Airing of Grievences

OK, this will be my airing of grievances. You should all feel very sorry for me. I've had a rough couple of weeks.

First of all, it has been 12 days since we've blogged. That makes me mad.

Then, my favorite couch was taken away. Remember my 30 year old, cushions blown, hand me down sofa in the Mancave I loved? How it supported my tush so perfectly?





Well, it got replaced with these!




Then, last weekend, I was abandoned for 3 days while my beans went to a wedding. True, I had my grandbeans coming by to spoil me but it wasn't the same.

Then mommy was "busy" all week taking care of the house for....house guests! That is what those new sofas were for. The three sticky little people that were coming to stay! AND their parents came and they all brought.....



this thing! This thing that got belly rubs from MY daddy and mommy and attention from MY blurpy boy. This kitty eating furball was in MY house and took over MY Mancave.



As you can see I did NOT like having it in the house AT ALL. I hid under the coffee table and Bendrix & I grooooooooooowled and hissed at it.



I wasn't scared, I faced it like a true Mancat. When I wasn't under the coffee table that is.




a blury picture of my scary scary Halloween hissing pose cause mommy was racing to get between me and the woofie when she snapped it

The only redeeming thing is that the sticky little people like cats, especially one of them and I got lots of extra pets and scritches.

Hendrix's mommy here: River the woofie is the sweetest thing, not a kitty eater. He barely acknowledged that Hendrix was around. And before anyone thinks we just left Hendrix to fend for himself, we had plenty of places for him to get away from it all where the kids and woofie could not follow. He chose to stay in the middle of it. We didn't want to lock him in his "safe room" all weekend because A. that isn't fair and B. it was in the upper 90's all weekend and muggy and that room gets hot hot hot. He wouldn't be comfy. BUT he could get there thru this kid proof & woofie proof gate



Or be in the dining room on his favorite chair which he easily accesses thru this gate.

Thinking I am Freaking Annoyed

I know it is better and safer for me to be inside (especially with my FIV+ status), but that d#mn rat is getting way to comfortable on MY deck.

What Does It Mean Wednesday

The six story "Touchdown Jesus" (as it is known to us locals) was struck by lightening and burned to the ground.

Although it was built in 2004 it seems like it had been there forever waving at us as we cruised up I-75.

The church says they they are going to rebuild. This makes me and mommy so ticked off. Why? Read on:

Taken from wcpo.com "Darlene Bishop, wife of Solid Rock Church Pastor and Founder Lawrence Bishop, said she was grateful that none of the firefighters was hurt.

“We don’t grieve over fiberglass,” Bishop added. Instead, she asked others to remember flooding victims in Arkansas and Oklahoma or the people of the Gulf Coast affected by the ongoing oil spill."

She then goes on to say that the church plans to rebuild the Jesus statue to the tune of another quarter of a million dollars... "The first Jesus was resurrected in three days. It's going to take us a little longer than three days but he will be back. He's like the Terminator. He's coming back," said Pastor Bishop"

So, if we understand this correctly, they are aware of the suffering and distress going on, and still choose to waste a quarter of a million dollars on that stupid thing.

We have to ask "What Would Jesus Do?"

Just stuff

No catchy title today. Mommy is so stressed with her big project which is not only not going as well as we hoped, but also causing more stress. She has a cold now and since the Stinky Boy is at grandma and grandpa's for the day we're hanging out riding the sofatrain.

Our Cincinnati Reds are doing very well and we are happy about that. I hope it spills over into football season.

We'll be around soon! Take care all.

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!