tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62457418516508577922024-02-07T22:26:28.044-08:00MissBooeyCat Tells Allvery_inky_fingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05814574131953865911noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245741851650857792.post-10629941670399909912014-11-22T16:41:00.002-08:002014-11-22T16:41:24.764-08:00It is with much sadness that I must tell Miss Booey's blog readers that on Friday November 14, 2014 our beloved Miss Booey journeyed to the Rainbow Bridge. She was such a wonderful cat and her loss leaves a giant hole in our hearts.<br />
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<br />very_inky_fingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05814574131953865911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245741851650857792.post-83632852569342228242014-09-15T18:17:00.000-07:002014-09-15T18:17:12.417-07:00<span style="font-size: x-small;">Where have I been? Well I have been in the short house for longer than expected and then I moved to a new short house with Papa's mamasan and she really doesn't like cats at all so I have to lay low which is not hard because I have not been feeling well for awhile. My blood pressure has been very high so my mobile vet, Dr. M, put me on more medication. Every once in awhile she comes here and I go out into the big van and she does something to my tail and wraps some contraption around it. How could my blood pressure ever be low when someone is doing THAT?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Then of course I have my thyroid problem and that has caused me to lose a tremendous amount of weight. I am only five pounds now so if I walk fast Miss B who hates cats doesn't see me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">The biggest adventure of the summer was a long car ride that included my favorite thing; hotels! We rode and rode and rode and by the time we stopped I couldn't get into my facilities fast enough. Can you blame me if I had an accident or two? I am a senior citizen after all. It was fun to see the tall house and I thought maybe we were staying there but before long they had packed me back into the car house and we headed back to Miss B's where I live now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">When we got back home I started to get pretty sick and after awhile mamasan figured out that I had, FLEAS. Not just a couple I had a zillion and they were killing me. I was anemic and feeling really weak but they put some medicine on me and kept me in the small room where I have been ever since the flea outbreak. I hear that the fleas even started biting Papa and Mama so at least I am not the only one. Every day they get better and fewer fleas are biting. They put this sticky thing with a light in the small room and I had grown to like it very much until one night my tail swished a little to close and suddenly I was caught in the flea trap. I have not liked that thing since and keep away.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">I spend a lot of time sleeping now but I can still purr really loudly. That's all for now.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b> I have been losing weight lately so mamasan says she is calling the mobile vet. Ahhh...the mobile vet? </b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b> We had mice at home in the tall house but I hate mice. I hope they are gone when I get back there because I don't like going into the dark to use my facilities when the mice might be there. I did say I don't like mice?</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b> Here we have lizards.. the run fast but the good thing is they stay outside. Except for that ONE that was in the hamper and I really did not like anything being in the bedroom with me so I stared at it til mamasan got it outside which is where it belongs. </b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b> Here in the short house I just walk right out into a garage and use my facilities which is a good thing unless there are spiders. I wonder if there are spiders in the tall house.</b></span>very_inky_fingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05814574131953865911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245741851650857792.post-4268788493123005302011-05-14T16:36:00.000-07:002011-05-14T16:36:25.136-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Have you missed me? I have had such a wonderful adventure and I wanted to share it with my friends on my blog but SHE always hogs the laptop with her time on Facebook. Not to say there is anything WRONG with Facebook as I do spend a bit of time on there too...but C'MON! I had pictures to post and stories to tell about motels and kittens and my L O N G ride and lizards and HOW WILL I EVER GET CAUGHT UP??????</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Get a load of this.. mamasan had to call the Animal Control officer and they were all sent off to jail! JAIL! The officer sent pictures..</b></span><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia;">The doctor said I am on steroids. There goes my baseball season!</span></strong><br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Bill T Cat did mice. He was a great mouser...maybe the greatest of all time. He would sit in the cellar for hours waiting to catch one...just waiting. I am not sitting in the cellar. I am not waiting for anything except the sound of an opening Fancy Feast can.</span></span></b></span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">OMG, the outside cat...he has caught a mouse. I think he might be another great mouser but he is not ALLOWED inside the house. That is not helpful to a lovely young lady such as myself. That leaves THEM looking to me for help. NOT HAPPENING!</span></span></b></span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">There are all sorts of contraptions THEY can buy to catch these awful, nasty, dirty, sneaky critters.</span></span></b></span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Look at this one..SNAP! DONE! or...<iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=miss0b-20&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=B00004RAMU&fc1=000000&IS2=1&lt1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr" style="height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"></iframe> how about one called a Tin Cat?</span></span></b></span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=miss0b-20&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=B002US5FRS&fc1=000000&IS2=1&lt1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr" style="height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"></iframe>Even a Diva can't abide by a GLUE trap. EWWWW!</span></span></b></span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Why not one that can catch them and then drive them away in the car about 50 miles?</span></span></b></span><span style="color: purple;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></span></b></span>very_inky_fingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05814574131953865911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245741851650857792.post-31460903900492952722010-07-22T10:27:00.000-07:002010-07-22T10:27:20.223-07:00Chippy<span style="color: #741b47;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">It is true...chipmunks eat more than cats. She filled the feeder with seed and that chippy took everything. Just let me at him!</span></span></b></span><br />
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<strong><span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia;">Dog walking could earn her some money as long as she doesn't bring them here. </span></strong><strong><span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia;"></span></strong><br />
<span><iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=miss0b-20&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=0967688019&fc1=000000&IS2=1&lt1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr" style="align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"></iframe></span>very_inky_fingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05814574131953865911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245741851650857792.post-58834395901592519312010-07-20T14:58:00.000-07:002010-07-20T15:27:52.527-07:00Off to Florida Part Two<div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">I think that by the second day on the road I was in shock. I skipped the meows and went right to playing dead. Before too long we had pulled up to another house and I was carried into this empty place and left in a corner while all of these strangers started filing in and out and I was totally ignored. I started yelling and letting them know I was not happy that I was stuck in a corner inside my car box. Who keeps a diva like me inside a cat box in the house? Finally I got some strange woman's attention and she took me out of the box. I went on an explore and from what I could see...this must be Florida. There are weird trees and it is HOT and I think I saw a the GREEN thing from the Geico Ad outside on the bushes. This HAD to be FLORIDA!</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">It took a long time and a lot of strangers to get a bed set up and my kitty litter box and privacy screen out in the garage. I wondered if all these people would be living here with us now that we are in FLORIDA? They do make a ruckus. I was glad to have "under the bed" to hide and I decided to stay there until I heard a can opening. </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Cans don't open in FLORIDA as often as I like and I had to practically play dead again to get noticed. All the banging and tearing papers kept me under the bed. A whole long time went by before I ventured out.... I wanted them to worry. As soon as I found the garage I slipped behind my privacy screen and before long I was feeling like my old self...just in FLORIDA. </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Once it got quiet and just He & She were there I thought that maybe FLORIDA might not be so bad. There were treats and toys and I had my climbing shelf by the window. I had a spot for my food dish and water and I had a nice dark spot under the bed. Purrrsss.. I like it in my new home. </span></strong></div><div> </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496118547793421074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjymI58dCOpbW83jf_6nztz5pdt1EalLXfEZ2RyABRlJ1YYWfVpQi_Hcg3sHvF-_fr0UPfevCN-ybGZJDXDc_7y6yGeS-yg85ncx2oam1pcbZk1y_TNJAd5MQT7r4w-bYLwDtWz25ikNonT/s400/Picture+008.jpg" /><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong></div>very_inky_fingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05814574131953865911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245741851650857792.post-85261832709856854252010-07-17T03:58:00.000-07:002010-07-17T16:35:26.378-07:00Off To Florida<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495022330202258002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqpoe3jQQU_GSoxKBEEczzpPDo2bc4PT9IE8JrNtiVOLI7Q3A__Tq5L6LcTCUgdddemU0Kvrt1lKK_xOGdrelJGRNJWRhO7M7dibBXmdwGc3AOx1Llrq8z-cNIBeLcw-f3iqnPys_CbA3R/s400/IMG_0892.jpg" /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>I have been on an adventure for the past year and for some reason I have not posted any of my news! Last October, my people packed me into my car box, and we headed to a place called, Florida. There was a lot of noise and yelling and fighting and crying and paper and boxes and sticky tape and forgotten pills and vet trips and it was just nothing to purr about. On the big day I was scooped up and put into THE BOX and off we went.</strong><br /><br /><br /><strong>I tried the meeeoooowwww technique for at least a half hour. They drove on. I tried clawing at the screen for a half hour. They drove on. Finally I tried playing dead. They drove on. I played dead until I fell asleep and didn't wake up until the first fill-up. There was a lot of discussion about me having to "go" and once they put me in some sort of tent with a kitty litter box but if they thought I was going to "go" psssssssssst!</strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>Finally we arrived in Florida. Next thing I am loaded up and find myself in big moving box with bells ringing. When things settled down I realized I was in one of those wonderful swanky rooms with the big bed and the behind the bed places to explore. Once the kitty litter was put down and the food dished out..all was PURRFECT! Florida was looking pretty good!</strong><br /><br /><br /><strong>Next morning I found them putting my kitty litter away and taking my food dish away. WHAT? Back into the moving box with the bells. Back into the car box. Back on the road and back to my meeeooowww and clawing and playing dead.</strong><br /><br /><br /><strong>Next time we stopped I found myself in my FAVORITE place and I knew I was HOME! This had to be Florida. Look..It had a window bed for me! Puurrrfect!</strong><br /></span></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494843794654762050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje99r904NvNuiJyN1gL6mD6I-qtSM1YRmlUqivuGdiUthL_uIrQgDTCALgCC3-V_ylnH96Cu7a1ZYSYeCngHL3SvaXndQmKPye1prtO0_bLxWldL8dpFqV22VaGZsLcYL9UQvF0szzorlB/s400/IMG_1029.jpg" /></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />More to come........<br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong>very_inky_fingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05814574131953865911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245741851650857792.post-16876263404759838342009-05-17T08:53:00.000-07:002009-05-17T09:04:35.748-07:00Elephant Sanctuary<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEX_a2tGg7faprkr5dQFbCzI3xXI5_H6OegMJlt_gd7WxscFEkDzgCAe7MhdiF884v_JJYXrbADvYbpBVFaCEGPkLlbzIEkVGtYKUIPoywIa3L1FZvr3-knKLHiwCV2YAWVkOdPU5vDa7U/s1600-h/20070922-001338-pic-479719319_t607.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 377px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEX_a2tGg7faprkr5dQFbCzI3xXI5_H6OegMJlt_gd7WxscFEkDzgCAe7MhdiF884v_JJYXrbADvYbpBVFaCEGPkLlbzIEkVGtYKUIPoywIa3L1FZvr3-knKLHiwCV2YAWVkOdPU5vDa7U/s400/20070922-001338-pic-479719319_t607.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336822067017420210" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /><a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://www.courierpress.com/news/2009/may/15/bunny-elephant-has-died-sanctuary-director-says/">Bunny the elephant has died. </a><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://www.elephants.com/index.php"><br />The Elephant Sanctuary</a><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> in Howenwald, TN is just the greatest place. <br /><br />My uman's adopted up two elephants; Winkie and Tarra. They don't come to live with us they live at this wonderful place in Tennessee with a lot of other rescued elephants. You really need to go and see the site! There is an ele-cam too and you can watch the elephants play in the fields. I think every one should adopt an elephant when you need to get a gift..I love mine. My uman is going to get me a new elephant on my birthday in 14 days!</span></span>very_inky_fingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05814574131953865911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245741851650857792.post-11801545273340037632009-05-15T04:20:00.000-07:002009-05-15T13:35:10.648-07:00Cat Friends & Illness<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Got some bad news from Arty (she is a girl cat) one of my Twitter friends. She has Hyper T and now they found out she has early renal failure. Poor Arty! Her mom is going to do everything she can for her so she is a lucky cat!<br /><br />Then when OMG, the out the back door cat arrived this morning, he had a TICK...EWWW!!!!!! on his forehead. My mama cannot get near him because he HISSSSSSES so he ate and then left with a BIG TICK on his </span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">forehead. EWWWW!!!!!<br /><br />Here are some good sites for people who love their cats!<br /></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><br /><a href="http://pets.groups.yahoo.com/group/feline-hyperT/">Yahoo Support Group Feline Hyper-T</a><br /><br /><a href="http://pets.groups.yahoo.com/group/feline-crf-info/">Yahoo Group Support CRF</a><br /><br /><a href="http://pets.groups.yahoo.com/group/Feline-CRF-Support/">Yahoo Group For CRF</a><br /><br /><a href="http://pets.groups.yahoo.com/group/Feline-Phosphorus-Management/">Yahoo Group for Phosphorus Management</a></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><br /><a href="http://pets.groups.yahoo.com/group/Feline-CRF-Support/"><br /></a><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><a href="http://bricomedicalsupplies.com/CRFpage.html"> For Chronic Renal Failure supplies</a></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><br /><a href="http://www.petdiabetes.net/"><br />For Pets with Diabetes </a> THE BEST GROUP!</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><br />These groups have been a big help to my family especially when my Angel Cat Bill was so sick!<br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBNkn-0m6VOMPpRde1XQ4oOg5gMhSHGFPfDbJf8VLnD6G3D_b5FWL_rjYxazv81j0Ke_sizWDigVRJwKZ46RMKKrcL4talZ1JwAsu8mh5UCzT4JfKD4DG9q3LZvgTgX7c28GnY26F6TE1X/s1600-h/Adobe+Backup+Lots+427.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBNkn-0m6VOMPpRde1XQ4oOg5gMhSHGFPfDbJf8VLnD6G3D_b5FWL_rjYxazv81j0Ke_sizWDigVRJwKZ46RMKKrcL4talZ1JwAsu8mh5UCzT4JfKD4DG9q3LZvgTgX7c28GnY26F6TE1X/s400/Adobe+Backup+Lots+427.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336151789153347090" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><br /><br /></span></span></span>very_inky_fingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05814574131953865911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245741851650857792.post-6488739512738368502009-05-13T09:46:00.000-07:002010-07-20T16:10:54.140-07:00Birthday Countdown Continues<br /><font style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><font style="font-weight: bold;"><font face="georgia"><font size="5">18 Days to My Big Day!<br /><br /><br />Yikes! Who sent out the invites? <br /><br /></font></font></font></font><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdz-1cNVid1ysJ7RiAIUqq-_rHj6rQAGlbLKM8yDyI0Tx-TNPu2sax6MwxTi0bx-yFa4uJlO5cvgONaFX8RysVf6NcbVh0fLDGiOl99HhXWLaIxLXLVWueq1riJVFMYhkgfeUVTsL_OHwk/s1600-h/UntitledMA15425943-0012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdz-1cNVid1ysJ7RiAIUqq-_rHj6rQAGlbLKM8yDyI0Tx-TNPu2sax6MwxTi0bx-yFa4uJlO5cvgONaFX8RysVf6NcbVh0fLDGiOl99HhXWLaIxLXLVWueq1riJVFMYhkgfeUVTsL_OHwk/s400/UntitledMA15425943-0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335354613863339506" border="0"></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;">Titus</span></div>very_inky_fingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05814574131953865911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245741851650857792.post-74478801408286953532009-05-13T08:24:00.001-07:002009-05-13T08:29:06.176-07:00Sun Puddlezzzz!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGe5qt0RBXNtdwk2kmP4Uto1KAG6J_NjvOiqfrM9h5LcirMHREJrm2qXlSt8_HX_AxCX7ILaaCy-zf9qY5e5Zwwop2EPGNWgDLM6adwYN_-0yDteWarFZvzeV9Mwmes5NKUJLUaZ8rY8O7/s1600-h/DSC_0206.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGe5qt0RBXNtdwk2kmP4Uto1KAG6J_NjvOiqfrM9h5LcirMHREJrm2qXlSt8_HX_AxCX7ILaaCy-zf9qY5e5Zwwop2EPGNWgDLM6adwYN_-0yDteWarFZvzeV9Mwmes5NKUJLUaZ8rY8O7/s400/DSC_0206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335330627818497378" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">I LOVE SUN PUDDLEZZZZZZ! Between sunpuddlezzzz and bird watching my day is FULL!</span></span></span></span>very_inky_fingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05814574131953865911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245741851650857792.post-70290348234856275482009-05-09T13:59:00.000-07:002009-05-09T14:26:26.713-07:00To Feed a Feral Cat<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> Have I told you about my history? I was a stray cat when my Mamasan found me. (I found her, really) I had lived outdoors for all of March through October and it was cold and rainy and scary. I was not afraid</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> of people but I was afraid of noises in the dark night and thunder storms and I was afraid I would never have a home. Out there in the world there was a grey cat who was as wild as they come. </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">He did not like me and he did not go near Mamasan. He would sneak down to the deck and get food after he was sure she was inside. Mamasan set up a Rain Village for me...she covered her eating outside table with plastic</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> and she made a box for me to go inside of. I knew she was nice</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> right from the start! </span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi34Lo0CS2LCJJe7fvQYoYQku1LBRVAN5wIUZqPre75N48Myg3sg_fV6QctZPIcyXFGWiX9I1WazgJXwXOzUSv8BHP-YEHQJisew0P43w-Co1wlKjzfUgk3_-ty0m8TrUSgseYdobuJSEA9/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi34Lo0CS2LCJJe7fvQYoYQku1LBRVAN5wIUZqPre75N48Myg3sg_fV6QctZPIcyXFGWiX9I1WazgJXwXOzUSv8BHP-YEHQJisew0P43w-Co1wlKjzfUgk3_-ty0m8TrUSgseYdobuJSEA9/s400/DSC_0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333936099434903426" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">It was a rainy spring and summer. I got wet and I got in lots of fights with that Grey Cat. When it started to get cold outside Mamasan decided to try to bring me in so she took me to the white coat and they pulled out some of my teeth and my blood and then they said I could come inside and I would not hurt, "my Bill."<br /><br />That Old Man Grey had to st</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">ay outside though because he doesn't like people, not at all. So, Mamasan bought a feeding station that came in a box and Papasan and Mamasan put it together with screws. Now when Old Man Grey wants to eat he gets inside there and it is dry and safe.<br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0tLZ5NPCenzzrsAV3uhZmJSWGV5-6NMyYYWRediuqmCrcwpISTp7vT6rgdGEcWXQgIn_OvwovrMO3n2ci3CKlgFVm0cPG9QYPT1_SkxwaA6xxZt3z9Eu17aKy0XedzetiJGGIdDIS4lKA/s1600-h/IMG_0492.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0tLZ5NPCenzzrsAV3uhZmJSWGV5-6NMyYYWRediuqmCrcwpISTp7vT6rgdGEcWXQgIn_OvwovrMO3n2ci3CKlgFVm0cPG9QYPT1_SkxwaA6xxZt3z9Eu17aKy0XedzetiJGGIdDIS4lKA/s200/IMG_0492.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333937860697401650" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Everyone should be nice, like Mamasan, to cats who have no home. They will love you even if they don't say it!<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://www.feralvilla.com/index.php?main_page=index&cPath=4">Feral Villa Feeding Station</a></span>very_inky_fingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05814574131953865911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245741851650857792.post-81526497897527746162009-05-06T17:46:00.000-07:002009-05-06T17:58:04.263-07:00What a Trip!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNZirVO0pMweDL8eK4CAm4SWlw76Y9BUc-up8HvDNXtCHh9Mj_CpwmqaHS0_JJygNQcBExiSfDRPgDcRTd_pey7YuUbK0sqbIVCpxR3JbG-ohqitygL6CN3upTC7JUwseTPsJC4vvOvFfy/s1600-h/IMG_0419.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNZirVO0pMweDL8eK4CAm4SWlw76Y9BUc-up8HvDNXtCHh9Mj_CpwmqaHS0_JJygNQcBExiSfDRPgDcRTd_pey7YuUbK0sqbIVCpxR3JbG-ohqitygL6CN3upTC7JUwseTPsJC4vvOvFfy/s400/IMG_0419.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332879951227639586" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">I had a great trip this past week-end. I got into my car box and we drove for a lonnng time and then we stopped for a lonnng time and THEY left me in the car while they went to party. Oh sure, they tried to take me in to the party but that is NOT for me! I liked sitting in the car watching from afar!<br /><br />Then we drove a lonnnng lonnng time and finally mamasan said, "We are here" and she grabbed me up and carried me into the house which turned out to be a strange house that I have never been in!!!! I went right under the bed and stayed there until SHE finally shut the lights off. I came sneaking out and explored the room a bit. I found my newspaper on the floor and a bowl of food and glass of water. I also found the potty which seemed to be very important but was not out of sight as it normally is. Did THEY think I would "GO" right in front of EVERYONE? In the morning THEY left me locked in the room which was FINE with me because I heard an AWFUL LOUD SCARY NOISY MEOWING in the night and I sure did not want to scramble with THAT creature.<br /> Finally all the packing went on and I was put back into the car box and we drove a lonnng lonng lonng way back to HOME which I really love a lot! I love my car box but I love HOME best of all!<br /></span></span></span>very_inky_fingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05814574131953865911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245741851650857792.post-39500858914350431502009-04-30T07:59:00.000-07:002009-04-30T08:04:39.308-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdXLOUjgCM78zt-K0Bxe0wsH3eFYK_2ldeJOJQqC7NoQUYa3lOBtYiX2ILRxqDqKsEtBysXCiQrnKaHuKQCRcXJiOdtsIIyQzuvmp9ZRDnGSA9hifbT7-85vESpsh-YN3KlOcgwGU8M4fY/s1600-h/DSC_0016.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdXLOUjgCM78zt-K0Bxe0wsH3eFYK_2ldeJOJQqC7NoQUYa3lOBtYiX2ILRxqDqKsEtBysXCiQrnKaHuKQCRcXJiOdtsIIyQzuvmp9ZRDnGSA9hifbT7-85vESpsh-YN3KlOcgwGU8M4fY/s400/DSC_0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330500126816955330" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Chippy is busy filling his cheeks with seeds and then he dashes off to his under ground to hide it for a rainy day.</span></span>very_inky_fingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05814574131953865911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245741851650857792.post-13837214597675692062009-04-28T08:23:00.001-07:002009-04-28T08:34:30.893-07:00Phew! He's Back!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhftLS0CNpOe2m5kAO0RqaJBPzJm5p7vJz33viefMbMQvwNgVqiQ8XPdQWB0twkBy_PqrsVgjMwNWEV2UI0Isx01hwg3ngF_DTkmXt5fUx_fIxErJJb54ISKaLVFcrZGYyXk4VE2uEzNLK1/s1600-h/DSC_0303.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhftLS0CNpOe2m5kAO0RqaJBPzJm5p7vJz33viefMbMQvwNgVqiQ8XPdQWB0twkBy_PqrsVgjMwNWEV2UI0Isx01hwg3ngF_DTkmXt5fUx_fIxErJJb54ISKaLVFcrZGYyXk4VE2uEzNLK1/s400/DSC_0303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329765940971722322" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Good News! Old Man Grey was back for breakfast. He had a HORRIBLE experience with dogs on Sunday. They chased him and scared his stripes off. Yesterday he did not come for his cream and food and SHE was so worried. It took him awhile to get his courage up but he finally came down from behind the trees and ate breakfast. Feral cats have a hard life! He has a big scratch on his nose. </span></span></span>very_inky_fingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05814574131953865911noreply@blogger.com0