Friday, December 31, 2010

It's da Snooze year in rear-view!

Dear frendz... I yam proud to bringz you da year in rear-view!

You may notices a theme az you looks at us Fab Five & da beenz.

Itsez been dat kinda year fur us,
but we hadz some help to gets us through from you!

Delilah: "z-z-z-z-z-z-x-x-z."
Dr Tweety: "z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z."

Maximillian: "z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-l-o-z."
Delilah: "z-z-z-z-z-z-z-l-z."

Iris: "?!"
Dr Tweety: "z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-o-h-z."

Da Momee: z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-s-n-o-r-e-s-o-m-e-m-o-r-e."
Iris: "?!"
Auntie Stinkie: "z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-f-a-r-t."

Boy Been: "z-z-z-z-z-z-z."
Girl-in-law-been: "z-z-z-z-z-z-z."
Auntie Stinkie: "z-z-z-z-z-z-z-f-a-r-t."

Auntie Stinkie: "z-z-z-z-z-y-o-u-k-n-o-w-h-a-t."
Iris: "?!"
Delilah: "z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-l-o-l."
Dr Tweety: "z-z-z-z-z-z-z."

Dr Tweety: "z-z-z-z-z-z."

Maximillian: "z-z-z-z-z-z-z-i-t-z."
Delilah: "z-z-z-z-z-z-o-o"
Dr Tweety: "z-z-z-z-z."

Dr Tweety: "z-z-z-z-z-z-z-c-h-e-e-z-e?"

Dr Tweety: "z-z-z-u-m-w-h-a-t-d-a-h-e-c-k?

Da Dadee: "Mommy! I think I know what Tweet needs!"

Dr Tweety: "nom... nom..."
Da momee: "Yup... PB&J & coffee!"

Dr Tweety: "Iz dere nip in dats dere coffeez?"

Dr Tweety: "May all of youze haz a furry Happy Snooze Year!!!"

Friday, December 24, 2010

Last minute shopping for Delilah

Delilah: "Would you look at this?
it appears that Mommy has left her wallet and credit cards out.
I think I know what to do!"

"Since all of our friends on the CB have been so true-blue, I am going to pull an "Oprah" and buy every cat a new i-Mac for Christmas!"

"It's about time us cats took control of cyber-shopping, and definitely time to take control of blogging since Mommy won't."

"Look what I found on the internet!
Green papers! You can buy green papers and have them delivered right to your door!"

"Now we can buy nip and cheese and soft beds.
Who needs Mommy?
Our friends miss us and we miss them."

"On top of that, we can all get double dinner discounts!
I also nabbed Mommy's $10 off coupon.

But here's a little something that green papers can't buy.

Ready kitties?

A one anda two anda three anda four:"

Dr Tweety, Delilah, Maximillian, Iris, and Auntie Stinkie:

"We wish you a merry Christmouse,
We wish you a merry Christmouse,
We wish you a merry Christmouse,
And a happee New Yearz!"

Glad tidings dear ones... we miss you and lovez you!

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

A itty bitty up-dates

Dear frendz, I haz been sadz 'cuz we haz kinda shuttered da blog.
Da Auntie bein' sickie on tops of da momee workin' two jobbiez waz too much fur da momee.

We nevfur evfur gots around to vizytin' or thankin' you fur all da wunderful purrz & well wishez fur da Auntie Stinkie.
So evfun though da dadee & da momee will be gone fur da turkey day
(dey iz dezertin' us to goez to see bean fambly) & stickin' us wit a cat-sitter, I willz givez da update:

I tooks care of da Auntie Stinkie... she iz kinda frail now & she started poopin' in places where she nevfur poopeded before!

But da momee sez she iz still da purrtee-est gurl she knowz & I yam sure dat iz true.

Da Delilah waz gettin' boreded so she decided to hangz uppy-side down.

Den da Maxi & da gurlzez tooks a nappy on da dadeez messy-age tabull.

Den cuz I waz so egg-sauced from takin' care of evfurryting when da momee waz too bizzy to tink abouts our frendz & evfun us... I tooks a nap & deecided to dream abouts what I WANTED fur turkey day:

See dat guy above? Da momee tooks hiz pic on her new second job!

She wanted to tellz you all dat purrty soon she will only haz one job again & den we can comez back to bloggin' & vizytin. Justy nots fur awhile longer. (I yam keepin my pawz crossed fur January!!!)

In da meentime, dear frendz,
HaPPy ThAnKsGivInG!!!!!!

We lovez each & evfurryone of you to itty bitty peecez.
Eats somez turkey fur moi OK?

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Auntie Stinkie iz stickin' to her gunz

Dis is da Dr speakin.'
See da Auntie above?
(Its a pic of her snoozin' before she gots sicky.)

Da antie-biotics iz worked!

She iz barely coughin' and snortin.
Now we tink da vets (az sweet az dey iz) missed dats she hadz an infeckshun.

Da momee sez dats next time, she will demandz dey starts da meddysin furst, insted of waitin.'

She iz still too skinny... but da momee iz feedin' her eggstraw tingz likes toona & eggz & sausagez.

&, she still gots losted in da bafroom & criez.
But da momee & da dadee picks her up & carriez her to da couch or to da bedroom where dey comforts her.

We wanted you to all know how much dis purrin' dats you all did 24/7 haz meants to our fambly.

Da momee has to works today (Sun-day) buts she iz hopin' to gets around da CB & tanks you all next week.

None of us cats could lets go of our Auntie just yet.
& da dadee sez she iz a sur-fiver!

I tinks dis iz true blue... don't you?

Friday, November 5, 2010

Auntie Stinkie's purr motor is back!!!

Oh dear friends!!!

Maybe the power of the purr is more miraculous than I had hoped! When I got home from work last night, Auntie Stinkie was sitting up and alert to the world around her. And, when I scritched her in her favorite places, she started to purr! Even with her snotty nosie!

She is just about finished with the antibiotics, but I am going to see if the vet wants her to have another round, since she still has a long recovery ahead. Quite a bit of hacking and sneezing, but there is something about her which says, "I haven't used up all of my nine lives yet Mommy!!!"

I am guarded about jumping up and down just yet, so we are all keeping our paws crossed and even our hind legs!

Thank you thank you thank you!!!!!

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Auntie Stinkie holding on

Note from Auntie Stinkie’s Momee:

Dear friends,

Thank you once more for the outpouring of love and purrs, from kitties and woofies that we have never met to loyal and loved old friends from the CB. We have felt the power of your love and our dear old girl is hanging in.

I am unable to return all the wishes right now, because life has been a bit out of hand this year, but I am reading each one and thinking about the good suggestions such as steaming and nasal drops.

Our girl is still not purring and she seems to be retreating a bit more… looking for that place where she can be comfortable and undisturbed by the other kitties. One thing is that even with both of us beans having to be away at work, Iris, our beautiful calico, has become her old Auntie’s nursemaid. Iris kisses her ears and sleeps near her. And we can see what a comfort she is to our blind girl.

She is still eating and drinking, but the cough and the snorting continues despite the antibiotics. We may take her back in on Saturday to see if we should run another test on her thyroid, since despite eating she is losing weight.

The vets seemed to think that this weight loss may be caused by a tumor. It’s so hard not to want her to be with us always yet keeping in mind the limitations on a little bitty kitty’s frail body. We have to remember that she is 93 in “people” years… a wonderful life span indeed.

In the meantime, I promise to update as I can (hard to do from work and I am working two jobs now). Bless you all for your generous love, from our kitty and human family to yours.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010


An open letter to all of our friends from "Da Momee:"

We are so thankful for the outpouring of love for our sweetest girl. We so want to believe that she can pull out of this... but we also know the reality. The biggest struggle is knowing the right time: not before, in case she can recover—and not too late, in case she is suffering silently.

I have to believe that our vets and Auntie Stinkie herself will help guide us through this.

Last night we were encouraged by the fact that she ate all of her food, did not seem so hot to touch, drank water, and slept on my lap.

But what hurts and scares me is that she does not purr and has lost her famous "Stinkie Smile."

Please continue to purr, because I am lost without hope and courage.

And thank you so much, for your generosity of spirit.

We love you all.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Auntie Stinkie is extremely ill

Da dadee iz doin’ better, but we haz some terrybull newz to report. Our wonderful Auntie Stinkie (she iz 18 & a big half yearz old) iz seriously ill.

Da momee & da dadee tooks her to da vet a week ago & dey ran all kindsez of testez, but nothing showed why she iz unabull to breeth through her nozie. No cold, no flu, no virus, but awful plugged coghin’ & hackin’ & cannots smellz.

Az you know, a blind cat mustee smellz to eats & find da way around da housy. She haz losted almost 2 poundsez evfun though she eats. Da vets checked her thyroid but it wazzn’t hyper.

Da momee & da dadee watched oevfur her, but she gotted worsy, so dey tooks her back to da vet yesterday. Da two vets (both furry nice men) spents abouts an hour checkin’ her. Dey couldz runall kindsez of more tests (like MRI & some other tubez down her nozie) but dey wouldz has to give her anesthesia… & dis would not be good.

Da nice vets tink it iz a bad cancer dat old kitties sometimez get. A tumor in her nasal passagez near her brain. But dey are not sure. Da momee & da dadee couldz not lets her go to da Rainbow Bridge without tryin’ one more ting: atibioticsez, in case it iz a infecshun.

If da antibioticsez don’t works, den da good, kind vet will comez to da house & helps our dearest Auntie Stinkie.

Da momee cannots gets to da bloggie fur awhile… but if she can & she iz not so much cryin’, she will lets me let you know what iz goin’ to takes place.

We iz so sorree to givez out such bad newz. All our frendz haz been so loyal to us & to our Auntie. But we promise dats da momee & da dadee willz not lets her suffer.

Friday, October 8, 2010

Da Dadee iz recovfurrin'

Da momee sez dat da dadee iz now recovfurrin.'
(Hmmmm... I wonder if dis meenz he haz new furz?)

Dey gots all da badz thyroid outs & now dey hopes dats da cancer iz all out too. Dey has to keeps him oevfur night to see if dere iz enuff parathyroid to givez him da calcium he needz to be healthy.

We are so glad dats da dadee will comez home tomorrow & den we can see what kind of new furz da doctorz gave him!

In da meentime, we iz furry grateful to you all deze past weeksez when da momee haz nots blogged much or helped us vizit.
You iz true frendz.

& Jan? Da momee sez dats Engleesh izn't what it used to be, beefore da advent of bloggin'!
Mebbe dere shouldz be a "cat to kitty" opshun!

Today we waits fur da dadee

We lovez you all.

Da blogger iz not lettin' us load imeegez & da momee iz waitin' at da hospeetal fur da dadee who iz in da surgeree.

She tinks mebbe it iz da hospeetal
why-fly dat iz da problumb...
so she sed fur moi (Dr Tweety)
to types dis message inda boxy:

We lovez you all & we sure iz happee dats you are sendin' your good wishez.

Da dadee will be in da surgeree fur almostee three hourzez.

Da momee will call us catsez at home after it iz oevfur & den lets us know how it went.
Den we will posty an update.
Mebbe by den da pix will be up.

We love you all dear frendz!
Doc Tweety, Iris, Delilah, Maximillian,
& Auntie Stinkie

Friday, September 24, 2010

Delilah's De-lay

Maximillian: "Missy D, we have got to develop a plan of action. Daddy has to have a CAT scan on Tuesday, and we have to cancel your knee surgery."

Delilah: "Oh Uncle Maxi! I have been worried about Daddy, but he says every one is going to be fine. But Mommy is wandering around like a moose in the headlights.

What are we going to do?"

Maximillian: "Time to make a couple of phone calls Missy D. Let's get crackin'!

Okay everybody, gather round. Missy D is going to call the CB for some help."

Delilah: "Oh... er, hi... I um, mean hello! Can I please order a thin crust cheese and chicken pizza with extra sardines?

How much will it cost to add about 56 pounds of anchovies?

Is that all?

(Psssst... what do you think gang? Shall we go with the extra fishy?)

All cats: "Yeow, meow!"

Okay Mr Pizza Man, you want Mommy's credit card?
It is PISA #bizillion"

Maximillian: (????!!!!!####&&&***!!!)

"Holy cheese wheels! What am I gonna do now?
Tweety! Quit biting your nails and do something!"

Dr Tweety: "Pardonee moi... I yam tryinz to haz a quiet moment of meddytashun here & send da dadee some heelin' thoughtsez & all you can talksez about iz spare change?

Missy D? Tellz 'em to load on da egg-straw cheez will you?"

Auntie Stinkie: "Delilah? I am so glad you are able to see the key pad on that phone contraption.

I'm pretty hungry tonight... will you get double pizzas for every cat?"

Dr Tweety: "Iris sez she wantsez pizza fur breakfust too. & my gurlfrend da Mini iz comin' by to haz din-din.

So getses abouts 95 pizzas Poppet."

Delilah: "Well Maxi, that was an excellent plan of yours.
I feel so much better now!"


Maximillian: "Poppet! You are supposed to be on a diet!
And the idea was to help Daddy and Mommy de-stressify, not go into debt over pizza!"

Delilah: "I think I'm going to hang out here on the porch for awhile while the other cats enjoy their pizzas.

My knee surgery has to be rescheduled, but that's OK with me.

I am actually getting around quite well now that I have lost 2 pounds and 2 ounces.

And as far as that credit card bill?
I have a great hiding place—under the poopy box!

Right now we're all just going to keep our paws crossed for a good outcome for Daddy, because his next surgery is October 8th."

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Who picked da cotton-pickin' treez?!

Delilah: "OMB! Some cat is going to really be in trouble!!!

Just look at this mess in the back garden... I don't even want to know what happened, because I won't be able to clean it all up before Mommy and Daddy get back home."

Iris: "Holy buzz saws! Where's the forest?"

Iris: "Mommy and Daddy are going to have triple cows when they see this... and I bet that Maximillian had something to do with it.

He was mumbling last night about how he couldn't see the nip forest through the trees!"

Maximillian: "Snzzzzzzzzzt! Snzzzzzzzooot!"

Auntie Stinkie: "Z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-le."

Dr Tweety: "Itzez allright gurlz.
Da dadee & da momee tooked down da treez 'cuz dey are gonna makes da gardun bigger & better.

Of cousey dats meenz you has to worksez twicey az hard next year!

Missy D, didz you tellz evfurry cat da reely BIG newz????"

Delilah: (muttering: 'At least the porch swing is still here!')

"No Uncle Tweety... I haven't updated the CB yet because Mommy has been out of town for work and also because I've been working on my weight.

I've lost 2 pounds and 2 ounces!!! See how svelte my hips are?

And, my knee surgery is scheduled for September 27th!"

Dr Tweety: "Furry good Missy D! I tinks you gets a egg-straw fishy in your bowl."

Delilah: "I think I should get an extra sardine too! After all, I am on the Catakins diet.

I need to apologize to our friends. We haven't visited the CB in awhile, but Mommy says we'll try.

I just wouldn't hold your breath!"

Dr Tweety: "No poppet... da momee iz notted doin' her part fur our palz. Dey are all so pashunt wit us. Mebbe one of deze dayz dey will gets dis-gutsed & goez away.

What will we doez den?"

Delilah: "We will take over the house! And we will invite every cat over to party!"

Dr Tweety: "Hmmmmm... good ideea. Mebbe we'll start rippin' ups more den da treez!"

Friday, September 3, 2010


Maximillian: "Whaaaaaaaaaat?????!!!!

You gotta be kidding!

How did the doc's blog get turned over to some whippersnapper with MY name????

Are Mommy and Daddy outta their green bean pickin' minds??"

Maximillian: "Hi dere! Aren't I cute?"

"My new Daddy Jeff just 'dopted meez from the Hu-mane Society.

I am furry sociable and adowable."

"My new Daddy gotted some Chi-sneeze foodz and I thoughts I would try 'em. You has to sniffs 'em first before you licks 'em!"

"I think I will also dwink some of my new Daddy's water.

Chi-sneeze food makes meez extra thirsty!"

"Who does this foot belong to?

That is NOT my new Daddy... but his friend, Dr Tweedy's Daddy.

I like him too!"

"In fact, I wuv his foots so much that I will bites them!"

"I am sooo cute that evfurry one will wuv me too.

Maybe even my name-sake Uncle Maximillian at Dr Tweedy's house.

Maxi? Do you wuv me?"

Maximillian: "Whatever floats your boat kiddo... at least I don't have to live with you!"

Celly-bratin life in Orry-gone