Sunday, November 23, 2014

Furry Selfie Time

Once again it is Sunday, and that means its selfie time fur us furries again.
'Hey, Pipo!'
'Do ya know what day it is?'

'Pssst...Its Sunday, That means time fur selfies!'
'Come on lets go fur it.'

'Um...nope, not right yet...'

'Oopsie, looked the wrong way!'

'Pipo, Ya gotta look the other way.'

Sheesh, Now I got it all wrong.'

'There, finally! A good double Selfie!'

Well, its kind of yo-yo mode here.
The weather was cold & snowy earlier, now its 52F and raining, so all the snow is gone, leaving a soggy yard.
The sun tries to bravely peek out, but the rain scares it away again. So we have no sun puddles.
Dog guy sleeps and then hears something so he has to disrupt the peace and bark, or howl at the sirens of emergency vehicles.
Minko eats and then doesn't want to eat; Minko pukes and then doesn't. You nevfur know what the days will bring, MOL!
Even meowmy's schedule was yo-yo' now she has to work on Thanksgiving Day but will be off Christmas.
Pipo begs fur attention and scritches, but stalks off if dog-guy ventures too close. Minko head bonks the dog-guy, but then mews piteously if dog-guy gets too frisky back at him...sigh...

Meowmy & Pawppy say, who needs TV if there are furries in the den with us! MOL!

This selfie Sunday posting is part of a blog hop, hosted by the Cat On my Head.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Caturday Artistic Oldie

Hi pals in Bloggerland ( as meowmy calls it).
Here is another oldie artwork from our we joined up fur the blog hop...hosted by Athena.

Minko wants to thank all of you fur the purrs and pawyers on his behalf.
The labs that were done were inconclusive, but seemed to show that purrhaps he has some pancreatic issues. OMC:(
Not wanting to stress him out too much, we discussed just trying to modify the dietary intakes and see if that helps. (And not bringing him in fur more lab work, or tests. Which meowmy cannot afford anyways.She just left over 500 green papers there to have the routine things done fur us and dog-guy, OUCH!)  (To put it in perspective...meowmy would have to work over 2 of her work weeks to pay just that...part time nurses aides do not work to get rich, MOL!)So meowmy will be picking up some prescription food...Minko is so finicky, sure hopes he will at least try it.
And if Pipo decides to feast off of it, Oh, dear...well, at least we have something to work with, just pawyering that the pancreatic disease is not from the big C.
Minko is eating some, but only if meowmy puts it into his mouth...otherwise he just stares at it or tries to cover it up in a show of disdain. His bouts of vomiting are somewhat less...from 2 - 3 times a day to once or twice...If he eats enough he will play and or come to head bonk meowmy or use her shoes as his scratching post, a habit he has from kittenhood, MOL!

Meowmy is herself kind of bummed too...she was going to be having off for Thanksgiving, but now her schedule got changed, and she will be working. The good part is that means she will be off for Christmas:)
So if no mews comes out from here...well, meowmy will be busy! Our unfurs will be coming. But no festive meal here till the day after, so that her full attention can be put into the making of all the noms! Um...that also means no shopping on that day, MOL! She nevfur does anyways...she hates all those crowds and the seeming greed and I want it attitudes.

The turkey will be there...she got one at her work! MOL! ( They always give them to their employees each Thanksgiving.) At least it was cold enough to leave in her car while she was at work.

OK, now we got to go and snuggle with pawppy fur a while, w have not seen him fur 5 days and we are glad to have his nice lap back!

Athena's Caturday Art Blog Hop

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

We're With Worthless Woofie And Meowmy's Wowed!

Meowmy's wowed and wordless cause this nevur happens in our den...well hardly evfur!

Pipo Is Plotting Kitty Mischief, He's Whispering In Minko's Ear...

Sunday, November 16, 2014



                           WeBees showing you some meezer visages today...aka selfies!

Minko seems to be stable, and least he eats when meowmy puts it in his mouth...else he just sniffs it and stalks off. Most of the hissing between him and Pipo has stopped.
Of course the dog-guy still gets his share of hissies, MOL!

                           We have joined the Cat On my Head, for the Sunday Selfie Blog Hop.

Saturday, November 15, 2014

The Good, The Bad & The Ugly

A kimi art picture for the Autumn Season

Yes...the Bad is it is snowing and cold, and that is ugly as well... we mean the clean white blanket is OK, but the coldness of it isn't at all,,,and its so sloppy and slippery on the roads, that is the ugly.

The good is, we are cozy and safe and warm.

The good also is, meowmy is feeling better than when she got back from her trip. She is sounding less like  dog, and more like her human self!

Ugly is when you get up in the morning and find barf on the carpet...on the chairs and even in a kitty bed. UGH. More times in a week that meowmy wants ti think about. All whilst she was gone. Pawppy thought it was a case of bad furballs getting yakked didn't think so.

Bad is when the meowmy stuffs us into carriers, covers them to keep cold winds out, and takes us on the 8 mile trip to the vet lady. Pipo left a hole in meowmy's wrist...yes, more ugly, MOL!

Pipo was bad and was not about to come out of the carrier, despite how much he hadn't wanted to go tin in the furst place, MOL!

Ugly is seeing the number on the scale...14.6!! OMC! That is Fat!
So he will have to be more closely monitored as to how much he eats and what. And more playtime, but that falls in the good section...

Ugly and bad and scarey is seeing Minko's number on the scale,  7.2. Yikes! What a lot of his weight has been stolen away from him. Why? What is going on?
So he was poked and prodded some more and the vampire stole more blood from him than from Pipo...and he was bad, because Minko is an expert wiggler! MOL! The vampires had to try three veins to get any, MOL!

Both kitties were stabbed for the usual them that must have been both ugly and bad, MOL!

Now it is wait and wait and try not to be too anxious about what may be Minko's trouble. It could be simple or complicated. We have to hope it is simple. If the blood work doesn't tell us anything, then the options are to do extensive testing. However, that would be looking for things such as tumors...and while we know they can be treated, we as kitty pawrents simply do not wish to subject our kitties to that. It may extend their time with us, but we think the suffering to do that is selfish on our part. So we would try pain medicines and maybe steroids.
So we expect the worse and hope for the best. Meanwhile, meowmy is hand feeding Minko to ensure that he does get some nutrition. Poor little guy.
And more ugly...They both have ugly tartar and some gingivitis, so we will be scheduling a teeth cleaning one of these days...sigh...

After they got home, they both were in hissy the dog-guy, and at each other. Stressed out. Ugly!
Today the hissing continues, but not as bad.

Now we just need to get the sun to come out from behind all the snowmaking clouds.

Meowmy goes back to her work tomorrow, too...her vacation time is ended...that to her is bad and ugly, MOL!!

We joined Athena for her Caturday artwork this week because we thought our Kimi was 'artsy'! MOL! Meowmy took one of our pictures and put it into a kimi template, and then manipulated all the elements to make it original...she also added more elements, and changed some of the colors.


Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Lest We Forget

Today is Remembrance Day.
Yes, we live in the USA, where its called Veteran's Day. We thank all of our veterans who have so willingly and selflessly served so that we can be a free nation.

Meowmy is Canadian, and she still and will always think of November 11th as Remembrance Day. Poppy Day.
So many have given their blood as the payment for freedom. In the past and even now.

No matter where we live, freedom is costly, we should not at all take it for granted; ever.

When meowmy was a schoolgirl she had to learn this famous poem:

(Click the image to better see the words.)
So, let us say a heartfelt thank you to veterans any time we meet them, not just on days like today, no matter where they came from. Freedom cost lives, here and abroad.
You know, meowmy has worked with the elderly and a lot of them were veterans, in fact she worked in a hospital's long term care unit dedicated to those who served. She remembers many faces from that time. Even now in her current job with the elderly, there are veterans.

Take a moment at 11am to think on these things.
Thank you.

A Remembrance

Today  Nov 10th, we are remembering our angel furbling, Simba. While he was meowmy's second kitty, he was the first  kitten.

He had quite the purrsonality.
 Here is his tail as told by himself:

Well,  I decided it was time fur me to purr some things about me...maybe more to help meowmy keep my memory fresh, MOL!

I was the second kitty in this den, but I was meowmy's furst kitten. OMC! What had she gotten into? MOL!
I was a busy little dude and curious beyond all measure.
I had to get into all boxes/bags that came through the doors, and of course I had to go through all doors too.
I even greeted strangers!
I licked the furs of humans, esp that of meowmy when she had come back from the salon...she thinks I liked the hairspay, MOL! Because usually I only tried to lick/groom pawppy's topcoat of hair, upon which he lavishly sprayed that stuff, to keep it under control...but after I was done with it, well it truly had the tussled appearance...more to my liking.
I didn't mind it when our auntie would come and bring her little cairn terrier, I tried to play with him, though Groucho only hissed...
I loved the attentions given me by the little girl of meowmy's good furends when they visited. There is even a picture of me with her. That young lady is finished college now.

When I came to this furmily called MINE, I was a teeny bit of a kitten, kind of scrawny, but oh so filled with easily given out purrs and bread making paws.
Meowmy noticed that there were fleas all over me. YUCK! Not good at all, dangerous even, fur, not having any flea medications at hand, I got a bath with kitten flea shampoo...hmmm...not a good way to tell me they loved me, well, I guess it must have been, else I would have had to stay outside even longer. I came from a litter of kittens that nevfur had been inside. Pawppy said it was a sort of slum area of town, OMC! Though the man who was my furst not-kitty-dad obviously had well socialized all of us, we came right up to this new lady to see who she was...and I decided to crawl into her lap. Done! I stole meowmy's heart and that was that!
The vet man said I was healthy and had no illnesses even though I had been outdoors and exposed to goodness knows what.

Well, when I got in the den there was this big boy kitty in there and he was the hiss king fur sure. But since I was a brave little dude and purrsistant, soon I had Groucho wound around my paws, too.
One day he chirped at me and wanted me to chase him. He sat in the hallway and looked over his shoulder to see if I was listening to his play chirp...and that was how we got to be best buddies.
We shared catventures together for about 7-1/2 years. Sunpuddles, cat nesting pawlaces, watching the birds and bugs and a few small critters outside. Chased and hunted flies together, too. MOL!

I loved to get vacumed and would purr up a storm when that sucky thing went over my fur. I would arch up right into it, and always looked sad when meowmy put it away.

I, Simba was a fun kitty, and my furmily were honored to have been a part of my life. I loved to play fetch, such as with plastic milk jug rings, and little paper balls. (Very economical toys) My obsession was to get outside. I wanted to eat grass. I was a great furbling to the older kitty, Groucho. We curled up together a lot, and held mutual grooming sessions every day. Groucho truly missed me after he passed away, he even as the older cat outlived me by many years...

Since I loved to check out what was behind doors, I always tried to go through them...and I was like a greased lightening bolt. Vroom...and then I would try to hide so that my stay in furbidden territory was extended...
I discovered that at the base of the back-porch stairs there was grass...tender green shoots if you knew where to find them. YUM!
Meowmy told me I wasn't supposed to do that going outside stuff, since now I was an inside kitty, but I just found it irresistible.

One day meowmy left for a few days. When she got back, she also came in with a large basket type object that she placed on the floor in the kitchen so that I and Groucho could check it out. So we were skulking and sniffing around it...when the contents moved and made some soft noises, not unlike another small critter..what?!
It moved??!
I jumped straight up and floofed my furs to an enormous size and ran away...I was spooked! Me who always greeted all, MOL!
Well, meowmy told me that this was my unfurbro, he was here to stay, and that soon he and I would be best buddies, too.

And he was. Meowmy taught him too pet me nicely,and how to pick me up, and how to pawlay with me too. Sometimes when he was crawling over the den floor not unlike another critter, I would give him a head bonk...but then I was often rewarded with a tail pull, OMC...well meowmy was always snoopervising our encounters so she taught unfurbro that wasn't nice...

I was also the cause of a near disaster here when unfur was about 7months old. I was lurking at the top of the stairs because I knew that soon meowmy would open that door and come out...and my plan was to go in...zoom!
Well, meowmy noticed me, even though she was carrying my unfurbro...and she tried to shove me back with her toe...she lost her balance and crash...down she went...she landed facing the way she had come from...still holding onto unfurbro...and he was just fine, but meowmy was not...she had hurt her back against the windowsill which she had crashed knocked the breath out of her...and years later she found out that there was an old fracture there..the docs got all concerned that she had a fracture from osteoporosis, but meowmy told them it was 18 years old and she told them the tail...its seems funny now, but that morning is one she will nefur furget.

Eventually there was another unfurbro here, too.

So one day when unfur the younger was a toddler he opened the back door and quick as a wink I escaped. No one had any idea. That was my plan, you know...
Eventually meowmy was missing me, and she started searching. Sure enough...I was far in the back of the yard, happily munching on wonderfur tasty blades of tender grass...Mmmm...hey! I don't want to go inside!

Months after that I started to eat voraciously. Then I would 'woof my cookies'. Or I would cough and then vomit. Then I would be fine for a while and a few days later it would start again. Since I was quite active we all thought it was because I was playing too hard after eating.

Time passed and one November day while meowmy was on her yearly trek (Vacation to be with her Mom, and her Aunt to catabrate theirs and her own birthdays) with the toddlers. I was here alone with Groucho to keep pawppy company.

I gave pawppy some major head bonks and purrs, then I went to my fave chair and took a nap. Hours later I was still there, pawppy said...and when he wanted to go to bed Groucho was acting furry concerned. Pawppy decided to recheck me in my nap pawlace...and I was no more:(
In my sleep, peacefully I had gone to the RB. It was November 10th.
Now pawppy had to call meowmy who was in Canada on her visit...and she had to tell the unfurs that their beloved Simba was no longer. How do you say those things to a 3 and 5 year old?
It was an awful way to come home...I wasn't there to tell them my stories as I always was so quiet and empty, and Groucho was pacing about yowling and mrouwling his painful feelings.
So pawppy took the unfurs and my preserved body, and they had a little funeral fur me, and they buried me behind the shed...and meowmy painted me a marker.
The vet thought that purrhaps I had gotten heartworm when I had been outdoors that day...all it takes is one infected mosquito bite, and goodness knows there were all kind of those biters back there. I must have had a blockage in my heart. In other words, a heart attack.
At least I didn't have to suffer, as judged by my peacefur look in that final resting pawlace. Meowmy only wished she would have been with me...

Don't worry meowmy, the RB is a wonderfur beautifur pawlace and I am able to munch on grass any time I want to, MOL! And don't furget that soon after I came to be here, I arranged to send you Suki and they helped to heal your aching heart, and even Groucho was gratefur to have new playmates to fill that empty void in his life... And later we all got together to arrange fur Pipo & Minko to join the furmily clan.

Thanks meowmy, fur helping me to tell my tail fur all to know me better...

Rory and his helpfur crew sent us this nice picture to mark the occasion:
Thanks, Rory!