Misty Whispurrs, the Patchwork Cat

2011-05-16T19:27:00.000-07:00

Quilts!

The windows are open! The flowers that Mama likes are blooming, and they make her smile and cry at the same time. Grampa planted them, and she smiles when she sees them knowing how proud he was of his garden. She sheds a tear or two because she misses him ....

She's been making more quilties, too! Not so many for 'Bastian and I, but we still keep our paws on her work, and inspect it. There's a link to take you there, to see the ones for kitties and woofies. Mama also makes them for people too!

With spring comes the nasties. Remind your Mama-who-loves-you that it's time to go to that nasty Vet for your check ups and shots, and be sure to get some kind of flea/tick stuff for your furrs. There's nothing nastier than unwanted bugs. Mama gets Revolution for us, because it also protects us from Heart-worm. Yes, kitties DO get heart-worm, and it's worse than it is for woofies because there is no test for it. Kitties die from it, because there's no way to see if they've got it. This is not a good thing. Even though we do not go out side, Mama protects us from the nasties with Revolution.

We're also shedding like mad, because we don't need all that extra winter fur! So brushing is necessary, even the occasional (gasp) baf. We do not like bafs. We do not like being WET all over! But we do feel better after them, but we're not about to tell Mama that. We howl and yowl our displeasure.

Um, and if you'd be so kind as to click on some of the links in my blog, you help to keep Mama's web site free. It doesn't cost YOU anything (unless you shop!), but it helps to put some pennies in the coffers for her. Your help is greatly appreciated!

FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2011-03-27T13:17:00.000-07:00

"Bastian and I have wondered all winter when Mama was going to use the writey box again. We have had our paws full just helping her quilt. Once the funny smelling tree went away, we got our climbing tree back by the window, so now we can watch the fuzzy tails. Mama puts bird seeds out, and peanuts, and corns ... so the wild critters can have some foods too. I think, pursonally, that Sebastian would rather go chase them than watch them eat, but being a more dainty and refined kitty, I prefer to watch from inside where it's warm!

We found the funniest book. There is actually a catalogue where we kitties can order our very own things! Here is an excerpt: "From the comfort and convenience of her own home, kitty can order the Endless Curtain, a set of 500-foot-long drapes mounted on a roll that will enable her to have a continual supply of fresh curtain on which to sharpen her claws. Or she may choose the Temperature-Controlled Mouse Cellar, perfect for storing dead dry-iced mice under ideal conditions to keep them fresh for months on end, offered in a variety of sizes and configurations. "

What absolute fun!!! I must be sure she orders one for 'Bastian and I!

We have watched the squirrels with much interest this winter. Mama says they are so smart, but I don't think so. Well, one of them is. One is a little Fox squirrel, and she is very clever. She tunneled under the snow as she went from the tree to her hidey places. The other silly squirrels didn't find all the peanuts until just a few weeks ago! It is not yet warm enough to have the windows open for sniffies, but I hope soon it will be.

Sebastian has a new love interest, he has been writing secret sonnets to Miss Elisabeth Bennett. He is really quite hopeless. She invited him to call upon her as they were "at home" on Sunday afternoons. I do hope he remembers his manners. He can be such an oaf at times. I guess it's okay to have a brother. Unless he's eating my kibbles ...

Misty

2011-01-20T19:05:00.000-08:00

Well, Catmas came and went, and so did Mama. Her OTHER kiddens (her human ones) sent her enough green papers to get in the rolly monster and goes away for all of Catmas week ... 'Bastian and I were NOT happy. Someone checked on us, but it wasn't the same as having Mama here. But things are all better now. All I gotta do is get her to do my typing more often. 'Bastian got all upset when she put away the Catmas stuff ... there was boxes all over, and furniture got moved, and he got all worried someone was going away again like Gampers did. He's a silly cat.

Sandy Paws!!!

2010-12-02T19:43:00.000-08:00

Mama sez Sandy Paws is coming soon! He's the guy in the red suit with the white whiskers who brings goodies to all the kitties and woofies who have been good this year. An' she told me and 'Bastian what Christmas is about. She tells us every year, but it's always nice to hear again.

First she gets down this big box, and takes off the lid. She gets out a lady, and a man, and puts them in a little barn, with a cow and a donkey, and some kitty cats. There's a little squirrel on the railing. Then she gets out a Baby and puts Him in the cow's food dish. This is because when the man and the lady had their Baby there wasn't anywhere to put Him, and no cradle, and the cow didn't seem to mind, so she put Him in there. The kitties snuggled against the Baby to keep Him warm. That's very important! Then she gets out more men, and some sheeps. She says the men are shepherds. And they have a woofie to help them with the sheeps. Then she gets out an Angel. She sez that the Angel told the guys with the sheeps that they should go see the Baby sleepin' in the cow's food dish, so they do.

Then she gets out some camels, and some kings and puts them near the guys with the sheeps. She sez they came to see the Baby in the cow's food dish too. They brought Him presents, but the presents sounded kinda dumb for a little baby, but that's how it was. They brought smelly stuff, and oily stuff, and some gold. I guess the gold would be useful, the man and the lady could buy kibbles for the kitties with it ...

Then she gets out Sandy Paws! and puts HIM in the barn kneeling down by the Baby in the cow's food dish. That's because the Baby is God's liddle boy, and everyone should love Him because He loves all of US. Then she puts the Angel over the door of the little barn, watching over everything. And she hangs a star on the wall, just above the liddle barn.

She sez this is the Christmas story. I don't unnerstands it all, but it makes me want to purrrrrr.....

"Cats are intended to teach us that not everything in nature has a function."

2010-11-11T19:36:00.000-08:00

It is nearing holiday times, I think. There is a giant chirp in our cold box. Mama calls it a "turkey". I'm not sure what that is, zakly but it's some kind of chirp, and chirps are good to eat. Daddy worked on the big table that holds Mama's sewing machine. It's supposed to make it easier for her to make quilts. I approve of this, because I think all kitties should have quilts. Even doggies.

Daddy is hard to teach. He has not yet grasped the concept that everything doesn't have to have a purpose. SOME things merely exist because they exist! Mama seems to understand this. She's got LOTSA stuff that don't seem to have any purpose. Aunt Joan calls it clutter! Today Mama collected all of Sebastian's mousies. He plays with them, drags them all over the house and then gets upset because there aren't any more left in the basket. SO, Mama gets down on her paws, and looks under the the big boxes in her bedroom. She calls them "dressers". She fishes out the mice from under the cold box, the bed, all sorts of odd places where Sebastian leaves them. Then, tomorrow, she will have to do it all over again because he'll play with them all night.

What is a poor kitty to do! Be sure you visit our studio on Artfire.. You can get quilties there!

Cats, no less liquid than their shadows, offer no angles to the wind.

2010-11-09T20:00:00.000-08:00

Mama has been remiss! She has been busy with other things, and has not had time to type for me. I am not sure I approve of this, however, she DID mention that being involved with the noisy machine that makes kitty quilts could perhaps be directly related to the amount of green paper available to purchase kibbles and other things to bring me pleasure.

She was gone all day. I do not approve of this in ANY circumstances. She brought home more corn cobs for the fuzzy tails, so I guess that's one good thing to come of it. Sebastian is not sure how he feels about her feeding critters outside. He seems to be afraid of an interloper coming into our home. How does he think *I* felt when she brought HIM inside! I have had it on good authority that Himself will not permit another cat in the house. My money's on Mama when she finally finds the right one.

She tells me time is coming for the white stuff to fall from the sky, and the funny smelling tree to appear in the living room. That might be nice. I am concerned, though, because she seems sadder than usual. I think this is because the Grandfather is not here with us any more. And her own kittens are busy with their lives, and will not be able to make a 13 hour drive to Michigan. Perhaps after the holidays are over, she might make a trek.

It is time for me to herd her into the cooler room, where the big bed is. Sebastian and I need to see that she gets her rest. I will be more prompt with my posting. She thinks she's going to clip my claws tomorrow. FAT CHANCE! She did Sebastian's. He's such a wimp. He just sat there and let her do it!! I, however, will shred her before I allow it!!!

purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

wisdom ...

2010-10-25T19:10:00.000-07:00

"If animals could speak the dog would be a a blundering outspoken fellow, but the cat would have the rare grace of never saying a word too much." - Mark Twain

I never met Mr. Twain, but Mama has read a lot of his stuff, and even read some of it to ME! I like it when Mama reads. I get to curl up next to her where it's nice and warm. I think people should read more. I watch Mama, and I watch the box that is like a window to the world. The people there do not read enough either. They drive in cars too fast, talk too loud, do too much, and rest too little. It's best when she turns off that noisy box. It is hurtful to my ears. I do not think it is good for HER ears either. She should spend more time listening to the trees and the birdies. Mr. Twain was a real neat man. He wrote a lot of good stories about a lot of different things. You could get this book, and read his stories about critters!

snow flurrries ...

2010-10-22T20:01:00.000-07:00

We had some of those last night. There's food in the yard for the outside critters, and tonight everyone took turns having some ... I know Mama wants to bring them all in the house, but I also know she can't! It's real late, an' I don't has a lots to say tonite ... I gotta get Mama to bed. She didn't feel so good earlier. Me 'n 'Bastian's gotta go be sure she goes to sleep at a decent hour ...

purrsssssssssssssssssssssss

oh, did you see the kitty who went swimmin?! Look here!

Dogs ...

2010-10-19T17:19:00.000-07:00

A door is what a dog is perpetually on the wrong side of.
-- Ogden Nash

Mama read me a very sad email this morning. I guess it was email, it was on the writey box. One of our friends has a woofie who went to the Bridge during the night. How sweet and good, however that he was thee with his person when the moment came. I did not meet this woofie. I am really rather afraid of woofies, they are much bigger than I am. But I think this one would have been nice to me. I think his daddywholoveshim knows where he went though. And I would bet the many of Mama's friends would have made him welcome right away. Gampers liked woofies. When he was a little boy, he had a BIG woofie named Pal. Pal was a Belgian shepherd, and large. As a puppy he engaged in a rather tough tug of war with HIS Gampers, and one toothie got pulled out a little bit. Pal always looked fearsome after that. He was a good woofie though. Except that he didn't like people in uniforms. Someone must have hurt him before he came to our family, for him to grrrrrowl at uniforms so. I think that Gampers and Pal would have gone to meet Buddy. Buddy was a black boxer woofie, here is his picture with his daddywholoveshim. When it comes time for us to leave our people behind, we know we will be together again. We also know we're not really gone. Buddy will learn to visit his daddywholoveshim when least expected. 'Bastian and I will purr extra hard tonight, for comfort for our friend whose heart hurts.

purrrrrrrrrrrr .....

Notes From Rainbow Bridge

The Bridge ...

2010-10-18T19:55:00.000-07:00

Another kitty went to the Bridge today. Her name was Mrz Mama Katz. She lived with one of Mama's quiltie ladies far away from here. But we wrote a tribute for her, to comfort her.
Sometimes Mama reads to me from the big book with the soft cover that smells good, and there are no pictures. But the words are very beautiful. They tell of a Father who loves us all, who knows when even a sparrow falls from the sky. Sometimes some of Mama's more learned friends try to tell her there are no grounds for believing all critters go to Heaven, but me and Mama, well, we believe otherwise. The Father in the big Book took a lot of time and trouble to make all of us, and the trees and the flowers, it just doesn't make sense that this is all there is. I know Mama spends a lot of time talking to Him. I can't see Him, but she tells me He is in every flower and every tree and the face of every critter and every child ever born to mankind. I think I like a Father like that. Sometimes when she goes to bed at night she talks to Him, and water comes from her eyes. I lick it up as fast as it flows. But after a bit she sleeps, and seems to be at peace. Me and 'Bastian stay real close on nights like that. And ... um ... something else happens sometimes. Sometimes there's another kitty with us. We can't see her. But we see her footprints on the bed, and then there's a dent in the pillow by Mama's head. We hear purring. Very soft purring. I think that must be when Miss Mouse visits. There's a place in the Book that talks about horses too, in Heaven, I mean. So I know there are kitties. Mama says these things are "great mysteries". Like how when she goes to the big building where everyone else is, and drinks wine and eats little pieces of dried up bread, that they're someone's blood and body. That sounds kind of icky to me, but she says it's one of the great Mysteries.. How that stuff can be something else. So, I think you don't always have to see something to believe in it. She says that's Faith. That's a good thing.

Resting ...

2010-10-17T17:11:00.000-07:00

“A cat pours his body on the floor like water. It is restful just to see him.” William Lyon Phelps quotes (American Educator, Journalist and Professor, 1865-1943)

I do not understand why humans do not rest. Even when they go to bed to sleep, or to take a nap (something they should do more of), they forget to turn off their minds, and twitch and tumble in their sleep. It is most un restful. As any self respecting feline will tell you, naps are an absolute art form. Naps are why and how we are so even tempered! You don't see CATS on Valium, do you?! or on the pyschologist's couch? Nay not so!

Mama was talking with someone else on the writey box today. The other person had a photo of HER kitty, wearing a T-Shirt. I sincerely hope Mama didn't get any bright ideas. The Santa Suit is humiliating enough. And 'Bastian is too fat for Mousie's sweaters. I'm not sure if the Santa suit will fit him either. I would be positively DELIGHTED if it did.

Politics ...

2010-10-16T16:27:00.000-07:00

Well, I'm not so sure we cats ought to get involved with politics. There already is a donkey and an elephant. A cat could be trampled easily. BUT, if you have a desire to study political science, and to be "up" on Justice for Cats ... this is the book for you. There simply are not enough shelters, or more specifically "no kill" shelters. It's bad enough that unspayed kitties and unneutered toms roam ... but through no fault of their own they get scooped up and hauled off to the pound for euthanasia. I know I fuss and fume about Sebastian. But I'm really glad he has a furever home now, even if it IS with me ... at least he'll be safe and warm and well-fed (he oughta be, he eats MY dinner) ... so, read the book, and do your part. Purrrrrrrrrrrrrr

2010-10-15T17:10:00.000-07:00

“A cat has absolute emotional honesty: human beings, for one reason or another, may hide their feelings, but a cat does not.”

A very nice man named Mr. Hemingway said that. He really liked kitties, especially ones with extra toes! Mama went to his house once, and said there were kitties EVERYwhere! I am not sure I would like that. It's hard enough sharing mama with ONE other kitty, let alone dozens. Mr. Hemingway was right, you know. Kitties do not bother with pretending what they feel. We can't be bothered with all that hog wash. If we're mad, you'll know it. But we get over it quickly, and move on to whatever is next. I think more people should listen to kitties and to observe our habits. Human beans would benefit much from that.

Playing ...

2010-10-14T16:03:00.000-07:00

“When I play with my cat, who knows whether she is not amusing herself with me more than I with her.” Michel deMontaigne quotes (French Philosopher and Writer. 1533-1592)

My "Mamawhatlovesus" plays, not enough however. She thinks it's great fun to wiggle the feather for me to pounce on, or to throw 'Bastian's mousies across the room for him to chase. We let her thing that this is playing with us, but in all truth, it is US who are playing with HER. We feel it is our responsibility as housecats to be sure that our mamawhatlovesus gets some exercise every day. Human beans just do not take proper care of themselves. By engaging her in play, we are assured that she gets SOME cardiovascular benefit from activity. We have not managed to cajole or coerce our daddywhodoesn'tparticularlylikepets to exercise. He is, therefore, more sickly than she is. She has a dear friend who had a kitty, but now has none. He comes up with excuse after excuse to avoid getting another, but she will not deter in her campaign to enrich his life with another kitty.

Today mama quilted in the living room. She stretched her quilt on a weird looking thing she called a frame, and then made machine noises as she quilted it. I hopped up on it to supervise, but alas she did not want me there. Something about quilting my paws ...

It is cold and wet tonight. It will definitely be a "two cat" night ... as we snuggle with her for warms ... we will share our B.T.Us with her.

“Cats are magical. . .the more you pet them the longer you both live.”

2010-10-13T18:20:00.000-07:00

Now every respectable kitty knows this to be true. We dearly love to be stroked, and petted, and it activates our purrboxes ... but did you know it lowers your blood pressure? Helps get you over the common cold? reduces anxiety? I know you don't always appreciate our gifts to you, the most choice part of a freshly killed mouse, or bird, and we don't understand that. I mean, we've brought you a gift! Shared with you our kill! Shown our love and respect! Silly humans. You trip over us and holler when you do, but do you realize that if you walked more slowly and observed what's around you, you wouldn't have tripped over us in the first place? I mean, SLOW DOWN!!!! Enjoy a nap in the sunbeams! Learn the intense pleasure of a really good streeeettttttccccccchhhhhhhh! And when WE are done eating, we sit and groom, wash our paws and faces, but what do YOU do! You pile the dishes up in the sink and go do something else! No wonder you have indigestion! You have so much to learn, if only you'd let us teach you!!! Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Waiting up for mama ...

2010-10-12T21:11:00.000-07:00

Mama went to the quilt store today to hold down the fort while the owner was away. I'm not particularly happy when she's gone, neither is 'Bastian ... but today she was gone for NINE HOURS. Daddy fixed our dinner, but it wasn't the same.

When she got home, she sat down in her big chair that was the Grandfather's chair, and we snuggled with her. She knows she has to give us her undivided attention when she's been gone that long. Tonight she told us about lights in the window and special quilties. Me 'n 'Bastian didn't get half of it, but we DO have our special quilties just for us ... and we always watch out the door for her to come home.

Do you have your own quiltie? Would you like Mama to make one for you? She will, you know ... I hope you wait at the door for your Mama to come home when she's out.

Now I must go and purr her to sleep.

People who love cats

2010-10-11T13:37:00.000-07:00

People who love cats have some of the biggest hearts around. ~Susan Easterly

I believe this to be true. Take my mamawhatlovesme for example. She goes out of her way to feed homeless critters, and to be there for people who need her. I get frustrated at times when people aren't there when she needs them, but that's the way of humans I guess. I know she loved the kitty before me an awful lot, because sometimes when she's thinking about her, water comes out of her eyes. It is salty, so of course, I lick her face clean again. I'm not sure what possessed her to bring Sebastian into the house. I mean, she's been to the pound (that must be a ghastly place to be) ... and there have been other kitties who dine in our yard ... but for some reason she decided 'Bastian must come in. And he did. I wasn't at all pleased with this arrangement for many months, but at this point, he's kind of grown on me. And he did make the Grandfather awful happy. The Grandfather always wanted me to sit on his lap but I was not so inclined. The Grandfather started a painting of 'Bastian sitting on his lap. But he didn't finish it. I think Boy will finish it. 'Bastian was, and did, and that made everyone happy. I have discovered, however, that lap sitting isn't at all disagreeable, in fact it can be rather pleasant. I have a date with mamawholovesme's lap every night after she finishes her plate of food. I hop up to the chair beside her, and wait (not always patiently, though she's been better about it lately) until she puts the quilt on her lap. Then I arrange myself in a most pleasing pose for both of us.

It's funny how dogs and cats know ...

2010-10-10T17:10:00.000-07:00

It's funny how dogs and cats know the inside of folks better than other folks do, isn't it? Helen Porter (1868 - 1920), Pollyanna, 1912

Take my house, for example. Sebastian and I know when Mama is upset about something, and maybe we can't FIX it, we can offer comfort and solace. This morning Mama had a wedding to do on the beach at dawn. When she got home, she was cold and tired, and crawled back into bed. Me and 'Bastian snuggled up close to her and she was asleep in a blink. I don't understand why some folks don't want cats (or even, gasp, DOGS) to live with them. We don't judge, we're always "there for you" no matter what, we don't care if you had a crappy day at work, or overdrew your bank account. We don't care if you have a double chin and grey hair, and we sure as all get out don't care whether or not you remembered to take the garbage out. It doesn't GET more "unconditional" than that.
When Mama goes to the grocery store, she always smells the flowers that are there for sale. She sez if she doesn't have time to smell the flowers, she's too busy. Doesn't care who she sez that to, either. I think it's a good thing. We cats have a similar saying, "when in doubt, wash". That gives you time to think about what you're going to do next without someone thinking you're flustered! Try it!

A grand old kitty lady died this week, October 8. She was 18 and a half years old. She had come in from the cold as a rescue, and lived with her mommywholovedher ever since. There are so many kitties (and woofies) who don't have furever homes. Won't you visit your local shelter today and make room in your heart for a new friend? You will be glad you did. In the meantime, you can at least go HERE and help. Just a click helps donate a bowl of food to homeless kitties ...

Thou art the Great Cat,

2010-10-06T20:09:00.000-07:00

"Thou art the Great Cat, the avenger of the Gods, and the judge of words, and the president of the sovereign chiefs and the governor of the holy Circle; thou art indeed...the Great Cat." - Inscription on the Royal Tombs at Thebes

My Mamawhatlovesme understands this! She made a little quilt today for the kitten she loved on all day at the craft festival. I should be jealous, but then again, she didn't bring the kitten HOME with her, so I guess it's okay she's made a quilt for it. She was a very tiny kitten, long haired ... and the man who adopted her was head over heels in love with little "Maggie May" as he named her. I like thinking little Maggie will have her very own "Misty Whispurrs Critter Quilt". Quite a few of my quilts have gone to kitties on the internet at Catster, and some of my friends on Xanga too.

Quilts and kitties go together. We like them! Maybe your mamawhatlovesyou would get you one!

It never hurts to ask!

2010-10-05T09:13:00.000-07:00

Cats seem to go on the principle that it never does any harm to ask for what you want.
Joseph Wood Krutch (1893 - 1970)

Why do you suppose that is?! I can remember Mama being frustrated, and Grampa asking her "tell me what it is that you need. I can't help you if you don't." He was always so right about things. From where Sebastian and I sit, it would seem things would be so much simpler for humans if they'd just ask! Humans seem to think each other are mind readers. Amazing! Everycat knows that only we felines have that ability.

Most folks would be glad to know what it is they might do for someone, if only that someone would ask. Sometimes, it becomes a gift. Someone special to you would LOVE to do something for you, if only that someone had a clue what it was that you needed!

Think about it ... and give it a try!

Protocol ...

2010-10-04T11:44:00.000-07:00

Anyone who considers protocol unimportant has never dealt with a cat.
-- R. Heinlein

Mama just doesn't get it some days. Take today for example. She scheduled a doctor's appointment for dad for 8:40 in the morning. HOW DUMB! Morning sunshine is the best time for napping! 'Bastian and I dragged dad out of bed before dawn, to open a tin of mousemeat for our breakfast, and then we jumped up on Mama's bed to snuggle. She makes a lot of quilts, and they're nice and all, but she's got this thing on her bed that's full of feathers and it's so toasty and warm! Next thing we know, she's up, in the room that rains (which I will NEVER understand), and out the door. At least she had the sense to get back into bed when they returned. Honestly.

It's all about protocol! 'Bastian and I are rarely ever stressed, and it's because we follow protocol! okay, so we get a little agitated when she feeds the chipmunk. Wouldn't you? I mean, she puts food on the patio, right out side the glass door, so we can watch that arrogant beast laugh at us while he stuffs his cheeks. But in general, we follow protocol. Set times to eat, flexible hours for naps, brief bursts of energy to keep ourselves limber, and when in doubt, wash.

purrs from the pines ...

2010-10-03T09:53:00.000-07:00

Cats are intended to teach us that not everything in nature has a function.
-- Garrison Keillor
Mama participated in a craft show yesterday, hoping to sell quilts. That is, this was the excuse she gave ME for being gone all day. But the truth of the matter is, she came home smelling of OTHER CATS! This is not acceptable to 'Bastian and me. The Humane Society, she says, had kitties and woofies there to get them 'dopted out. Humpf. For once I was glad that Daddy said NO MORE CATS!

The bushy tails are really busy now, collecting things to hide for the winter months. They don't have to worry too much in our yard, as Mama feeds everything that shows up at the door, even CHIPMUNKS, which I would much rather catch myself. I am not sure what function chipmunks have when they're OUTSIDE and I cannot catch any.

Misty, off to catch a nap ...

2010-09-05T16:22:00.001-07:00

Although I am too proud to beg,
and may appear to be a very independent creature,
I ask for your loving care and attention.
I rely on you for my well being much more than you may realize.
This I promise you, my benefactor, that I will not be a burden on you
nor will I demand more of you than you care to give.
I will be a quiet peaceful island of serenity for you to gaze upon;
a soft soothing body to caress,
and I shall purr with pleasure to rest your weary ears.
Since I am a gourmet who appreciates different taste sensations,
I pray you will give me a variety of nutritious foods and fresh water daily.
You know dear friend, how I love to go.
Allow me, I pray, a warm sheltered place
where I can rest peacefully and feel secure.
If I am wounded in battle or suffering from disease,
please tend me gently, and see that I am treated
by loving and competent hands.
Please protect me from the inhuman humans
who would hurt and torture me for their own amusement.
I am accustomed to your gentle touch and am not always suspicious
nor swift enough to avoid such malicious acts.
In my later years when my senses fail me
and my infirmities become too great to bear,
allow me the comfort and dignity that I desire for my closing days
and help me gently in my pain or passing.
Hear this prayer, my dear friend, my fate depends on you.
*author unknown

Dating Service for Kitties!!!

2010-09-01T16:45:00.000-07:00

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'Bastian and I have signed up with a dating service!! Wonder what that will bring!!
and while you're surfing, be sure to visit my store ... mistywhispurrs.etsy.com!!

food recall again ...

2010-09-01T15:09:00.001-07:00

P&G Voluntarily Recalls a Small Amount of Dry Cat Food
Wed, 01 Sep 2010 13:40:00 -0500

CINCINNATI, August 31, 2010 - The Procter & Gamble Company (P&G) is voluntarily recalling a small number of bags from a specific lot of one of its dry cat food products due to potential salmonella exposure.

Is nothing safe anymore for your pets other then feeding them chicken? Clicking on the link its in states Illinois, New Mexico, Texas, Missouri, Iowa, Nebraska, Oklahoma, Kansas, Wisconsin, South Dakota, North Dakota, Montana, Wyoming and Colorado.
Iams Indoor Weight Control with Hairball Care dry cat food
6.8 lb bag 02304173 (B1-B6) 1901403921

2010-08-30T14:13:00.001-07:00

I dont know of any of u guys r in Colorado or not but theres another recall of iams that were sold in 2 stores in Loveland Colorado. I just like to spread the word on recalls...
P&G Recalls Small Number of Bags of Cat Food From Stores in Loveland, Colorado
Mon, 30 Aug 2010 10:56:00 -0500

CINCINNATI, August 29, 2010 -- Procter & Gamble (P&G) is voluntarily recalling a small number of bags of its Iams Proactive Health Indoor Weight & Hairball Care dry cat food which may have been sold recently in one or two stores in Loveland, Colorado.
These bags have the potential to contain salmonella, although no illnesses have been reported. No other Iams pet food products are affected.

The Iams Proactive Health Indoor Weight & Hairball Care cat food in question is sold in blue 6.8-pound bags. These bags feature a code date of 02304173 (B1-B6) and the UPC number 1901403921.

Kitty Stowaways!!

2010-08-30T14:11:00.000-07:00

From the Navy Times:
Stowaways on old destroyer, cats find new homes

LAKE CHARLES, La. — When the decommissioned Gearing-class destroyer Orleck departed Orange, Texas, for Lake Charles on May 18, it had four secret stowaways. They managed to remain undetected for the vessel’s two-day trip to Lake Charles.

Once the Orleck docked at its new homeport on the Calcasieu River, Debbie Lynn Hoffpauir and other USS Orleck Naval Museum volunteers discovered the kitten quartet as they inspected the newly arrived ship.

More at http://www.navytimes.com/news/2010/08/ap-navy-orleck-stowaway-cats-new-homes-082910/

HORRIBLE!

2010-08-27T11:23:00.000-07:00

Mama committed an extreme hardship on me. SHE calls it "claw clippies". Here is the evidence. Stupid 'Bastian just SAT there for his, but I fought tooth and nail, as you can see ...

do your homework!!!!

2010-08-27T11:02:00.000-07:00

A lady on our cat forum talked about things that interact with prescription medications. Have your Bean check these links. Let's face it, if Beans get sick, who will pour the kibbles??

Here is one that allows you to check your specific meds for interactions
http://www.healthline.com/druginteractions

For those who choose holistic mediciine, here is an excellent site
http://www.healthline.com/druginteractions

Mama's quoting Diogenes ...

2010-08-26T16:40:00.000-07:00

Mama's nutty today. she said "If Diogenes wanted a lantern to search for an honest man, then give me a flashlight that I might search for truth ..." Now I have NO idea who this Diogenes dude was, but we've got a bunch of flash lights around the house. I think she thinks too much. Unlike us kitties who know the value of a good NAP!!

I mean, honestly .. why would you even bother to ponder such a thing? Everyfur knows there are only a few things in life that really matter. Food is pretty high on the list, and good soft spots for napping .. catnip comes to mind (which reminds me, it's time for Mama to dump some on the rug ...

Silly old Sebastian was up half the night watching out the window. So what was there to watch? Surely not the porcupine who was napping in the bird feeder. I mean, GET A GRIP!!!

From the cat basket ...

2010-08-25T16:48:00.000-07:00

Today we want to tell you about a neat contest for BIG kitties!!! Go here to read all about it. Vote for the Big Kitty of your choice! Have you been to see your Vet recently? You know, seeing your Vet once a year is like having your Human Bean seeing her doctor every 6 or 7 years! We know these trips are expensive, but there are companies that help. VIP Pet Insurance is one of those. Purr to your Bean about this.

'Bastian and I were really peeved to read about this next bit of news: A British woman who dumped a cat into a trash bin and was caught on CCTV footage (but only after the cat spent 15 hours in the garbage) has now been identified. The RSPCA plans to interview the woman along with the help of the police. —AP Can you IMAGINE that??? How absolutely awful!

We would also like to tell you about CROM (Cat Rescue of Maryland). They do a lot of wonderful things for kitties who don't have their own Beans to take care of them. Stop in and look at their site, and if your Bean could send them a few pieces of green paper, they can buy more kibbles and medicines for the homeless kitties.

Purrs from the pine trees,

Misty and Sebastian,

Visit Your Local Animal Shelter!

2010-08-24T15:51:00.000-07:00

This is very beautiful. This is how we kitties and woofies feel when we have rescued a human. I hope you'll read this, and give some kitty or woofie the chance to rescue YOU! You'll never be sorry!!!

I RESCUED A HUMAN TODAY...

Her eyes met mine as she walked down the corridor peering
apprehensively into the kennels. I felt her need instantly and knew I had to help her. I wagged my tail, not too exuberantly, so she wouldn't be afraid.
As she stopped at my kennel I blocked her view from a little accident I had in the back of my cage. I didn't want her to know that I hadn't been walked today. Sometimes the shelter keepers get too busy and I didn't want her to think poorly of them.

As she read my kennel card I hoped that she wouldn't feel sad about my past. I only have the future to look forward to and want to make a difference in someone's life.
She got down on her knees and made little kissy sounds at me. I shoved my shoulder and side of my head up against the bars to comfort her.

Gentle fingertips caressed my neck; she was desperate for companionship. A tear fell down her cheek and I raised my paw to assure her that all would be well. Soon my kennel door opened and her smile was so bright that I instantly jumped into her arms. I would promise to keep her safe.

I would promise to always be by her side. I would promise to do everything I could to see that radiant smile and sparkle in her eyes. I was so fortunate that she came down my corridor. So many more are out there who haven't walked the corridors. So many more to be saved. At least I could save one. Yes, I could save one.
I rescued a human today.

Food!!

2010-08-24T08:49:00.000-07:00

I really must tell you about the food I eat now. It's called "Taste of the Wild" and it's so much better for me! Sebastian and I now have fluffier coats, and we feel better too. You can get it here in town at this shop or search for it online here. There is nothing in it but GOOD stuff for kitties and woofies to eat, instead of beaks and feet. With all the recalls lately on pet food, you'll be much safer with this.

2010-08-23T19:51:00.000-07:00

Oh MY! I've been remiss. Well, a lot has happened since I last wrote. Grampa has gone to Heaven, and we all miss him, especially Mama. We are trying to get ourselves organized to make our blog more interesting!

Happy New Year

2008-12-31T19:46:00.001-08:00

Glitter Graphics

2008-12-31T19:44:00.000-08:00

2008-12-16T18:17:00.000-08:00

there are so many places to remember to leave posts. I fear I leave so many unposted. sigh. I try. We have lots of white stuff outside, and as a result, outside critters come to find food at mama's back door. she feeds all of them. even an orange kitty, and I remind him she is MY mama, not the orange kitty's mama. Not giving up MY mama.

Now she wants a dog. My bean sister came to visit and brought her new puppy dog. Now Mama wants one. that's ALL i need around here, is ia puppy dog. I think daddy will make sure it doesn't happen. He had a fit when my hammie came. and my fish. I don't think he'll allow a dog. not even a little one.
Misty ...

In loving memory of my doggie cousin....

2008-11-19T17:43:00.001-08:00

In loving memory of Dugan

August 12, 1998 - November 18, 2008

Andrew sat in one of his favorite spots, near where the many dogs, and cats, and other family pets spent their afternoons for naps or games. Though everywhere was beautiful, he was always happiest among the animals. Their simple acceptance of things always made him remember why the Creator had mad them in the first place. They didn't ask questions, didn't muddle the issues with complicated theories or scientific findings. They accepted. They understood. They ...

... a cold nose poked under his arm took him from his thoughts. "What is it, Girl, what's troubling you?"

Maggie plopped herself down in front of him, and laid her muzzle in his lap. Her brown eyes were full of sorrow. "It is not well with my cousin. Max said you'd know what to do."

With an understanding sigh, he ruffled the ears of the beautiful Golden, who normally carried herself with raised head, doggie smile, and her magnificent plumy tail waving. Max had sat a few feet away, with a little grey cat beside him. That would be Pepper, another of the wise ones.

"He hasn't come yet, but he will, won't he", Maggie asked, knowing already what the answer would be. "Can we go and be with him?"

"There are rules, and you know better. But if you promise not to interfere with what must happen, yes, I will take you to be with him. I can't take all of you ..."

Max spoke then, and said "Take Pepper, and Mittens, I'll stay here and gather the others."

As if on cue, a fluffy calico cat came racing up to them, worry written across her face. "Am I too late? What's happening? Can we go? can *I* go?" Her words all ran together as she scrambled for composure, Andrew's gentle hand petting her. He rose, with Mittens in one arm, and Pepper in the other, Maggie pressed close to his side, and with no more than a whisper, they were gone. Max sat, thoughtful, and scrubbed a paw. When in doubt, wash. There was little else he could do at the moment.

* * * * * *

It had been a long week. The cough was annoying enough, but now his feet weren't cooperating. Dugan had some water, then tried to make his way to the door, so he could greet Mom and Dad when they came home. They would be out late tonight, which always worried him. So many things outside go "bump" in the night. He always felt better when they were home safe, with him, Gabbie and Shermin. He slipped a few times, and slid, and finally heaved a sigh, and gave up. Not a very dignified pose, but it would have to do.

"What's wrong with him? can he hear us?" Maggie was a wreck. She so wanted to go to Dugan, comfort him.

"He can't hear us unless we want him to. And now is not the time to upset him. We will wait quietly with him. He's all right for now, and they will be home soon." Andrew tried to comfort her, while Pepper and Mittens settled themselves on the stairs. Maggie quietly stretched out beside Dugan, to keep him warm.

As she rounded the corner from the stairway, Heather froze. She called to Karl, afraid of what she was seeing. Together they worked with the collie, trying to help him stand, trying to move him. Finally all fell into broken sleep on the living room rug, unaware of the presence of the others, who purred comfort and maintained their vigil throughout the night. Andrew's heart ached, he knew what morning would bring.

* * * * *

Dugan didn't hurt, particularly, and he had to admit though he didn't know these people, he was comfortable with them. Mom and Dad sure were miserable though, and he didn't know how to comfort them. He was poked and prodded, people talked, and then they went away. When they came back, there was just a pin prick, and he felt so relaxed, as he drifted off to sleep ....

"Dugan, wake up, it's time to go."
"huh?" That was odd, he went to sleep on a table, but now he was in an especially lush patch of sunlit grass. He scrambled to his feet, looked around, ran in circles a bit, then plopped himself down. A butterfly danced before his nose, and then flew circles around his head. THAT startled him, as he had never been able to see all around his head before! He chased the butterfly a bit, then gave in and rolled in the grass, feet in the air, in happy doggie abandon. Then it occurred to him he was being watched. There was a golden retreiver, and two cats watching him. And a little bit apart sat a man, sort of ... dressed in some white thing that looked more like a nightgown than anything else.
"Who are YOU, and what is this place? and where's Mom and Dad?"
" I'm Maggie. These two are Mittens, and Pepper. They used to live with your Mama when she was a little girl. They're friends of mine."
"okay, but where ARE we, and WhY?"
Maggie turned to Pepper and said "You explain. You're better at it."
The little grey cat came close, extended her nose to sniff with Dugan. "Your march of days upon the earth has come to an end, and we are here to greet you, and take you to a special place."

Dugan sat there, trying to digest all this. "I'm not going ANYwhere without my family."

"We know how you feel, we felt the same way at first ... Come and meet Andrew. He's better at this than we are ..."
Dugan did as he was told, and sat down in front of the strange man. Strange, because he'd never seen anyone like him before, but NOT strange, in that he felt perfectly at ease with this person. Remembering his manners, he solemnly placed a paw on Andrew's knee.

"Hello there young man, it's a pleasure to meet you!" Andrew equally solemnly shook the proffered paw, then reached and scratched the handsome collie's ears. "A bit confused, are you?"

"Yesser. I was with Mom and Dad, and then I fell asleep, and now I'm here with you, and I don't know why."

"Come, I'll explain as we go ..." and with that, Andrew picked up the two cats, Maggie sandwiched Dugan between herself and Andrew, and they were gone from sight ....

* * * * * *

The leaves rustled in the trees, the birds raised their voices in song. The Bridge shimmered in the mist as the travelers appeared ...

"They're here! They're here!" Dogs, cats, ponies, birds of all kinds and colors ... hamsters clung to the collars of the dogs whose shoulders they rode, even fishes, caried carefully in gourds of water ... all were anxiously waiting at the end of the rainbow. For that's what the Bridge looked like, a huge rainbow.

As the mists parted, Maggie and the two cats jumped down from the Bridge to join the others. "So you see, Dugan, here is where you will wait, as we wait, for when our humans come to join us, and then we all go through the great Gate together for all time. This is the Creator's promise. That none would fall by the wayside. There are those here who did not know the loving touch of man, only hunger, and cold, and hurt. They wait too, because others come who will take them. All our needs are met here. We want for nothing. There is no pain, no sadness, and time passes far differently than it did on Earth."

"Now it's your turn to come down from the Bridge, and join us. Accept all that the Creator promised."

"But Mom. Dad. Gabby and Shermin. I don't WANT to leave them." Dugan refused to budge.

"You don't have to. They'll always be with you, and you can always be with them. We'll teach you. You speak to them in their hearts. They'll know of your presence and be comforted."

They all looked so happy. Dugan looked over his shoulder at the mists behinds him. It was a lot to digest in one lump. He wished he had more time to think about it. But they seemed so sure. And things were obviously different, he could see, he could run and jump ...

Pepper spoke softly "Dugan, come down from there. It's time. It will be okay. I loved your mama too. I will teach you how to go to her."

"I'm scared." Dugan still refused to budge.

"Andrew, may I come up on the Bridge and jump with him? I know it will make him feel better." Andrew nodded assent.

The dainty grey cat lept to the Bridge, and crowded close to the Collie. "It's okay Dugan, it really is. I will jump with you..."

Dugan took a deep breath, nodded to the cat, and the pair of them lept to the ground. They were immediately surrounded by the other beasts, all offering their welcome and comfort. As Andrew slipped into the mist, he knew the collie would be all right. It was all as the Creator had planned, all part of the Great Promise. As he gazed at the scene below, he saw the little grey cat sneak away, and go to the edge of the meadow. Eyes closed, she purred with all her might. As she faded away, he knew where she was going. Looking toward Earth, he saw her carefully lick a tear from the woman's face, and curl up close to her side. They would hurt for awhile. Loving always comes with a price. But she and the man would heal, and give their hearts to another dog to tear. All was well.

pt11/18/08

Photobucket Albums!

2008-11-04T18:22:00.001-08:00

Photobucket Album

Photobucket Albums!

2008-11-04T18:21:00.001-08:00

Photobucket Album

2008-09-15T19:10:00.001-07:00

i have not write here. i am sorry. life is up and down here. daddy's health, mama's health, ia kitty really has to stay on top of things. i like being on top of hamster cage. or fish tank. Not one word from Kansas. Mama still worried about green paper. She sell one quilt, has another on to sell. She has a store ... go to http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=6137197. We have our critter quilts there too. Good things for catmas presents. Sandy claws comes sooner than you think.
Mama leaves tomorrow. Her kitten is having a kitten soon, and Mama wants to be there. this will be Mama's "Grandkitten".

2008-08-11T19:49:00.003-07:00

well, it's Monday. mama says "Manic
Monday". I not know what Manic means. water still comes from her eyes
when she talks about Jim and Carole ... it's official, that they're in Kansas. She's worried about having
enough green paper. I guess if the quilts sell, that will help. Daddy
put up a new bathroom door ... it took him two days, because he had to
rest a lot. But it's nice. I can't body block and open it now .. and
i'm not sure how i feel about that.

2008-08-06T21:46:00.001-07:00

I am not sure i've set this up right. duh. Need advise! Anyway, for what it's worth, here I am...