It means it’s da end of da week and da start of da weekend Raena.
I still don’t know why you’re so excited sissy?.
(Dezi feeling a little perturbed looks over at Raena)
Cuz Raena, humans really luv weekends. Anyways, it doesn’t matter why, just be x’cited okay?!
WooHoo sissy, WooHoo!!! (Raena says while wiping her paw across her face making sure no breakfast remains on her face fur)
So, da manager was finally back in da office and mommy was able to turn in our lease recert. papers. But nuffin’ with this lady is ever dat easy. So what shoulda taken all of 2 minutes max, had mommy tied up fur almost an hour. And no, we haven’t signed da lease yet. She puts these sticky notes all over everythin’ dat says must be faxed to da office ( all proof of type papers). So mommy had to be sneaky with Social Security in order to have them fax her proof of income to da office back in May. Well yesfurday da manager says, she never got dat letter and can’t send our recert papers in till she gets it. Oh and da letter Social Security sends out every year dat says how much mommy’s gonna make each month isn’t good enuff, they have to have da one S.S. sends out now; so our recert papers aren’t complete.
Once they are, da manager will fax all dat paperwork off to da home office and they go over it and decide how much rent we pay and send it back here fur mommy to sign. In da meantime, da manager comes down today and gives mommy a 30 day notice dat our rent will increase to $572.00 next month. Hmmft, Mommy doesn’t even make dat much money a month, and da manager knows she’ll be gettin’ da letter from Social Security in a few days. ‘Course then she calls mommy from da office and asks fur da rent cuz she’s gonna go outta town till da 11th and wants to depawsit da check befur she leaves. Well we get paid on da 3rd. Usuallly ifin it’s on a holiday or da weekend, we get paid da Furiday befur. Dat’s usually, but there’s always da exception, so mommy is always sure to check befur payin’ anythin’ to make sure, cuz we can’t afford any fees. So, any purrayers you can spare dat our rent doesn’t go up and da rest of this mess goes smoothly would fur sure be purreciated.
As most of ya’ know da manager doesn’t like mommy and has a doggy dat she lets run wild. Even tho’ there are leash laws and da lease says all pets must be on a leash. And da law even came out and gave her a warnin’ ‘bout leashin’ her dog and not tyin’ him/her out or lettin’ him/her roam freely. But she’s one of those peeps dat thinks da law and rules don’t apply to her, so she didn’t pay attention. Well, while she held mommy captive turnin’ in our recert. papers; she told mommy dat a coyote came ‘round da other meownin’ and got Molly while she was standin’ there watchin’. At da time we didn’t know who Molly was, but come to find out Molly is da managers dog. Well let me tell you, da lack of emotion makes mommy wonder how much of dat is true. Not dat we don’t have coyotes and other wildlife dat could easily take out any of da “pets” dat reside here. It’s just dat da whole complex woulda known da minute it happened ifin it had been one of us. And mommy would be a mess; and there would be a dead coyote or dead mommy one. Da manager was so matter of fact, you’d’a thought it was somethin’ she saw on teevee elebenty billion years ago.
Oh yeah, me almost furgot. Da hospital finally kicked Mr. W out and he came back home yesfurday. So mommy’s all ours again. No more trekkin’ up to play with and feed Buddy twice a day. Me’s thinkin’ we oughtta have a pawrty. But did Mr. W offur to pay mommy anythin’ fur da last 2 months she’s spent takin’ care of Buddy, checkin’ his mail, and getting’ his bills and checkbook to him at da hospital? Nope, not a dime. Even tho’ mommy kept tellin’ him he would have to pay anypawdy else and mommy gave Buddy special canned noms he never gets lessen she’s carin’ fur him. But, he did hire somepawdy to come clean his ‘pawrtment a couple times. We know cuz mommy had to let them in. Anyways, mommy told him, never again. He took advantage of her good will and luv of animals, and she just said next time he’d just have to fork over cash cuz her good will has dried up. MOL
Whew, Dat’s a lot goin’ on. No wonder mommy has purrsonal summers. Me’s a little hot under da purrverbeal collar meself. MOL Well bein’ Furiday dat means it’s also time fur da Pet Parade with Rascal and Rocco and all those super co hosts. This is also Independence Day weekend here in da States. Since da 4th is on Monday dat means most of da fireworks will occur over da weekend. ‘Member to keep your pets inside durin’ this time and purrvide them a quiet place to escape all da festivities ifin they want. Booze ain’t on da approved drinkin’ list of your furries, so keep all dat to yourself and make sure any pawrty foods are appropriate. Or better yet, give your furry their own treats and foods along with purrlenty of fresh water. And purrlease, Don’t drink and drive or play with combustables (fireworks). How’d ya’ like me’s use of da big word there? Purretty good huh?
Me’s gonna wrap it up now and see ‘bout getting’ me some nip. Come on Raena, mommy purromissed to take us fly fishin’ and get some fotos to enter in our Pawlympics event. Don’t furget to send us your “Fly Fishin” fotos. Check out our Pawlympics posty here fur details and da link fur all da Pawlympics events. There are some great ones.
Meowllo everypawdy, me has a special posty today. We know you’ve purrobably seen a few posty’s ‘round da blogosphere talkin’ ‘bout da Pawlympics. You may have even purrticipated in da past. Well me must have somhow missed it, cuz we’d never heard of it. But after checkin’ it out and talkin’ it over, we thought we’d jump in paws furst. We won’t just be purrticipatin’, we’ll be hostin’ an event. Dat’s right, me Dezi, and me’s new sisfur Raena will be hostin’ our very furst ever Pawlympics event. To see a complete list of events and dates click here.
Me knows you all wanna know just what event we could agree on to host, right? Fly Fishin’. You heard read dat right, we’s hostin’ an event called Fly Fishin’. But Dezi, me can’t hold a fishin’ pole without thumbs, you say. Or Raena, I’s not wanna touch da bait, you say. Or Girls, we don’t have any fishin’ holes in our neck of da woods, you say? Well dat’s okay, Here’s what we mean by Fly Fishin’.
Fly Fishin’ Raena
You know when your human plays with you and you jump up to ketch (catch) whatever ball/wand toy/string/etc. you can talk da (the) human into tossin’ (tossing) your way…well dat’s (that’s) Fly Fishin’. Some of ya’ might even be talented enuff (enough) to talk da (the) human into throwin’ (throwing) and lettin’ (letting) ya’ ketch (catch) a treat or ten. What you ketch is up to you. But we gotta see you ketch somethin’.
Fly Fishin’ with Dezi
Now you have till August 13, 2016 to get your fotos in to us. Our event will officially be posted on August 18, 2016. You know mommy and fotos, so we need da time to get everypawdy posted. Now you see some parenthesis above, we wanna make sure even those dat can’t speak/read English or Southern English Cat can purrticipate by knowin’ what to do. So, what are ya’ waitin’ fur, get to ketchin’ Fly Fishin’. E-mail your fotos to: lexi.dezi@yahoo.com
Dat’s lexi(dot)dezi(at)yahoo(dot)com
Oh sissy this is gonna be so much fun.
Yep Raena, me can’t wait. All Anipals can purrticipate. No discriminatin’ here.
And mommy wants me to tell everypawdy dat we’s gonna take a few days off. We didn’t get to make it to BlogPaws this year, but we’s workin’ on a way to go next year. Anyways, we need a little time off to take care of a few things. Raena has to see da VET tomorrow (Furiday) fur her furst set of kitten vaccs., and since she’s finally here, we need to make a few changes to our blog and social media channels to reflect dat. Sis Lexi will always be a pawrt of everythin’ we do, but Raena deserves to be added. She’s furmily and not goin’ anywhere. Mommy reminds me of dat fact everyday. And mommy needs to make sure we have all our lease recert. stuffs done so it can be turned in Monday.
It’s finally Furiday. Me thought you would never get here. It’s been a crazy week ‘round here, what with da weather takin’ another turn early in da week with storms a purrlenty and then heatin’ up like a sauna. One day mommy was sittin’ in her chair when me looked over at her and she was drippin’ wet. Sure ‘nuff she was soaked from her head to her toes. And nope wasn’t cuz she had just got outta da shower, it was ‘nuffun’ more than just plain sweat. See mommy has these things she calls purrsonal summers. And let me tell ya’ she was havin’ one of those right then.
Now we signed up fur this purrogram with da ‘lectric company a few yars back dat was ‘posed to save us some money. And so far it has. We’re not sure how it happens, but we have saved a few green papers since bein’ in this purrogram. In da summer our a/c will pre cool da place and then at 2 o’clock when da rates go up, da a/c raises it’s coolin’ temp to around 79 to 80 degrees till 7 o’clock when purrices drop again. And da ‘lectric company gave us this real cool digital purrogrammable thermostat. You know da kind, set it and furget it? Well dat’s ‘zactly what we did, till da other day when mommy just couldn’t stand it anymore.
(Come on over Raena…You’s fixin’ to meet me’s Whacky Paw up close and purrsonal.)
She got up and said she didn’t care what they was chargin’ purr kw, she wasn’t gonna be sweatin’ in her own home. So mommy got up and went over to da thermostat and there it was, set fur 65 degrees and heat. Yep, da a/c wasn’t on at all. Dat ole thermostat had done switched us to heat. And da actual tempurrture in da house was 86 degrees. No wonder mommy was sweatin’. She was havin’ a bit of heat stroke with her own purrsonal summer. Mommy pushed some buttons and furinally got da air to blowin’ and went and took a cold shower.
What fun dat was.
Raena kept tryin’ to jump up on da side of da tub with me, but there’s nuffin’ to actually grab onto and she’s just too little to reach. She can’t jump on top of anythin’ in da bathroom right now. She’s started usin’ da big girl pawdee boxes but you should see her; she makes a runnin’ jump to get into ‘em. And once she’s inside you wouldn’t be able to see her ifin you weren’t standin’ up over her. Mommy says she’s growin’ like a weed but me will believe it when she doesn’t have to run and jump into da pawdee box.
There’s been a few really cool give aways goin’ on ‘round da blogosphere lately and me’s been tryin’ to win some so me would have some new things fur me’s new sisfur when she arrived. Well me won dat really cool PetSafe Flitter toy from Cody and couldn’t wait fur Raena to arrive so we could open it up and play with it. Me luvs da PetSafe toys so me just knew Raena would too. And me was right, we had a blast playin’ last night. Fanks fur havin’ dat pawsum give away Cody.
(I’s sharin’ mines nip mat wiff sis Dezi awnty Ellen. I’s a good girl, mommy says so.)
Anyways, we’ve been getting’ some really good questions ‘bout trainin’ a Service cat. While we plan to write ‘bout Raena’s trainin’ as we’re doin’ it, we thought we’d give an overview of trainin’ and what to look fur when choosin’ a Service cat to train ifin ya’ll are interested.? The overview nor our training posts will be comprehensive and in no way are they meant to be a training manual. We post them fur entertainment and education. Anypawdy dat tells you there aren’t any oopsies while trainin’ a Service animal is lyin’. Granted, you don’t reward da oopsies cuz ya’ don’t want them repeated, but they happen none da less.
Well me’s gonna go fur now. Da sun is shinin’ and me hopes to go fur a stroll. Mommy says she has a lot to do to finish up our lease recert. papers, but me knows she has to take a break every now and then. Me thought you might enjoy seein’ some of da foto mommy’s been takin’ while Raena and me get used to each other. She found da Cat Dancer toy and seems to luv it as much as me does. And she even shared her new “made with love” nip blanky from awnty Ellen. And it’s Furiday, so me’s joinin’ Rascal and Rocco fur da Pet Parade.
One last thing befur ya’ ask, Raena and me are doin’ good. Me’s not ready to swap spit, lick butts and cuddle. Fur now me thinks nose touchin’ is close enough. Me will keep you all updated.
Would you be interested in an overview post about picking and training Service cats?
Do you have any specific questions you would like answered?
Do you (your human) have purrsonal summers? If so how do you get relief?
Oh meowllo. Me was just sittin’ here watchin’ Raena. Let me tell ya’ dat girl has more energy than da energizer bunny. Me knows me told ya’ dat befur, but it’s da truth. She just doesn’t stop. And me knows me’s posty is late, mommy says there’s so many fotos to edit and not enuff time in each day. Mommy did want me to address an email we got regardin’ Raena and da play pen. No, Raena does NOT live in da play pen. She weighed a pound and a half after spendin’ a week in our house and eatin’ some good groceries. She weighed much less when mommy picked her up. She was too tiny to get into da litter boxes and had spent her furst 6 weeks of life in a kitty crate, so even our small apartment was overwhelmin’ fur her. And so fur her purrtection and safety, mommy set up da play pen fur her. Me would never hurt her, but me wasn’t da happiest kitty girl in da world da day she arrived, and mommy had to go up and feed Buddy, so da play pen was da purrfect place fur her. As you can see by da bulk of da fotos, she’s got free reign of our house. We would like to thank you all fur supportin’ us and luvvin’ Raena.
Dat bein’ said, Raena discovered Dougie last night. Me doesn’t think she’s figgered out what he is or dat she ain’t ever gonna be able to get to him. Me’s sure Dougie is hopin’ dat tank is kitten proof. Anyways, mommy’s been tryin’ really hard to get at least one foto of all her “fursts”, but she was laffin’ so hard at Raena pawin’ at Dougie’s tank dat she furgot to take a picture. Let me tell ya’ Raena’s a big camera ham. She luvs havin’ her foto taken. And speakin’ of fursts, mommy has always bought da new kitty a little mousey from da pet store. Several of da pet stores carry this itty bitty mousey dat says, “my first mouse” on it. Well, since we don’t have a pet store here and da one in Ardmore has a bug purroblem so we don’t shop there; then Raena didn’t get her “my first mousey”.
Go play Raena, me’s eatin’.
As you all noticed she is a tiny little thing, so most of our toys are too big fur her. Now don’t get me wrong, she sure ‘nuff tries to play with them, but ifin she ever gets her mouth on somethin’, she can’t move it cuz it’s too big and heavy. So after watchin’ her play dat furst night, mommy sent an email to awnty Ellen of 15 and meowing askin’ her ifin she would make Raena a little toy of her own dat would be Raena sized. Well we received said package da other day, and OMC awnty Ellen sent some of da bestest made with luv toys; and she even made Raena her very own nip mat. Well, da general rule is dat kittens aren’t affected by catnip ‘til they’re ‘bout 6 months or older. So mommy planned to take a couple of fotos of da nip mat and then put it away fur Raena till after she has her big girl surgery.
Of course you all know there’s an exception to every rule. You know there are kittys out there dat don’t even like catnip. Can you believe dat? A kitty not likin’ catnip. Dat has to be a sacrilege of da kitty book of norms. Anyways, sure ‘nuff there are kittys dat never enjoy catnip. But let me tell ya’ dat ain’t RaenaBelle!!! As soon as mommy put dat nip mat down, Raena started goin’ nuts. She scooted ‘round and rolled ‘round till she found da openin’ where da nip be inserted and started droolin’. And then she found da toys and started bunny kickin’ like crazy. Oh me cats she looked so funny. She had those tiny legs just a goin’ to town and rubbin’ her cheeks all over dat toy.
Hey Dezi I thought you was gonna let me tell ‘bout mines new toys. Mommy said dat I could do da tellin’.
Hey Dezi, what’a this paw-mazin’ smell?
Well then get to tellin’ Raena, and don’t furget to say thank you.
This is sooooooo good
Okay. Well guess I oughtta start with dat fank you. Fank you awnty Ellen, I luvs mines new toys and dat nip mat is pawsum. I’s ‘posed to be too young to understand ‘bout this catnip stuffs but let me tell ya’, dat mat and those toys smelled better than mines dinner plate. And dat’s sayin’ somethin’. I got 2 fishys, a ball, a tube and a chicky leg. And I had a blast playin’ last night. Come to think of it, I’s gonna go play right now. Fanks again. Big RaenaBelle hugs comin’ your way.
This slideshow requires JavaScript.
Yes, thank you awnty Ellen, those toys will keep her outta me’s fur, at least fur 5 minutes. Well me’s gonna go now and see what mischief me can find.
Till da next time………………………………….Be Blest!!!
Do you (your kitty) like catnip?
Do you (your kitty) purrfur silvervine?
How old were you (your kitty) when you first noticed cat nip affected you?
Service Cats U.S. 