Update on Auntie Stinkie - 5:20 p.m.

Your purrzez haz worked!!!

Da momee justed gotted home wit our Auntie Stinkie... & she doez nots haz da congestive heart fay-lure.

Da nice docktor gavez her some fluidz & tooks her lung & heart soundz & evfun didz her blood presshure. Auntie passed wit flyin' colorz.

Lastee night, da momeee thought dat mebbe Auntie waz goin' to da rainbow bridge.

She waz coughin' & sneezin' & her didz not want to drink or eats.

She gotted too cold in da gardun. Az some of her old frendz know Auntie lovez to be in her gardun... but it iz still furry cold & wit a senior kitty on medz fur her kidneez, it waz mebbe too cold fur her to be outside.

Da momee wrapped her in a big hand knit swetter, & she slepted wit da dadee & da momee & dey kept wakin' up to monitor her coughin' spellz.

Da nice cat docktor tinks mebbe she gotted a grass or a peece of dirt or a bug evfun, trapped in sinusez. So she wore herself out tryin' to get its out.

Da good newz iz dat she seemz like she iz outta da woodz.

& it iz all becuz of your purrin~!

We are gonna come & say hi dis weekend to each & evfurry one of you. Your kindness meant so much to da hiss-tyrical momee. & of course, to da restee of us worried catsez.

Kissez,
Dr Tweety

Auntie Stinkie needz your purrz

Pleeze purr fur da Auntie Stinkie. She iz furry sick. Da momee & da dadee waz up half da night & da momee waz cryin.’

Auntie iz goin’ to da vets dis afternoon. We will try to postee an update tonight.

We justee despurrately needz your purrz fur our brave old girl who will be cellybratin’ her 17th birfday in May.

Tanks you. We lovez you all.

Back but breeflee

Dr Tweety: "I yam gettin' skarreded. It haz now beenz three whole weeksez & we haz not blogged or vizyted. Da momee gotted reel sick wit a bad bug fur 10 dayzez & denz her momee gotted sick & in da hosp-spilltel. So az you can see, we haz been all on our own, & still no regular blog in site. Dis is an utter dis-grace! Whats about our frendz???"

Maximillian: "I am right behind you Tweet. Mommy has her excuses, but now she and Daddy have to go to California to see our Grandma Beans. Both of the Grandma Beans have been under the weather. I sure hope Kellie the Orange Cat has not forgotten me."

Auntie Stinkie: "I am going to take a stroll around the winter garden with my friends Princess and Miss Peach, and with the two wonderful sisters of Bounce. I have been invited to tend to Miss Peach at her wedding in the spring. I sure hope Mommy pulls it all back together before then."

Iris: "Yes, Mommy really has to make more of an effort. This mousie hunting in the freezing cold is getting a little old, don't you think?"

Mystery man cat: "Yup. I think your Mommy is really leaving you all in the lurch. I sure wouldn't put up with it!"

Delilah: "What!??? Who is THAT cat???? Oh I just can't believe it's come to this... strange cats showing up in the yard and Mommy ignoring us completely!

Angus??? Are you there my love???
I got to FINALLY unwrap my Valentines Day present from you.

I adore it! And yes, Venice it is! In fact, is Texas far from here?

Mommy says she will post pictures, but I wouldn't count on it if I were you. She is out of control."

Dr Tweety: "As you can see, tingz are not what dey shouldz be.
I yam hopin' fur a big change in two more weeks.. but I haz been promised so much dat it iz beginnin' to soundz sus-fishily likes da boy who cried da woofie.

Pleeze don'ts dezert us... we willz be back, if I has to gets false fingerz on my pawz!

Oh & Mini honey, I yam comin' oevfur wits abouts 987 poundz of chix-hen thighz in my suit-case. I hopes dat iz enuff!"

Oh no... not agin!

Dear frendzez, I yam afraidz dat I has to takes a break frum bloggyin.'

Dis iz not what I wants to do... but da momeee here haz run into work tingz dats will takes up all her time fur da next two weeksez. & den she will go awayz fur two dayz & den she will comez home to many many many chorez.

I yam so frustrated & feelz furry bad dats I cannot be here doin' whats I lovez to do.

Will you pleeze not forgets me? I can'ts makes any promisez, but We are hopin' to be bax on line in two weeksez.

Delilah gotted in some trubbull fur uzin' da keyboard whenz she spilled some sardine juice on da keyzez. So our plan to do da blog witout da momee didz not work.

Tank you fur bein' such wunderful palz... & we will comez & see what iz happenin' & hope to pix up da awardz dat you haz leftee fur us.

We justee aren't doin' tingz right oevfur here & so we iz deeply sorree.

I lovez you all.
-Dr Tweety

Iris iz a gorgeous babe!

Dr Tweety: "I thought dats since da Vally-tinez Day waz comin', dats now wouldz be a good time fur singull boy cats to see how beeotyfull my sissie Iris iz, as evy-danced by da pix bee-low."

"You can biggify da pix to see her glistenin' furz & speshull whiskerz close up."

"Now I kinda feel likes dis mights be Iris' year to find L-O-V-E.
Justee looks at dat beauty mark & doze pink pawz & her svelte figgure. Iris is a catch!

Da momee may be too bizzy to blog, but I yam payin' Delilah wit kibullz to types a few wordz here. Missy D, are you keepin' up wit my wordzez?

Delilah: "Of course I am Uncle Tweety. That old keyboarding book of Mommy's really has come in handy! Now if I can just click the shutter on the camera, I think we have it made."

Dr Tweety: "Missy D, don't lets dis goez to your head honey. We still haz a lotta catchin' ups to doez... & I don'ts tink dat da momee iz gonna co-operate.

Of coursee we can alwayz go & see our frendz. We mights not gets all our commints in, but we can see what dey iz up to."

Delilah: "Oh goodie! Are going to go and see Momo in Australia and Eric and Flynn in the UK and all our friends across the good 'ol US of A?"

Dr Tweety: "Abskull-lootley my dear, dat iz why dey invented da telly-porter."

Iris: "Um, could I please get in a word? Did I give permission for you and Delilah to place a personal ad on this Web site????"

Dr Tweety: "Oooopsie! Da jig iz up Missy D!!! Run!"

Wednez-day Weerd-ness

Delilah: "OMG!!! What is my brother Maximillan up to?
I think this is what Mommy has been so mad about."

Maximillian: (Hissing to himself) "I'll show Mommy! Who does she think she is? Deserting us cats when we need her... not cooking for us, not opening up bags of Greenies when we want it, not BLOGGING for us?!?"

Delilah: "Uh oh! I better follow Uncle Maxi and see what he's going to do. Mommy might get pretty annoyed if he's going to do what I think he's going to do."

Maximillian: "Ahhhhh... that's it... I will simply lift my tail and Mommy will see the evidence of my displeasure with this sad state of affairs."

Delilah: (Sniffs) "Ye gads!"

Maximillian: "Yep.. in fact, I think I'll do it again. Maybe on something that Mommy deems sacred, like her tools for growing micro greens!

Haha! Let's go!"

"Mmmmmm... here we go. This looks like the perfect spot to lift the tail."

"Aaaahhhh... I will imagine that this is a nice new pair of boots. Maybe even the ones she got for Christmas.
That will teach her!"

Delilah: "OMG!!! OMB!!! What will Mommy do???
She's going to blow a gasket!"

Maximillian: "Hah! a gasket, a basket... it doesn't matter Missy D!
I will lift the tail any where and any time.
And if you try to stop me I'll whap your little fuzzy face!"

Delilah: "Aaaaawwwwwwgggghhh! Mommy!!!! Uncle Maxi is attacking me!"

Iris: "Good Godfrey... can't a cat hunt in piece anymore???"

Delilah: "Ewwww.... it even stinks over in this part of the garden. Ick!!!"

"Mommy is going to have a cow! (or at least a heifer)"

"Mommy?????? Mommmmmmmmmmy?????"

"Well, you know what? If you can't beat 'em, join 'em!"

"That ought to do it! If my Uncle Maxi thinks he's going to ruin Mommy's garden, he's got another thought coming.

Ummm... on second thought, maybe I ought to go help Iris. Mommy may not only blow a gasket, she might blow a valve."

Mon-day Man-cat Day

Dr Tweety: "Dis iz a terry-bull state of affairz!
Da momee tinks she canz leavez us cats all alone while she organ-nizez da housee & da garage.
Ptooey!
Justee looks ats moi... I yam cov-furred in dirt!"

"How can she doez such a ting?
Where iz her dig-knee-tee?
(Fur dat matter, where iz mine??? I lets my pic be takin' like dis!)
I cannots beleevz her audit-taxy!"
Maxi, my brudder, can you beleevz da way dat da momee haz dee-zerted us catsez? Iz she outta her mind?"

Maximillian: (Grumbling) "You know something Tweet? If I wasn't already home on leave from Burma, I wouldn't even bother coming home!

I would head straight for Kellie the Orange Cat's house and have a wonderful time with my sweethheart."

Dr Tweety: "Amen to dat brudder o'mine! Mebbe I should head oevfur to da Mini's housee & stayz fur abouts 617 weeks! Dats wouldz teach da momee!"

Dr Tweety: "Enuff said! I haz givfun its my all but tingz don't seemz to be workin' out furry well wits da momee.

She nevfur helps me to vizit my frendz or evfun doez da blog.

It's "I have to do this Tweety and then maybe we can get together," or mebbe she haz anudder pity-full egg-scuse like "Oh Tweet honey, you know that I adore you!"

Yeah, right momee. I tinks I will believz dat when I seez da your fingerz on da key-board."

Time to takes tingz into my own pawz

Dr Tweety: "I haz a itty bitty con-fection to makes. Since da momee haz been in-cog-neato (da boy bean & hiz gurl waz vizytin) & I hadz no typist, I waz leftee to my own devices!

I tooks some nannerz, tomaterz & some nip (& mebbe a drop or 213, of fur-moose) & puts it all into da food prosess-her & madez some cock-talez."

"Az you can see frum my brudderz pic below... I may haz oevfur done it a itty bitty bit!"

"Mebbe it waz too much of da nip. I sure hopes da momee doez not come in beforez I can gets dis under control. She & her boy bean & da cute gurl bean Kellie are cleanin' outs da garage."

Auntie Stinkie: "Oh Tweet? I think it may be too late.. Iris mentioned my eyes were burning holes in the sofa!"

Delilah: "Oh goody!!! I want to try and burn holes in the sofa too! See? I am practicing my best laser eyes, but maybe I haven't had enough of that nip concoction. Uncle Tweety? Can I have some more?"

Dr Tweety: "Missy D! If yous really wants to haz lazer eyez, you has to practice your starez firstee. Da nip drink won'ts do it all.

See? See how I yam starin'? Dis iz how you gets dem eye ball muskullz strenghtened to bore holez in da furny-ture."

Delilah: "Well that's way too much trouble for me. Iris and I are going to take a nap until mommy comes out of the garage and fixes roast beast."

Dr Tweety: "Oh Maxi??? Hey brudder... come gets a look at deze laserz. I tinks mebbe we can burnz down da whole entire kitsch-hen!"

"Har har. Dis will servez da momee right fur dee-sertin' us catsez fur dayz on end."

Narrator: "And so dear readers, the Fab Five bore holes into the upholstered furniture, the dry wall, the towels, and the rugs.

A puff of smoke here, a puff of smoke there, and dinner was a wee bit late. There may have been a shriek or two, but as the narrator, I really cannot comment.

The moral of the story? Do not let mommy's think they can desert deserving cats for an entire week!"

Tuxie Tuesday (& throwin' in a wordless Wed-nez-day)

Sun-day ant-icks

Dr Tweety: "Dis iz gettin' to be kinda a rooteen aroundz here. Onlee gettin' to blogz once a week.

I yam purr-fectlee dis-gusted. Da momee iz so lazee dats she evfun doez a schedooled dee-ploy. Ptooey! Doubull hairballz.

& justee looks at da mess around here. No-one (da Momee!) haz evfun changed da tabull clothee frum Christ-Mouse to nor-mal.

Delilah??? I tinks you better gets da broom & da mop outta da clozet. Momee haz gone AWOL."

Delilah: "No way Uncle Dr Tweety! I am not going to clean house. I don't care if the mess rolls down the hill. It's bad enough that we are bored, but house cleaning? Forget about it!"

Dr Tweety: "Okeedokee itty bitty poppit. Tellz you what, why don'ts we cooks up some mousie pie. Wouldz you like dat?"

Delilah: "Oh yes! Hooray! Mousie pie for every cat! But where are we going to get the mousies?"

Dr Tweety: "Let's go ask Iris... she'z da hunter of da fambly. I bet she can help us out. Iris honey??? Iz you dere?"

Iris: "Oh! I think I see some mousies now! Out in the front yard! Quick.. let's go!"

Delilah: (((Huffing and puffing))) "I ran all the way out here, and I don't see any mousies. And besides, where's Maxi? I thought he was supposed to help out with those super duper paws of his."

Maximillian: "Oh no you don't. I am not going to involve my regal self with hunting. I just arrived back from Burma from a horrific assignment. I am not stirring from this chair for anything! Except maybe to day dream about my gorgeous Orange Queen Kellie."

Auntie Stinkie: "Well I can help Iris. I may not be able to see, but I think I can still smell mousies. Is that one underneath the stairs?
Delilah? Can you come here and help me whap a rodent or two?"

Delilah: (((Mutters to herself))) "What is this? Am I expected to do everything here? Clean, cook, and hunt mousies?"

Iris: "Delilah.. you like to eat mousie pie don't you? Well, the time has come to leave no stone, and no board unturned. Mousies are hard to catch this time of year."

Delilah: (((grumbling))) "If you insist Iris. But I really would rather just eat the mousie pie."

Iris: "Just remember Missy D, there is no pie without the hunt!"

Dr Tweety: "Well dis iz takin' a itty bitty bit longer denz I egg-speckled. Mebbe we otta change horsez in da creek & makes bananner bread. I tinks a nice nip nanner in da oevfun wouldz make dis day goez a itty bitty better."

Iris: "Look, I don't care if you want to make banana bread or mousie pie. Just as long as we get it done pronto. Is the micro okay for mousie pie?"

Maximillian: "Aaaaaaaarrrrrgghh! Don't get that mousie pie any where near the microwave!!! Does the word 'explosion' mean anything to you all?"

Narrator: And so dear readers, the moral of this story is: Never let the Fab Five become bored on a Sunday. Unless of course, you are partial to panic.

Dr Tweety: "Panic??? Who saidz any ting abouts panikin. Dat iz PICNICK. We iz havfun a P-I-C-N-I-K."

Narrator: I knew that! Picnic! The moral of the story is, to picnic on mousie pie.

Dr Tweety: "Muchee better."