Hey, is anypawdy out there? It’s me, RaenaBelle the fearless princess. Yeah, what do ya’ think ‘bout mines new name? Ya’ know, mommy and sissy both have told ya’ll that nuffin’ scares me. And sis Dezi keeps remindin’ me that I’s the princess of the house and not the queen. I’s mean she reminds me constantly. A hiss here, and a hiss there. Some days I’s don’t think she knows any other language.

 

 

 

          RaenaBelle!!! You better be nice, or else. 

 

Or else what, sissy? Ya’ gonna hiss at me again? 

 

     That’s enough girls. Play nice and be nice. You know the rules.

 

 

 

          Sorry mommy. 

 

 

Sorry mommy. I’s sorry sissy. Anyways…Fearless little old me, got purrlenty scared earlier this week. As ya’ll know, we hired a helper fur mommy. We were all excited and had high hopes fur O. There were some initial issues, but mommy says she will attempt to tolerate quite a bit to get help, ‘specially somepawdy that be good to sissy and me. Ya’ know, we be Christians and don’t use the bad words and stuff. Y, Mommy doesn’t allow folks to use ‘em in our house. She tells each applicant that comes here these things. Whatever they do on their own time and in their own homes is their business, but the 12 hours a week, 4 hours a day, they be in our house, they’re not to use bad words.

 

 

 

 I’s just gonna lay right here and purrtect mines mommy.

Might as well get some luvvin’ while I’s here. 

 

 

We’ve told ya’ many times that mommy be an old Southern Belle. She grew up in a time, when peeps, ‘specially men didn’t use bad words in front of ladies at all. And ladies fur sure didn’t use ‘em, didn’t matter ifin they were Christians or not. It was just good manners and respect. We know times have changed. Kittens, All ya’ gotta do is turn on the teevee and even the G-rated channels use words mommy doesn’t like. None the less, we’re not hiring a furiend, we’re hiring an employee, and don’t think havin’ a few rules is a bad thing. O had a real likin’ fur that F word, and seemed to think all women were female breedin’ dogs, ya’ know, the B word.

 

 

Me just looks like me’s takin’ a bath. Me’s really

watchin’ over mommy. Me’s ready to pounce any minute.

 

 

O also had this thing he called a Vape cigarette. We gotta tell ya’ we’ve never seen any contraption that looked like that befur. It fur sure didn’t look like any cigarette we’ve ever seen. Anyways, we’re not sure what he was smokin’ in it cuz he always got the “nods” after takin’ a few puffs. Ifin you’re not furmiliar with that term, let me ‘splain. Pawlice/Law Enforcement types call the initial feelin’ a purrson gets when usin’ drugs, “the nods”; cuz the purrson actually drops their head as ifin they’re goin’ to sleep. They lose focus and touch with reality as the drug courses through their body. Anyways, this made mommy kinda nervous, but he was still nice to us kitties, so mommy was tryin’ to be pawsitive.

 

 

Then Monday rolled ‘round and he showed up and said he needed to take his kid to the doctor cuz his girlfriend was asleep. He mentioned that mommy had said she was gonna need to go to Ardmore this month, so could she just go today so he could go to his appointment. Mommy thought ‘bout it and agreed, so off they went. He dropped mommy at the door of Walmart and said he’d be back later. Now she was wishin’ she had one of us with her. Mommy was a little worried, but what was she to do? A few hours passed and furinally O showed up. He called mommy and told her to hurry, he was parked outside. Mommy gathered her things and off she went in the cold and wind to the parkin’ lot to look fur O. Back home, he sat in his truck while mommy unloaded her purrchases and then he left. Mommy was exhausted and furustrated.

 

 

 

At this point mommy had just ‘bout had it. He was always on that fone, and the language just seemed to be getting’ worse. He fur sure wasn’t showin’ mommy any respect and really takin’ advantage of her good nature. The only thing he had goin’ fur him at this point was that he was nice to sis Dezi and me. When he showed up on Wednesday, he was 15 minutes late and came in the door cursin’ ‘bout his baby sitter flakin’ out on him and how he needed to text a few peeps. At this point, mommy softly said, “Ya’ know, these are things you really should take care of before you come to work.” O took a long puff on his Vape thing and looked up from his fone and said, “What?” To which mommy said, “Your calls and texts and things like that. I realize this job is in my home and therefore seems more laid back, but it is still a job. You’re not supposed to be on the phone while you’re here. You’re supposed to be focused on your job.” And that’s when I’s got scared.

 

Who is you yellin’ at O? Don’t be hollerin’ at mes

mommy. Me will give you da ole whacky paw.

 

O shouted curse words at mommy and furinally said he would just leave early. Tryin’ to remain calm and make the best of what seemed like a bad situation, mommy said “Then you need to clean the bathroom and take out all the trash. At least get as much done during the time you are going to be here.” A few texts and puffs later, O furinally got up and headed to the bathroom. I’s followed him. He began to bang stuffs around and then he yelled at me. I’s wasn’t doin’ nuffin’. I’s was sittin’ on the bed with sis Dezi and watchin’. ‘Course, that was it fur mommy. She might’a let him disrespect her, but she wasn’t gonna let him hurt or be mean to us. Mommy called to him and he headed up and stood behind her chair. When she asked what the problem was and why he was bein’ mean to us, he started yellin’ at mommy and cursin’. Tellin’ her that he was only doin’ this to help her out. She reminded him that this was a job and he was getting’ paid to do it, and he really got mad. Sis Dezi and me both ran to mommy’s aid. We wasn’t ‘bout to let O hurt our mommy. Needless to say, we’re without help again. Mommy says she’d rather be without help than to have to worry ‘bout us getting’ hurt.

 

Mommy says it’s such a shame that young peeps have so little respect fur their elders, or anyone fur that matter. And she was a little upset that O gets over $300.00 in food stamps by scammin’ the system, and then sells them, while she’s tryin’ to eat on $10.00. The system is so messed up it isn’t even funny. Even those of us who find the good in things and feel blest no matter what, have bad days.

 

 

 

 

          You’re right Raena, but that’s enuff bad mews. We’ve got some amazin’ posts comin’ up. Great things are just around the bend. We’ve got a review comin’ up that you won’t wanna miss. We’re luvvin’ this purroduct. Just a little teaser. MOL  Our Blogoversary is tomorrow. That’s right, we’re celebratin’ our 3rd Blogoversary. We’ll be celebratin’ with cuddles tomorrow, so come by Blest Sunday and celebrate with us. We can’t think of a better day to celebrate. And we got a great question fur our Service Cat Monday trainin’ posty. We bet there’s quite a few of ya’ out there dealin’ with this very thing. Anyways, we’re gonna wrap it up and do some cuddlin’ with mommy. 

 

 

Don’t furget sissy, we’re linkin’ up with Rascal, Rocco and their pawsum co-hosts fur the weekly Pet Parade. Here’s to a great weekend.

 

Till the next time……………………………………Be Blest!!!

Raena: Navy Blue  

Dezi: Vibrant Blue

 

Luvs and Hugs and Kitty Kisses

 

RaenaBelle and Deztinee