Memorial Day - A Tribute

The Gettysburg Address

Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth, upon this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived, and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met here on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of it as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

But in a larger sense we can not dedicate - we can not consecrate - we can not hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled, here, have consecrated it far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember, what we say here, but can never forget what they did here.

It is for us, the living, rather to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they have, thus far, so nobly carried on. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us - that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they here gave the last full measure of devotion - that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain; that this nation shall have a new birth of freedom; and that this government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth

To all those who have served, continue to serve and will serve. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.


Sad on Sunday

We are very very sad that the oil spill is still happening. Our thoughts and prayers go out to all those directly affected by this environmental disaster. We are so concerned about the animals that are being injured or killed and our hearts go out to those whose livelihoods depend on clean beaches and oceans. purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrs.

This horrific disaster will affect all of us for years to come.

Please send some positive thoughts to those volunteers who are working so hard to clean up this horrible mess.


Have the tables have turned?

I was looking down at my prey before pouncing as a good House Panther would. You know enjoying the idea of it first (just kidding, sorta)

Then I realized what Chubs was holding. Have the tables turned? Has Tole shown his true colors?

That had better be faux furs or I'm in trouble doods.

I'm doubly upset because Joel's cage broke. I had 3 months and 2 days of no worries. Now, it is all about dodging fat fingers and keeping them out of my food dishes.

I am very concerned

(Hendrix's mommy here, yes, that is just a printed blanket, it isn't even close to furs)


Thinking on Thursday

I'm thinking I am one good looking House Panther.

Pause for fur grooming

Remember when Joel has his professional pictures taken by my Aunt? And she took some pictures of me? I'm thinking they turned out awesome.

What do you think??


Sneaky on Saturday

Come here birdie birdie birdie

It's just an innocent bag.

Nothing dangerous here....well, maybe just a little

If only one of those birdies would find their way into the house.


Happy Mother's Day!

Happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there both of beans and furries.

I love my mommy for many reasons. I can list:

The way she makes sure I have fresh food and water and stinky goodness twice a day no matter how busy she is.

The way she always buys the freshest catnip plants and plants them for me to enjoy eating from pots.

The way she always has time to give me pets and scritches even when the blurpy boy needs attention.

The way she says she is proud of my spirit and bravery when I duke it out with the much bigger than me VET techs who outnumber me (even tho she feels guilty about the blood I draw...)

The way she always finds time to play with me and take tons of pictures with me.

The way she lets me get close to the stinky blurpy boy on my terms and doesn't push us together. (in these pictures, I jumped up on the bed when mommy and stinky Joel were already there and demanded pets.) AND the way she keeps me safe from his out of control bungling movements and excitement. After all "Tails are NOT for pulling"

The way she lets me lay on her legs and tummy even when her back aches and she'd rather roll over. Then after she breaks down and rolls over, she makes sure I get all snuggled in next to her and rubs my cheeks till I fall asleep.

The way she joined a book club so she'd have an excuse to sit for hours with me!

The way she tells Joel how lucky they are to have a smart, handsome, good kitty like me and she hopes we'll be best buds someday.

The way she makes sure that even when I get up where I am NOT allowed, nothing will hurt me if I do. AND the way she got all the stuff that would hurt Joel up so he is safe too. After all, he has 2 more hands for petting and feeding. I'd hate to lose their potential.

Like most mommies, mine puts herself last so we can all be taken care of and be happy and safe. Anne M Jarvis may have believed that the tribute day she founded in "Mother's Day" became to commercialized, but, if you will allow me one moment of complete cheezyness, I don't think there is anything we can give our mommies one day a year to make up for all they give us the other 364 days.

Thanks to my mom, my grandmas and all the moms in the world who love us!




We're late but we're going to leave this post up for Monday so it gets lotsa good purrs going.

We are purring and purring for Herman and mommy Karen Jo. Herman has FIV like me, but unfortunately Herman also has FLV. He had a rough time until his mommy Karen Jo adopted him and gave him a forever home.

With her love, he discovered snuggles, special treats & toys and play time. We have always loved Karen Jo for the thoughtful limmericks she has done for so many of us. Since she adopted Herman, we love her even more.

Adopting a special needs kitty, especially for your first, is a difficult and loving decision. It is hard to give your heart to a furry kid knowing you might not have them long, but Karen Jo was so unselfish she did just that. She took in Herman and is giving him the best forever home she can.

Now Herman is not doing well and he and Karen Jo need some comforting purrs. We are sending them to him and Karen Jo by the bucketful.

Herman was kind enough to pass along this Beautiful Blogger Award to me and I am honored to receive it. I would like to pass this on to anyone who leaves a special comment for Herman AND one other kitty/bean on the purrs and prayers list.

I'm supposed to tell everyone 7 new things about me. Most of you know me pretty well by now, so I think I'll borrow Herman's idea and tell you 6 things I've done in the past week and 1 new thing about me.

1. I did not scratch or bite Joel when his fat little hand got away from mommy's grip and hit me in the neck. Yes kitties, I got a biiiiiiiiiig plate of stinky and lots of "good Hendrix, you are the best kitty in the world" because of that.

2. Jumped up on the dining room table with its new, and slippery-er table cloth and did some accidental base jumping off the side.

3. Puked up a nasty wet hairball with a big crusty hairknot center just as mommy was finally packed up and walking out the door to Joel's sitter to go to work. Timing is everything.

4. Did not warn mommy about the totally giant bug (seriously, I think I saw fangs) that was on the ceiling above her head while she put her make up on and then stretched out on the bed and enjoyed the show when she saw it. I don't think a Swiff*er duster is supposed to be swung around like that but hey, it did the job. She left the carcuss for daddy to clean up when he got home.

5. Actually "marked" that stinky boy as mine. I rubbed all over him with my head (mommy had him contained - the situation in #1 was a sneak attack by the stinker). Now he belongs to me and must do what I say when I say it.

6. Enjoyed a whole day with mommy in bed with NO baby around. Stinky boy went to the sitter's. Mommy got her back shots Friday, so doctor's orders, bed rest. I got to enjoy open windows, quiet time, Psych on DVD and lots and lots of scritches. Then sitnky boy came home and mommy still stayed in bed with me!!

7. I've discovered more white furs. I blame Joel #2 aka stinky boy aka blurpy boy aka "that thing" (as in "get that thing away from me") aka Munchasaurus Rex aka the shrieker (perhaps that should mean is nickname is "Cel*ine Dion"?). Kids turn their parent's furs grey, I can see now it affects older siblings too. I guess it is time for N#ce and Easy. That is my style.