Friday, November 25, 2011

A whiff and a out.

As long as I've lived with MH, I've never liked going outside. 
And he loudly informs me of the fact that outside is bad.
Well.. We've been working on it, and so far I can't wait for MH to open the patio door so I can run out and sit there and watch everything.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

We're still here

Its been a busy few weeks.  But we're finally getting back into things.  MH thought you might like some of the pictures he's taken recently (Cell-phone but not to bad)

Mmmm.. He left me the bacon crumblies from the pizza (Not to mention I got some of the chicken)

Everyone needs a place to rest their chin (Its soooo warm under the desk I can't resist falling asleep)

This is as close as one of the strays at work will let MH..  But he has his laser pointer with him so they play a few times a week and a lady there keeps them fed.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

A new soul waits at the bridge.

Ms Peaches was one of the first sites we found when we started looking around the blogsphere.  She's going to be missed by all.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Mystery and the flying Mouse

I forget where we bought this mouse, but its survived almost four years of pounces, swats and over all mischief.  I wouldn't label it one of Myst's favorite toys, but its in the top 5.

Top three, behind the catnip crinkly fish and my tunnel of crinkly dewm.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Purrs and Prayers needed

Parker posted this morning about two little pups who could use all the prayers and purrs we can supply.  Please head over and read their story.

Two little guys needing some purrs.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Ayla could use some purrs

In case you haven't heard.  Aylas having a rough time right now, and her and her family could use some healing purrs and paws.  Head on over to Marksmews and give her all the purrs you can.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Sometimes you find something that HAS to be shared.

 We'll warn you.. get your tissues ready this ones a heart breaker.  I found it amazing how the author was able to convey what the dog or cat must be feeling.
Ready?   Set..

"How Could You?"
Copyright Jim Willis 2001
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" - but then you'd relent, and roll me over for a bellyrub.
My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.
She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."
As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch - because your touch was now so infrequent - and I would have defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.
Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.
I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.
You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you - that you had changed your mind - that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.
I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief.
The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.
She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"
Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself - a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
The End

A Note from the Author: Jim Willis

If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly "owned" pets who die each year in American and Canadian animal shelters. Anyone is welcome to distribute the essay for a noncommercial purpose, as long as it is properly attributed with the copyright notice. Please use it to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay and neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals.

Monday, July 18, 2011

A Monday that doesn't feel like a monday!!

MH:  To set the stage.  Where I work at has had alot of stray (I won't use the word feral since I've got to pet a few of the cats) cats living under one of the trailers on property.  Needless to say kitten season came along and the numbers started climbing. 
Well.... the company first hired a guy to catch the cats, but this guy messed up and put out the cages without any water in or even near the cage (We live in Texas and the temps have been in the 100s for awhile now), needless to say this was bad and it was pointed out so that guy got fired (Listens for all the kitten cheers).
One of the ladies there has been feeding and watering the cats for months now and their used to her, so when the company hired another person to get rid of them.  We kinda.. uh.. well.. he only caught two.  As of 6am this morning, 9 kittens have been caught by the lady and are on their way to get socialized if possible.  The main agreement we had was they would all have homes, even if it was barns.

So needless to say, this Monday doesn't feel like a Monday.  (Oh!  The cat they thought was feral.. isn't!  He curled up in her arms and purred his head off).

Friday, June 24, 2011

We got sacked!

But in a good way.  MH brought home a big box of chicken (Its not bad, but I prefer homecooked).  But I found the bag after he unpacked, and started having fun.

Friday, June 17, 2011

Kit seems to like her food

Thought we would keep everyone updated on kit.  I only see her every few days (Their getting better at keeping her indoors).  But she knows when she sees MH that all she has to do is meow and he'll get her some food and water.

She seems to love her Noms. 
As for us, everythings going well and its the weekend.  I sense alot of sleep in our future.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Bad MH,... But good being bad..

MH saw a police officer outside this morning when he got home.  Apparently animal control was on the back side of the building and they were trying to catch Kit.  MH might not think much of people, but he love cats..  So needless to say Kit is safe, the police office is mad, and the animal control guy learned some new words.

MH:  It was all good til the cop said, "Its ok.. Its just a cat"  My response could have been more political (Like thats going to happen).  "Its ok.. Your just a idiot" might not have been the best thing to say.. But it got the desired result.  They left without kit, I got cussed at, and animal control refuses to come back.

The guy with the net was using words I was told never to peat, so I won't.  But I did laugh alot. 

Monday, June 6, 2011

Meet Kit

Finally managed to get some pictures of Kit this morning.  Even included one so you can get a size reference (The plate and red cup)

 Yes.., She is that tiny.  And yes.. We're not to happy to find out their letting her out for longer and longer periods.  I tried taking her into the apartment to drink some water and eat, buy Myst doesnt take well to visitors (Person or animal).  Wish we had another room I could put her in to acclimatize them both, I finally got her to drink the water and eat the food I put out (she musta been starvin she cleaned the plate).  And yes, she has fire.  She hissed at Myst and he's quite a deal bigger than she is (Picture 15lbs at the last weigh in).

Friday, June 3, 2011

I think this might be liked

Cat Prayer:
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray this cushy life to keep.
I pray for toys that look like mice, and sofa cushions, soft and nice.
I pray for gourmet kitty snacks, and someone nice to scratch my back.
For windowsills all warm and bright, for shadows to explore at night.
I pray I'll always stay real cool, And keep the secret feline rule,
To NEVER tell a human that,
The world is really ruled by CATS!
-Author Unknown

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Anyone have a big stick we can use?

MH found out who the little black kit/cat lives.

Its the people upstairs from us.  They let her out at night and let her back in sometime in the morning after I get home.  I offered to take care of her instead of them letting her out (Since we live next to a major highway) but they wouldn't take us up on the offer.  They do take care of her at least, she's small but well fed and her coats shiny.  So I made up our patio with a place to sleep and food and water so she has a place to stay til they let her back in.  (I hope she's been spayed or it could get bad).

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Another step forward

I think MH is up to something.  He came in this morning and got a big cup full of the food I won't eat, then took it outside.  When he came back the cup was empty but he was whistling. 

MH:  I saw a small stray kitten when I came home and she was meowing up a storm.  So I gave her some of Myst's food and set there petting her.  She wouldn't let me pick her up or follow me upstairs... yet.  I'm hoping I can get her inside.  From what the Management of our apartments say, her owners were the ones living on the third floor.  Apparently they moved out and left her.  So if I can catch her Myst might get a sister, or worse case we'll find her a home with a friend.  Cross your fingers folks this ones not going to be a easy one.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Sunday, May 1, 2011


Many have went to wait for us at the bridge this year.  We don't usually post on other blogs(I blame MH for this) but we read many places and grin at some of the posts. 

I'll never forget Tabitha..  The tuxedo lady from the shelter who stayed with us for over14 years.  Or Tazer, the little spaz who only stayed with us for a year but made a large impact. 

So we light the candle not just for them, but for all those who also went to the bridge.

Monday, April 25, 2011

We'll miss you Praline

Yours was one of the first blogs we found.  And you'll be missed, alot by everyone.  So we thought it only appropriate to put this picture in for you.

Saturday, April 9, 2011

How about that?

MH found some pictures on the camera that he took a few months ago (Yah, he tends to forget where he puts it unless I remind him)

What I'm laying on is the backpack he carries his laptop and such in.  Found out that it keeps heat well, so its purrfect.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

For Shell

And god asked the feline spirit
Are you ready to come home?
Oh, yes, quite so, replied the precious soul.
And, as a cat, you know I am most able
To decide anything for myself.

Are you coming then? Asked God
Soon, replied the whiskered Angel.
But I must come slowly
For my human friends are troubled
For you see, they need me, quite certainly.

But don't they understand? Asked God.
That you'll never leave them?
That your souls are intertwined, for all eternity?
That nothing is created or destroyed?
It just is... forever and ever and ever.

Eventually they will understand,
Replied the glorious cat.
For I will whisper into their hearts
That I am always with them.
I just am.. forever and ever and ever.

We've forgotten who wrote that, but thought it entirely appropriate.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Sleepy Saturday

We decided to take it easy today.  MH put out some food for the stray here at the apartments, we've been trying to convince him he's safer inside than out there.  But he won't listen.  He still runs when he sees MH, but he's letting him get closer.  So we leave him some food and water and go back inside so he can eat.. Maybe someday he'll give in and visit.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Quite a trip so far

MH decided that posting a before (as in when he first found me) and a during (as in yesterday) group of pictures would be interesting.  So here they are.


And During:

Sunday, January 9, 2011

A cold and wet Sunday

Its finally stopped raining and it even snowed here!  Didn't stick but it snowed.  Needless to say with it being so cold, I've been staying indoors and staying warm.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year to everyone!  I hope the new year is even better for everyone!

Don't mind me, I'm still trying to warm up.  MH likes it cold during the winter.