Maxi-Monday

Maximillian here. If I look particulalry grouchy, I have a very good reason. Someone sat in my chair. Can you believe the nerve?

And not only sat in it, they rumpled the cover, messed up the boogie pad, and the final insult, left pine needles on the seat!

Hmmmm. Now who could it be???

The beans may be back, but I tell you, this household is out of control. The Burmese Security Council is going to hear about this latest travesty.

"Uh, what's that mommy? Kellie is teleporting in? Allright, straighten up everybody. Delilah? Go get the broom, and Tweety you bring the dustpan. Hup two three! Hup two four! Get your butts over and answer the door!"

Fry-day drizzlez

Okeedokee evfurry cat. First of all, da momee haz hadz no time to do my bloggie right. We haz been vizitin’ your bloggiez, but not always leavfin’ com-mints. She haz not taken any new pix fur a couple o’ dayz & now she iz leavfin’ to go up to Elly’s memorial tomorrow.

Da cat sitter (doez she SIT on us????) iz comin’ by to feed da Auntie Stinkie her pillz, but she doez not know how to type. Fur heavenz sake. If da momee & dadee are both goin’ to be gonez, dey needz to hire a typist. Dis iz only reason-a-bull.

I yam goin’ to include a pic here of a bun-knee in anticie-patient of Easter. Justee loook at dat ting! It iz kissin’ a cat! I yam plum astounded. I would mebbe kiss a itty-bitty kitten, but I do not tink I would kiss a bun-knee. Well, mebbe if it brought me some choco-nip eggz.

While da cat sitter iz here, doez anyone wants to teleport oevfur and haz a partee? We could haz a itty-bitty sip of green beer & mebbe do a jig on da ceilin.’ Dis should get us in da mood fur Tybalt's partee on Man-day & The Cat Realm's St Paddy'z Day partee on Tuez-day.

Da momee & da dadee shouldz be home on Sun-day, so mebbe I can pushee da momee upstairz to da comp-hooter. Of course, if all goez well while dey are gone, I might haz a itty-bitty nip-oevfur!

Wordy-less Wed-nezday: Dreamin'

Da word fur da wordy-less day iz: DREAMIN'

I yam dreamin' 'bouts da Mini.

Auntie Stinkie iz dreamin' dat she iz seein' nanerz & Bounce.

Iris iz dreamin' abouts her mystery boy-cat. Who iz he?

Delilah iz dreamin' bouts Angus.

& da mad Bad-Burr-man iz dreamin' 'bouts Kellie.

27 Chix-henz sittin in da oevfun!

Okeedokee evfurry cat. Here iz what we haz been up to dis weekend. See dat chix-hen sittin on da foil? Dis iz justee one of da 27 dat I roastied up fur da Mini & me.

We hadz so many catz drop in to join da feastin' dat I had to roastie 54 of dis gour-maid delight in a GIANT roaster. I has to tell you it waz lots o' fun, & many other cats stuffied demselvz silly, but dere iz one rather LARGE drawback to dis egg-stavaganza:

I now weighz 35 poundz. I cannot beleevz how fastee da poundz creep on. I only ates about 16 thighz & mebbe abouts 18 breastez. I only sampled 12 of da liverz in olive oil & garlic... cuz I left da restee fur da Mini.

Az I haz said many timez before, I will nots eat da dumb D-I-E-T kib-bullz dat da momee & da dadee iz puttin' down fur Delilah. What in da heck do dey expects?

Dere iz a reazon dat D-I-E iz in da word D-I-E-T. If you eats dat stuffee long enuff it's gonna kill you!

Mail call fur Delilah

Look every one....Angus Mohr sent me a package!!
I am so excited, I just can't stand it!

I am going to get daddy to help me open it. "Hurry up daddy!"

The suspense is getting to me! "Can't you go faster?"

Oh what is in there? All I see is plastic wrapping! "Move over daddy!"

A ball? Just for me? And it has pink feathers on it?

Okay...out of the way. Let me at it!

I am going to put the bitey on it, and if daddy does not hurry up, I am going to bitey him!

But look! There is a nanner! I can't believe it! I HAVE to bitey that too!

I have never seen anything like this in my life. I have only read about these fantastical nanners. Doesn't Pixie like these? Daisy, you have a wise sister!

And look, there is all kinds of wonderful things, including my favorite brand of food. I can have little servings, since I am on a diet. I have never eaten Temptations before, but maybe daddy will let me have one or two for dessert. "Daddy?"

Oh no! Here comes Maximillian! What does he want???

I may be feeling a little woozy from the nanner! I can't get too crazy since I am still recovering.

"Maximillian, this package is for me. Not you! Kellie sent you one of your own! Back off the nanner dude! You're slobbering on it!"

Look at the L-O-V-E card that Angus made.

If Maxi is going to chew on my nanner, I am going to pretend that this box is my rat cave. Of course, being that it is a tad bit small, I will simply wear it on my head!

I am one lucky girl cat. Angus Mohr is the best boy friend one could ever dream of. And I love his handsome ways, his literary mind, and his love of the romantic arts.

Angus, you are without equal!
I LOVE you!

We gots some awardz!!

Lookee what happened: Our good bud Henry Helton & Tybalt both sent me dis award: da Inspirin’ Bloggie Award. I yam plum amazed, ‘cuz lately, I yam not sure we haz been too inspirin’. But mebbe it counts fur bloggiez in da past? I yam gonna do my bestee to livez up to it.

I tink I will givez dis inspirin’ award to Skeeter & LC, Sunny’s Mommy & dat hansome man-cat Mickey & to Kellie & her momee. (We wants her momee to gets better & gets da right meddy-cashunz.)

Den, we gots dis remark-a-bull Toadally Awesome Award from da Furry Kids! I tink dis iz a furry interestin’ award. Justee look at dat toad. He looks like he could puff himself up into a BIG ball & roll down da hill. Mebbe he can travel da world dis way.

Hmmmm. Mebbe I will give dis award to my brudder da mad Bad-Burr-man & he can travull to Burma fur a year or two.

Uh… well… wait a minuet. I guessee he can’t do dat ‘cuz he gots da beootyfull Miss Kellie countin’ on him to take her on a trip to San Francisco dis summer. Okeedokee den. I won’ts give dis to da Maxi. Let’s see….. what shall I do?

Oh, I gots it, I gots it!! I givez dis award to ALL da kitteez & dawgz & beanz dat visited da momee while she waz in-cog-neeto. She tinks you are all da biggest blessin’ she haz evfur seen. So evfurry one dat visits us, you justee grabz dat big ‘ol Toad & takes him home wit you!! I promise he won’t givez you warts. You might evfun want to givez him a kiss!

PS: Delilah iz gonna openz up dat pack-age she gots frum Angus soon. I wonder what iz inside. I justee am about to jump out of my furry pants! Delilah? Here kitty kitty. Momee? Get dat flashy ting ready ‘cuz I can’t takes da suspenderz any more!

Tuez-day letter frum Dr Tweet

To my dear, DEAR bloggin’ frendz,

I mustee tell you all how touched I haz been by da outpourin’ of your hearts to da momee & fur your concernz fur Delilah. I haz considered dat I can never repayz all of you fur your purrayerz & ad-vice. I haz been keeping da momee company ovefur da lastee week, & it looks like she iz willin’ to try & helps me do a bloggie here & dere. I justee can’ts wait!

Delilah iz better! She haz not had a seizure fur a week & a halfee…. & she iz evfun layin’ on her back & playin’ wit Iris, & nozin’ around outside. & get dis: She gots a boxee frum her boyfrend Angus Mohr in da mail! She haz been nozin’ at it, tryin’ to gets da momee to open it so dat she can do a postee here, but da momee haz not been uzin’ da flashee box dis week. I wants to know what iz in dat boxee! (Uh, well of course, Delilah gets to openz it.)

Auntie Stinkie iz amazin’. She iz pawin’ her way to da front porch where she sits & breathez da fresh airz & lets da breezez wafteez through her furz. She LOVEZ da sunshine. Den, when she iz done wit her sun bathin’, she pawz her way back into da housee. It iz mostee remark-a-bull. Bounce haz been vizitin’ evfurry afternoonz & dey haz been takin’ tea wit Miss Peach & Princess.

Maximillian haz been snarfin’ tuna puffs wit da loverly Miss Kellie da Orange Cat. Dey iz plannin’ to walk along da Embarcadero in San Francisco in July & eats dinner at da loverly fish rest-rant called Scomas. Dey will takes a long roman-tick weekend & explore da wine country. Hmmm, I thought we waz in da country of da US of A. Where da heck iz da Wine Country?

Iris iz goin’ nuts watchin da Spring bird festy-vull. Dere are a squillion chixa-deez & some robinz & some jayz outside da pictshure window & da Iris practically bonks her noodle on da window tryin to follow da birdzez move-mints.

Da Mini iz comin’ oevfur dis weekend & we are goin’ to triez out some new recipeez from da March Saveur. I waz justee tinkin’ bout’ dis… I should be getting’ paid fur advertizin frum Saveur fur mentionin’ dem on my bloggie all da time! Hmmm, mebbe dis iz a source of revvy-new to pay fur Delilah’z meddy-cull billz. I yam ON it!!!

I also won some awardz! I has to go pix ‘em up & den I wil do a postee abouts dat too. But da momee iz gonna has to gets her typin’ pawzez ready. Momee?

Okeedokee. I lovez you all sweet frendz.

Yourz,
Dr Tweety Bird

Doin' whatz I can

Okeedokee. I yam tryin' furry hard to understand da momee & how she haz been lately. She comez home from workee & sez, "Hey Tweet, shall we vizit your frendz tonight?" But den she goez away & criez into her pillow. I know she wants to helps me wit da bloggie, but I yam bein' az pashunt az I can. Az evvy-danced by da pix below, one can see dat I yam suck-ceeedin.'

Here I yam showin' her dat I iz findin' it diffy-cult to not vizit my frendz.

Here I yam showin' her dat I yam sick of D-I-E-T kibbullz. Dis iz what da momee & dadee has to feedz Delilah 'cuz SHE gots too fat!

Speakin' of Delilah, da V-E-T tinks she haz eppa-leprosy, but dey still iz not sure. She gots tested & mebbe it waz some poisinon' from a azalea flowerz dat da momee had puts on da kitsh-hen tabull... not knowin' any better. But no one knowz.

Now Delilah iz gonna has to take some meddy-sin fur see-surez if she haz anudder one likes she did dis lastee Sat-turd-day. Dis iz why da momee iz cryin'. She lostee her frend Elly & on top of all of dis stuffy wit Delilah.

Here I yam lookin up in da sky fur angelz to come & reskew me. I yam purrin' fur some real foodz like da momee used to make. Mebbe some roastie chix-hen? She iz evfun starvin' da poor dadee 'cuz she iz feelin' so deep-pressed.

Here I yam showin' how peeved I yam. I evfun gots an awardee from Henry Helton & I hazn't been abull to go gets it. Justee wait Henry, I will be dere soon.

Actushually, I yam really kinda sad. Mebbe da momee will not evfur lets me bloggie again. & I haz had dis wonder-full outpourin' from frendz old & new & no way to thank dem.

Let me justee say dat we will come by your placez to see what iz happenin' & mebbe in a week or so, da momee will start to dry her eyez & be abull to helps me.

Okeedokee. I will be better to her den. I will nots peez on da blanket or her purse. I will not bites her hand when she fillz da bowl wit D-I-E-T foodz. At leastee I will try.

Update fur da Fab Five

Hello evfurry cat. I yam so thank-full fur your furry nice messagez to da momee. She iz goin’ to try & lets me vizit you & tank you fur stoppin’ by. I waz missin’ all my furrendz sumpin’ fiercee.

I thought I would give da followin’ update on all da catz in da housee:

Da Delilah iz still under da wether, so da dadee iz takin’ her fur anudder V-E-T vizit on Fry-day. Angus Mohr sent Delilah a wunderfull e-card & Delilah LOVED it. Dis made her feel better. She iz justee not feelin’ like da wunderfull cat she iz & we haz got to gets to da bottom of dis problem & soon.

Auntie Stinkie iz doin’ great. She haz been sniffin’ nip mousiez & runnin’ around wit Bounce when he teleports oevfur fur lunch & tea. Dey iz discussin’ long term care & da senior cats rights & responsee-billy-teez. Deze are furry wize cats!

Kellie da Orange Cat haz been oevfur to vizit da mad Bad-Burrman Maximillian, & he iz takin’ a itty-bitty vacashun from da Burmeze Security Counsel. He iz still patrollin’ da local neighbore-hood at night… & scairin’ racoonz, possumz, vishus vegan deerz & itty bitty kittenz. (Ooopsie…did I say kittenz???? I din’t mean dat. Dat would makes da Maximillian sound like a big bully. Hmmmmm.)

Iris haz been leapin’ & landin’ on da momeez shoulder & snurfin’ at her eyez in da middle of da night. She wakes da momee up wit her whiskerz ticklin’ da momeez snout.
Okeedokee, I know dat da momee doez not haz a snout. She iz not a piggy. But I yam mad at da momee ‘cuz she haz ignored me lately. I yam tryin’ to not loze patience wit her.

My sweetie da Mini iz havin’ a treat contest! You gots to go oevfur to her bloggie & vote so dat she gets lots & lots & lots & lots &…well, you guessed it, LOTS of treats! Da Mini mustee eats deze treats before dey dissa-peerz into mebbe anudder food bowl. Dis iz why she feelz a sense of urgencee. Comin’ from a multy-pull cat household myself, I understandz da need to eats before someone else comez along & eats it first!

I hopes I gets to come by & see evfurry one soon. I justee adorez all of you. Da momee haz been lettin’ me take sneak-peex at your bloggiez, but no com-mints. Mebbe dis weekend?? Momee????

In Memorium

My precious friend Elly went to the Rainbow Bridge on Saturday morning at 6:15 a.m., February 16, 2008.

On Thursday, I sat by her side as she was surrounded by her friends, and adoring husband of two and a half years.

She was conscious and disturbed by the severity of her condition, but never fearful. She smiled and through her oxygen mask, asked me in her usual way, "Are we having fun now?"

We remained strong in her view, and then as she slipped into a permanent dream state on Friday, we would leave her room and cry with one another. We told all of our collective "Elly stories," and we marveled at her strength of living with cancer for 10 years, in radiant grace.

Her husband prayed for a miracle until the last.

Friday afternoon, we brought her home where she could die in her own home, facing the water of Henderson Inlet and Mount Rainier. Her altar in homage to Mother Mary was lit with candles and photographs of her wedding day.

After she had passed from this world into the Divine Spirit's arms, we held her body, surrounded her with our prayers and blessings and let her beautiful soul travel forth.

Elly was only 58 years old. She had so much life, love and spirit that it seems unbelievable that she is not here.

Breast cancer is at epidemic levels. Please keep the women in your family safe. Get regular checkups and talk about your health-care with a doctor you really trust and who understands you.

Dr Tweety sends you his love, and we will return to regular blogging as soon as I am up to it. Much love to you all.

Love encompassez more than Valentinez

Mommy'z bestee frend Elly

My dear bloggin' kitty frendz.
Sometimez love is havin' to be at your frend'z bedside when dey are ready to go to da rainbow bridge.

Da momeez bestee frend besidez Miss Marianne, iz Elly.

Elly haz been fightin' breast cancer fur 10 yearz. Da momee haz takin' many healin' journeyz with Elly over this last decade and beyond. It haz alwayz been a journey of self discovery & love.

Momee waz wit Elly when she had her first biopsy & she waz dere when Elly had her mastectomy & haz been wit her through thick & thin, evfun across divorcez & joyful second marriagez.

Elly waz a nurse fur 22 yearz, givin' her speshul light to premature babiez in da prenatal CCU, & she evfun made da most lovin' video about infant massage. Elly haz been a certified healing touch practioner, & she & da momee taught classez togedder in a wonderful clinic in Washington State.

About a year & a half ago, Elly's cancer returned wit a vengence. This last six months haz been da worse. Elly haz been receivin' chemotherapy but da cancer found its way to da bone marrow and da pancreas.

Today, da momee got da call at work dat Elly will most likely leave us, furry soon. Momee needz to go to Olympia, to take her turn sittin' at Elly's bedside. She needz to say good-bye.

Dis iz what true love iz about.

Momee apollygizez to all da cats who were lookin furward to da cruize & da live chat wit us tomorrow night.

Howefur, da wonderful Momo iz still gonna partee wit you on her bloggie & she will postee da detailz on her Website. Also, da Hottiez will be hostin' a live chat on Chatzy at da timez stated in our postee below. Pleaze check da Hottiez Website fur da password and url to Chatzy, or on da Cat Bloggospear.

Tank you fur your understandin' & I will be dere wit you on da cruize, evfun though da momee will be keepin' da love vigil by Elly's side.

Justee rememburr, dat we love ALL of you.

Da L-O-V-E Cruize iz comin!!!!

Maxi adores Kellie the Orange Cat

It's almostee here!!! Da L-O-V-E cruize iz comin your way.

Grab da boat pic below & you can postee it to your bloggie & bringz your sweetie pie. & if you iz a singull cat, you are bound to have a good time, fur us cats know how to be frendz witout a bunch of romance.

Dis cruize is fur evfurry cat!

Da Momo iz gonna hostee some L-O-V-E cruize festiviteez on da 13th in da evenin' & also on da 14th fur whilez. Check Momo's bloggie fur exact timez. Some of da party will be on her bloggie & some on Chatzy fur live meowin.'

Den, da kitteez oevfur at Hot (M) BC will takes a shift on da 14th at Chatzy, from 9 a.m. to 11 a.m. (PST), and den from 5:30 p.m. to 6:30 p.m. (PST)

I tink Miles & Sammy Meezer may be helpin' too & mebbe some other cats will host, so keep checkin' da Cat Bloggospear fur announcemints.

Da momee here will hostee at Chatzy on Valentine's Day from 6:30 p.m. till 8:30 p.m. (PST)

We will givez out da url & password closer to da day...'cuz we don'ts want any bad amymalz to gets a hold of it!

Come cruize wit your sweetie or your bestee frend.
'Nip martiniz & choco-flavored mousiez on ice.

Dr Tweety lovez Mini

Auntie Stinkie iz dreamin' abouts Bounce

Delilah iz gettin' better evfurry day & made dis Valentine fur Angus before she gots sick. But she iz excited abouts da cruize.

Now da momee wishes all of da beootyfull catz & dere momeez & dadeez dat came by while Delilah waz so ill, da bestee of health & life & love. If she hazn't made it by your bloggie to say thanks, she apollygizez. She iz so gratefull. To have her grey & white tuxedo rat back & on track, iz a mirrycull of da highest order. & she knowz dat purrin' & purrayin' iz part of it.

A pack-age fur Maximillian

Monday a.m. Delilah update: She iz perkin' up!!! She waz nozey bitin' da momee & dadee & slurpin' up her foodz! Da momee found her & Iris slappin at a YELLOW JACKEt in da bedroom. Da momee puts 2 + 2 togedder & tinks dat Delilah mebbe hadz an allergic reacshun to a bee sting. Haz any other catz heard of dis happenin? We iz so grateful fur all your purrin' & prayerz dat we iz doin' handspringz! Da LOVE CRUIZE iz on!!! We will keeps you posted. Also check da Cat Bloggospear later dis week, before da V-Day of coursee.


I yam besidez myself. Dis iz my bloggie, but justee LOOK at what da mad Bad-Burrman gots in da mail from dat nice gurl Kellie da Orange Cat.

"Look Maximillian! You got mail!"

Oh wow, I can't believe it! I got a beautiful card and some 'nip mousies and a fish. I've never had a package in my life!

Hmmmm. Sniff, sniff. Is that delightful fragrance a small bit of Kellie? Or maybe the nip is driving me crazy. I think I LOVE that striped fishy daddy.

But what I really like to do is whap a couple of mice at the same time. Whap! Whap! See how manly my big paws are Kellie? I just love to use my extra toes to whap things. (Yup, I iz sure he doez Kellie, espeshully me!)

I am stunned. No one has ever done such a nice thing for me before. I am going to stare into the ethers and think of Kellie receiving my Valentine that I sent to her.

Oh SURE, da Burr-man sent Kellie a pack-age too. But, 'cuz da Burmeze Security Forcez made him works oevfur time, da pack-age izn't gonna gets to Canada until AFTER Valentinez Day. Personabully, I tink he iz uzin' dis az an ex-cuse. Kellie, I hopes you iz a patient kitty.

Sun-day iz fur my frend Delilah

Here iz da Delilah. She iz restin' in da sunshine. She iz eatin' on her own now & drinkin' water too. Da momee & da dadee haz not noticed any new seizure activity, if dat iz what iz cauzin' her to be sick. She iz sleepin' whole bunchez of hourz at a time...I tink dat iz so she canz get oevfur da fevfur & feel bettur soon.

If she had been a old kitty, den evfurry one would understanz, but she iz only a young gurl cat. I haz been terrybull worried & da momee waz ready fur da basket case. (what IZ a basket in a case??) Da bloggospear meanz furry much to da momee & she iz ovefurwhelmed by your supports & thoughts about what could be da problem.

I gots to tank ALL of da purrin' & prayin' from both our old frendz & new. The purrin' & prayin' iz workin! I send all of your blessinz right backs & in multiplyin' dimensionz. Tank you, tank you, tank you all!!

UPDATE ON DELILAH

We have come back from Delilah's second visit to the vet. She is improving. Her temperature was down another point, she ate a teaspoon of tuna, and we gave her more water with the syringe.

The vet believes that she is in the "after stages" of the seizure, where her muscles may be sore, and she is exhausted. The long term effects and prognosis is still unknown. Was it really a seizure? Why was the fever present with no apparent infection source? The vet said that if it is idiopathic seizure disorder, she may never have another one, but then again, she may be required to take medication if she does.

I guess we just have to take one step at a time, and not panic.

Great thanks goes out to all of Dr Tweety's friends who have come to purr. This is of great comfort to the Doctor, and to the entire family.

Very bad news, please purr for Delilah

This is our lovely girl Delilah, Dr Tweety's friend and housemate. Last night as I arrived home from work, I found her listless and difficult to arouse. She was blazingly hot to the touch. Her adopted sister Iris was protecting her with a paw and leg wrapped around her.

I called the vet and rushed her down to his office. By the time we took her out of the carrier, she had woken up but was so freaked by the vet's office that she began to hyperventilate.

The vet thinks she had a seizure. Her temp was 105.8, but everything else he ran last night, besides that, was normal. Her blood glucose, fine. Her white cell count, fine. Her heart, fine. She doesn't have an abscess. Her liver was not enlarged, although at almost 16 pounds, she is way too b-i-g.

She remained listless and wobbly through last night. We had to give her water to stay hydrated through a syringe. We moved her to our bed and she slept between her daddy and I most of the night. As I write this, she is sleeping next to her daddy. I heard her purring for the first time since this all started. I am trying to remain hopeful.

We will be in touch with the vet again today.

I am afraid that my eyes look like swollen frogs eyes from crying so much. And Dr Tweety is very depressed, silently retreating to his favorite chair.

Please forgive us for not visiting. I will update this post as we get more news and her condition changes.

Dearest Angus, I am so sorry. We're not sure she will be able to go to Venice next week...but we certainly are doing everything in our power to make her well again.