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Invitayshun to teh Dance!

I am SOSO excitered! I just got invited to teh Sadie Hawkins Valentime’s Day Dance at teh Tabby Cat Club! I was asked by a luvvly Ladycat named Lexi. I know Lexi thru her sisfer, Dezi. Dezi is a CatScout wif me. These ladycats have very important jobs as therapy cats!

While my heart will always belong to mah precious Winnie Girl, I know Winnie would want me to go and have fun. ❤

Here is Lexi:

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She’ll be sixteen on April 29th!

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Mah Noo Online Furiends

Sorry I hazzent posted in a while. I’ve been making noo friends! Rite now, I have two noo friends who have exceptional storees.

First is Bobbi. She was ‘tacked by a bobcat twice and then spent teh night sleepin’ in a snowbank in teh extreme cold. She’s only a kitten and is a sweetheart. And I fink she’s bootiful. Look:

Bobbi

Yoo can read moar about her here:

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Bobbi-the-survivor/816745158403834

Next is Emerson Michael.

From his FB page: “Emerson came into the Houlton Humane Society in early August 2014. The woman who brought him in claimed she “snapped” his neck because he was annoying to her. It was very apparent after seeing him, that he had some major damage from the abuse he had endured. After a vet visit, we learned he had a broken neck that healed wrong due to no medical care, spinal cord damage from being kicked or some sort of trauma to his back. He also had broken ribs and 3 of his feet were burned.”

He is nuffing short of pawsome. Look:

Emerson Michael

You can read more about him here:

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Emerson-A-cat-with-a-lot-of-HEART/383395388475018

I just wanna give so much lubs to these two kittehs. They have loving homes now and get lotsa lubs, but I wanna curl up next to them and purr to halp heal and comfort them. I know dat, for certain, I am a better cat for getting to know them.

Mah Noo Friend, Fraysure.

Two weeks ago, I woked up in teh late afternoon to find a furreh green creechur in mahliving room. It smells like teh woods and it’s made of FUR!

What’s dat, Mum? Oh? I see.

So I just learned that it’s made of FIR, not FUR, and his name is Fraysure.

I was weirded out by Fraysure at first. Mum reminded me that Fraysure always sleeps over in our libbing room in December, and that hims is friendly, not skerry, and Not for climbingks. Fraysure is mah friend now; I really enjoy being near hims and often nap on his skirt.

I have another green friend named Marimo. She came to live wif us January 30, 2014 and she lives in teh office because she like teh sunlight and there are skylights in there. She’s pretty! I bet she’d be fun to play wif, too! Look:

Marimo

Good Advice from Sam

I’ve had a lot of mah facebook friends go to teh Rainbow Bridge in teh past few weeks. Teh last time this happened, mah friend Sam Iam told me this:

“Momma’s grandma told her that we should cry when someone is born, as we don’t know what trials and tragedy’s and sadness their life will hold, and celebrate when they die as they have lived their lives and have gone on to their reward.”

It’s gud advice, and I know in time it’ll make me feel bedder. But right now I has a sad.

Fly Free, Joan.

I didn’t know Joan Rivers, I just knew of her.

I like how she totally owned her plastick surgery. No denials, nuffing like that. I mean, she sed she had so much of it she wanted her body donayted to Tupperware upon death. If she taught us anyfing, it was to be who yoo are… And laff about it.

Fly free, miz Joan. Teh world was a funnier place wif yoo in it.

Katrina and Mrs. Bentley

Mrs. Bentley works at Louisiana Loom Works in New Orleans, Louisiana. My mum met her a couple of years ago at teh store where Mrs. Bentley works.

Mrs. Bentley is a flame point siamese cat who was rescued nine years ago. Well, it’ll be nine years tomorrow or in the next few days, as she was rescued in the flood waters of Hurricane Katrina. She had been swimming for a long, long time when she wasn’t able to swim anymoar and slipped underwater.

Luckily for her, a man in a canoe was floating nearby. He saw her swimming, and moar importantly, saw her go under. He reached into teh water and felt around until he grabbed onto something. That something was Mrs. Bentley’s tail.

Mrs. Bentley made her way to teh V-E-T, then home with a stately senior Lady. Not long after, Mrs Bentley felt she needed to get out of teh house and get a job. Since her housemate spent a lot of time at teh store and there were other working cats in residence, it was a great fit. 

Louisiana Loom Works is located on Chartres Street in the French Quarter. The artists employ several kittehs for rodent control and public relations.

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Mrs. Bentley ❤

Moar About Me and My Family

I live wif my biological mommacat and poppacat, Chloe and Indy. We were born feral. Also living wif us are two other kittehs from our colony, Pixel and Maya. Maya is Pixel’s mommacat. It took us a couple of years to get to know and trust our human typist, mum Melissa. We all came to live inside when one of teh neighbors started trapping and killing cats in the neighborhood. That neighbor didn’t care that we were all eartipped and part of a managed colony, or that we provided benefishal sevices to the neighborhood.
Chloe has a permanent limp from a previously sprained leg and she’s allergic to people. Indy loves pink colored toys and his unicorn blanket. They’re both super snuggly.
Maisy is a “foster failure”; she never made it out of our foster home. She fit in so well that we decided to make her a permanent addishun. She’s a self-black Maine Coon who likes to play Thundering Herd of Elephants up and down the stairs wif me in the mornings. She also lubs the tummy rubs!
Cliff is teh resident old mancat. He has been has been wif mum a long time, ever since she rescued him from the outside. He wasn’t born feral but was thrown away by people who didn’t want him anymore. He has lingering anxiety issues from his abandonment. He also has FIC (part of  FLUTD umbrella diagnosis). He’s equal parts brilliant and dense – he knows several tricks and responds to all of mum’s vocal commands… and he eats dirt. We like to sleep in sun puddles together.
Mum has learned a lot about feline health because of Cliff’s health issues. She spent the past five years researching FIC, stress, and cat food, and the relation of teh three to each other and to our health.
Our current foster is LittleLove. She hates most cats and people – except for Indy and mumma. Needless to say, she’s a very tough cat to place and is most likely going to stay wif us permanently.
My feral friend is Thistle. I like to bump heads wif her through the patio screen door. She got loose in our house in July and it took mum several days to get her re-trapped. There are a few moar ferals but they don’t come around regularly enough for me to get to know them.

A Sad Scout

I has a sad regarding the CatScouts third quest. I missed the best parts – the hiking wif everyone and the Snipe hunt wif the KitScouts – due to last minnit schedule conflicts. I know fings happen and fings change… but other peepul need to be flexible wif their plans, too. 😡

I already know I’ll be travelling on teh day of teh CatScout Jamboree, so please to keep your paws crossed that teh airplane has teh wifi.

And now, to get past teh sads, i’m reading teh Quest 3 Groop Pages. They are hilarious! What a fun and funny bunch of Scouts. I kant beleeve Buckaroo Foobar got DEMERITS! Hmmm… good fing he’s not name Buckaroo SNAFOO.

Dat’s all I got for now.