Whiskers & Purrs

Could This Be Love?

Hello to all the peoples on the innernets.  This is Freddy Astaire Graves III speakin'.  I want to tell all you peoples a very important thing...over the weekend, I officially discovered that Mazie Grace is a girl...a real womans with the Hotness!  Dang...see, I'm just a little squirt.  I ain't even a year old yet.  Up until now, Mazie Grace was just a real cool cat that I like to play with...ya know...chase toys and bat balls 'round the room with.

But...after this weekend...well...it just ain't never gonna be the same.  Me an Mazie Grace started kissin'...ya know...swappin' spit.  Dang...she's a real good spit swapper!  She might be blind as a bat but she's got some real womanly ways...if you know what I'mma talkin' 'bout.  It kinda skeers me a little bit...does this mean I'mma grown up?

Yep...Mazie Grace is one fine womans.

Very truly yours,
Freddy Astaire Graves III

Welcome to Mazie Grace's Birthday Party!!!

Hi to all the people on the innernets!  This is Mazie Grace speakin'.  I wants to welcome you all to my very extra special Birthday #2 Party!  We is gonna have some fun...music, treats and a contest...come on in and enjoy yourself!!!

First, we gots a concert:

The Beatles singin' just for ME!!!

Here's some more signin' just for me...

Here's some funny-funnies:

Here's a very important song 'bout us Lions:

And, here's a real special song 'bout me...I was named after this song 'cause I once was real blind...and now I can sorta kind see!   I really wanna thank Mr. Willie for takin' time to come to my party and sing this here song just for me!

Be sure to git lotsa Temptations at the Temptation Station while you're at the party! Delishus!

Don't forgit to stop at the Nip Bar, too!

And finally...let's play a game...guess what my birthday present from mommy is!  Leave me a comment on the bloggy and guess what's in my pritty prezint box thingy...everybody that leaves a comment will git somethin' special for their bloggy from me!  And the first person that guesses right, will git a surprize from me!!!

Wowsy!  This has been one rockin' party!  Thanks to everybody on the innernets that stopped by!  Be sure to leave your guess as to what's inside my prezint box!!!  You just might win!!!

Very truly yours,
Mazie Grace...now offishully a growed-up 2 year old

Mazie Grace Is Havin' A Birthday Party!!!

Hi to all the peoples on the innernets.  This is Mazie Grace speakin'.  I'm all excited...my birthday is on Thursday!!!  I will be 2 years old!!!  Dang...life is good, people.  Now, I is still blind, but I see goods enough to know where my supper is and...where the hot boys are, too!  Hubba Hubba!  As you can see in this picture, I do enjoy the company of a fine lookin' gentleman...Buzzy is one of my boyfriends.  We like to git a little somethin' somethin' goin' on every once inna while. 

But anyways, back to my birthday...mommy says I'm gonna git to have a birthday party!!!  I'm gonna invite all the kitties on the innernets to come to our blog on Thursday, March 14th.  There will be a party favor for every kitty that leaves a comment on our blog and we mights even git to have a contest or two so, mark your calendar for Thursday!!!  We is gonna have lots of fun!!!

Very truly yours,
Mazie Grace a/k/a "The Birthday Girl"

We Gots Into Trouble!

Dear Peoples on the Innernets,

This is Mazie Grace speakin'.  We is in trouble.  Dang.  See, every night all of us cats cuddle up with mommy.  She thinks it's 'cause we wanna be with her and snuggle with her...well...that ain't 'zactly right.  See, we knows that as soon as mommy goes to sleep, we can play and do all them things she tells us not to do...'cause what mommy don't know won't hurt her...or us, right?  So we do everything we can to encourage her to go to the sleepy man's house and snooze!

Well, last night was just like all them other ones.  Mommy got into bed, turned the TV on and started nittin'.  She don't like us playin' with the strings she uses.  In fact, believe it or not, she fusses at us when we try to chew on or play with her strings!  That don't 'zactly seem right to us and it makes us mad, but that's a whole other story for another day.  Anyways...we did our usual purrin' and headbuttin' and snugglin' up next to her in the hopes she would go on to sleeps...IT WORKED!  See, mommy sleeps like a dead person and don't hear nothin'.  So, we can swing from the chandeliers if we want and she will never know it!  And, let me tell you, last night was one fine party at the Whiskers & Purrs house!  Dang...we breaked out the nip and everything! 

This mornin' when mommy waked up, we heard "WHAT IN THE WORLD!  WHO DID THIS???" bein' screamed from her bedroom...somebody must've gotted themselves over the Nip Legal Limit and went plum crazy.  All them strings that mommy had been nittin' was a big ol' fuzzy mess.  It was very dramatical.  She is real real REAL mad.  She said she was sure it was me, Jimmy and Freddy 'cause we is "always doin' stuff like this"...uh, 'xcuse me...ain't everybody innoncent until proved guilty??? 

We just all meeted unnerneath the dinin' room table.  We have decided that the best thing is to stay outta her way all day, but if we gots to run into mommy, we gots to look real pitiful and cute.  Oh, and we gots to purr real loud any time we see her.  That always gits her.

I wonner if any other kitties git into trouble like we do...if you have any suggestions as to how we can manage our mommy better, please let us know.

Very truly yours,
Mazie Grace

The New Year's Kiss

Hi.  This is Mazie Grace and Jimmy speakin'.  We started the New Year off just right with a big ol' juicy kiss...Dang...this is some good stuff, y'all!  Swappin' spit is fun!  Hubba Hubba!

Very truly yours,
Mazie Grace & Jimmy Durante Graves III

Snoozin' On The Job!

Hi.  This is Mazie Grace speakin'.  Last night  it was my turn to supervise mommy workin' on the innernets and gittin' her stuff ready to sew.  I can't help it that she's borin'...she's slow at everything she does.  Before I knowed it, I was very very sleepy...I was snoozin'...snoozin' on the job.  Dang...I sure hope none of my brothers and sisters find out.  It's real important that we make sure mommy does stuff right...ya know, the way we want stuff done.  All them other cats will fuss at me if they know I changed my name to Miss Sleepy Sleeperson on the job.  Let's just keep this our little secret, 'kay?

Very truly yours,
Mazie Grace

Mazie Grace Pays A Visit To Unkle Doktor Blair!

Hi to all the peoples on the innernets.  This is Mazie Grace speakin'.  Yesterday I gots to pay a visit to Unkle Doktor Blair for a eyeball check-up...<girly giggle> <girly giggle> <girly giggle>  I love my Unkle Doktor Blair.  He's my busted-up eyeball specialist.  For those of you that don't know, I am what is called "blind as a bat".  I was borned with something called "cadillacs" on my eyes.  Unkle Doktor Blair removed them and turned my lights on when I was just 6 months old.   Then, he operated on me again when I was a year old...you can read 'bout that here and here.

Yesterday, Unkle Doktor Blair said that my busted-up eyeballs weren't no worser or no better...they is just as busted-up as they was the last time he saw me.  Mommy was sad.  He said it was like lookin' outta clean car windshield that somebody had taked a screw driver and skratched all up. He said he could still help me but he wants to wait another 6 months to give my busted-up eyeballs a chance to rest for a while.  I think he just wants to see me again...See, I love my Unkle Doktor Blair.  I'm pretty sure he likes me a lot, too...he calls me Peanut...I'm pretty sure he wants me to be his Peanut.  I mean, you should see how he stares into my busted-up eyeballs.  Mommy says he looks into my eyeballs to check them...I think he's makin' googley eyes at me.  Mommy told him that I'm usually a terrorist but when I git 'round him, I git all flirty and purry and sweet...shoot...I dance on my tippy-toes and flip over on my back and wag my tail for Unkle Doktor Blair...I can't control myself...I likes him a lot!

So...I'll be goin' back to see my Unkle Doktor Blair in June!  I can't wait!

Very truly yours,
Mazie Grace

Sigh

Hi.  This is Mazie Grace a speakin'.  I just want to tell everybody two things:

1. I'm tired of not bein' able to see nothin'.  People, this just ain't fun.  Mommy keeps a tellin' me that Unkle Doktor Blair is a gonna fix my busted-up eyeballs.  I just have to wait until December...whenever that is.  I don't know...this just ain't no fun.
2. I really want Elizabeth Taylor to stop bein' mean to me.  She might be purty on the outside but she's butt-ugly on the inside.  Elizabeth Taylor, you is a butt-head.

Very truly yours,
Mazie Grace

It's Been A Real Bad 2 Weeks

Dear Everybody In The Whole World,

This is Mazie Grace a speakin'.  We is real sorry we haven't writed anything to ya'll for such a long time.  It has not been a fun couple of weeks.  If you will remember, the last time I talked to all of ya'll, I had just had my eyeball operated on.  I didn't feel so good cause it ain't much fun havin' your eyeballs cut open.  Well, mommy loved on me lots and made me feel all warm and fuzzy on the insides.  But somethin' went wrong.  Bad. Wrong.  For some reason, my lights went off and I couldn't see nuffin.  I falled down the steps in our house and keeped walkin' into walls and stuff.  Mommy was skeerd and called Unkle Doctor Blair.  He said "Oh, no!  Mazie Grace has to have her lights turned back on!  Bring her to me right away!" 

But, before I could go back to see Unkle Doctor Blair, I gots me some real sneezy boogers in my nose.  Mommy called it a "upper respiratory infeckshun".  I calls it big hairy boogers that made my head hurt lots.  I feeled real bad.  So, Aunt Dr. Dugan gots me some tasty medicine.  Mmmmm...I love my medicine.  It's all fishy tastin'.  Mommy goes to a speshul drug store where they mix it all up for me and put in delishus tuna juice.  Ohhh...I love me my tuna juiced-up medicine!

So, I finally blowed all the itchy boogers outta my head (mostly all over mommy) and I gots to go back to see Unkle Doktor Blair.  Now you gots to remember that Unkle Doktor Blair really likes me.  I'm pretty sure he wants me to be Mrs. Unkle Doktor Blair.  I mean, like I've told ya'll before, a womans knows these kinds of things.  He skratches my ears and calls me "Peanut".  I mean, really people, how much more proof do you need than that!  Mommy says I flirt with him...I must admit, I do twirl around on the exam table and rub up against him a lot....I even lay on my back and wag my tail.  But, I am married to Buzzy so it's just all in fun.  I don't want to make Unkle Doktor Blair mad and tell him he don't have a chance...not at least until he fixes my busted-up eyeballs.

Unkle Doktor Blair looked into my eyes and said "Ah ha!"..."Very interesting!"..."Ohhh"..."Well, I see what the problem is and I can fix it!"...People, you need to know I love me a man that knows how to fix thangs.  I might dump Buzzy and give Unkle Doktor Blair a chance if he can turn my lights back on.  He told mommy that I can see a little bit...not much...but he can help me lots.  So mommy and Unkle Doktor Blair talked about it and mommy told me I would have me another operation on my eyeballs about the time that Santa Claws comes to visit. 

In the meantime, I can't see real good but I'ma doin' okay. 

Love,
Mazie Grace

Dear Jesus, Part 2

Dear Jesus,

This is Mazie Grace a speakin'.  Again, I'm pretty sure you already know that with you bein' Jesus and all.  I just wanted to thank you for not lettin' me die on the operatin' table today.  I'm still breathin' but, boy, oh boy, do I ever have me a headache!

I'm all woozy and stuff.  I can't seem to git my legs to go in the direck shun my eyes is a lookin'.  Mommy says that won't last for much longer. 

I'm really hungry but I just can't sit still long enoughs to eat...here's a picture of me snarfin' up some deliciousness...mommy says I look like I'm a makin' a big steamin' pile of vomit...silly mommy...this is what a person looks like after their mommy has half-starved them to death over night.

I just have one question for ya, Jesus...why did Dr. Blair put this fugly bonnet on me???  I mean, really, Jesus, this thing is awful. 

It has been a rough day...Mommy & Dr. Blair say it will be all worff it.  I hope they knows what they is talkin' 'bout...I really do 'cause I'm the one with the busted-up eyeballs and lampshade on my head.

Help me out, Jesus...I need a break.

Very truly yours,

Mazie Grace