Remembrance Day 2015

Tommy got leaky eyed looking over pictures of before kitties--
She says she remembers them all and smiles.

Their little 'quirks' Tommy says, from Millee the Calico who moved
to Dallas with Tommy, along with Millee's long hair'd ginger big boned son Morris (click here to read a 2009 blog post I let Tommy write!) to Angel Perry who tolerated all of us, to a sweet mancat I wish I could have met: Sammy the Snowshoe Siamese

Tommy says Sammy ran to the bridge, after a long fight with renal problems. My human believes Sammy knew Tommy was on the mend from her open heart surgery five months before. Sammy went to sleep in Tommy's arms, while held close to her heart, listening to Tommy talking to him.

This is one of Tommy's fave photos of Perry and Sammy.

From 2002...and

Tommy still smiles thru a few tears.

Happy 4th of July!!

from our cluttered feline filled house!!

Flashback Friday

This is Millee

And she with her son Morris

Moved to Dallas with Tommy

Those hundred million years ago 

Way back in 1988. 

Tommy says Millee was a sweet ladycat

They were two single girls learning bout Texas~ 

Millee was the last ladycat Tommy ever had until

Mommy showed up in 2006 and now maybe Mooch...

Speakin' of, Mooch goes for her ladycat operation today! 

Stay tuned. 

Tommy Talks Thursday Tweet

Hello all--Tommy here!

Witty Kitty Fin’s suggestion for Tweet Week conjured up a memory I wanted to share. So I told Noir I’d like to post on Thursday. Noir stared at me, then through me and finally past me. I urged him to play fetch. We did for a minute or twelve—all seems to be forgiven….for now. So I’ll try to do this quick.

Back in yester-century, particularly the late 80’s, I lived with my folks in my Iowa hometown. I’d done this for three years, until I moved to Dallas in 1988. Now, if you’re an adult and lived with your parents, you know it can be an adventure, with a capital A. Alas, that’s a post for my blog, which Noir says tires him so. Anyway, I also had two cats Millie and Morris. Millie was a cutie calico and also Morris’ mom. This Tweet Tale is about Morris—my big, fat long haired ginger tabby who ate, slept and ate some more—hmm—sounds like MaxMaxx today—the eat and sleep part. Both were full grown when they came into my life in late 1984. This while I lived in Kansas City.
Millie

Fat Cat Morris

My step-mother had a pair of white love birds. Instead of hanging their cage from the ceiling, as my dad and I suggested A LOT, she had the birds’ made out of popsicles sticks cage (yes, you read right) placed on coffee table. Did I mention one side was open, because step-mother placed a screen box, with a pie dish of water inside it, scooted up to the open side. This was the birds’ swimming pool….

You with me? Screen box. Popsicle sticks. Coffee table. Eye level. Birds. Cats.

One night my dad and I watched TV, while we waited for step-mother to come home from work. I walked into the kitchen, which had reddish carpet. The white feathers were easy to spot. Even Morris, who had a white splotch on his chest, was accentuated this night, with a white feather also. Being the coward I am, I yelled to my dad what Morris had done. We both kinda laughed—kinda. Then I left HIM to tell step-mother what happened upon her arrival from work, after we swept up the white feathers, that is. I jumped in my car and didn’t come home for about an hour. Coward of the County.

Step mother was heart sick. I remember her asking, “What are we going to do with these cats?” And I remember my Dad, “You should have hung ‘em up in the first da*n place!” Ahh, gotta love Dad—bless his soul!

Oh, did I mention, this was the second set of love birds Morris got to? Her third set (which I bought after he ate the second set) step-mother did hang from the ceiling, However, while on her vacation in Germany, it was a Saturday morning when I peaked in their cage. Side by side-DEAD. I yelled for Dad and told him him how step-mother would find a way to blame the cats. Dad said we’d tell her the truth, yet not maybe until she got home. Why upset her? Well, of course, step-mother called THAT night. When she asked about her birds, alas I couldn’t lie…

In total, I purchased three sets of love birds. Needless, to say step-mother didn’t have much love for me and less for Morris. Years later, we would laugh about it. But it took her as many years to even get another bird, because she remembers how my cat ate all hers up!

Thanks for letting me indulge myself with such a long post. Now I need to locate my Notorious Tabby Tiger and thank him. I'm sure the Friskies Party Mix will help sooth a mighty warrior's heart.. =^..^=

Tommy

Snuggles

It's cold here in Dallas. The weather humans say "ice" maybe tomorrow. Tommy says as long as everyone is safe and warm, she's ok with ice-gives her a reason to stay home with us. This picture is when we were all itty bitty cats and 4 of us were still together. That's my sister Sophie, a calico, at the very top. My brother Silver to the left. Earl Gray--always sleeping-to the right-and ME. Mommy was close for milk and warm. Just like tonight. Mommy is still the best blanket ever.