Word-less & Word-full Wednez-day

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Ack-shoelly, I justee wanted to showz off my Cally0for-kneeuh cuzzinz. Dat firstee pix iz da D-A-W-G Miss Emily… she iz a snoozin’ on her nice bed after da pic sesshun. She iz kinda old & grumpy, but she lovez her momee & protects her from intruderz.

Den doze catsez are my cuzzinz Rawleigh & Zsa Zsa.

Rawleigh waz a reskew cat who showed up at da Auntie Mignon’s house & he waz such a big lovea-bull ball of floof dats she tooks him in. Zsa Zsa iz da smokey grey Floofy Queen of da housee. Now she & Rawleigh iz enjoyin’ bein’ brudder & sister az long az dey both gets der wayz. (I yam not sure how dat works egg-zactly, but I guesse dey haz it all figured out.)

Da BIG bail-out

Tweet: "Okeedokee kitteez... da dadee iz gonna teach us abouts da problemz wit da Amerry-can finanshul market."

Tweet: "So dadee, why iz evfurry one so worried abouts dere green paperz?"

Daddy: "Well Doctor, things are very bad on Wall Street, and on Main Street many beans cannot afford to pay their mortgages or even their winter heating bills."

Tweet: "But dadee, us kitteez needz our toyzez, 'nip, and roastied chix-henz fur Christ-must."

Daddy: "Tweet!!! What did I just tell you about spending more than you have? Never, NEVER spend green papers that you do not have in the bank."

Tweet: (Oh fur heavenz sakee! Likes I havfunt heard dis lesson beforez.)

"Dadee? Iz payin' wit a credit card OK? 'Cuz Delilah haz been uzin' one dat she gots from Chey and Daizy awhile back."

Delilah: "Oh really Uncle Tweety, are you kidding? I am sure that I did no such thing... I would not be irresponsible with Daddy's money. He always tells us not to use credit cards."

Delilah: "In fact, I am quite insulted by your suggestion that I would spend indiscriminately. I will pretend I did not hear that nonsensical remark!"

Tweet: "Dadee? Sumpin' iz up.. I justee feelz it in my floofs."

Delilah: "Now.. where did I put that blasted statement. I know it's here somewhere! I gotta be subtle about this or the jig may be up!"

Delilah: "Aaaaaaaarggggghh! How much does that thing say I spent?!"

Delilah: "You know, I can easily explain this. Mr Paulson said that he was going to bail us out... and now look what happened! We owe him and Mr GM and Mr Ford even more hundreds of green papers. I just don't get it!"

Tweet: " Well catsez... that's it fur sure. Our goose iz cooked. No Santa fur us. How will I evfur explain dis to da Dadee."

Tweet: "Mini? do you tink your momee will let us catsez comez oevfur fur Christ-must dinner if we promisez to bring our own bowlz? Otherwize I tink it's gonna beez stone soup fur us."

Bounce has gone to the Bridge

I have just heard the news. I am all alone now, no sweet Bounce to hold my paw.

We met as 15-year olds, and then became Sweet 16s very close together. I was already completely blind when we met, but that was all right with my gentle and sweet Bounce. He led me for walks around the garden and brought me roses, nip valentines, and tea.

I will miss him... and I know how much his family loved him.

I don't care that I can't see... I am going to go to his family and comfort them. Won't you go with me dear friends?

We'll walk together and leave our purrs and prayers. His sisters Lucy and Trixie will need us. And his human family will be honored to receive us.

Thank you ML, for this beautiful graphic.

Delilah & da Garlicky Bed

Mommy: "Delilah honey, aren't you going to help build the new raised bed for the garlic?"

Delilah: "Mommy! It's raining out here... and it's freezing! Are you crazy?"

Delilah: "I think I should have stayed inside with my sister Iris and snuggled on the sofa."

Mommy: But Delilah, you and Dr Tweety are our gardening cats. You have to help."

Delilah: "What exactly is that thing? A raised bed? Can I sleep in it??"

Mommy: "Delilah... you weren't paying attention. It's for garlic."

Delilah: "A bed for stinky plants?? You've got to be kidding!"

Delilah: "Well this merits further investigation... Daddy? Can I see?"

Delilah: "Wow! That's quite a contraption! You know, the more I see this bed, I think that it would make an excellent kitty-litter box for when Dr Tweety has his parties. Can we poop in this thing Daddy? Can I try it out?"

Daddy: "Now sweetie, no pooping in it. But you can get a closer look if you want."

Delilah: "I can't wait until Angus gets a load of this thing!"

Delilah: "Um... Daddy? Aren't you forgetting to do something? Isn't dirt or litter supposed to go in the bottom of this bed?"

Delilah: "Oh this is a riot... and they thought they knew how to garden? Mommy??? You better put that camera down right now and get over here and help Daddy! He's using the kitty-litter bed!"

Delilah: "I am not going to hold my breath until Spring on this one folks. If we get any stinky plants (instead of stinky poops) out of this box, it will be a major miracle."

Dr Tweety: " You see how tingszez are oevfur here. If any cat wants to help egg-nog-erate dis box, you haz my personal invite!"

PS: Da Momee iz at a 3 day meetin' fur her work.. so we cannots be bloggin' until Fry-day. See you den!

Don't it makes my blue eyez turn Orange!!!

Okeedokee. Doez you wanna know what reeely makes me see Orange?????

Here iz a clue: See dat Furminator ting?

Abouts da onlee way to get ridz of it iz to dispatch it quickly wit a good WHAP!

Good GAWD... evfun my whappin' doez not deter da momee wif her mission of de-furrin' me.

I ree-fuze to lets dis ruin my Sunday mornin'. I will justee lets da glare of my ORANGE eyeballzez blind her compleetlee.

"Dadee? Now dat dat in-dig-kneetee iz oevfur, canz we share your bacon & eggzez?"

We are in a saddened state...

This is Auntie Stinkie stepping in for the Fab Five.
I am feeling so low. I fear that my sweet love of a man cat, my dearest bravest Bounce, may have to go to the Bridge. I have leaky eyes as I dictate these words to Mommy:

"My dearest Bounce, how I adore thee. You are my heart, my love, my comfort. We have reached an age where kittie's days may be numbered. Some of us get lucky enough to live until 22, and some of us leave this world as youngsters. I don’t know how many more days I will be with my own Mommy and Daddy, but I do know that when the call comes for me, I will be by your side, my dearest Bounce, for all of Eternity.

My heart is too full. I am crying as I say these words. How can I say good-bye? I can only send comfort to your family, your mommy and daddy, your sisters, and to your friends.

I love you Bounce, that will never change. I will carry you inside my heart as a candle that will ever stay lighted, and I will stay by your side if you decide that this is your final passage. And I will be here, holding your paw, if you decide that you want to stay awhile longer. You must be the one to make the choice dearest, and I, I will respect your wishes."

Your adoring Auntie Stinkie.

Peaz fur da world - Frum Da Fab Five

"Peace, in the sense of the absence of war, is of little value to someone who is dying of hunger or cold. It will not remove the pain of torture inflicted on a prisoner of conscience. It does not comfort those who have lost their loved ones in floods caused by senseless deforestation in a neighboring country. Peace can only last where human rights are respected, where the people are fed, and where individuals and nations are free."

His Holiness the Dalai Lama

I yam bushed!!!

Sassy Cat fixed me up! See da cuke-cumberz she sent??? I do (hic!) feel a itty bitty better!

What a great partee we hadz! You all made it da bestee. I couldz not have done it witout you.

I yam still a bits hung-oev-fur, but mebbe (hic!) I should haz a itty bitty bit of da hairz of da (hic!) dawg dats bit me.

Leftoev-fur niptiniz any cat? (hic!)

Afternoon update

Since da momee waz locked in da office for 4 hourz typin' non-stop, I haz gotted da key & let her out.

Pleeze cats, do not worry. We can partee witout her!!!

Hoo-ray!!!! Let's partee!!!

Ariel made us dis gorge-us cake!!!!

I yam sooo happee!!! We iz gonna haz fun fur sure. Come on in & I yam gonna tellz you why da Dia de la Muertos iz such a beeotyfull ting:

Firstee, az in da pic above, we honorz all doze dat haz come bee-fore. I yam honorin' da momeez Uncle Riley, Auntie Ginger, best friend Elly, all-time frendz Tommy & Mike, & all of da bee-ootyfull animalz dat haz come bee-fore, in dis housee & da other houseez across Amery-cuh.

We gets to cleanz up da placez where we haz laid dem to restee & we gets to lights da candullz & purr fur dere soulz to be at peace.
Da Virgin Mary pree-sidez oevfur all.

& den when we haz come back frum our purrz, we gets to celly-brate!!~! We iz evfun havin' moo-zik today... justee looks at dat tally-tented skelly-ton!

Now, fur one of da benny-fits of Dia de la Muertos: PICKNIX!!!
I broughts along 976 chix-hen legz dat iz barby-cued wit my speshul sauce.

& fur da meezer frendz attenden, dere iz a 567 pound ham!

Diz iz a great way to celly-brate my furst bloggoversarry... although, I has to say, da momee sure messed uppee! She nee-glected us & YOU, all summer! Ptooey: dubble hairballzez!

Okeedokee: House treashin' time!!!!

It's almostee here!

Da BIG partee iz almostee comin’. I yam gonna celly-brate da Dias de la Muertos (Da Day of Da Dead… ‘cuz da momee iz honorin’ all her losted frendz & relly-tivezez), my bee-lated Firstee Blogg-versarry (Dat waz supposed to be August 2nd!!!)… which gotted dee-layed ‘cuz of da momeez itty-bitty greenzez bizzy-ness, &, da firstee Big, HUGE, chix-hen roastie of da year.

I wants evfurry cat, frendz old & new, to stops oevfur on Sun-day Novembrr 2, fromz 10:00 a.m. (PST) until 2:00 p.m. (PST) Remem-burr, it iz da firstee day of Day Light Savinz time, so all you sleepy cats should haz no egg-scusez. (I iz tryin’ to see if we can uze da Chatzy, but I’ll haz to keeps you posted on dat.)

Okeedokee. Here iz da menu:

Braized sqwabzez in a minced mousee gravee wit itty bitty greeniez garnish

Ham cross-ants wit a tastee bite of nip leevez on a skewer

987 poundzez of roastied chix-hen legzez

A 567 pound ham wit all da juicez & a cheeze soo-flay

Da Auntie Stinkie will be hostin’ a senior catsez par-lore, where nice china cupsez of tea will be served by da loverly Delilah.

I yam encouragin’ you to bring your flavor-rite dish, but justee know I iz not talkin’ abouts por-sillin, or chy-na. FOOOD!!! Dat iz what I meanz, Glory-us FOOOOOD!

See you all here… I haz so missed evfurry one. Tanks to all of you fur hangin’ in oevfur da lastee four months. So grab da badge & postie it to your site if you wants. It’s fur you.

A BIG Announce-mint

We iz gonna haz a partee! I missed my firstee bloggo-versary... can you beleevz it????

'Cuz da momee here waz all tied uppee wit her itty bitty greenz all summer, August 7th came & wents witout so muchee az a burp!!
Well all dat iz abouts to change.

Pleeze keeps Novembrrr 2, open on your cally-lenderz. Da Fab Five will haz an open housee at dis blog frum 10 a.m. PST until 2 p.m. PST. (Dis iz Orry-gone time) We iz not only cellybratin' da first bloggo-versarry, but also da Dia de los Muertos. Az evy-danced by da nice smilin' skull belowz.

While da momee haz been on hi-ate-lettuce, I haz been workin' on my self-published book of poemz, entitulled "When da Seazonz Change, Doez You Looks Likes You Haz da Mange?"

I yam sure it will be a bestee seller & earn me some well dezerved green paperz.

Az a pree-view of my master-peece, I yam includin' a poem here fur your enjoymint. &, what iz evfun more egg-citin' newz, I gets to go back to regular bloggin at da beginnin' of Novembrrr!!! & vizits all my long time frendz.

Hooray!!! Mini honey???? Gets ready to snarfle down som chix-hen legz. I yam gonna cook up abouts 987 poundz fur da partee. Yippeee!!!

Fall
by Dr Tweety

When da fall comez, doez you look likes you haz da mange?
Doez your belly want more den kibblez—
likes mebbe chick-henz from da free range?
Doez your weight goez up & down?
Doez your belly gets big & round?
Do you naps reel late & den snore some more,
do your chin whiskerz dragz on da floor?

In da fall, da sun ack-shoelly gets darker in da sky—would I lie?
Da flowerz all hang der headz
& even squirrelzez takes auntie-deep-press-ant medz.
I feel so egg-sauceded dat I could cry.
Evfurry day & evfurry cloud
bringz new rain showerz on my head—
Why should I gets outta bed? (Huh? Iz dat toona juice Momee?)

When da fall comez, do your furz looks likes dread knots?
Doez your tum-tum turnz to hungry thoughts?
Iz da mornin’ dark & da evenin’ black,
iz we all gonna “fall”z through da wintery cracks?
I haz a thought, or more den one:
It’s time fur a partee, fur evfurry one!
Bring your snax & bring your furz,
We iz gonna chomp on ham & shouts our purrz!

See you on Novembrr 2nd!!!