Whiskers & Purrs

Lucy's First Miracle

Hello to all the peoples in the world.

This here is Lucy a speakin' all the way from heaven.  Dang...I'm gittin' good at bein' an angel.  I can fly real good now.  At first I had some trouble learnin' but I'm an expert now!  I've been doin' lotsa stuff since I've been here.  I've been watchin' over my mommy lots.  She is still real sad now that I am in heaven.  She still cries.  I've been sittin' on her shoulder every day and curlin' up with her when she goes to sleep.  I've also been watchin' over Elsie Fallulah.  She still misses me, too.  But the difference 'tween mommy and Elsie is that Elsie can see me.  I sure wish mommy could.

One of the things I've been tryin' to do since I've been here is help some of the homeless kitties that are sufferin' on earth.  See, me and Ricky was homeless once.  Thank goodness somebody found us and helped us find mommy.  Not everybody is as lucky as we was.  So one day I was watchin' over a bunch of homeless little people all around the world and one of 'em called out to me, "Dear Angel Lucy,  I'm tryin' to git to Connie's house...can you help me out?  She's my mommy but she don't know it yet.  I've been a waitin' on her for months.  I'm havin' to live in cage at a shelter and I'm tired of it...now don't git me wrong, it beats bein' on the street but I'm ready to go home!  Can you PLEASE help me...I've just got to git home!  They need me...bad!"  His name is Mr. Hottie Hotterson...HUBBA HUBBA...Well, actually, the humans was callin' him Mitchell.  See, I talked with Oscar and he said he was doin' anything to git Aunt Connie's attention.  Mitchell was the name of Aunt Candace's cat...ya know, Mitch!  He's in heaven now, too.  He was also a very handsome yellow studly boy...Oscar thought it might help to git Aunt Connie's attention if he reminded everybody of Mitch!

So...I fired up my wings and I flyed all the way to Cowafornia.  I didn't even git a little bit tired!  I'm tellin' ya'll, havin' wings is glorious!  So, when I went to Cowafornia, I whispered in the vets ear about a gajillion times..."call Aunt Connie"..."call Aunt Connie"..."call Aunt Connie"...okay, so I started to git a little aggrivitated..."ARE YOU DEAF???  I SAID CALL AUNT CONNIE"!  So, finally, she looked a little rattled, and called Aunt Connie.  She said, "Connie, you must come quick...there's a gorgeous yellow boy here...you must meet him!".  So Aunt Connie went to meet Oscar!  She said she wasn't sure if she could take him 'cause she has Otis and Ozzie already...she said Oscar could come home on a trial basis...LOL!!!  A TRIAL BASIS!  Humans can be so silly!  So she bringed Oscar home...and...Aunt Connie was ready for all kinds of growlin' and hissin' and cussin'...but...nothin' happened!  She was still worried and just knowed somethin' bad would happen between Oscar and Ozzie and Otis and Opey the Dog.  She called my mommy and said..."I'm just not ready for another cat..."...see, I've trained my mommy real good for situations like this, mommy said "Connie, it doesn't matter if you're ready or not...Oscar is ready to be home!"

So...the rest is history...A life was saved.   Oscar, Otis, Ozzie and Opey the dog are the bosses of Aunt Connie, Aunt Candace and Unkle Brian.

Okay...off to watch out for another little homeless person...and also to check in on Mr. Hottie Hotterson!
Very truly yours,

Lucy Margarite, Angel Extraordinare 

Miss Lucy Gets Cozy

Oh...and By The Way...

I am the most beautiful girl in this house...not you Lilly!  Respect your elders or your elder will smack you upside the head.  Oh, and do not even THINK about gettin' in my new cool bed...

All I Know Is...

I couldn't keer less if mommy is here or not...all I know is this little rug rat named Mazie looks like a mighty fine midnight snack...somebody pass the salt...oh, and, somebody git me some cheez whiz...dang...she's gonna be tastey!

Start Plannin' Now...

Hello to everybody in the whole wide world.  This is Lucy speakin'...as if you didn't already know.  I mean seriously, people, I am the most important person in this house and when I speak, everybody listens!  When I post on this here web site, the number of "hits" we git to the site triples!  I've got lots to say so, stick with me and you'll learn somethin'.

  As you have noticed, there's a count down clock in the upper right hand corner of this here blog that's countin' down the nummer of days 'til my birfday.  Now I want you all to make note that March 13th is a VERY VERY VERY important day in the life of the world.

See, this time last year, I looked like this here picture below.  See that big thing stickin' up outta my neck in the back was my feedin' tube.  I've writed about that whole 'sperience before.  My liver had decided to go on strike.  I turned a real funky shade of yellow and I feeled real real REAL bad.  I wouldn't eat anything 'cause it made my tummy hurt.  So the doctor's at the Hospital For Very Sick Cats put in a feedin' tube.  That way, they could make sure my liver could git all the supper it needed to make it feel good and to call off the strike.  I was in the hospital for almost a whole month...23 days to be 'xact.  Mommy came to see me at least 2 times every single day and would hold me and sing to me.  Ricky the Angel Cat stayed with me the whole time.  He kept tellin' me "Lucy, you gotta git better.  Mommy needs you now more than ever since I'm not there.  Keep tryin', Lucy."  I didn't do real good while I was at the hospital.  The doctor's weren't real sure if I'd make it.  So they decided to send me home 'cause there wasn't nothin' else they could do for me.  Mommy bringed me home (THANK GOODNESS!) and she stayed in the spare bedroom with me for almost a month.

Purty soon, I started turnin' pink again!  And, I started eatin' my crunchies and my very extra tasty Fancy Feast.  I made it to see my 13th birfday and now, a whole year later, I'm gonna celebrate my 14th birfday!  HOORAY!

So, in celebration of my very extra special big-ass day, I have created a list of all the thangs I want for presents.  See, Mommy says I deserve to have every single thang I want and more so...git your credit cards out and just say "CHARGE"!  You've only got 3 more weeks until it's MY BIG DAY!!!  Now I ain't gonna waste yours and my time by sayin' I want "world peace" or "love and tranquility"...I want all of this stuff or cold hard cash...remember, mommy says I deserve it.  So, make it happen, people!

Lucy's Big-Ass Birthday Gift Wish List

1. Cheese Burger with extra pickles and a super-duper size of frinch frizes with extra extra extra ketchups.
2. Fresh nip imported from Italy.
3. A professional belly, ear, chin, and butt scratcher named "Jacque" from France...Hubba Hubba!
4. One solid week WITHOUT havin' to listen to an Aerosmith CD
5. A brand new heated bed that's mine, all mine, and no other cat allowed to even look at it, let alone go lay down in it.
6. Ice cream, lotsa lotsa lotsa ice creams with chockit stuff on top
7. All the chockit milkshakes I can eat, any time I want 'em.
8. All the other cats in this house, 'cept for Elsie, to be banished to the downstairs and never ever ever allowed to be upstairs with me again.
9. Toy balls with bells in 'em.
10. Sparkley balls with bells in 'em
11. Balls with feathers on 'em.
12. Ah, heck, just git me balls balls and more balls - preferably round ones.
13. Mommy, and ONLY mommy, to brush my hair...ahhh...that feels real real real good, Mommy!
14. Mommy to sing "You Is My Sunshine" to me, and only me, every day for the rest of the year.
15. Mommy to kiss me at least 473 times every day from now 'til the end of time.

Okay, that's it for now.  I might add to the list so be sure to check back often.  Please plan on presentin' me my presents on March 13th.  I will be waitin' and, please keep in mind, I don't like to be kept waitin'.

Very truly yours,

Dumb Little Cats!

I CANNOT believe that, after Mommy leaved us a long, long letter telling us how much she loved us, that somebody would leave a post about POOP!  How selfish, Lilly!  I swear, these dumb little cats in this house drive me crazy!

Mommy, on behalf of all the dumb little ignorant cats in this house, I want to say that WE LOVE YOU, TOO!  You ain't the best or smartest mommy in the world, but you're all we got...so...thanks for all the scoopin' of poops you do and the Fancy Feast you bring us!

Love and purrs,

Your favorite...Miss Goosey Lucy

Happy New Year from Lucy!

Hello to all the people in the world.  Happy New Year.  This time last year I was at the Hospital for Very Sick Cats makin' lots of vomit.  It was very scary.  But, this year I'm all better and enjoyin' my supper every single day.  Of course, now there are way too many cats in my house and nobody asked my permission to bring them here but...I tolerate them and actually have a lot of fun watchin' them jump when I give them a very loud and evil "Hisssss"!  They're so stupid! 

The best thing is that all I have to do is look the slightest bit pitiful and Mommy comes and gives me kisses and holds me real tight.  It's great knowin' that I've got her wrapped around my little paw!  So, all in all, my life is pretty good...if I could just get rid of all these ugly little cats in my house, though, life would be grand! Maybe if I tell Mommy that I'm allergic to cats, she'll get rid of 'em...

Head Butts & Purrs!

Lucy

Memories of Making Vomit

Hello. My name is Lucy Margarite Graves. I am in charge of the Graves House. I am 13 years old, nearly died last year and have put up with my mommy for a very long time. That means I've earned the position of being the boss.

This time last year I was just beginnin' to get sick. I didn't feel good so I quit eating. When I quit eating, my liver decided to go on strike 'cause it needs supper every day to keep me pink. Mommy took me to the wonderful people at "The Hospital For Very Sick Cats". They put in a feeding tube cause I just couldn't eat. I would try but then I would make vomit all over the place. I was at "The Hospital For Very Sick Cats" for one whole month. Mommy would come to visit me twice every day. She would come at her lunch time and sing to me. Then she would come back and sing to me some more after work. I really liked it when she would sing "You Are My Sunshine". But she would always start to cry when she'd get to the "Please don't take my sunshine away" part. The doctor's pretty much had given up on me. I wasn't gettin' any better but they agreed with Mommy and Aunt Doctor Dugan that I should go home and see if I could feel better. Aunt Doctor Dugan checked on me every day and mommy would sleep with me in the spare bedroom every night. Pretty soon, I started to turn pink again. And, I started eatin' my crunchies and Fancy Feast like you wouldn't believe! Now I'm all better and very thankful that I don't have to make vomit anymore.

Now, I take naps all day long, fuss at all the little cats in the house, let mommy kiss me and love me and pretty much rule the roost. I just want to say that I love my mommy, even though she's not very smart, and I love my Aunt Doctor Dugan very, very much. She helped to save my life. If you're a cat that lives in Richmond, you should go see my Aunt Doctor Dugan at Gayton Animal Hopsital. She is the most wonderful vetroregurgitarian (that's a very big and hard word to spell!) in the whole world.

That's it for now. Gotta go finish a nap I started.
Meow!
Lucy Margarite