Hey, is anypawdy out there? It’s me, RaenaBelle. Sissy, c’mon, the world’s stopped spinnin’ and we can load our site again.
Are you sure? Me’s so tired of waitin’ fur the pages to load. Mommy says it’s cuz we live so far out and the innernet peeps haven’t upgraded the wirin’ ‘round here in like, furEVER.
This box is huge, mommy.
I’s sure sissy. I’s already checked. What did you think ‘bout that big box we got delivered yesfurday?
The box is great Raena. It’s what was in the box that me’s not so sure ‘bout. Mommy says we have to use it cuz we’re s’posed to write a review.
Yeah sissy, but I’s think it’s ‘bout more than just writin’ a review. Mommy seems really x’cited ‘bout it and says it’s gonna be a big help to her. Anyways, I’s just glad we can get back on the catputer. We’ve not been able to visit our furiends fur days. ‘Course, that did give mommy some time to clean the house. You know we’re havin’ a play date soon and we wanna make a good impurr-sion.
Hmmmmm let’s see, where are we gonna put that thing?
Yep Raena, me can’t wait. It’s gonna be so much fun. We haven’t had a play date in so long. By the way, did you hear mommy on the fone last night with Ms. A, Nub’s mommy?
Bye Nubs. RIP
I’s did sissy. It’s so sad. We hadn’t been over to see him in a couple of weeks. Mommy had said we were gonna take him some special treats this week and then this happens. Ya’ know, Ms. A ended up with Nubs after his person died and nopawdy wanted him. We just can’t ‘magine what it must have been like fur him. Mommy says that’s why it’s so ‘purrtant to make plans fur us fur babies in the event we happen to outlive our peeps. Unfurtunately fur Nubs, he went to heaven on Monday. Ms. A had been at her daughters house, and when she got home, Nubs was layin’ in the kitchen almost dead. He died in Ms. A’s arms on the way to the V-E-T.
It’s really sad, Raena. but, at least he knew luv befur he left this world.
He also knew the joy of a Yeowww nip nanner since we shared one with him.
Then ya’ know he was a happy kitty. Anyways, ‘nuff sad stuffs. Ya’ know, Christmas is comin’ up really soon. Me can’t wait fur mommy to put up our tree so we can watch all the lights. You know, you’re gonna have to leave the decorations alone. The tree baubles aren’t toys.
Me?!!! What ‘bout you, sissy? I’s seem to ‘member it was you that mommy had to get on to last year.
That’s not true and you know it. Me thought you didn’t ‘member anythin’ ‘bout your furst Christmas?
How could I’s pawssubly furget somethin’ like Christmas, sissy? We got lots of purresents from our Angel furiends. And, we got to go visit and sing carols to the peeps in what mommy called an old folks home. I’s can’t wait to do that again. We are gonna do it again, aren’t we sissy?
Mommy says some of the rules have changed. But, she’s gonna call and ask ifin we can come again this year. Me just luvs all the lights and decorations this time of year brings ‘bout. And peeps seem to act a little nicer too.
That’s nice sissy. I’s wish peeps would be nicer all the time. Maybe our world wouldn’t be so full of hate. Ya’ know, we better get busy visitin’ our furiends, and helpin’ mommy clean up fur our play date. I’s’ll race ya’ to the new box.
I’s comin’ sissy, I’s just gonna have one more bite of turkey tom lurkey. Sorry Trout Towne Tabbies, but we do luvs a bite of furesh cooked turkey tom lurkey.
That we do Raena. But, we’ve got some freeze dried salmon bits just in case any of our fish luvvin’ furiends happen to paw on over. We sure did enjoy us a nice meal on Fanksgivin’, didn’t we Raena?
Sure ‘nuff sissy. Fanky fanks to awnty Cindy and angel Maggie Meme, awnty Vonda and awnty Petal fur the green papers. We went to the store and dug through the bin till mommy found a nice lookin’ little breast fur the three of us. She got some more of those big ole bakin’ taters too, and some bread and dinner rolls. You know how much mommy luvs her bread.
Fank you fur this food. We’re enjoyin’ every last bite.
Yep, and a teeny milk to go with the noodles and the rest of that powdered cheese fur cheater mac and cheese. Mommy says the rest of the green papers will go towards a V-E-T visit fur your eyes. We gotta figger out why they won’t clear up lessen you’re on the steroids and antibiotics. And, did ya’ hear? Timmy, uncle Pete and the furmily sent me some green papers fur me’s Gotchaday. Fank ya’ll bunches. Me’s thinkin’ maybe we can sneak on the catputer tomorrow with all the other crazy cyber Monday shoppers. Who knows what we’ll find?.
Maybe we can even spare a little to get mommy a donut. I’s not know what a cravin’ is, but she’s been yowlin’ ‘bout donuts fur days now. I’s thinkin’ that’s Bear Kat Cat’s fault. MOL
We’ll see Raena. Ya’ know, we’ve been meowin’ ‘bout this and that today, and while we’re sure fankful fur our Fanksgivin’ blessings, we should really meow what we’re most fankful fur.
I’s so fanky fankful fur mine’s mommy and mine’s home and mine’s
sissy and awwwwwww-ll of you.
That’s easy sissy. We’re most fanky fankful fur mommy and our furever home. We’re fanky fankful fur full bellies, a warm place to lay our heads and the most pawsum furiends in the universe. Ya’ know, we’re so blest to have what we do. There are so many kitties and even peeps out there that be less furtunate than us. Mommy ‘members a time when she wondered where she and Shad would sleep or when she might get to eat, and says it’s no fun at all. And, with the weather getting’ colder, we so worry ‘bout those livin’ outside.
This is the life.
Yeah Raena, we don’t like to think ‘bout any kitty livin’ outside at any time of the year, but we really worry at this time of year ‘specially. Seriously, ifin ya’ have any strays or ferals livin’ in your neck of the woods, purrlease do what ya’ can to help ‘em out. There’s lots of infurmation on da innernets ‘bout makin’ cheap shelters and surely ya’ can spare a few bites fur the less furtunate. The Bible says, ya’ never know when ya’ might be entertainin’ angels unaware. Yeah, me parameowed it. Now we’ll be honest and tell ya’ we don’t know ifin that might be refurrin’ to kitties, but hey, we don’t know it ain’t. What we can tell ya’, is that a little kindness goes a long way.
Yep, life is gooooooood.
That’s so true sissy. We’ll be lookin’ out fur any kitties that happen to come our way. And, we’ll be purrayin’ fur all of you and all those we don’t know who might not be as blest as we are. We luv you all so much and are so grateful to have you in our lives. Each of you are a blessing we count every day.
They are and we do, Raena. We’d like to remind you all to take a minute today and every day to give thanks fur the blessings in your lives. We’d also like to remind ya’ that we won’t be postin’ tomorrow. The innernets are already startin’ to act all wonky and slow, so we’ll be unplugged as they say, enjoyin’ some of those Fanksgivin’ left overs.
Don’t furget sissy, we’re also linkin’ up with the Kitties Blue fur Sunday Selfies.
Hey, is anypawdy out there? It’s me, RaenaBelle. Are ya’ll at home like us, or are ya’ out shoppin’ with all the other mad hatters? MOL Wouldn’t do us any good to have lots of green papers to spend today cuz we’re getting’ a really late start.
That’s wha’ch’a get when you keep mommy up till 6 a.m., Raena. A late start.
Me?!!! you make it sound like it’s all mine’s fault mommy didn’t go to bed till 6 this meownin’. I’s thinkin’ your just as much to blame as me. After all, you had the exploration zoomies too.
Wha…uh…hmmmmm Me doesn’t ‘member any such thing.
Well sissy, ‘member it or not, you was havin’ just as much fun as me. Anyways, do you ‘member Phenny woofin’ ‘bout this Shoppin’ ‘Round the World posty with him and Bacon? You meowed that we were gonna purrticipate this month cuz it was featurin’ an ingredient mommy’s had intimate knowledge of this past year. I’s never purrticipated in a shoppin’ posty befur; what do we do?
Yeah Raena, me ‘members. We quit postin’ cuz mommy couldn’t affurd to shop. But this past year she’s ‘bought more taters than purrobably the whole blogosphere. So, to purrticipate, we link up like ya’ just did and then we post a tater recipe and list the purrices of the items we used.
I’s see. Well, fanky fanks to some furiends, mommy went shoppin’ just the other day to pick up some goodies fur Fanky Fanksgivin’. Among the groceries she brought home was a bag of big ole bakin’ taters. And, this month’s topic just happens to be Taters. Mommy got that big ole 8 pound bag of jumbo taters on sale fur the holidays at $1.99 + tax. That’s the cheapest she’s seen taters in the last couple of years. Most of this last year she’s had to pay $4.99 a bag plus tax.
Sure ‘nuff Raena. Mommy likes to keep butter on hand in case we need medicine or somethin’. The last pound of butter mommy bought was $4.57 + tax. So, we’re gonna meow ‘bout a delishus baked cheesy tater and cheese fries. Here’s the recipe along with ingredients and costs.
Cheesy Baked Tater:
Lg Tater fur each eater: 8 lb. bag on sale $1.99 + tax
Butter, the real stuff not that margarine: $4.57 lb + tax (we had some already)
Cheese, mommy purrfurs Sharp Cheddar: $4.99 lb + tax (we had some left from the yummy red rind LouLou sent us last March)
Slather tater with butter and top with grated cheese
Dig in and Eat while it’s warm
Several Lg Taters: 8 lb bag on sale $1.99 + tax
Cheese (see above)
Fryin’ Oil, mommy likes corn, but we had some vegetable in the cabinet: 24 ounces on sale fur $3.99 + tax
Slice Taters into fries
Heat oil to 350° and drop sliced taters.
Cook till golden brown
Remove from oil and dab excess oil off fries
Place fries in heap on cookie sheet or baking dish and top with grated Cheese
Put in oven or broiler and broil till cheese melts
Optional Toppings: Bacon, Chives, Ham, Pepperoni
Dig in and Eat while it’s warm
Mommy does luvs her cheese doesn’t she sissy? And butter. Mommy luvs butter like any good Southern Belle. I’s luvs cheese too, but mommy won’t let me have very much. She says it stops things from working right and means I’s have to have extra butter spoons. Anyways, either of these dishes can make a meal. Mommy says ya’ get a starchy vegetable, a little protein and dairy.
That’s true Raena, but me would rather have some meat. Me wants me’s protein from a nice juicy rabbit, not some cheesy tater.
Mmmmmm Rabbit. I’s with you sissy. Well, we better go now. We’ve still got lots of extra luvvin’ to take advantage of. Mommy says we’ll be takin’ Monday off. Seems last year the innernets was so busy and slow, we could hardly get anythin’ done.
Yeah Raena, Cyber Monday is a big shoppin’ day. All those who didn’t shop today or didn’t get everythin’ they wanted today, will be trollin’ the net fur deals a purrlenty. We can’t wait to see all the tater recipes today. Maybe mommy can get a few new ideas.
Maybe sissy, but I’s thinkin’ mommy’s purretty tired of taters right now. Anyways, let’s go play. Maybe we can even go fur a stroll later.
Hey, is anypawdy out there? It’s me, RaenaBelle. I’s so x’cited. Today’s is sis Dezi’s Gotchaday. I’s know mine’s Gotchaday was the bestest day of mine’s life, and I’s know sissy feels the same. But the truth is, I’s don’t know anythin’ ‘bout sissy’s special day. It happened long befur I’s was even born. We were all meowin’ and chattin’ it up last night and thought ‘bout all our new furiends that have joined us this last year. And well, we figger you purrobably don’t know how sissy got gotted either. So, we thought we’d re-play Dezi’s Gotchaday fur everypawdy. We hope you all enjoy our story.
Happy Gotchaday sissy.
Thank you sweety. It all started a few weeks earlier in November of 2009. Lexi and I had just lost her sweet brother Ransom. We were still grieving and altho’ I knew I needed to find another Service Cat to help Lexi, I just didn’t think I was ready yet. One day right before Thanksgiving a friend called and said they received word of a backyard Ragdoll breeder with a litter of 11 kittens that were near death. My friend was part of a dog rescue and didn’t know a lot about kittens. She also knew I would be looking for a new kitty soon, so she asked if I would come take a look at the kittens when they rescued them. Reluctantly, I said yes, just give me a call when she had them. The day after Thanksgiving she called and said they had 11 tiny kittens, please hurry.
Me, a few days after mommy brought me home.
Oh mommy, me was so scared. Me was the runt and was soooo sickly and small. Me had been put in a basket with all me’s littermates and shoved into a cage with bars. It was so cold. The peeps were all runnin’ ‘round and put some dishes in the cage with us. We didn’t know what to do with ‘em and one of me’s brofurs nearly drowned in one of the bowls. The peeps who kept callin’ themselves our rescuers thought we were much older than we really were. Me and all me’s littermates were so stinky. We had the runny’s and most of us had it on our bloomers. We all huddled up in a corner in the back of that cage and tried to sleep. Me wasn’t sure how many more times me was gonna wake up from me’s little naps. Me thought this might be me’s last nap. And amid all the stinch, me drifted off to dream what might be me’s last dream.
Me was lookin’ up at the sweet smellin’ lady that is mommy A.
Suddenly, me was jostled awake and put back in a basket with me’s littermates. Me was sooooooo cold and scared. Me heard slamming doors and then outta nowhere, me smelled the sweetest smell ever. Me tried so hard to get up to the edge of the basket to see where it was comin’ from, but me’s littermates kept pushin’ me back down. Me heard another door slam and then we were all poured out of the basket onto a really cold floor. Me’s littermates all huddled together and started playin’. But not me. Me wanted to find that sweet smell. Me didn’t know why, but me just knew ifin me could find it, everythin’ would be okay. Me’s eyes were a bit cloudy, they hadn’t been open fur too long and me still hadn’t learned to focus real well, but me thought me saw somethin’ in the direction of that sweet smell.
Me’s belly was all bloated out from the worms inside and made it hard to walk. But, me headed in the direction of the most divine smell me had ever smelled. As the sweetness got closer, me suddenly caught the smell of sadness and hurt. Ifin me could just get to the smells, maybe me could help. Me waddled on faster now. Finally, me hit a dead end right into the smells. Me wiped at me’s eyes tryin’ to focus better and then me reached up with me’s paw and started pullin’ me’s self up towards the warm sweet smell. Me had furgotten all ‘bout me’s littermates, me didn’t know where they were and didn’t care. Me finally reached a landing, some place flat, and laid down to rest. It was warm and smelled so sweet. Ifin this was me’s last nap, at least me would be warm.
Me was quite the spitfire back then.
And then, me felt the most luvving touch ever and was lifted up off me’s resting place. Me’s whole body felt warm and me felt safe fur the furst time ever. Me suddenly felt a heart beating strong and began to purr in rhythm. The sweet smell overtook the stench attached to me’s bloomers and me was no longer afraid. Then me felt a warm air next to me’s ears and the sweetest voice ever said, “You’re my destiny, and that’s what you will always be.” Hmmmmm? Destiny? Me didn’t know what that was, but ifin it always smelled so sweet and felt so warm, me was glad to be it.
Yeah sweety, I had had my heart broken so many times, I swore to be everything you needed, but I was never going to let myself completely love you. I told myself that I would and could give you a great life even tho’ I wasn’t going to get attached.
Me could sense you were hurting and sad mommy, but me just knew everything was going to be alright. Fur the furst time in me’s life, me wasn’t afraid anymore. The voice that had shoved me and me’s littermates into the basket asked the sweet smelling lady that was holding me tight to her chest ifin she was sure. She told her me was the runt and was even sicklier than the rest of the litter. Me’s cloudy eyes saw hands bringing over me’s littermates one at a time and even saying which were their favorites. The gentle hands that held me never let go. They continued to cradle me next to the warm beating heart and the sweet voice said again, “No. She is my destiny, and perfect in every way.” The gentle hands put me on a big soft blanket and out into the big open air. Me could smell all kinds of things now, but me kept focusin’ on the sweet smell that had cradled me and made me feel safe.
We drove fur what seemed like furever, and at one point me fell into a deep sleep and stopped breathing. Me awoke to the sweet smelling lady cradling me and blowing hot air into me’s face. We finally arrived at a place that the sweet smelling lady said was to be me’s furever home. And she told me that she would be me’s furever mommy. And that me never had to be afraid again. Me was right, Everything was gonna be okay.
And I fell madly and deeply in love with you darlin’. Dezi and her littermates were not quite 3 weeks old when they were rescued. They were covered in fleas and had tape worm. The breeder had been dosing them with over the counter round and hook worm treatments daily for the last week. There was speculation that the breeder had also used an over the counter flea treatment on them as well. Needless to say, the whole litter was near death from dehydration and diarrhea, and no closer to being worm free than the day she started treating them. Dezi almost died 3 times on our way home, but with love, patience and proper treatment, she survived, and thrived; and quickly fell into her role as Service cat and helper to Lexi. And the vow I made to never love another quickly faded each time I looked into her blue jean diamond eyes. Dezi saved me as much as I saved her and maybe even more so.
Dezi, the day you chose me to be your mommy, was one of the best days of my life and something I’ll never forget. You are and always will be my angel, my sweet sweet Deztinee. Happy Gotchaday beautiful. I love you very much. More than anything in the universe.
Me luvs you mommy.
Fank you mommy, me luvs you more than anythin’ in the universe. Me luvs you too Raena. And fank you to all me’s pawsum furiends. Me is so very blest to have all of you in me’s life. Me also wants to Fank awnty Vonda fur me’s Gotchaday duck noms, and uncle Pete, Timmy, Einstein, Fitz, Rumpy, Buddy, Toby and Buttons fur me’s card and the green papers. Me is one blest kitty girl!!!
Fanky fanks sissy. I’s luvs you too. I’s so fanky fankful you and mommy found each other. We really are blest kitties. Happy Gotchaday to you, sissy. We also wanna wish everypawdy a very happy and blest Fanksgivin’. We’re gonna go now and start the Gotchaday luvs fest. We do hope you enjoyed hearin’ sissy’s Gotchaday story, I’s sure did.