Category: Blest Sunday
Blest Sunday
Meowllo evewypawdy hope yous stayin’ safe and warm. Weez purrayin’ fur all da poor kitties hoo be out in this cold wiffout a luvvin furever home. Meez gunna tell ya’ just why we had such a pawful day on Furiday. Sissy kuldn’t wait and blabbed a little on hers facebook page yesfurday; but she didn’t telll da whole stowry. And OMC it be sleetiin’ outside wight now. There’s posed to be 1-3 inches of ice accumulation. And then ifin dat wusn’t bad ‘nuff, weez spectin’ SNOW!!! OMC weez just want winter to go away. Cuz on top of dat nasty ice weez posed to get 1-3 inches of snow accumaulated. Dat be 2-6 inches of yuck ifin you ask me.
Anyways back to Furiday. Evewyfin’ had been goin’ gweat. Boff sis Lexi and me had been eatin’ all and me duz mean all ow noms and playin’ togedder and snugglin’ wiff mommy to keep us all warm. So we went to bed Fursday night just like always. And sumtime duwin’ da night meez tummy stawted to wumble and ache. Me got up a foo times to eat a bit of gwass, but it didn’t seem to be helpin’. Well finally me wuz able to settle in and get sum sleep wiff mommy and Lexi. And then wight afur time to get up me had to go use da pawdee box. It didn’t take long afur mommys sleepy nose smelled sumfin’ afowl in da air. She woke up and we went ‘bout ow meownin’ massages and got mommy to da pawdee box woom where she saw da pawdee box. She smelled it too, cuz me hadn’t boddered to cover it up. MOL She looked at it fwu hers half sleepy eyes and sed, “OMC If it didn’t smell so bad I’d think it was throwup.” But alas it wusn’t fwo up. Which became painfully obvious to mommy and sissy da minute me hiked meez tail up and showed them meez bloomers and legs.
Mommy sed in dat sweet and sleepy voice, “Oh sweet Dezi, I’m so sorry yous tummy hurts.” Good fing mommy kuld use hers awms and hands cuz she had to clean da pawdee box and me afur we kuld even fink ‘bout bwekky. Of course me had to grrrrrrrowl a bit and hiss a time or two while she cleaned me up. Gotta keep up appearwances you know. Alltho’ me has to tell ya’ dat those of ya’ hoo purrfur to clean yous own mess awe a little cwazy. Dat stuff stinks, and it fur sure don’t taste good. Anyways once clean, off to da kitchen we went. Mommy got sissy hers butter spoon and stawted ow bwekky when she wealized me wuz nowhere in sight. Mommy called to me and me emerged fwum wound da corner and walked over to mommy wiff meez tail up high and wubbed hers leg. Yep, yous guessed it, me needed cleanin’ again.
This went off and on all day long. Mommy only had time to answer a foo emails. And lots of times she had to take a bweak fwum typin’ ow weply to take care of me. Fank catness awnty Jennifer and gwand awnty Peggy had sent mommy sum coffee or hers might hav been mumblin’ da whole time. Finally wound 330 Caturday meownin’ after lots of purrayers and gwass and time spent in da pawdee box me stopped and wuz able to settle down and go to sleep. Caturday wuz much better. Me didn’t weally eat much Furiday, mostly cuz me kuldn’t stay outta da pawdee box long nuff, but also cuz meez tummy hurt. Me jumped up in mommys lap a time or two and let ‘er wip. No, not dat, me tooted. MOL And of course me did it when me had meez hineybo facin’ mommy. She wusn’t amused. MOL But she didn’t complain, she just hugged me and purrayed fur me. We fawt it wuz over Caturday cuz meez stools wuz no longer a wunny mess dat landed all over meez bloomers and legs. Me did hav a softy this meownin’, but nuffin’ like Furiday and meez tummy dusn’t hurt anymore.
Me is so blest to hav a mommy hoo luvs me so much dat no matter how many times me needs to be cleaned up; she will do it wiffout complainin’. Mommy did say it wuz iwonic dat da very day we posted ‘bout how much ow mommy luvs us and why we luv hers back, meez wuld need so much of dat messy dirty luv. MOL Anudder blessin’ we got yesfurday wuz fur mommy. She found a pork chop and a kupple taters on da chair on da porch. Mommy wuz so ‘cited and made hers sum fwench fwies and baked up dat pork chop. Altho sissy and me didn’t get a bit. Mommy sed since meez tummy had been so upset just da day afur, she didn’t wanna take any chances. Hmmmph, A likely stowry.
And in udder news…what’s up wiff da blogger captchas? OMC Sum times we only hav to check da box, and sumtimes we get those hawd to wead letters and nummews, and now weez getting’ cakes and steaks and beers!!! Oh Me!! Mommy sez ifin she has to look at anudder filet mignon or NY stwip hers gunna scweam. MOL Nuffin’ like showin’ a hungwy meat eater da bestest cuts of da beef. MOL And today weez gunna be havin’ a little fun over at da Tabby Cat club and Cat Scouts wiff a Oscar pawty. Now weez not know much ‘bout this Oscar, but we did get to get all dwessed up and wide in a limo. (virtually of course) As always weez so gwateful to hav all of you in ow lives. We hav da bestest furiends and fwamily. So awe we blest? Yes, tummy ache and all, we awe so twuly blest to hav a warm and cozy furever home, a luvvin’ mommy, luvvin’ furiends and fwamily and altho’ it’s cold and gway and wet and white…anudder day to live and be togedder.
Oooops almost furgot. Weez joinin’ ow pawsum furiends over at da Cat on My Head fur sum selfies.
Till da nex time…………….Be Blest!!!
Luv and Hugs and Kitty Kisses
Dezi and Lexi
Blest Sunday
Meowllo evewypawdy, hope yous had a wunnewful Valentines day. We had a blast. There wuz so much food and fun and dancin’ over at da Tabby Cat Club. Sissy wuz on herz furst ever date wiff a fellow Cat Scout of meez, and me went wiff Andy. After dat Andy and me went to Cat Scouts fur their Valentine’s dance. And in good cat scout etiquette me danced wiff sevewal udder scouts and so did Andy. It wuz lots of fun, and their wuz a lot of gweat food there too. Us scouts do know how to hav a good time. Ifin yous been finkin’ ‘bout joinin’ why don’t you just paw on over now and get all signed up. It’s not too late to go to Mardi Gras wiff us. And you know what? Me dusn’t do this very offen, but meez been seein’ lots of new kitties in da blogospere lately and sum of those awe tabbies. So ifin yous loookin’ fur a place where all da tabbies hang and hav fun (Altho weez not be snobby ‘bout ow M’s) then head on over there and wequest membership. We do hav gweat fun.
Today’s posty is gunna be a little on da short side as mommy is all hooked up to da TENs unit and is goin’ fwu coffee wiffdwawel. Meownin’s just awen’t quite da same wiffout mommy wantin’ to dwink hers coffee and us wantin’ her to do sumfin’ fur us. Weez not quite sure how to act eevew. Anyways, we awe so twuly blest. Sis Lexi is takin’ hers “butter spoon” medicine weally well and she even ate all hers dinner last night and asked fur extwa. Yep she got extwa. Mommy sez she can’t wefuse her nuffin’ specially since she’s not been eatin’ so well. We know lots of ya’ out there awe havin’ similaw purrawllems wiff one or more of yous kitties and purrlease know dat we be purrayin’ fur all of ya’ daily. Yous know what mommy keeps askin’? Let me tell ya’. She keeps askin’ wiff all da knowin’ we hav these days and all da advancements in medicine and good fur ya’ noms, then just why is it dat ow furries seem to be sicker and more unhealffy? At least we be blest nuff to hav sumfin’ to giv to Lexi to help hers. You wanna know sumfin’ els dat mommy keeps askin’? Of course we eat good fur ya’ noms here and one of da fings they say ’bout their noms is dat da kitties will hav fooer stools. Mommy sez dat be a bold face lie, cuz she dusn’t know how so many poos can come outta me eatin’ such “good fur me, stool lessinin'” noms. Well me assures you dat me not know da answer, me just knows when me needs to go. MOL
And as you all know we write an awticle fur da Daily Mews. We wrote tackled da age old question “what is love?” this mumff of course, so don’t furget to go over and wead this mumffs awticle. And ifin you haven’t signed up fur email delivewy evewy mumff when it posts, then do so while yous there. We will of course keep you all updated ‘bout sis Lexi, but ifin you wuld like daily updates then hit da like button over on hers Facebook page. We awe also blest to hav so many pawsum furiends and framily here in Blogville and on Facebook. We luv you all so very much. Guess dat’ll wrap up this Blest Sunday fur now. Weez got sum sun puddles today so meez gunna go soak up a foo rays.
Till da nex time……………….Be Blest!!!
Luv and Hugs and Kitty Kisses
Dezi and Lexi
Blest Sunday
Meowllo evewypawdy, and a blest Sunday to ya’. Kittens, it seems like we just did this. Time is just flyin’ by. Mommy’s been a little unnew da wedder wiff da cawfin, and nose blowin’, da extwa pain fwum da cold and now a pawful migwaine. It wuz so bad dat mommy wuz talkin’ (moanin’) in hers sleep and even woke up to sis Lexi givin’ hers a head massage. Or fur those dat doubt weez know what weez duin’ as Service Cats, maybe we just wanted mommy to get up. MOL (we know nun of ow wegular weaders fall into this categowy, but we hav weceived a foo emails lately dat doubt cats can be twained) Purrawlly spammers, but just in case.
It’s sunny and bwight out today and it’s posed to be in da 70’s. So aside fwum hangin’ on da new cat twee, mommy purromised we kuld go fur a stwoll. And hers got a list to giv to mr. W. Cuz just as we wuz gunna get ow dinner last night, there wuz mr. W bangin’ on da door cuz Buddy had gotten out again. Hims always duz this at dinner time. We knew dat wuz da purrawllem afur mommy opened da door cuz mr. W wuz yellin’ it fwu da closed door. So mommy opened da door and there wuz mr. W sittin’ there in fwunt of da door wiff a flashlight and Buddy not 6 feet behind him unnew da big ole oak twee in fwunt of ow pawtment stawin’ at mommy. She sez she kulda swore hims had a Cheshire gwin goin’. So mommy yelled at hims to get hims hineybo home and he took off towards hims pawtment. Whew, at least weez not hav to postpone dinner fur mommy to go out chasin’ him fwu da woods.
Yous can’t see da twee here but you
can see sum of it’s shadow.
Mommy sez mr. W’s just gunna hav to step it up and purrvide sum fings fur Buddy. See a kupple years ago hims bought Buddy a cat twee. Well he put it in da bedwoom way away fwum da window and never saw Buddy use it. After a mumff, he gave da twee to hims housekeeper sayin’ Buddy wuldn’t use it and didn’t like it. Hmmph Weez seen Buddy climb da oak twees when mommy’s twyin’ to get him to go back home. Mommy also gave mr. W sum gwass seeds to gwo fur Buddy as hims eats purrlenty when he gets out, and purrawlly has a upset tummy most of da time cuz hims eats dat yucky dollaw genewal bwand food. Mr. W kuld afford better noms fur Buddy, he just dusn’t wanna spend da munny.
Anyways, back to da gwass. Mr. W sed hims planted da gwass and Buddy dug it all up. Mommy told him dat ifin hims had put enuff seeds in there da gwass wulda been too dense fur Buddy to stwew dirt evewy where. Well hims never planted anymore gwass. And Buddy’s scwatchers get all used up purretty fast, cuz mr. W won’t spend more than a kupple dollaws fur da little corrugated cawd board piece, and only one a year. OMC Will dat man evew lissen to mommy?. Mommy told him it wuz fine to buy dat type cuz fankfully Buddy likes ‘em, but he shuld buy sevewal fur difffewent places in da house and weplace them more offen. Like when Buddy quits usin’ ‘em and stawts usin’ da furniture. So mommy has a list of fings mr. W needs to do fur Buddy to keep him fwum wunnin’ out da door evewytime it’s opened. So migwaine or not, mommy purromissed we kuld go stwollin’.
Ifin you can’t see da video, click here to watch it on youtube. And by da way, ignore mommy’s babblin’. (babble=to utter meaningless confusion of words)
We awe so blest to hav a mommy dat unnewstands us kitties and even tho’ hers can’t afford a lot of fings, hers has always taken good care of us. And we hav such pawsum furiends dat hav given us sum wunnewful toys and twees and tweats and yous luv. We feel like weez be da blestest kitties in da universe. And mommy sez we awe. Mommy also sez we be luvved by her and all ow furiends and fwamily. And we luv you all very much. We know yous all awe twuly blest too. You know, mommy kuld leave da door wide open and we wuld never go out fur any walk ‘bout on ow own, wuld you? Meez weady to go fur meez stwoll wiff mommy now, so ketch ya’ later.















