Whiskers & Purrs

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

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 

One year ago today...

Dearest peoples on the innernets,

This is Fergie the Duchess of Huntsmoor speakin'.  One year ago today, 2 real big things happened in our family.  It was all very dramatical!

The first thing that happened one year ago today was that mommy tried to kill me.  Yes, that's right, mommy tried to kill me.  She had worked real hard to clean the oven before she fixed Tom Turkey.  She used alll kinds of stinky things...the worst of which was somethin' called Easy-Off Oven Cleaner.  That stuff is real bad stuff.  It hurt my lungs...very real bad.  I waked up on the day after Thanksgivin' and literally couldn't breathe.  Mommy had to rush me to Aunt Doktor Dugan.  They put me in a special cage that had oxygen piped into it.  Aunt Doktor Dugan runned some tests and said I have somethin' called asthma.  From that day on, I have to use somethin' called an inhaler.  It is very cool and mommy says I am a very real good girl when she gives me my medicine through the inhaler.

While I was at Aunt Doktor Dugan's office that day, mommy meeted a boy...a boy that she falled head-over-heels in love with right then and there.  This is the second very dramatical thing that happened.  She was waitin' in the waitin' room while Aunt Doktor Dugan did some stuff with me.  There was a kitty condo full of kittens in the lobby...but there was one that was all by himself and he keeped talkin' to mommy and tryin' to git her attention.  Aunt Doktor Dugan had named him Sprout...and that was a good name for him at the time...he was definitely a Sprout.  He was SO charmin' and just flat-out cute with his bug-eyes and deformed front paws.  Mommy had a hard time sayin' goodbye to him.  Well...as you might guess, mommy thinked 'bout Sprout day and night...she couldn't stop.  She lasted until December 6...she just couldn't wait no more.  She called Aunt Doktor Dugan and asked if she could adopt Sprout.  Aunt Doktor Dugan was VERY excited and said YES!!!  So, on December 6th, Sprout offishully became a member of the Whiskers & Purrs Gang.  He came home and let us know that his real name was Freddy Astaire Graves III...and the rest was history.

Next week we are gonna celebrate Freddy's one year anniversary.  We hope everybody will join us on December 6th!

Very truly yours,
Fergie the Duchess of Huntsmoor

What are we doin' wrong?

To all the peoples on the innernets, this is Fergie the Duchess of Huntsmoor and Senator Henry Jackson Edward Graves III speakin'.  As you can see, we had us an exhaustin' day yesterday...what with all the nappin', bathin' and soopervisin' of mommy workin' in the yard...we is just weared out.  Seems like we go through this every Monday mornin'...bein' exhausted from all the work over the weekend.  Weekends are supposed to be for relaxin', ain't they?  What are we doin' wrong?

Very truly yours,

Fergie & The Senator

The good ol' days...

Dearest peoples on the innernets,

This is Fergie the Duchess of Huntsmoor speakin'.  I unnerstand how Coco feels...I'm feelin' sad, too.  Felix was my best friend. We was married.  I ain't had no manly kisses since he went to heaven 6 weeks ago.  I miss him so much.  My heart hurts...a lot.

Felix, please keep watchin' over us and make sure we all can feel that you is with us, 'kay? 

Very truly yours,

Fergie the Duchess of Huntsmoor

Mommy is leavin' us.

To all the peoples on the innernets, this is Fergie the Duchess of Huntsmoor speakin'.  Mommy don't think we know it yet but she's goin' to leave us for 3 WHOLE DAYS!  We are sad.  Who is gonna love on us?...and scratch our stuff...and give us Fancy Feast and Temptations?

We are sad and depressed.

Very truly yours,
Fergie the Duchess of Huntsmoor

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

Tryin' to find some comfort...

To all the peoples on the innernets, this is Elizabeth Taylor and Fergie speakin'.  We was two of Felix's womens.  We is so sad...we promise we ain't tryin' to make everybody sad by talkin' 'bout Felix.  It's just that we don't know how we is gonna git by without him.  Mommy feels that way, too...she ain't stopped cryin' yet!

Fergie:  I'm so lonely, Elizabeth Taylor...Felix used to always wash my face and kiss me...now I gots nobody to kiss me.

Elizabeth Taylor:  I will kiss you, big sister.

Fergie:  And I will kiss you, little sister.

Elizabeth Taylor:  Oh, big brother...please watch over us from heaven and let us know you is still with us.

We're just gonna have to take keer of each other...that's the only way we'll make it.

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

We Are Heart Broked

Dear peoples on the innernets,

We are all very sad.  We have lost our Man of the House.  Felix is in heaven now.  All eleven of us are being very quiet...nobody is playin' or bein' too rough.  Mommy is cryin' a lot.  She says her heart hurts...it is broked.  We feel that way, too.  Why did this have to happen?

Very truly yours,
Fergie the Duchess of Huntsmoor

How Fergie the Duchess of Huntsmoor Got Her Name

To all the peoples on the innernets, this is Fergie the Duchess of Huntsmoor speakin'.  Today I will tell you know how I gots my name.

Like my brother, Senator Henry Jackson Edward Graves III, I was a foster kid at my Aunt Sally and Unkle John's house.  See, Aunt Sally and my mommy is friends.  Aunt Sally knowed that mommy was real sad 'cause The One That Came Before Us named Ricky Eugene Graves had just gone to heaven a couple of months before she met me.  Mommy was hurt and cried a lot.  Ricky was a beautiful yellow boy just like I'mma beautiful yellow girl.  So...Aunt Sally suggested mommy come meet me.  The Humane Society was doin' adoptions at PetsMart. 

Well...mommy came in and taked one look at me and falled head-over-heels in love.  But she noticed that I was sharin' a cage with two other lovely baby girl cats...you can see our picture here:

(Left to right) Fergie, Coco and Lilly

I mean, seriously, people...how could you not fall in love with beautiful womens like us!  When mommy saw that we was all skeert to death and dependin' on each other for comfort, her conversation with Aunt Sally went somethin' like this:

Mommy:      "I want all three of them." 

Aunt Sally:   "WHAT?"

Mommy:      "You heard me, I want them all."

Aunt Sally:   "WHAT?"

Mommy:       "I know it's crazy but I want them all.  They're all supposed to be with me."

Aunt Sally:    "WHAT?"

You can also see the little note on the bottom right side of the cage that says "I'm adopted"...HOORAY!!!  We gots a home and a mommy!!! 

To make a long story short, that was the beginin' of our new lifes.  At that time, my name was Peaches...and I was not happy 'bout it.  I mean, kinda sounds like a stripper's name, don't it?  I mean, no offense to all the womens in the world named Peaches but, well, it just wasn't my name.  I had to figure out a way to git mommy to unnerstand who I was.

See, it ain't real often you find a beautiful yellow-haired girl cat.  Most yellow-haired little people are boys.  But I am very much a girly girl.  Mommy tried lotsa names on me...Scarlett, Ginger, Rosy...but none of them was right.  One day me and her was talkin' and she said, "You know, little girl, you are very special... so special that you deserve to be treated like a queen,"  Then she said..."Wait a minute!  There is a royal red-haired lady and she is bold and brave just like you!  Fergie the Duchess of York!!!  But we don't live in York...Hmmm...Fergie the Duchess of Huntsmoor Drive!  That's it!

Ever since then, I has been Her Royal Highness Fergie the Duchess of Huntsmoor.  I am a very happy girl.  I am married to Felix Unger Graves III.  We is in love and do lotsa kissin' every day and night.  But I do have a little bit of trouble breathin'.  I gots me somethin' called "asthma".  I take my medicine every single day like a good girl...and seem to do alright.

Tomorrow you will learn 'bout Mrs. Lilly White and how she got her name!  Please be sure to come back and read all 'bout it!

Very truly yours,
Fergie the Duchess of Huntsmoor