Easy Just Like Sunday

Mommy and Daddy Peyton

Still close two years after

We were born

Very nice to see

How it should always be

Easy just like on this Sunday

Daddy Peyton checkin on Mommy and family

Spots

What I like about a Saturday is we all have our spots.

The BEST spot is Tommy. See, Tommy stays in bed longer on this day. So we curl up to her all nice and close. Cuts off her circulation Tommy says.

But Tommy pets us and tickles our chins anyway. So must not be too bad.

Then we head to our other spots. Uncle MaxMaxx seizes the book shelf, since he got all literary. Perry poses on the piano. Daddy Peyton delights in a kitchen window, while Mommy is mesmerized from a bedroom window. As for Brother Gray, he finds solace on Tommy's desk. I'm surprised he finds room. But Brother Earl Gray does and with chums yet.

I love Saturdays.

For Friend Friday

Humans.
Somewhere between Tommy doing that dance she does every Friday
And doing something important i.e. feeding us-
It went a little something like this:

Tommy: Baby Noir...
Uh-oh, she called me Baby Noir-she' gonna beg
Tommy: Well, you know I did this poem photo thing
Yea, Yea, you think you're Ansel Adams and Robert Frost all in one
Tommy: You liked it, right? You hung by me when I took the picture
I was hungry
Tommy: So I was thinking, Baby Noir...
Just get to it. Cut the Baby Noir stuff. Ain't itty bitty cat anymore
Tommy: Uh, can I plug my http://7thstreetslant.etsy.com on your blog?
Always want something. OK. Fine.
Tommy: You're the best Baby Noir! THANK YOU!
So-what do I get?

With that, Tommy fed us breakfast.
While everybody got the identical food, Tommy gave me my favorite
Fancy Feast: Chicken Hearts with Liver or something like that--it's in a pink can. I'm OK with pink.

What you do for Humans!

Enjoy Friday!

Never Knew

Uncle MaxMaxx has a new perch:

A book shelf

I never knew Uncle MaxMaxx

Even had a thing for books!

Shelf been there for couple months

We all kinda kept our distance--

Especially me, I'm more of a TVLand cat

But then Uncle MaxMaxx jumped

From a chair to the top of the shelves

And stayed. Even napped.

Asked Uncle what gives--BOOKS?

As he yawned and I smelled lunch on his breath,

Uncle MaxMaxx says books aren't just for sleeping ON

They're also good to open UP

Really?

Uncle MaxMaxx says he wishes

Tommy would get more "The Cat Who..." books

Seems Uncle MaxMaxx likes to laugh

While in the midst of reading

How two Siamese help solve a good mystery

Uncle MaxMaxx a literary connoisseur

Wow

I never knew

Wordless Wednesday

Me being wordless with Mommy

My bestest ever girl

Today and yesterday

Always

Tabby Tough

Tough

Yep. That's me!

Tommy got us this scratch cardboard thing that every

Body uses--well, except me

Like to bite it instead

Yep. Tough!

Was a red dangly furry

Ball under it.

Got rid of that-quick!

Now I bite the plastic frame

And sometimes drag the

Whole thing 'round the room

Why?

Because I'm tough like that.

That's how I roll!

Memorial Day With ManCats

Tommy tells us what this day means

To honor and remember those

Who sacrifice their life

To keep us safe from harm

To secure our Freedom

We are blessed

Thank You to all the brave men and women

Through these many years

Who took an oath to protect their country

You are not forgotten

Happy Memorial Day

Just Easy Like Sunday

Are you getting this???

The pigeon returns!

Brother Earl Gray gives Tommy instruction

On this day and pretty much every day

Time to relax after a hard day of camera work

How it should be

Just Easy Like Sunday

Enjoy!

Before on Saturday

Good Saturday Morning All--Perry here! Shhh. It's about 12:30 Saturday morning. Everybody is asleep--including that peepsqueak kid that never meows: Noir. So I decided to take the reigns and tell you about this mancat.

See, I read another cat's blog where they showed pictures of the cats before them. WONDERFUL idea! So when Tom took my handsome picture on her piano (that she really needs to play) I remembered Tom had a picture of a cat on that same piano.

Brenner.

I only knew Brenner for a few weeks. He hated me. I was such a rowdy kitten, but took to Brenner right away. Trust me, Brenner didn't feel the same. He was eleven years old when I showed up, right after Tom's daddy died.Brenner didn't take too kindly to some fur-ball kitten following him everywhere.

Tom saw Brenner in Operation Kindness, a Dallas no-kill shelter, in July 1990. Tom didn't know who to pick. Tom says she thinks the shelter lady was getting tired of Tom just walking around in circles. Then the shelter lady showed her "Tiger" a white ball of fur, who was asleep. Tom picked "Tiger" up , he yawned, showed Tom his blue eyes and he licked her face. Even with that Tom said she had to think about it. So the next morning, Tom called the shelter. "Tiger" was still there, so Tom went to go get him. But there had been some other lady who saw him too, who said she'd come back for Tiger. So Tom waited until the shelter lady finally said, "You were here last night, he's yours."

"Tiger" became Brenner, for actor Yul Brynner--'cause of the Siamese in him--"The King and I"-King of Siam, ya know. Brenner's thing was to hop in basket of clean, and still so very warm clothes. Also, if Tom left an bag of white corn Doritos on the counter--the next morning the bag would be on the floor, opened and crumbs abound.

And-well, Tom had a balcony where she had bird feeder attached to the wall. Tom would keep the door open just enough so Brenner could go out. They lived on the 2nd floor. Brenner never jumped--off the balcony anyway. What he would do, is stalk the bird feeder. Tom thought it was something how Brenner would just watch the birds.

Yea, Tom thought it was really something, when Brenner started to catch the birds and bring them inside. HAHAHA! They'd go flyin' around the apartment while Brenner would take off after them and Tom would take after Brenner! Tom saved six of the seven birds Brenner caught.

Tom loved her Brenner. He hated me. Tom wanted to see us grow together. If Brenner would take to me. Never had the chance. Brenner got cancer. Just weeks after Tom buried her daddy and brought me to Dallas, Brenner joined Tom's daddy in Heaven.

To have Brenner leave just crushed Tom. It was hard, so soon after her daddy. I did my best to make Tom happy. I think I did OK. I wish I woulda gotten to know Brenner. Tom still smiles when she looks at his pictures.

Brenner hated me. But we both love Tom. That's all that matters. Hmm. I guess the peepsqueak kid Noir loves Tom too. Oh well, two outta three ain't bad.

Catnip Cheers to one before me: BRENNER!

Some Perry Pillow Piano

Finally Friday

As Tommy took pause from that dance

She does every Friday,

There was Perry (not so much Cranky Ol Sour Puss)

On the living room ornament

Tommy calls a piano.

It's an ornament and not an instrument because

Google told me instruments need to be played

So ornament in our house

Or in Perry's case: a perch to pose

On this Friday

As it should be

Enjoy!

Thursday Take Time

My Uncle MaxMaxx took a breather after
A run through the house
Being all big boned and all, he needs to stop
For a moment or seven
When Tommy tried to be all Ansel Adams
With the picture, the flash didn't go off
And the picture almost came out pitch black
Tommy played with it some and got this look.
She kinda likes it. I do too.
When Tommy got the flash to work
Uncle MaxMaxx went on his merry way
To his food dish
Priorities

Wordless Wednesday

My Brother Earl Gray

When he was itty bitty

He looks so peaceful

I love my Brother

Of Course

Our pigeon is outside. Tommy takes bird food (after she fed us, of course) and fresh water out to the birds. Every other bird flies away except the pigeon. It kinda lingers. Walks close to Tommy and then backs up. Tommy puts some food on the ground. And the pigeon knows where the gettin' is good--and kinda comes closer. Tommy sees his face and more of his colors. Yep, a pigeon-with black and white feathers and speckles. What's strange is--this the ONLY pigeon we've ever seen in our yard. Tommy and the pigeon look at each other. And of course, the pigeon is just inches away and Tommy does NOT have that stupid camera! The one time she does need it...and NO. Maybe tomorrow.

Yea. We just yawn or sneeze and Tommy's all up in our Fancy Feast. This is my "OK, I"ll look at you, but not being the all cute kitty look your want-you gotta work for it" pose.

Humans, of course, we gotta keep em.

* Sigh*

ManCat Monday Mystery

Perry (I try my best to not call him Cranky Ol Sour Puss much)

Looks out over his savanna

There's this bird--which of course is SO far away-

Yet has Perry's attention

Had Tommy's attention too.

It got closer after Tommy snapped this picture, but

Perry had lost interest and bailed

Tommy thinks it's a pigeon, but says the face doesn't look pigeon-y

So we have a mystery bird amongst the rest and squirrels

At least Perry had some entertainment until he bailed

The "TODAY Show" was about to start

Perry wonders if Matt Lauer has a cat

ManCats are curious about the world and wonder alot.

That's how we roll.

Just Easy Like Sunday

Take in all the view

Peaceful

Serene

How it should be

Just easy on this Sunday

Savannah SWAT!

Tuxedo Lioness and Tabby Tiger size each other


They test the waters

Tuxedo Tigress overtakes in first pounce!

Tabby Tiger turns the tide in a blink blur of an eye!

Who wins?

Tuxedo Lioness or Tabby Tiger?

The more wiser, experienced feline or the young buck?

You decide.

Mommy and Brother Earl Gray

A few minutes later

Peace reigns supreme on this Saturday

Enjoy!

Friday Finally

Tommy thought if she got me to laugh

While she did that dance she does EVERY Friday

I'd finally look at the camera and

Flash Tommy one of those Real Cute Cat Looks

.....uh, that would be a No.

Still not feeling being a Glamour Puss Pin Up

So I shot her my Bored and Annoyed face.

What did Tommy do?

After she took the picture she says;

"Oh, you are so cute, my little baby Noir!"

Humans.

They pay the electric bill so the PC can stay on

Gotta keep em.

Happy Friday!

Black Box Beauty

This time Mommy stakes claim to

That black box called the DVR

Which makes magic for us to watch Grey's Anatomy

So we can find out what becomes of Izzy tonight!

Hmm.

Why aren't there any cats on Grey's Anatomy?

I digress.

Mommy takes claim

While Uncle MaxMaxx keeps guard

Not bad for a Thursday of Must See TV

Wordless Wednesday

Tommy and Perry

The cat Tommy says is

And always will be her Baby One

Share a touch between friends

Tommy never thought Perry was cranky

Hmm

Maybe so....

Tuesday with Tabby

Me and my toy
Tiger and its prey
No way it can flee
In my grasp
Eyes of a warrior
Run while you can
Me and my toy
Poor prey

ManCat Monday

While one City Tiger rests,

The other fearless feline keeps guard

To keep enemy at bay

And for stalk of their prey

City Tigers work is never done

It feels good to be King

Easy Just Like Mother's Day Sunday

Even tho Me and Brother Earl Gray

Are now great big handsome (Me more than Brother) ManCats

We still know where the best place is to be...

MOMMY!

Sure, we go our seperate way sometimes

Brother likes camp out on the wooden thing Tommy calls a piano

Tommy nevers uses it so how does she know the name?

Hmm.

And I like a window.

But when all is said and done

We great big handsome ManCats (Me more than Brother)

Go to where the gettin' is still good:

MOMMY!

The way is should always be on this Sunday

Saturday Sweet Stuff

Saturday. Am so happy.

This morning all of us were curled in bed and Tommy couldn't budge

That's how it should be

Uncle MaxMaxx then had some issue with this big mirror,

Tommy sat on the closet floor. Uncle paw'd at it--like to get at the kitty inside.

Which, was--well HIM. Why didn't Tommy have her camera then?

And this picture--a little fuzzy, yet gotta love it.

My Mommy and Daddy Peyton doing a nose nudge.

Hmm.

And to think their nose nudge two years ago got me here!

That's how it was suppose to be.

Friday is Tommy's Time!

Since Tommy feeds us, cleans our litter boxes, gives us treats (except when we look at the camera) and doesn't disturb us when she gets into HER bed--I decided to devote this day to Tommy--and probably the last time in a while, can't get her feelin all lioness on the savannah and all! And to be honest, she likes those pictures of us as itty bitty cats, so....

OK, I know it's Mother's Day on Sunday. Mommy has said to let her rest on Sunday. We can curl, but don't expect any baths that day. We're grown and we're on our own, she says. Drat. For Tommy, she says Mother's Day is a sorta bittersweet day. Tommy's not had her Mommy for a long time, since she was a young girlcat. So Tommy wrote something about that and turns out it's been published in local Dallas newspapers ever since 2004. That's before I even showed up, but nonetheless.

Because of Tommy, I'll post that writing here AND pictures of when Tommy was a

kitten. Just to get back-like this one. Tommy was a 9 week old kitten held by her Mommy.

Now Tommy's writing:

Another View

Years ago, avoidance of the greeting card aisle near Mother’s Day rivaled my loveless affair with liver and onions. Even as I rushed past the cards, the words, “To My Dear Mother,” screamed at me. As people did their best to pick the most perfect Mother’s Day card, envy, not blood, flowed through my veins. Did they know how blessed they were?

My mother died from yellow liver atrophy almost three months to the day after surgery. She was forty-three. I was thirteen. She was too young to die and I was too young to be left without a mom. Now it was just my dad and me. Even at thirteen, I wondered how we would survive. I hated that my mom never hesitated to spank, yet I would let her spank me a thousand times over if God would bring her back.

My peaceful world was gone. No more ‘girls only’ nights when my dad worked late. We’d drive as far as time and ice cream took us. Laughs and song filled the air. No more would I watch her put on eyeshadow and wonder if I would ever be as pretty.

Mother’s Day soon became just another Sunday without football.

For twenty years, I permitted my mom’s death to be the root of my stumbles. Life moved on, but I lagged behind. I somehow had to learn from her life so I could finally live my own.
I was sick and tired of being sick and tired of not being able to change the past. I had to embrace my mom’s death and move on. God’s word opened that door with Psalms 121 (NIV): I lift up my eyes to the hills-where does my help come from? I knew where to start.

Now, I no longer avoid the Mother’s Day card aisle. Like everyone else, I hunt for the perfect one. How can I not celebrate the woman who introduced me to A & W onion rings while she explained changes a young girl experiences are a celebration? I sign my card with love and tuck it away with the others.
Our life together lasted just thirteen years, yet was more valuable than rubies. My mother’s spirit dances within me every second, every minute, every day. I am truly blessed, for I know one day we’ll see each other again. Our laughter and songs will fill the air. Praise God.
©2008

And for your viewing pleasure....

Where's the treats??

Then I found this picture of Tommy with this girl and guy. The back of the picture says Debbie and Donny Osmond...WHO? Tommy wrote it was week after their wedding day--which was May 8, 1978. Since that proves Tommy is really old, I made the picture the black and white, just like all the others. Donny Osmond...? Hmm. Lots of teeth.

Happy Friday to all our friends!

Happy Mother's Day to all the Mommies!

Now Tommy is off doing that dance she does EVERY Friday--all is right with the world!

Tabby Turn

My Brother Earl Gray

He's not sleep, nor head in the food bowl

Brother had just flopped down in front of Tommy

Who was in midst of taking more blasted pictures!

Hmm.

Just wait until TOMORROW-I get Tommy back!

You'll see

Anyhoo, Brother Earl Gray flopped, stretched and

Then tried to do his best Olympic Tabby Turn

He stopped in mid action

No medal for him,

But Brother Earl is always gold in my book!

Wordless Wednesday

Me with my toy

Also known as

The Texas Tiger captures its prey

Poor prey

Tabby Tussle Tuesday

Ahh...another one of those pictures Tommy

Found when we were itty bitty cats.

Hmm.

I gotta find more of HER!

Anyway, this is Me and Brother Earl Gray

He thought he had me pinned....

Yea, well--since he's the baby brother

I let him win this once as

We rumbled in the jungle

I love my Brother

ManCat Monday Magic

Tommy opened her shower door this morning

And saw ME perched on the back of her litter pot

With my gaze straight at her.

Scared Tommy was and said

"NOIR! How DID you get in here??"

See, once again Tommy closed the litter box door

To take her shower

And once again, I was able to get it open.

My answer to Tommy's question was to jump down

Swagger to the litter box door

Sit for the seconds it took Tommy to open it

And take my leave

Let Tommy ponder the situation

We ManCats are magical

That's how we roll

PS. Looked at Tommy then. Don't look at her now

Just Easy Like Sunday

My Uncle MaxMaxx

Let Tommy snap this photo of him

He hoped this look get his bowl filled

It didn't

Tommy just said, "You are such my Big Boy!"

Uncle MaxMaxx then decided to snooze

Without a move from this spot

Enjoy your Sunday!

PC Poo

Mad.

Me and Tommy both.

We had no PC from Friday morning until this afternoon

Some guy, who Tommy said was from

Some place called Verizon, came to our house today

Tommy thought this Verizon had some inside problem ( I eat grass for that)

And the fact we had no TV, phone or Internet (hence, no Friday blog)

Friday morning, even tho a message on the TV said to call some number

Tommy thought it would be fixed by the time she got home from work

Wrong.

By then it was too late for the guy to come, so today he did

We curled alot-like Me and Brother Earl

And Tommy read to pass the time while we waited for

Our link to the outside world to be fixed

The guy musta did a good job 'cuz I'm back!

OK, so we stayed under the bed

For the two hours the guy was here

Well, all of us except Perry.

Being old, I guess makes you fearless

When PC's don't work it's all poo.