel him...every time a memory comes back or a thought pops into our mind...that's him lettin' us know he is still very much with us.

We love you, sweet Felix.  Please always watch over us and know that we miss you more than words can describe.

Very truly yours,
Fergie the Duchess of Huntsmoor

Happy Valentine's Day

Lady Clairol

Dearest peoples on the innernets,

This is Miss Elizabeth Taylor speakin'.  I think I'm gonna bleach my hair blonde and change my name to Marilyn.  I'm tired of bein' Miss Elizabeth Taylor.  They say that blondes have more fun...and that's what I'm all 'bout...havin' fun.

I just need to git mommy to buy me some Lady Clairol hair color...and then let the good times roll!

Very truly yours,
Miss Elizabeth Taylor

Quick! Send Noah! We need an Ark!

Dearest peoples on the innernets,

This is all of us speakin'. Yesterday was an excitin' day!  It started with mommy bein' all grouchy and stuff 'cause of them evil awful boogers that invaded her head.  She was very cranky.

She oversleeped...that made us mad 'cause she had keeped us up all night sneezin' and blowin' her booggery nose.  How dare she be late with our breakfast after that crazy night!  When she realized that she had sleeped too late, she jumped up fast and taked a shower.  Then, she went downstairs to fix our breakfast...finally!  When we all went downstairs...uh...well, let's just say we saw Georgie doin' the backstroke in the foyer...

There was waters ALL over the place downstairs.  Mommy said some very real awful words that we ain't allowed to repeat.  She went into the 1/2 bath and saw that all of the water was comin' from there.  It looked as though the water had been leakin' in there for quite a whiles...but mommy never goes in there so she didn't know.  OOPSIE!...insert more very real bad words here.

When she gotted home from work, she worked for hours scrubbin' the floor...which is somethin' called "hard wood" and she put a fan on in there.  This was all very excitin' and we tried to help but that just made mommy more aggrivated so we gived up...if she wants to work herself silly without our helps, let her!

When mommy finally came upstairs, she was very tired and still fightin' them dang ol' boogers.  She was so tired and feeled so bad that she cried.  That made us feel sad.  So...Fergie runned up and started washin' mommy's face.  Then, Mazie came and rubbed her whiskers all over mommy.  And then, Miss Elsie Fallulah gotted real close and started singin' mommy a purry song.

We still gots a stinky, mildewy 1/2 bath and we still gots to git a plumber to come to our house and find the leak but...mommy knows she is loved...even though her head is full of boogers and she keeps us up at night.

If anybody knows how to reach Noah the Ark Maker, please let us know.

Very truly yours,
The Whiskers & Purrs Gang