Happy 4th of July!!

Hope everyone has a safe and fun Holiday!!

 and on this day, we also remember Angel Perry. When Tommy and Perry got together, the vet said Perry was born in July---so Tommy said Our Angel Cranky Ol' SourPuss' birthday was July 4th!  And it fit, because Perry was quite the firecracker!  We still miss Perry too--after all this time...

Tabby Thursday

Daddy Peyton








It is all about a boxful of gingerlicious cuteness!!

That One Tabby Cat and Santa Claus

Me and Perry in 2009--during a peaceful moment

 *****Tis the time of year for re-telling of Tommy’s 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 who passed away cancer. So Sammy and Perry made Tommy smile.  And Tommy thought a picture with Santa would make a lot of smiles.

Perry: The Cat Who Beat Up Santa Claus

*****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. By this time Tommy held Perry, in her hands. 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 us-would smile on that.

ManCat Monday with Mooch

Mooch and Daddy Peyton -again-

I really still don't get it. Mooch curls with Daddy,

and hisses at the rest of us...OK, me mostly.

Mommy says Daddy Peyton likes Mooch "unconditionally"

Hmm. Does that mean

I gotta think about what condition my condition is in?

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.

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...

Caturday Cool Down

Finally-hope the cools are here to stay!
Yesterday Dallas had 90 degrees and
Right now, not even close!  
And Daddy Peyton

Tries to snooze on a warm blankee
But as usual, Ms. Gotta Take a Pic
is all on up in Daddy's face--
Hmm. A face of discontent perhaps? 
Anymew, it's still Saturday, and cool and I like it! 

Dinner at Dusk Furr Four

Daddy Peyton kinda says it all, huh? 

An Orange Tabby Christmas Tale

With Christmas being just 'round the bend, I purred real loud to get  Tommy to re-post this, from 2010, this oh so true story from a Yuletide past!  Still makes my whiskers tickle and Tommy smile. So Merry Christmas indeed! 

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 get 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...

Saturday Window Gaze

A windy 66 degree Dallas December morn

And Tommy says open windows 

Get fresh air in the house for

A little while anyway, so there's

ME:

Takin' in fresh air and gaze up out the window!

Tommy came to see what I was lookin' at. 

She saw nothin' but leaves floating to the ground. 

What Tommy didn't see was our  

Orange Tabby Angel Cat Perry tellin' me

I am doing a good job taking care of Tommy.

Nice to get paws up, from the Furr-ever King of our house!

Enjoy your Saturday!  

Wordless Wednesday

Perry has been gone a whole year today-

Yep, I know His Royal Cranky-ness is
Rompin' and wreckin' havoc on Heaven's Bridge
And Perry is feelin' the best he's felt
In a long time--but I gotta be honest
I hope Perry is lookin' down on  us--
Makin' sure we are OK--just like
He does with Mommy:

As they checked out the the world-

In this April 2009 memory 

ME amd Tommy still chuckle how
Mommy is being all wordless at Perry... 
And I pray Perry thinks I'm doing a good job takin' care of Tommy!

Tuesday Talks Tomorrow

Yep. I'm talkin' about Wednesday today.
Guess it's kinda like being in the future kinda thing.
Tomorrow is the 1st anniversary of our
Cranky ol' Sour Puss Perry's Run to Heaven's Bridge
Doesn't seem like it's been a year. We had to
Get use to Perry not being 'round and doin' his

Liftin' a whisker to me, air jabbin'  Uncle MaxMaxx,

Runnin' from Mommy, curlin' with Daddy Peyton

And never far from Tommy--especially at night.

Perry was always there.
Letting Tommy sleep on the same pillow
While he pet her face--
Nowadays, I get a whole pillow to ME 
And nibble Tommy's fingers.
I know I'm not Perry tho. Tommy's caught
Herself almost callin' me by Perry's nickname--
Then she says no way she can do that
Cuz I'm my own kitty, yet I have always
Been Perry's heir apparent, ever since I was itty 
Since I acted alot like him act sometimes
Just like Perry--
I can't think of a better kitty to take after...

This is picture of ME and Perry from 2009-

Way before everything changed..
Perry musta liked me. For a little bit anyway
To pose like this:

Perry will forever always be King of our house

And for that, I'm real OK to be the Prince.

Feline Feelin' Friday

Tommy comes home tonight mutterin' how fried she is from
Working so much OT.
Fried? I thought chicken got fried....
Humans and their silly ways.
Anymew, Tommy has this whiff of 
Peach Ice Cream Shake around her...
With NONE of its whipped cream for us! 
Humans and their silly ways..
And all of us are wonderin' why Tommy is so selfish--
Well, everybody 'cept ....

Daddy Peyton

Man Cat Yankee Doodle Dandy Monday

Happy 4th of July everybody!! 
I keep askin' Tommy what she remembers about CNN's coverage of  the signing of
The Declaration of Independence. Tommy keeps mumblin "Not that old! Not THAT old!" 
Really?  
Meanwhile, Daddy Peyton dreams something esle on this holiday cuz

We celebrated Perry's birthday on the 4th of July and tis our

First celebration without our Cranky Ol Sour Puss and

Daddy Peyton was the closest one to Perry--

--musta been that ginger orange tabby thing--

And  we will always believe Perry is bestest brightest firecracker of them all!

Ginger Tabby Tries

Daddy Peyton

Tries to get his Saturday Sleep On

Tommy gets the camera right up on in his face

Don't humans have other things to do on

Saturday than to interrupt our important tasks---?

Like makin' sure the bid' ness boxes are clean and buyin' us treats?
Priorities people. Priorities.

Sunday Still Remembrance

In our house we still remember the out pour of prayers, purrs and love we received from the Cat Blogosphere, when Perry (the Cranky Ol Sour Puss) went to Heaven last October. Although we laugh and play, there's still something  missin' round here.  Like Uncle MaxMaxx's favorite paw jab partner, or Mommy's favorite hissing target when Perry would even walk toward her babies, even tho  we were full grown. With ME and Brother Earl Gray, Perry would call us "kids" and out cat nip us with any of the 'nip toys. I miss him jumpin' so high and then dashing off--like he was younger than us or something'! 

And there was Tommy.  Perry struck his claim with her. Nobody--and I mean NOBODY could have his place on the pillow by Tommy. Nope. That was his spot, and Tommy's face and her forehead were only his to pet--with his claws out at times. Then there is my Daddy Peyton. He misses Perry more than he says.  Yes, he does. Daddy loved Perry and Perry only really got on good with Daddy. 

Sometimes I think Perry got tired of Daddy, but Daddy was the only one that could curl up to Perry. Maybe it was the orange and ginger tabby thing. In fact, the night before Perry went to Heaven, Perry was curled in a cat bed, and Daddy was curled right beside him. Tommy got a picture of it and then Tommy cried. 

So on this Remembrance Weekend, we smile at all our friends who  get to play with out King of Our Jungle, Perry at the Rainbow Bridge. He's not really cranky--and I bet they know that by now.  We miss our Perry One.

As for Tommy's pillow, I now take the other side. Perry will always have his spot.  I have the other side. So when Tommy wakes up in the middle of the night--she's knows we're both there. I don't pet her face, like Perry did. Nope. I kiss Tommy's fingers before I bite them. 

So if you 'cuse me. There's still some Sunday left.  I wanna let Tommy know

All is good and

We can still be easy as this day inches to a close

And all is in love

Perry would want it to be so.... 

Weekend of Remembrance is really everyday...

Sunday....

Nothing more really need be said....

Feelin' It Friday

Tommy takes pause from doing that little dance
Most humans do on a Friday and gives 
My Daddy Peyton a little
Tickle on his top--

See his claw out?

Yea, Daddy feels it on this Friday..

Do you? 

Wordless Wednesday

My Daddy Peyton....