Hey everypawdy, it’s me, RaenaBelle. We’re runnin’ later than usual today. You’d think I’s would get used to it, but this time changin’ thing is just gettin’ way outta hand paw. We’re s’posed to be runnin’ on tummy time in this house, yet dinner’s been late every night since the human’s changed the clocks. I’s know it’s been stormin’ and that makes mommy slower than usual, but Kittens, we could starve ifin mommy doesn’t get back on tummy time soon.
I’s just wanna help sissy. Do ya’ want me to write our Blest Sunday posty?
No Raena, Blest Sunday is me’s day. Me doubts you really wanna help. Me thinks you’re just nosy and wanna be in the middle of everythin’, all the time. Ifin you’re not the center of attention, you get all jealous.
That’s not true sissy. I’s luvs you. I’s just don’t unnerstand why you got so mad when mommy saw you peein’ on the floor and raced ya’ to the pawtty box room to the litter box. Why would ya’ wanna pee in the floor anyways?
It’s not like me really wants too Raena, but that nasty old pawtty box made me’s wee hurt.
Mommy says the pawtty box didn’t do it, sissy. She says it’s cuz you’re not drinkin’ enuff water. That’s why our meals have had extra au jus (juice/gravy) lately.
Me still thinks it’s the pawtty box’s fault Raena.
Well sissy, least mommy had some medicine left over from your sis Lexi. She said it was gonna make you feel all better. Well that and purrayers. What did the medicine taste like? Mommy wouldn’t give me any.
Trust me Raena, you don’t want any. It tastes yucky.
Really? Ifin it tasted so yucky why didn’t you fight with mommy ‘bout it?
Hmmmpht Haven’t you figgered out by now that mommy always wins? It’s just easier to take the medicine the furst time than to have mommy hold ya’ down and force it down your throat.
Yeah, I’s guess that’s true, sissy. At least we can have fun slidin’ ‘round on all the piddle pads mommy put down.
Me doesn’t think mommy’s too impurressed with your slidin’ games Raena. She nearly tripped over the bunched up pads in the pawtty box doorway last night.
Purrlease sissy, mommy luvs watchin’ us playin’ and havin’ fun.
Normally she does Raena, but me’s not so sure ‘bout all your slidin’. Me’s purretty sure “RaenaBelle, stop that” doesn’t mean she’s happy with what you’re doin’.
‘Course it does, sissy. Mommy says that all the time. Wait, where are ya’ goin’?
Me has to go pawtty. And me’s sure mommy would get mad ifin me went on the carpet.
Ya’ better use the pawtty box sissy. I’s will ask all our furiends ifin they could spare a purrayer fur ya’. We are so Blest to have so many peeps that luvs us. Unfurnately, it’s stormin’ and cold here again, but I’s sure mommy will take you fur a stroll in our new stroller the next time mr. Sunshine comes back. That’ll fur sure make ya’ feel better. Right sissy? Sissy? Uh Oh, I’s see mommy comin’ down the hall with that syringe full of medicine.
Ain’t no point in runnin’ and tryin’ to hide Raena. Mommy knows all the hidin’ spots. Me fur sure ‘purreciates any purrayers me can get. Sick or not, stormy or not, we are so very Blest to have so much luv. And even tho’ me knows mommy doesn’t like it when me doesn’t use the pawtty box like me should, mommy still luvs me. We’re so Blest to have had some medicine in the house and a mommy who knows what to do. And, we’re so Blest to have our new stroller. We are indeed very Blest kitties. We’d like to remind everypawdy to take a minute today and every day to give Thanks fur the Blessings in your life. As long as you have luv in your life, you are Blest.
That’s so true, sissy. We’re also linkin’ up with the Kitties Blue fur Sunday Selfies.
Hey, is anypawdy out there? It’s me, RaenaBelle. Can you believe January’s almost over? MeOW seems this year’s gonna speed by like the last one. But hey, I’s guess that means mine’s birthday will be here soon.
Raena, your birthday is still months away. And, we’re not gonna be meowin’ ‘bout that every day till it gets here. Ya’ know, the world doesn’t revolve ‘round you.
What? Yes it does, mommy says so. You’ve heard her, she’s always sayin’ her world revolves ‘round us. We’re her everythin’. Even her Monday ‘pointment said so.
Yeah, ‘bout that Monday ‘pointment… Ya’ know, we’ve had several peeps ask what kind of ‘pointment it is. Mommy hadn’t decided ifin she wanted to talk ‘bout it. But, me told her, our life is an open book. She even said so when we furst started in social media. It’s not like you can keep secrets when everypawdy’s postin’ everythin’.
That’s true, sissy. And, it’s not like mommy really cares, or that she’d say anythin’ in that ‘pointment that she wouldn’t let us say here.
Yep, me thinks it’s no big deal either. Me doesn’t know why the DHS (Department of Human Services) nurse thought mommy needed a counselor anyways.
I’s think it might have somethin’ to do with all the cryin’ and beggin’ mommy did when she told her they were takin’ away most of her benefits. Ya’ know, a few months ago, the state was gonna stop the benefits fur all the old and disabled peeps; but, they met with tons of resistance and decided not too. What we didn’t know is that they were still doin’ it, they were just doin’ it one purrson at a time. While I’s tried to paw away mommy’s tears, she was askin’ the nurse where she was s’posed to get the green papers fur the medicines that had been covered by those benefits.
Yeah Raena, me could see the nurse felt bad fur mommy, but she just sat there and said her hands were tied. Me thinks the craziest thing she said was when she asked ifin mommy was gonna do anythin’ stupid. Hmmmpht She doesn’t know our mommy. And then the next day she called and told mommy that she had set her up fur counselin’, and that it would look good ifin mommy was coopurrative. She didn’t say anythin’ ‘bout givin’ mommy’s benefits back tho’.
Yeah, it might not be so bad ifin mommy didn’t know so many peeps that cheat the system, or all those illegal immigrants gettin’ rich off the system. Anyways, least the counselor lady’s nice.
How would you know, she’s only showed up twice. She showed up the furst week and then cancelled the next. Altho’ not early enuff fur mommy to do anythin’ else. And then, she did it again yesfurday.
Fanky fank the cats mommy doesn’t actually need the help. She ain’t the kind to do somethin’ “stupid”. And, she has us, what more could she pawssibly need?.
Me agrees Raena. Mommy’s always sayin’, there ain’t nuffin’ better than purr therapy.
Meowin’ of, I’s think I’s’ll go lay in mommy’s lap now and give her some of that purr therapy. You can have the heated mat.
Fanks Raena. (Dezi meows sarcastically) Maybe me wants to lay in mommy’s lap.
I’s’ll race ya’…Readyset Go!!! (Raena starts running and jumps over Dezi to mommy’s lap. Dezi shakes her head and lays down on the heated mat to have a nice bath.)