Finally Furiendly Friday

Oh, HI! I'm so glad to see you! Do you like my box? It's just my size; Victor doesn't fit, hee hee! And anyway, it's red and I'm red, so... I claim this box in the name of Happy Cat!

There is just so much going on this weekend! First, today is May Day which feels like the true beginning of Spring here. We've had a little open window weather, but the beans won't leave the windows open when they're not home, so we're still waiting for lots of fresh air. ::pout::

Oh, today is also special for Gandalf & Grayson, two of the cutest gray boys we know!

For those of you who "tweet" like Victor (actually, I think he chirps), there's another, um, #pawpawty tomorrow for charity. For more info and instructions, Sanjee has a very helpful post!

Life isn't always about smiling and playing in lovely boxes. We blogging cats do our best to comfort our furiends when things get rough. Please, please purr for the Sherwood Bunch! They've been there for all of us.
As if all of that isn't enough, we got a mysterious message from Zoolatry! What do you suppose they're up to? I think I'm glad I'm not white! I can't wait to see their blog on Sunday!

I think I'll nap now so I'm ready for all the excitement this weekend! ::purr, purr, purr, purr::

Thank You, Furiends

(Graphic by Lauren P & Chase - thank you)

My furiends, we is ofurwhelmed by yur comments an memorials an efurryfing fur Bonnie. We is furry sad, acourse, but you've all been furry helpful for us in dealin wif our grief. It hurts so much rite now, but we're amemberin all the good times wif Bonnie an smilin an laffin. She was quite a cat. I'm a little lost wifout her. I mean, I've gone two days now wifout gettin hissed at! I looked fur her at treat time, but she wasn't there. I can't find her... I guess she really is goned.

(Graphic from Zoolatry - thank you, Ann)

Bonnie was fine Wed mornin. We was askin nicely fur treats, an Bonnie gave me quite a WHAP on the nose. She was in a grump, but nothin unusual bout that. Mom acided to gif us stinky goodness too cuz she was always a little worried dat Bonnie'd lost wait an insisted on drinkin frum the sink instead of the fountain. She wanted Bonnie to get newtrishun an plenty of fluids. Wul, we dove into dat wonderful food an made happy piggies of ourselves. We was so busy nom nom nomin, we didn't efun see Mom leaf.

That affernoon, Bonnie left a big barf on the carpet. No surprise - she'd always do dat affer eatin too fast. She was nearby, not lookin happy. Again, no surprise. But all evenin, she stayed in the hallway, more huddlin than loafin. Then dey found a little puddle she'd left on the carpet. She nefur did that afore, so Mom cleaned it up (no blood) an dat's when Mom an Dad sed they'd defnitly take her to the vet in the mornin. Wul, Bonnie kept kinda huddlin all nite, but moofed next to the big bed, nearest Dad (she always liked him best). When he gotted up, she wented into the puter room. Dat was der mornin routine, where they'd haf sum private snuggle time. Dey was in der bout an hour, but Bonnie was lyin like the Egyptian Sphinx, only flattened. Still, dey thot it was ok to wait until our reglar vet opened at 8. Then afore 7, Bonnie collapsed an rolled onto her side. Dat's probably her last conscious memory, of bein wif Dad in the puter room.

Dad tooked her to the mergency vet an when they camed home wifout Bonnie, Mom an Dad bof cried lots. I was a little bit ascared that they mite take me away, too. They said Bonnie's heart stopped twice. The first time, round 7 am, the vet got it started an ran lotsa tests. I fink they stoled her blood. What they found was furry bad an they didn't know what was the cause an what was the effect. But Bonnie was still breathin on her own an fightin, until her heart stopped again bout 10:45 am.

Rite now, we finks it was sum kinda cancer or tumor dat wasn't detected. Da vets are gonna find out what it was, then return Bonnie's ashes to us. Dey don't fink it was sumfing she ated an they's sure it wasn't containgas... conageis... sumfing I'll catch.

I's gonna keep bloggin, but Mom an I haf to figger out how it's gonna be. Maybe Mom an I will talk. Maybe we'll imagine what Bonnie woulda sed. It hurts rite now to fink bout the changes, but we'll haf to moof on. If not, Bonnie's ghost is gonna whap us!


We've appreciated all the poems an lovely sayins an tributes an pictors efurryone has made. We founded one poem we specially want to share wif alla yous. I'm sorry, I can't amember where we saw it, maybe on Flickr, but I fink dis is how Bonnie would feel. Please, join us in amemberin feisty, beautiful, grumpy, difficult, complex Bonnie for the joy she brought us for 11 years (well, only 2.5 years for me, but you know what I mean). 11 years of happiness must mean more than the sad day she left us.
~ Victor

Don't Grieve Too Long Poem

Don't grieve too long for now I'm free
I've followed the path God set for me
I ran to Him when I heard His call
I swished my tail and left it all.

I could not stay another day
To meow, to love, to romp or play
Games left unplayed must stay that way
I found such peace; it made my day.

My parting has left you with a void
Please feel it with remembered joy
A friendship shared, your laugh, a kiss
Oh yes, these things I too shall miss

Be not burdened with times of sorrow
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow
My lifes been full, you've given so much
Your time, your love and gentle touch.

Perhaps my time seemed all too brief
Don't lengthen it now with undue grief
Lift up your head and share with me
God wanted me; He set me free!!

Thank you, one and all. Bonnie loved and admired you, too. This weekend has been chosen for a time of hugs. Please hug your loved ones, physically or virtually, because you never know how long you'll be together.
~ Tabbymom Jen

(Graphic from Zoolatry - thanks again, Ann)

The Blogosphere goes on! There's more info on these roundups available at the CatBlogosphere:
Bad Kitty Cats Festival of Chaos Edition #46 5/25 at The Catboys Realm
Board the Friday Ark at The Modulator (thank you for including Bonnie!)
Weekend Cat Blogging #155 May 24-25 Katie & Puddy at A Byootaful Life
The Carnival of the Cats #219 5/25 #219 at M-cats Club

Meow Out for Mao and Annie!!!

***UPDATE*** MAO CAME HOME!!! ANNIE IS CLOSE TO HOME!!! ***UPDATE***

TWO CATS MISSING IN THE BLOGOSPHERE

Skeezix’s brother Mao has been missing since Wednesday!! Please leave some purrs with Skeezix - they’re all very upset

Karl wrote: we made this picture and put it on our blog so everycat can take it and display it and purr and pray for mao’s safe return?

Annie has been missing from da Krasota Castle since Thursday nite. Da Mombean has been looking for her all day today. Tomorrow da Blu Cat Man and she will visit da shelter and vets. Please purray that she comes home safely. Perhaps Maobert will escort her home.

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Fall-ow Up

I wanted to follow up on our Fall pictors frum Caturday's Photo Hunters. Here's part of the front yard before an after Mom an the boy chased the leafs around.
Before:

After:

Hmmm. Looks like Dad mite need to feed the grass eater again.

Here's anofur set...
Before:

After (same tree, diffrint side):

See the piles along the curb? That's what my beans made!
Dat's a lot of leafs! They has to get them to the curb so the City can bring big leaf eatin monsters to carry them away. Seems like a lot of werk just to see the grass.


Ok, we also gots some furiends to mention fur sharin their special knowledges an talents wif us! First off, Opus an Roscoe in Italy will answer questions, so we asked a furry impawtant question bout stinky goodness (day 2). They gave us sum grate idears! I's still werkin on openin the refrigerator door. I fink it helps if I stick my head in when it's closin, so it don't seal. I fink we gotta push fur the small cans alla time so it's nefur old/cold food.

Secondly, the cats at Zoolatry helped their mom, Ann, to make wonderous pictors of us! ::spin:: Here's me wif fishies! Mmmmm, fishies! An I fink they really caught the essence of Bonnie. Um, don't tell her I sed that.

Ok, that's it fur now. Mom's gotta turn the puter off an take the boy to Boy Scouts, whatefur that is. All I know is, last time he brought home nice short ropes fur me to play wif. Then he tied them in knots (I helped). Maybe he'll bring me fishies tonight! Hugs an purrs to alla our good furiends, an nose kisses fur my sweet Lady Sadie Badie.