Whiskers & Purrs

A Sad Weekend

To all the peoples on the innernets, we don't gots such good news.  It has been a real sad weekend.  We still don't know if our friends Mu Shue, Lilly Lu and Baby Iris is okay.  Their apartment had a real bad fire and their mommy is frantic.  Our mommy can't even let herself think 'bout it.  She says it's her very biggest fear in the world...if our house catched on fire, how would she git us all out?  It's just sad.

Then, our friend Miral went to heaven.  We just found that out this mornin'.  She had a sick heart and her mommy tried so hard to help her but it was time for her to go to heaven to watch over us all.  We know how sad Miral's family must be 'cause we have seen mommy go through it 2 times...once when Ricky had to leave and then just a few months ago when Lucy had to go to heaven.  Somehow I wish we could git our mommies to unnerstand that just 'cause we go to heaven don't mean we ain't still here.  Goin' to heaven just means gittin' your wings and gittin' the job of watchin' over everybody you love.

We saw this poem on the Krasota Castle Cats blog...we hope they don't mind if we post it here...we thinked it would be kinda nice for peoples to read since everybody is all so sad.  And we found the pretty picture on the Cat Blogosphere.

 

And God asked the feline spirit
Are you ready to come home?
Oh, yes, quite so, replied the precious soul
And, as a cat, you know I am most able
To decide anything for myself.

Are you coming then? asked God.
Soon, replied the whiskered angel
But I must come slowly
For my human friends are troubled
For you see, they need me, quite certainly.

But don't they understand? asked God
That you'll never leave them?
That your souls are intertwined. For all eternity?
That nothing is created or destroyed?
It just is....forever and ever and ever.

Eventually they will understand,
Replied the glorious cat
For I will whisper into their hearts
That I am always with them
I just am....forever and ever and ever.

Author Unknown

Please help us pray for our friends.

Very truly yours,

The Whiskers & Purrs Gang

Mommy's Yellow Jacket

Dearest Mommy,
'Member last week when you was lookin' in your closet and saw your pritty yellow jacket that reminds you of daffodils and tulips layin' in the floor?  'Member how you thought it had just falled off the hanger and you picked it up and hanged it back up? 'Member how you decided to wear it on Friday with your jeans since you gits to wear jeans to work on Friday?  'Member how you was lookin' forward to it 'cause it's such a comfortable jacket and everything?

Well, dearest mommy, that was a mistake.  See, your jacket that reminds you of daffodils and tulips did fall into the floor.  But...it didn't just lay there.  See...the kitty that we refer to as "Anonymous" decided to make a pawlitical statement on your pritty yellow jacket.  See...you have been spendin' an awful lotsa of time with Work.  You ain't been spendin' lotsa times with us.  "Anonymous" is tired of it.  So...if the pritty yellow jacket was gonna git to go to work with you, "Anonymous" decided to send a little bit of us with you and the pritty daffodil jacket.  "Anonymous" made a gigantic tinkle right on the pritty daffodil jacket.  Of course, you was in such a rush on Friday mornin' that you didn't realize it until much later in the day...

You was on a conference call when you started thinkin' somethin' smelled real real REAL bad in your office.  In fact, it made you wanna vomit.  That stinkiness went with you wherever you went...it's kinda funny how that was workin'.  It wasn't until you got home that you figured out that a little bit of us had been with you all day long.

We hopes you have learned your lesson.  Work don't matter...we do.

Very truly yours,

Anonymous...from the Whiskers & Purrs Gang

The Evil Eye...

To all the peoples on the innernets, this is Fergie the Duchess of Huntsmoor speakin'.  I wanna say right off the bat that this here post don't apply to 99.99999% of the peoples on the innernets.  It just is goin' to one person.  We don't know if it's a boy or a girl or if he/she is pritty or ugly on the outside.  One thing we know for sure is that they is ugly on the insides...and that's where bein' pritty or ugly counts.

See, somebody that lives in England, leaved a nasty comment on our bloggy.  They said some real mean things...like we was just ordinary cats and our pictures were not good.  They said that just 'cause mommy loves us didn't mean everybody wants to see our pictures...that mommy was "conceited" 'cause she let us put our pictures on the innernets.  He/she also said that the innernets was full of sites just like ours...mediocre and a waste of time.

We gots somethin' to say to you, Mr. and/or Mrs. England:

1. If you don't like our blog, DON'T COME VISIT IT NO MORE.  Nobody asked you for your opinion.
2. Ain't no cat in the world "ordinary" or "mediocre".  We is all real special with our own stories to tell.
3. In all the time it taked you to write somethin' mean to us, you could've said somethin' nice to somebody else.  It's okay if you don't like us...WE DON'T LIKE YOU EITHER.  Just keep your nasty negative comments to yourself.
4. You suck.
5. We gots 12 tiny little butts you can kiss and mommy has one GIGANTIC butt you can kiss.  Please feel free to fly to America and kiss away.

On behalf of all my brothers and sisters and mommy, I am gonna give that dumb person from England the EVIL EYE!

Very truly yours,
Fergie the Duchess of Hunstmoor

PS...we know that dumb person don't represent all the people of England...we like people from the UK...except for this one.  Prince William is the HOTNESS!  God Save the Queen!

Very tired...

 

Hi to all the peoples on the innernets.  We is tired.  Today is the day mommy is cleanin' the house.  It is her job and she is supposed to do it every day.  Now keep in minds, she is really bad at doin' this job.  Our job is to  mess things up and she is supposed to clean it all up unner our supervision.  We has been tryin' to supervise her and keep her focused.  She is makin' lotsa noise when she uses that thing called a vaccuuminator and she's fussin' at us 'cause we is just tryin' to make sure she does the job right.  That ain't the way this is supposta work. 

We is just gonna go take a nap until this is all over.

Very truly yours,
Jimmy & Freddy

It Was A Very Bad Night

Hi. This is Freddy Astaire Graves III speakin'.  Last night was a very bad night.  It started when mommy came home.  It was dark.  She couldn't see nothin' when she walked in.  All of us was excited 'bout it bein' Vowintimes Day and was waitin' for her at the door.  She didn't see us and BANGED us upside the head with the door when she walked in.  I'm pritty sure the Senator has a concussion or some sorta brain injury 'cause of it.  But who can really tell...'cause he ain't quite right to begin with.

Then, mommy walked into the kitchen and stepped in some tinkles the Senator had made for her...he ain't right and we just try to ignore him sometimes.  When mommy stepped in the tinkles she slid halfway 'cross the floor ended up steppin' on Fergie's foots. 

Then she went to give Felix his shot for his pooper.  She had gone to VRCC to git new medicine for Felix and they had gived her the WORLDS BIGGEST NEEDLES!!!  When mommy went to give him the shot, Felix screamed like he was dyin'.  It must've hurt him real bad.

And THEN, she finally went to bed.  Just as she was startin' to snooze and I was cuddled up next to her, she rolled over and knocked ME in the head with her pointy elbow!  I ain't a hunner percent sure but I think she knocked somethin' loose 'cause I can hear some rattlin' in my head now.

Yep, it was a real bad night at the Whiskers & Purrs House. 

Very truly yours,
Freddy Astaire Graves III

A Message For Mommy From "Anonymous"

Dearest Mommy,

We knows you ain't been feelin' good but we have now had 'nuff of this stuff.  Time to quit feelin' sorry for yourself and git back to bein' a good mommy.  We have decided to take some action.  We know you noticed this mornin' that a little surprise had been leaved for you...you remember...you had picked out your undies and most favoritest bosom holder and leaved it on the vanity when you was takin' a shower...remember how somebody had made a "mistake" and tinkled on 'em by the time you gotted outta the shower?  Guess what...ANONYMOUS has striked again...This wasn't no mistake.  A few of us gotted together and decided to send you a message...START PAYIN' ATTENTION TO US OR YOUR PILLOW WILL BE NEXT!

Very truly yours,

Anonymous

A Bad Day

Hi.  This is Mazie Grace speakin'.  We have had us a bad day.  Mommy has been real real sick...ya know, makin' vomit and stuff.  It's been real skeery and we've been busy takin' care of her.  We is just way too tired to write much today...please check back in on Sunday...we'll have lots to write 'bout then.

Very truly yours,

Mazie Grace, Nurse Extraordinare

The Unfairness & Injustice Of It All

To all the peoples on the innernets,
We just wanna say that we think some unfair stuff is goin' on in our house.  It just ain't right.  There is rules for us and then there is rules for mommy.  Them rules ain't the same.  It ain't fair that mommy gits to make the rules.  There's more of us than they is of her. Majority rules, right?

In particular, we is mad 'cause when we eats, we gots to share off of the same plates.  Mommy sits out 6 plates of Fancy Feast every night and every mornin'.  There's 12 of us.  We gots to lick and slurp off of the same plates and we ain't allowed to growl or bop anybody upside the head.  Mommy says we gots to have manners when we is eatin' our Fancy Feast.  We follow that there rule real good...nobody hogs all the supper.  We is real ladies and gentlemens.

Now, when mommy sits down to eat, she gits her own plate and she eats other stuff...non-Fancy Feast stuff.  When we go to sniff her plate to see if we want any, she fusses at us and won't let us lick and slurp off of her plate.  Shouldn't she have ta share just like we do???

The unfairness and injustice of it all...it just ain't right.

Very truly yours,
The Whiskers & Purrs Gang

We Don't Like Work

To all you peoples on the innernets,

We don't know 'xactly who "Work" is but we sure can tell you that we don't like him.  He's causin' us to be neglected.  Mommy had to git up real real REAL early yesterday mornin'.  When we told her this was not 'cceptable for us, she said it don't matter 'cause she had to do it for "Work".  She seems to be doin' an awful lot of stuff for "Work" lately...She leaved us at 6:00 in the mornin' so she could spend some time with "Work".  She was gone the whole long day...she was at "Work".  Then, she didn't git home until 'bout 9:30...you guessed it...it was all 'cause of "Work". 

Work, we need you to unnerstand that you is not fittin' in with our lifestyle.  We is busy people and don't have time for you to be stealin' mommy away from us.  Stop it...stop it right now!  We is way more important than you...mommy's performance on the job here at home is startin' to suffer all 'cause of you.

Mommy, you need to unnerstand that we must be your nummer one responsibility.  You gots boxes to clean, belly's to rub and Fancy Feast to fix.  Work must come after us...or we is gonna have to start leavin' you little reminders of who the boss really is...

Very truly yours,
The Whiskers & Purrs Gang

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