Tabby Thursday

Daddy Peyton








It is all about a boxful of gingerlicious cuteness!!

Blogoversary on a ManCat Monday: MINE!

On December 28, 2008, Tommy finally got off her tuffet, unlocked the PC, and we did my first ever blog post --
See, Tommy thought I'd be one of the few kitties with a blog.
Well, gee whiz, all of us kitties knew THAT was wrong! *Humans*

Back in 2008, no Mooch to deal with. At least not til 2012.

 I tell ya, life seemed so much easier once upon a time, 

which brings me to what I did have in that galaxy far far away:

Tommy was thrilled 'cause all six of us together for like one of the two times ever: Me, Mommy,Uncle Maxx,

 Brother Earl Gray, Daddy Peyton and Angel Perry. 

This photo was on a Valentine's Day,

 hence Tommy got goofy with lotsa red hearts...

And 7 years after that 2008 blog start here I am:

 

Dreamin' Thinking about the next 7! 

I'll bring the tuna treats :)

xxxoo

On Thursday

Daddy Peyton

Has a first row seat

to watch the

dawn of a new day make

its Dallas debut.

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.

Friday Ginger Feline Fine

Mooch with Daddy Peyton

The only one of us Mooch curls with.

Daddy doesn't seem to mind Mooch meddling--in fact,

Daddy Peyton gives her ear washes.

Daddy thinks Mooch is misunderstood. Hmm.

I think Daddy Peyton takes in too much catnip.

On Sunday

Daddy Peyton



Can you see him?? With the rains stopped
and being a nice, pretty day, Daddy got in a window all easy like.
The sun shines on him too....just as it oughta be!

TreeTop Saturday

Mooch





gets high on the cat tree to get a good view of the storm that's supposed to blast on through.
As you can see, Daddy Peyton displays his interest...

Ginger ManCat Monday

My Daddy Peyton

Looks quite regal, doesn't he??

Ginger Touch Tuesday

My Daddy Peyton aka Tommy's Sweet Boy.

Daddy is the most quiet (unless it's feeding time)

and laid back kitty I've ever known. In this photo,

Daddy is on the couch, keeping Tommy company

Yes, Daddy has magical mystical kitty powers to watch

Tommy through his closed eyelids...

Gingerly Wordless Wednesday

My Daddy Peyton

knows Tommy is lookin' right at him

Yet Daddy keeps the eyelids shut!

Smart thinking!

3 Tabby Thursday....Sorta

Still the only one of us---

Mooch gets close to is Daddy Peyton 

who shows rare displeasure of a photo op 

Tommy tries to get his attention for.

Daddy only wants to make friends with closed eyelids, 

just like MeanGirlCat   Mooch does!

And where's the 3rd tabby?  Well, right here...sorta:

ME!

 Tommy got crafty again--this time by making

ME and a piece o glass into a magnet.

Not so sure how my human did it, 
but at least Tommy got the 

subject of her affection right!

Tabby Too Easy Indeed!

Been busy all week with Tommy either
fussin' about her fancy book learnin' or
Tommy sniffling and coughing and why is it always about the human??  Nonetheless, Sunday rolled around and:

MeanGirlcat (aka Mooch) and Daddy Peyton

prove miracles do happen while being 

Easy in the process. 

Hmm. 

I guess kinda tis the season for miracles, huh? 

Ginger Wordless Wedneday

Daddy Peyton does wordless Wednesday well 

while on top of quilt which is 

on top of the

washing machine....

Daddy Peyton is a cat. And that how he rolls. 

Ginger Easy Peasy..

Daddy Peyton







with a little help from
Tommy's chin rub,
 gives us his take about Sunday...
Not bad. Not bad at all.

On Ginger Sunday

Daddy Peyton








Gets his easy on 'specially when the
 Sunday is all 
about the Daddy!

Ginger at Ease

On Sunday





My Daddy Peyton puts
any issues to the side-
'cause there are other more impawtent things to do!

Ginger Tabby Tuesday

Daddy Peyton tries to just chill-ax, but you know how those humans can be. Yea, Tommy tried to get Daddy to look at the camera. Only thing Tommy didn't do was wave some catnip in front of Daddy. Hmm.
Maybe she should have.

Memory ManCat Monday

As I sat on the desk while Tommy looked 
at photos from once upon a time-
My whiskers tickled and Tommy smiled
When we spotted this: 

Mommy and the household's Orange-y GingerBoys

From the Summer of 2009

Daddy Peyton takes up the middle while 

Angel Cranky Ol' Sourpuss Perry is up front.

Seems like each one has sights on something different! 

 Nice Monday Memory-- 

Monday ManCat Christmas Memory

Perry--the cranky (not really) ol' sour puss who will always be the
true King Cat of our chateau d'chat. So hard to believe Perry has watched over us from Heaven since 2010.  Eventho our house is filled with lotsa purrs (mine are loudest!) and hisses (Ms. She-bad Mooch), there still is certain kind of quiet. Tommy says I remind her most of Perry.  I'm big like Perry was, before he got sick--and how I make sure I cuddle close to Tommy at night. I hog a pillow just like Perry did too. This talk makes my whiskers tickle which makes me wanna do do two things:  
First to show a photo, from 2009, how Perry and ME did get along--kinda.

And the other is Tommy's re-telling of  Perry's adventure with jolly ol' St. Nick. Let's just say Tommy has YET to attempt the same yuletide action with any of us. 'cause, I mean, how can you when:

December 23, 2010

Perry: The Cat Who Beat Up Santa Claus....

Tis the time of year Tommy’s re-tells the story about a Christmas long ago—in 2001 (way before my  Mommy was even born!)-when Tommy wanted to get pictures made with her kitties and Santa Claus. Tommy had a snowshoe Siamese Sammy and 5 ½ month old orange itty but not so bitty tabby kitty Perry then. The kitties gave Tommy so much comfort and joy since Tommy’s daddy went to Heaven in October that year, and just a month later so did Siamese tabby mix before kitty Brenner. He had cancer. So Sammy and Perry made Tommy smile.

And Tommy thought a picture with Santa would make a lot of smiles.

**On a Saturday afternoon, Tommy packed up Perry and headed to PetsMart to get in line for Santa. She decided to take one kitty at a time. Would be easier she thought. While Tommy and Perry waited, there were other kitties there looking for fur-ever homes. Tommy kinda wanted to get one—so she could have three. But Tommy never had THAT many kitties before! In about 5 years she’d know how that felt….anymew. Tommy and Perry waited as a big black puppy got his turn with Santa. The puppy was sweet and barked just once. Got his picture made and all was good.
**Tommy says you could almost say she glowed.  She loved her some Perry, who had quite the personality. Tommy couldn’t wait for the picture and was happy when Santa motioned them up. Tommy held Perry, in her hands, by this time, and he just meowed a couple times. Nothing major, Tommy thought.
**So Tommy says to Santa, “This is Perry.” Santa is jolly and says, “Well, hello Perry” and starts to take Perry out of Tommy’s arms.
**Wrong move, Ol’ St. Nick.
**The next thing, Tommy says, is you heard Perry screamin’ and hissin’ and saw his orange arms just flyin’! Tommy still had a hold of Perry, who had a hold of Santa and Santa’s glasses were coming off his face. Somehow, Tommy held Perry. Peeled him off of Santa and got him in the carrier.
**The carrier rocked to and fro with Perry still screamin’. Tommy says her she knows her eyes were as wide as all get out. She stared at Santa whose glasses were crooked. When Santa took the glasses off, there was blood above his eyebrow and then Tommy saw blood from Santa's temple. The she saw the blood drops in Santa’s white beard. Tommy was in shock. Didn’t know what to do. The only thing out of her mouth was:
**“He’s had his shots.” 
**Then Tommy started apologizin’. She didn’t know if the police were gonna come and haul off her and Perry. Who would bail them out of the pound? Everybody in the store just stopped and stared. Tommy just apologized over and over. Perry finally got quiet. I guess he had to catch his breath. Mrs. Claus came over and said to Santa: “He got you pretty good.” She left for a few minutes and came back with a first aid kit.
**Tommy just stood there as Mrs. Claus put stuff on Santa's wounds. Santa said, “Oh, it’s all right. He was scared.” Tommy apologized for the millionth time and declined Santa’s to try again. Instead Tommy chose to walk fast, yet tread lightly out of PetsMart just in case the police DID come. 
**Once out in the parking lot, two ladies were walking puppies that wanted furr-ever homes. One of em looked at Tommy and asked, “You the one with the cat that tore up Santa?”
**Tommy was embarrassed and nodded.  Then the lady started laughing. The lady walking a puppy came up and was told, “Yea, this is her.” That lady started laughing. Tommy says she had to laugh too. The first lady said, “Well, if Santa is gonna pose with animals, something like this might happen. Ya know, he had the dog right before. That probably spooked him. ”  The first lady wanted to see Perry.  So when Tommy opened the carrier, the first lady, said **"Yea, you look like a fighter!"  And laughed more. They all did. 
**Tommy realizes the lady could be right. She still felt bad. The first lady says, “Ya know, that was funny. You heard that cat through the store. Santa knows the perils." 
** Tommy took Perry home. Sammy never even got the chance to get a picture with Santa. Tommy said no more. Not gonna risk it. 
**And no police ever did show up. 
**The first time I heard Tommy tell the story, Perry sat close with his ears back. I later got enough nerve to ask him what was he thinking the day he beat up Santa Claus. Perry didn’t want to answer then he realized I wasn’t gonna stop buggin' him.  Perry’s answer?
**The cranky ol sour puss now a feisty feline in Heaven said he went ballistic cuz he didn’t know who Santa WAS! Yep. All the 5 ½ month old Perry saw was a big ol’ stranger in a red suit, with big belly and a bunch white hair and beard. The black puppy getting his picture made before him didn’t scare Perry---SANTA DID. 

** Tommy's never taken any of us to het pictures with Santa. She says her heart just couldn't take it.  Hey, I'd be good.  I wouldn't beat up nobody. Except--well, I would maybe hiss a time or two, to show how ferocious I can be

**And just in Perry's memory. who is still our

**King of this house and watches over this house-would smile on that!

Sammy and Perry One

Two of  Tommy's smiles..

(Which make ME still smile today! )

xxxooo Noir

On Wednesday....

Last weekend Tommy trekked to a booksigning at the 

Cat Writers' Association Conference here in Dallas

On top of having a sparklin' good time bonding with everyone

(Including kitties!) Tommy got smart and gifted ME with: 

Lookee at on the inside-Yep, to ME!! (and I guess Tommy too)

Then as I minded my own business to think of MY new book: 

There goes my Daddy Peyton:

 cozyin' up to where Daddy shouldn't be cozyin'

So now YOU decide:

Wordless or NOT on this Wednesday? 

PeeEss. Tommy gots lots of books with kitties in the stories at the booksigning. Can't wait til we curl and read em all....withOUT  Daddy!