Here is another “tail” of one who came before me….
When Mommy was just learning to walk she had a kitty named Kiki George. He was orange and floofy.
Mommy said when little beans are first learning to walk that they hold onto things. Mommy said she was no exception to that rule. Grandmama had to jump and tell the rest of the story because it was about 40 years ago that this happened….
Grandmama said Mommy was learning to walk and would teeter down the long hall way holding on to the wall for support as needed. Well Grandmama said she heard Mommy let out a blood-curdling scream of “no Kiki”!!!! Grandmama went running and there was Kiki George all curled up asleep in the hallway far from where Mommy was. Mommy told Grandmama that Kiki was after her, but there he was curled up like a little angel kitty. Grandmama told Mommy to stop it. A few minutes later it happened again… Screams of “no Kiki”!! Then Grandmama telling Mommy to stop it because Kiki George was curled up asleep. This went on a few more times and finally Grandmama thought she would sneak over and try and see what was going on.
Seems that Mommy wasn’t kidding…. As soon as Grandmama would walk away, Kiki George would rear up on his hind legs and be face to face with Mommy and chase her! That is why Mommy would scream!!! When Grandmama saw this she was not sure what to make of it. First it made her laugh out loud and then she yelled “Kiki, no”!! Kiki George knew he was busted then and snuck off with his tail between his legs….
Grandmama said it was hysterical because Kiki George almost got away with it…..
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21 January 2008
14 January 2008
Meezer Monday 7
Here is another “tail” of one who came before me…
It is once again about Judina. Judina liked tomatoes…. A lot as a matter of fact…. Everytime Grandmama would cook something with tomato sauce in it she would put the empty can of tomato sauce on the ground for Judina. Judina would take her paw and swipe the inside of the can and then lick her paw clean. She would keep doing it until all the tomato sauce was gone and the can was sparkly clean. Then she would clean her paws like a crazy woman and make certain all the tomato sauce is gone from all her furs.
Grandmama told this story to Mommy (because Mommy was too young to remember ).
I think Judina would have gotten along with Boo Radley since they both liked to help in the kitchen.
On a separate note, Mommy and I are very relieved that Mao came home from his walk-about. We were furry worried!
It is once again about Judina. Judina liked tomatoes…. A lot as a matter of fact…. Everytime Grandmama would cook something with tomato sauce in it she would put the empty can of tomato sauce on the ground for Judina. Judina would take her paw and swipe the inside of the can and then lick her paw clean. She would keep doing it until all the tomato sauce was gone and the can was sparkly clean. Then she would clean her paws like a crazy woman and make certain all the tomato sauce is gone from all her furs.
Grandmama told this story to Mommy (because Mommy was too young to remember ).
I think Judina would have gotten along with Boo Radley since they both liked to help in the kitchen.
On a separate note, Mommy and I are very relieved that Mao came home from his walk-about. We were furry worried!
18 December 2007
Party like it is 1999!!
Wowser! I can not believe that today is my 8th Gotchaversary!!! That means I have been with Mommy for 8 years or 96 months or 416 weeks or 2935 days! I came to my furrever home December 18, 1999! Zowie that is bunches and I have loved every minute of it!! Okay, every minute except any car trips or V-E-T visits, or when we moved into the new house, but that is a different story for another time.
I think I will tells you the story about how Mommy and me came to be a family…. It started with a tragedy. On December 13, 1999, Mommy had to have Pookie put down because unbeknownst to her, he was in the final stages of renal failure. Mommy was distraught and very, very sad. She held Pookie as he took his final breath and lovingly buried him in the back yard of her parents’ home. She bought a St. Francis statue to be his grave marker that has a small bird feeder attached. That way he would always have the birdies he loved so much near him. Mommy told me she missed Pookie something fierce and that her heart was breaking. She did not think she wanted another kitty.
But on December 18th, something made her decide to go to the humane society. She went and visited all the kitties who needed a furrever home. She played with them, snuggled and gave them skritches. She decided then that she needed a new kitty to love. She did not care if it was a kitten or an older kitty. She said she just knew that she had a lot of kitty love to give and a warm, cozy home with toys, food, water, affection and attention. But to Mommy’s disappointment she could not decide on a kitty and none of them “picked” her either. She was about to leave when the office manager came to speak to her.
Mommy told the office manager the story of Pookie. She then led Mommy into her office. There on the bulletin board was a photo of Pookie!! Along with it was a copy of his last will and testament where he left his estate to the humane society for kitties less fortunate than he had been. Mommy cried over that. But the office manager had another surprise in store for her. She wanted to introduce her to a kitty that was found in the Hermitage/Mt. Juliet area on December 13th (the day Pookie died). Mommy was a little taken aback because she lived in that area at the time. So the office manager went and fetched a 6 month old Meezer that they were going to keep as the office pet. The office staff had named this Meezer Precious. Well Precious just climbed up on Mommy’s lap, lifted her nose to Mommy’s ear and would not quit purring! Mommy got picked by a kitty!! It was love at first sight for all involved! Mommy paid the adoption fee and off we went…
Yes, I was once a humane society stray named Precious. Now I am a bonafide, certified house cat named Scout. My name comes from Mommy’s favorite book “To Kill a Mockingbird”. I did not know that there was a guide book for kitties that taught you how to do that, I just thought it was instinct!
So that is my Gotchaversary story of how I came to be Mommy’s evil Siamese. I am happy in my furrever home and I loves my Mommy and Daddy very much! I am pampered, petted, groomed, fed, spoiled, but mostly I am loved a whole, whole lot!!
Mommy’s note: Scouty, I am so glad that we belong to each other! You have been a joy and are a great kiki. You always make me feel happy when you head butt, snuggle, purr, knead and love on me. You have excellent kitty communication skills and are always willing to chat with me. I enjoy that you are a lap kitty and like to beach yourself on me when I am sitting at the desk or in my chair. I get happy when we get ready for bed each night and go through our evening ritual of tucking one another in. I am proud to be your Mommy! I love you!
I think I will tells you the story about how Mommy and me came to be a family…. It started with a tragedy. On December 13, 1999, Mommy had to have Pookie put down because unbeknownst to her, he was in the final stages of renal failure. Mommy was distraught and very, very sad. She held Pookie as he took his final breath and lovingly buried him in the back yard of her parents’ home. She bought a St. Francis statue to be his grave marker that has a small bird feeder attached. That way he would always have the birdies he loved so much near him. Mommy told me she missed Pookie something fierce and that her heart was breaking. She did not think she wanted another kitty.
But on December 18th, something made her decide to go to the humane society. She went and visited all the kitties who needed a furrever home. She played with them, snuggled and gave them skritches. She decided then that she needed a new kitty to love. She did not care if it was a kitten or an older kitty. She said she just knew that she had a lot of kitty love to give and a warm, cozy home with toys, food, water, affection and attention. But to Mommy’s disappointment she could not decide on a kitty and none of them “picked” her either. She was about to leave when the office manager came to speak to her.
Mommy told the office manager the story of Pookie. She then led Mommy into her office. There on the bulletin board was a photo of Pookie!! Along with it was a copy of his last will and testament where he left his estate to the humane society for kitties less fortunate than he had been. Mommy cried over that. But the office manager had another surprise in store for her. She wanted to introduce her to a kitty that was found in the Hermitage/Mt. Juliet area on December 13th (the day Pookie died). Mommy was a little taken aback because she lived in that area at the time. So the office manager went and fetched a 6 month old Meezer that they were going to keep as the office pet. The office staff had named this Meezer Precious. Well Precious just climbed up on Mommy’s lap, lifted her nose to Mommy’s ear and would not quit purring! Mommy got picked by a kitty!! It was love at first sight for all involved! Mommy paid the adoption fee and off we went…
Yes, I was once a humane society stray named Precious. Now I am a bonafide, certified house cat named Scout. My name comes from Mommy’s favorite book “To Kill a Mockingbird”. I did not know that there was a guide book for kitties that taught you how to do that, I just thought it was instinct!
So that is my Gotchaversary story of how I came to be Mommy’s evil Siamese. I am happy in my furrever home and I loves my Mommy and Daddy very much! I am pampered, petted, groomed, fed, spoiled, but mostly I am loved a whole, whole lot!!
Mommy’s note: Scouty, I am so glad that we belong to each other! You have been a joy and are a great kiki. You always make me feel happy when you head butt, snuggle, purr, knead and love on me. You have excellent kitty communication skills and are always willing to chat with me. I enjoy that you are a lap kitty and like to beach yourself on me when I am sitting at the desk or in my chair. I get happy when we get ready for bed each night and go through our evening ritual of tucking one another in. I am proud to be your Mommy! I love you!
10 December 2007
Meezer Monday 6
Here is another “tail” of those who came before me…..
Mommy had a kitty that was a seal point Himalayan named Pookie. According to her he was not too bright but was a sweet, lovable boy. Pookie had several interests with one of the oddest being his affinity for smelly candles. He adored them and, when not burning, would nuzzle up to them and sniff away. He wasn’t too particular about scents either. He was equal opportunity.
Well one time Mommy lit a bunch of balsam pine scented candles around Christmas time. She did this as she was chatting away with a friend on the phone whom she had not spoken to in quite some time. Once Pookie realized there were smell candles available for the sniffing, he bolted up onto the counter where they were. That is when Mama heard a funny sizzling sound and then smelled that awful smell of burning hair! Pookie’s right set of whiskers (both by his nose and his “eyebrows”) were beginning to curl! He jumped down and began to run. Mommy told her friend (and I quote) “I have to go. My cat is on fire” and hung up the phone! She started up the stairs after Pookie who was sitting by his water bowl panting. He was a little singed around the rough of his fur but otherwise okay. Mommy had to do a little trimming to get the crispy parts of the fur away.
Mommy said the irony of the story is that this was not the first, nor the second but the THIRD time Pookie had done that! Pookie went over the bridge 8 years ago this week. I would have liked to have met my big brother the "pyromaniac".
Mommy had a kitty that was a seal point Himalayan named Pookie. According to her he was not too bright but was a sweet, lovable boy. Pookie had several interests with one of the oddest being his affinity for smelly candles. He adored them and, when not burning, would nuzzle up to them and sniff away. He wasn’t too particular about scents either. He was equal opportunity.
Well one time Mommy lit a bunch of balsam pine scented candles around Christmas time. She did this as she was chatting away with a friend on the phone whom she had not spoken to in quite some time. Once Pookie realized there were smell candles available for the sniffing, he bolted up onto the counter where they were. That is when Mama heard a funny sizzling sound and then smelled that awful smell of burning hair! Pookie’s right set of whiskers (both by his nose and his “eyebrows”) were beginning to curl! He jumped down and began to run. Mommy told her friend (and I quote) “I have to go. My cat is on fire” and hung up the phone! She started up the stairs after Pookie who was sitting by his water bowl panting. He was a little singed around the rough of his fur but otherwise okay. Mommy had to do a little trimming to get the crispy parts of the fur away.
Mommy said the irony of the story is that this was not the first, nor the second but the THIRD time Pookie had done that! Pookie went over the bridge 8 years ago this week. I would have liked to have met my big brother the "pyromaniac".
03 December 2007
Meezer Monday 5
For Meezer Monday today, I am going to share another story of one who came before me… This time it is Judina, a tabby who lived with us when Mommy was a little girl. Mommy had three gold fishies named Winken, Blinken and Nod (from the child’s poem). One day, Winken disappeared. It upset Mommy. A bit later Blinken disappeared and eventually Nod. Mommy was never sure what happened to them; however, when she got older, Grandmama told her….
Grandmama found all three of them (one at a time) sucked dry under the dining room table. Apparently Judina liked her fishies very fresh! Grandmama said they looked flat, like Judina sucked the “juice” out of ‘em. Mommy has not has fishies since. That is too bad because I think I would likes them too!
Grandmama found all three of them (one at a time) sucked dry under the dining room table. Apparently Judina liked her fishies very fresh! Grandmama said they looked flat, like Judina sucked the “juice” out of ‘em. Mommy has not has fishies since. That is too bad because I think I would likes them too!
26 November 2007
Meezer Monday 4
For Meezer Monday, I want to share with you a story of Thanksgiving past. I am know I am a bit late but bear with me, please.
A few years ago, I had a kitty brother named Boo Radley. Boo was a wild child. He was an ankle biter, a hisser and had an odd habit of not wanting to put his paws on linoleum.
So, it is Thanksgiving and we are all at Grandmama’s house. This is before Mommy and Daddy were married so it was just Mommy and my grandparents, me and that crazy Boo Radley. Thanksgiving went on as usual. There were all the traditional tid bits and tasty treats for me and Boo. Of course it was all very nice!
Grandmama has a thing about stripping the turkey clean before putting away leftovers. She did this as she was cleaning up and there was a stripped down turkey carcass ready for the trash. Silly Boo kept looking at that carcass and meowing his fool head off. In one of those moments where you expect to see a cartoon light bulb over her head, Grandmama had an idea. She put that whole turkey carcass on the floor (linoleum, Boo’s favorite). He looked at her, looked at the turkey, back at her, etc. This went on for a moment or two when Boo had a realization…. It was all his!!! He commenced to chewing, eating, growling and even stuck his funny little head inside the turkey! Mommy watched him for about 15 minutes and said he looked like Mr. Bean. I don’t know who that is but it made Mommy laugh and laugh.
Mommy told me that eventually Boo was done. Or all that sleepy turkey druggy stuff kicked in because he fell asleep with one paw draped over the turkey. That is when Mommy took it from him and wiped off his lightly greased paws and head. He got over his fear of the kitchen floor then too.
Boo died suddenly in 2003. Mommy misses the crazy boy. I tolerated him as best I could but he was just so undignified that it is hard for a regal Meezer like me to put up with his shenanigans.
Count your blessing on Meezer Monday!
A few years ago, I had a kitty brother named Boo Radley. Boo was a wild child. He was an ankle biter, a hisser and had an odd habit of not wanting to put his paws on linoleum.
So, it is Thanksgiving and we are all at Grandmama’s house. This is before Mommy and Daddy were married so it was just Mommy and my grandparents, me and that crazy Boo Radley. Thanksgiving went on as usual. There were all the traditional tid bits and tasty treats for me and Boo. Of course it was all very nice!
Grandmama has a thing about stripping the turkey clean before putting away leftovers. She did this as she was cleaning up and there was a stripped down turkey carcass ready for the trash. Silly Boo kept looking at that carcass and meowing his fool head off. In one of those moments where you expect to see a cartoon light bulb over her head, Grandmama had an idea. She put that whole turkey carcass on the floor (linoleum, Boo’s favorite). He looked at her, looked at the turkey, back at her, etc. This went on for a moment or two when Boo had a realization…. It was all his!!! He commenced to chewing, eating, growling and even stuck his funny little head inside the turkey! Mommy watched him for about 15 minutes and said he looked like Mr. Bean. I don’t know who that is but it made Mommy laugh and laugh.
Mommy told me that eventually Boo was done. Or all that sleepy turkey druggy stuff kicked in because he fell asleep with one paw draped over the turkey. That is when Mommy took it from him and wiped off his lightly greased paws and head. He got over his fear of the kitchen floor then too.
Boo died suddenly in 2003. Mommy misses the crazy boy. I tolerated him as best I could but he was just so undignified that it is hard for a regal Meezer like me to put up with his shenanigans.
Count your blessing on Meezer Monday!
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