Friday Ago Memory

Tommy said Socks went to Heaven today. He lived in that big White House where the family who lives there now, want a dog. Tommy smiled when she saw Socks' picture and said how Socks probably had so much fun in that big White House. And Socks feels so much better now that's he's in Heaven.

When Tommy looked through her pictures, I saw one of Cranky Ol Sour Puss Perry, who didn't look much like a sour puss but looked kinda nice--with a Siamese.

That Siamese musta known something we don't know. Perry doesn't curl up with us at all! Oh well. Tommy says the Snow Shoe Siamese is Sammy. Renal failure finally took him. Tommy said Sammy cradled his head under her chin as she talked to him until Sammy went to sleep. Tommy says memories of Socks will be forever with his families. Just like Sammy is with Tommy.

New memories, started three months after Sammy went to Heaven, Tommy says. That's when Mommy, Daddy Peyton and Uncle MaxMaxx virtually showed up at her door step and moved in.

That musta have been with Perry turned into a cranky ol sour puss. Hmm. Come to think about it, maybe Perry still has his own Sammy memories too?

I'll try to be nicer.

Don't tell Perry.

Maybe

So this is the man and his wife who just moved into the big White House.

Tommy says she's happy they are finally there.

Hmm.

They look nice enough. The wife looks pretty in her dress. The man, Tommy says, looks dapper. I don't know what that means. Tommy smiled when she said it. So it's good.

They do look kinda nice standing on that big bird on the floor.

Wonder how that bird would taste? Any cat would be happy to know.

Anyway, Tommy says "He's our President!"

Hmm.

I wonder if President still wants a puppy?

President got four years.

Will he change his mind?

Maybe.

Meow!

Hello again fellow felines (especially Tuxedo Tabbies!) and our humans. Hope all of you are purr-fect!

I am.

Tommy just got home a little bit ago. Good to see her after being gone all day. ME and Mommy always meet here at the door. Then we go to our favorite spot on the carpet and scatch it. Tommy always says it's another confirmation she needs to put a different kind of floor in. Tommy still pet us all, stayed a few minutes and then left again. This was after she checked this cabinet in her kitchen. To see how much food we had, I'm sure.

Smart girl.

Then there was this election. Didn't know really what it was for. Didn't really know why Tommy was so excited about a family moving into some big old White House. Been reading online (when Tommy is gone) that the little girls moving there want a puppy. WHY? We cats could slip in and partake in all those fancy shmancy gatherings they have there (I've read up on that too!) More better than some dog. Cats purr. Dogs don't. To each her own.

And last, I said I would talk about my family. So here is a picture of ME and my Mommy. I was still a bitty baby when my bestest girl kissed me. Tommy entered this picture in some contest at her job. Got a lot of votes, she said, but didn't win. Tommy said that was fine, because she had the real thing at home. And that was prize enough.

Smart girl.