DEZI: Meowsy good Munday to yous all. Hope yous had a gweat weekend and awe weady to stawt da new week off wight. Weez told yous a while back dat we wuz workin’ on sum new fings fur meez bloggy, and so today weez wanna innewduce yous to a Facebook furiend Merlin’s Hope. They be a Ragdoll and Maine Coon rescue gwoup. Oh hoo we be kiddin’ they’s a cat wescue, so yous nevew know hoo yous might find there. Yous know kitty peeps like ‘em all. Big kitties, little kitties, fat kitties, skinny kitties (they be twyin’ to fatten ‘em up quick). Black kitties, white kitties, and evew color in ‘tween. Cat peeps just like cats.
LEXI: alrite Dezi can we git on wiff it now?
DEZI: yep sis, we can. Is hims weady?
LEXI: He’z redee. I’z wanna interduze youz to Tennyson. Y’all say a big howdy and make himz feel welkum.
Ain’t I handsum?
Tennyson: Thank you ladies. Meow everyone. I’m looking for my forever home where I can spend the rest of my life and share my purrs and meows and hopefully your bed. (looks down and shuffles feet and grins) The nice folks at Merlin’s Hope saved me from a high kill shelter in the Houston Tx area in February. Boy did I get lucky. And I’m hopin’ my luck holds out and you like me enough to bring me into your home and life. But I guess you wanna know a bit more about me don’t ya’. Well I’m ‘bout 3-5 years old and they’re callin’ me a Maine Coon, but they think I must have a bit of the Angora in me cuz of the soft as a rabbit’s fur I have. As you can see from my photos I’m white with greenish gold eyes and I’ve grown quite a bit since joining my lovely foster home here in Ennis Tx. I’m 100% prime Texas kitty lover boy. Adopt me and never be left alone to potty lonely again.
I’m a real Texas gentlemancat. I say purrlease and thank you.
While I do like my naps with the peeps or other kitties, I sure do enjoy chasing that feather wand. Are you up for playin’ with me? Maybe you have another kitty who needs a little company. I’d be just purrfect for that. I’ve been to the stabby place and I’m FIV/FeLV negative, vaccinated, and they stole some of my mancat parts. But I’m told it makes me a better mancat so I guess I won’t miss ‘em. (looks at his nether regions and shakes head) I’m tellin’ ya’ I’m all ready to go. All you have to do is love me, and of course meet the qualifications of my rescuers. I guess I’ll let the girls tell you all about that. Thanks for letting me be here and please share my photos and plea. Somebody out there wants me, don’t they?
DEZI: Yes they do Tennyson. All yous hav to do to adopt sweet Tennyson is live within drivin’ distance of Ennis Texas(how faw wuld go fur twu luv?). Fill out da adoption application, get appwoved, and pay hims $150.00 adoption fee. Contact melindahug65@wildblue.net fur da application and mowe infurmation. Yous can read more ‘bout him and watch hims video he made just fur you on hims Petfinder page and check out all da udder pawsum cats they hav. Merlin’s Hope is a not fur purrofit organization in da purrocess of obtainin’ 501c3 status. They hav a wish list in case yous might wanna help ‘em out. Meez knows they wuld purreciate it bunches.
LEXI: Jiz gibz eberpawdy da link awlredee sissy. Oh well I’z will.Goze by amazonand check it owt. Weez do purresheayt youz shayrin’ diz handsum boy and helpin’ to find himz a grayt home. Dezi, are youz gunna kloze owt?
DEZI: Yep me is. Suwe wuz nice meetin’ yous Tennyson. Hope yous get a furevew home soon. And fank yous all fur shawin’ hims. Til da nex time…………Be Blest!!!
WooHoo it’s finally Furiday!!! As yous all know meez been covewin’ sum vewy sewious topics lately, and they needed to be covewed; but me fawt since it be Furiday me wuld lighten up and take yous fur a spin in meez mommy’s wheelchair. Awe ya’ up fur it? Do yous wanna go fur a ride? It’s okay and purrfectly safe. Mommy sez meez a gweat dwiver and ifin yous weally scawed, there be a seat belt yous can put on. Can yous believe they put a seat belt on a chair dat can’t go any fastew than 10 miles an hour? Well they do. So stwap up and away we go. Yous know when me came to liv wiff mommy me had no idea what meez life wuz gunna be like. Me knew it wuld be better than what it had been but me kulda nevew magined all da fun me wuz in fur.
Me wuz still a little tyke back when me wuz learnin’ to dwive.
Dwivin lessons wuz sum of meez favowits. this one meownin’ Me wuz suwe me finally had gotten dwivin’ dat chair to da pawdee box room down pat. So when it came time to head fur da pawdee box room me hopped onto mommy’s lap and wight into da dwivin’ spot. Sis Lexi meowed dat she wuld meet us in there, and meez just shook me head at hers and meowed she not know what she be missin’. Me looked up at mommy and hers sed, “Okay Dezi, let’s go.” Oh wow, me wuz so excited. Me put meez mouff on da joystick and pawed da power button and pushed us furward vewy slowly.
As weez inched furward, sis Lexi ran past us, and not wantin’ hers to get to da pawdee box room afur us, meez pushed da joystick furward as faw as it wuld go. It’s okay, mommy turns da speed down to only 2 baws at night so weez can’t actually go much faster than ‘bout a mile an hour. ‘Cept sumtime in da night, Lexi or me (not tellin’ hoo) accidentally tuwned on da chair and hit da speed button and tuwned it up to all da baws. So me and mommy took off like lightnin’, meez means white lightnin’ fur suwe. Weez wusn’t playin’ wound dat’s fur suwe. We wuz flyin’. Soarin’ wiff da twin jets we wuz. Course da jolt weez got fwum da chair takin’ off had purrpelled us boff backwards and me twyin’ to keep hold of da joystick pulled it back so weez went in wevewse. BOOM!!! Wight into da bed, and then….BIG BOOM!!! As da hospital bed whose wheels wusn’t locked went stwaight into da wall. Me let go of da joystick and jumped down quick and looked wound.
now let me see ifin me got this stwaight. Me puts meez mouff on this joystick and bites down and pushes it furward, wight?
LEXI: Yeah rite. Youz jumped outta youz fur an ran under da bed. Soz I’z kaym outta da pawdee box room too chek on mommy. Leezt shez wuz okay, but youz noze herz purrawlee awlmozt peed herz pantz.
DEZI: It wusn’t dat bad Lexi, and meez came out fwum unnew da bed as soon as yous came outta da pawdee box room.
LEXI: Yep youz did, I’z’ll gibz ya’ dat, but I’z gawdid in da chair and drobe mommy too da pawdee box room abter dat.
DEZI: And yous did a pawsum job sissyfur. At least me wuz twyin’. Yous know me wuz still weally yung and just learnin’.
LEXI: Yep sweet sis youz wuz wunderfull. And youz wuzn’t frayd too tri nubbin’. Youz a grayt driber now. Hope eberpawdy enjoyed der ride wiff ya’ today.
Yep Dezi beez a good driber now.
DEZI: Yep meez too Lexi. Me suwe had a gweat time dwivin’ yous all into da wall by way of da bed. MOL Hope yous come back fur anudder fun filled time wiff me and sis Lexi. And ifin yous wanna ride, just holler.
Meowllo and Happy Humpday to you all. (Mommy wrote a poem at da end of meez posty, hope yous like it.) First me wants to tell yous sum good news. A foo postys back me told you all ‘bout a cute little Bengal boy dat wuz missin’. Him IS Back home now fankfully and da lady dat bwought hims home didn’t want da reward so it wuz donated to udder kitties in need. Him had been catnapped by a neighbor man acwoss da way and da nasty man had even we-named him. Anyways, Cheetah’s home and hims mommy be welieved. Fank all of yous who shawed him and prayed fur him. But dat kinda leads us to todays posty. It’s gunna be one of those serious ones where we speak human so evewypawdy can unnewstand. And so wiff out further adieu,
I wanna talk a bit today about adoptions and surrenders. Seems like lately we have read about more and more older kitties being surrendered to shelters. Oh there’s a myriad of reasons, from behaior problems, to illnesses and relocating of the human family. The reasons are as varied as the cats and never cease to amaze us. As you all know, cuz we tell you all the time; sis Lexi is 15 years old and doesn’t have very many teeth anymore. She drools when she get happy (course she always did that) and before she takes a drink, she sticks her paw in the water and then shakes it off slinging water all over the place, and anyone or thing that happens to be in the vicinity.
As for me, again as you know, I have began to piddle outside the litter box ‘bout 60% of the time. So it’s not like we don’t have our issues that mommy has to take care of, and we know some of you deal with a lot more. And yet, each and everyday instead of making the trip to the local shelter to surrender your problem cats you deal with them.
So are you and our mommy saints? Is there something special about you? Do you know something that these other people don’t? Well if you ask me and sissy we of course would say absolutely yes to all of those questions. But the truth is that you are just like those people with one exception, you treat us like members of your family and not just animals. Truth is there a quite a few things that set you all apart, but me would be here forever and this would be the longest posty ever if me went into all of it. Some of you purchased pure bred animals and some of you adopted pure breeds and/or mixes. Doesn’t really matter, how you got your fur family, you love us. And we in turn love and adore you.
Truth is a lot of the behavioral problems kitties have are either due to an illness or human neglect. By neglect we don’t necessarily mean abuse, but a cat that scratches the furniture probably hasn’t been exposed to the proper scratching post or surface. Or perhaps it’s even more simple and it’s a Persian kitty purchased or adopted because it was popular and looked so pretty with all that fur and smashed face, but now it’s all matted up and smelly and fights and bites it’s humans when they try to brush all those mats out.
If peeps would do a little research before adopting or buying maybe they would find that kitty that looks so cool in the photo doesn’t really fit their lifestyle. Or the Bengal or Savannah that makes you feel like you own your very own wild cat is too active or destructive because you don’t have the time to spend socializing and exercising them. Come on peeps, all us kitties want is a forever home where we will be loved and taken care of. But all of us need a little extra care depending on breed. Even mixed kitties have a dominant breed that will sometimes determine their extra care. Or maybe it’s what they were exposed to before coming into your life. Certainly me doesn’t wanna suggest that you not adopt a kitty, cause you should!!! But you should educate yourself a little first. Make sure the kitty you’re looking at fits your lifestyle and that you have adequate time to provide them with the appropriate care.
And then we get to those who turn in that older cat cause the family is moving and the new house/apartment doesn’t accept pets. OMC ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!!!!!! Just who do you think you are? Abandoning a living, breathing, feeling family member? One that has been devoted to you and loved you and been there for you through the years. Guess where most of those kitties end up. DEAD!!!! Me not going to sugar coat it for you, or give it some nice politically correct term. The shelters kill them!! Kittens are far more adoptable and run to the edge of the cage at potential adopters. All the while your “beloved” former furry cowers in the back of the cage wondering what it was that they did wrong and where you are.
Or even worse, you surrender the older kitty with a chronic illness. Sure enough he/she is dead. He/She was dead the minute you walked through the door. Shelters don’t have the time or staff to take care of the sick older far less adoptable kitties. Guess what you’re teaching your children and/or grandchildren? Someday when you become too old or too much trouble they’re going to drop you off at the old folks home and never come back. That is if anything in this universe is fair!!!
You know you wouldn’t move to the house or apartment that told you your children weren’t allowed. And for you younger set, there really used to be properties/landlords that said that, until the government passed a law that forbade it. If you have a cat, DON’T move somewhere that you can’t take them!!! It shouldn’t be okay with you to give up a family member just because it has fur and walks on 4 paws. We have feelings and we love you. We don’t understand when you dump us off somewhere scary. And more often than not we don’t stand a chance of finding another home.
Please, if you’re going to adopt/buy a cat or kitten, do some research first to make sure you choose the right breed or mix. And be certain that you’re ready to keep us until it is our time to go. And please, make some preparations for us in the event you can no longer take care of us due to death. As we and that includes our mommy; see death the only reason you can no longer provide a home for us. These days there are so many options there’s really no excuse. We didn’t intend to offend or hurt any body’s feelings with this post, but this is something we feel very strongly about. Please don’t leave us wondering “where’s my home?”
FUREVER
Mommy: I love you with all my heart and soul.
You make my days brighter and fill my nights with joy.
When you came into my life it was forever,
And not just until I found something better.
Kitty: I will be by your side and in your lap,
Cause for me you are my hero, my world.
I will love you and cherish you till the light dims in my eyes,
Meowllo evewypawdy, awe yous all enjoyin’ da long weekend? Yous know, hoomans nevew cease to amaze me. Here it is Labor Day, a day celebwatin’ da Amewican labor movement, and yet most evewypawdy’s got da day off. In udder words, they’re not workin’/laborin’. What’s up wiff dat? Oh well, Happy Labor Day to yous all and enjoy yous day off. Course now dat weez liv in a 24/7 society not evewypawdy got da day off. Maybe they be da ones weez oughtta be celebwatin’. MOL Well meez not gunna write a long winded posty today, but me did wanna shawr sum pawsum fings wiff yous. And no dat dusn’t mean weez got good news, or any news fur dat matter ‘bout da floors in ow pawtment. Not suwe ifin weez kuld pull mommy off da ceilin’ ifin weez had good news ‘bout dat. Yous know hers wuld be way past ‘cited.
Well da udder day, ow furiends ovew at 15 and meowing had a contest fur a subscwiption to Countwy Livin’ magazine. And meez won it fur mommy. Dat wulda been pawsum nuff in itself, but Miss Ellen went one better and sent Lexi and me a kupple toys too. Hers sent us a handmade, cwocheted wiff luv catnip apple, and a catnip mousy. Fank yous so much Miss Ellen dat be so fawtfull of yous and weez weally do purreciate it. As weez told yous, mommy unpacked sum stuff so there wuz enuff room fur hers to make a video of me playin’ wiff da mousy. Hers got fotos too dat weez will shawe wiff yous.
This slideshow requires JavaScript.
Weez also been gettin’ sum boxes of goodys fur mommy fwum sum of ow furiends. And of course lots of them included fun fur us too. Weez got noms and toys and tweats. Weez suwe do purreciate all of yous fur dat. Weez luv ow mommy so vewy much and hers takes pawsum cawe of us and sees to it dat weez got evewyfin’ we need even ifin dat means hers goes wiff out. And hers nevew complains. Dat be what a mommy is and duz. As yous know, mommy nevew had 2 legged childwen, so weez be hers only childwen.
And member when me told yous weez wuld be writin’ wegulaw fur The Daily Mews? Well ow first awticle as wegulaws is out. Don’t fur get to go and check it out and subscwibe so yous not miss an issue. It’s completely fwee and there’s a little sumfin’ fur evewypawdy. There’s even an occasional contest or two. So purrlease giv it a look see. Paw da foto to go to da home page of The Daily Mews, and paw da word “awticle” above to be twansported to ow posty there.
One mowe little fing. Weez been gettin’ lots of questions ‘bout how Lexi and me be duin’ in da middle of all da chaos. First let me say Fank yous fur yous concern. Weez purrawly handlin’ it much better than mommy. You see, bein’ Service cats weez kinda used to a little chaos. And mommy also we-awwanges da house (da fings hers can safely move) evew so offen so weez get used to change. And of course we go out wiff mommy and get exposed to all kinds of fings and smells and peeps.
We awe a little stir cwazy cuz ow house wuz packed up so tight weez didn’t hav room to get wound, but havin’ boxes evewywhere dusn’t fweak us out. And all of ow toys wuz packed away cuz mommy fawt it wuz just posed to be fur dat one day. But mommy has unpacked a lot of stuff, taken out most of ow toys and given us a foo to play wiff. And weez got sum new ones fwu da mail dat mommy lets us hav, so weez playin’ again. Da smell isn’t gweat and da wet isn’t gweat, but we awe managin’.
Mommy on da udder hand, worries ‘bout us and gettin’ sick and wantin’ all ow stuff put away where it belongs. Cuz altho’ weez okay wiff it all mommy finks weez wuld all be better off once fings go back to normal fur us. Altho’ da only move meez evew made wuz fwum da yucky bweeder to mommy’s house (me wuz dopted da same day we wuz wescued), sis Lexi has moved a lot in hers lifetime and sez mommy wuldn’t go anywhere wiff out us. So me is takin’ sum of meez cues fwum her. All da boxes not bodder sis Lexi so there’s no weason fur them to upset me. And me is a cat after all. And as such me luvs boxes.
As fur da motel they’re talkin’ ‘bout puttin’ us up in, since we awe used to change, so long as mommy be there, we awe okay wiff dat too. Weez won’t lie and say weez walk wight into da room and own it, but it only takes a kupple hours and weez awe okay and actin’ like weez at home. So, fur all of yous wunnewin’ out there, weez okay, but fanks fur yous purrayers. Mommy can suwe nuff use them cuz hers not okay wiff any of this, and hers be fed up!!!
So, here’s to a Funday Munday hope yous plannin’ sumfin’ gweat.
Yous know kitty peeps like ‘em all. Big kitties, little kitties, fat kitties, skinny kitties (they be twyin’ to fatten ‘em up quick). Black kitties, white kitties, and evew color in ‘tween. Cat peeps just like cats. 
The nice folks at Merlin’s Hope saved me from a high kill shelter in the Houston Tx area in February. Boy did I get lucky. And I’m hopin’ my luck holds out and you like me enough to bring me into your home and life. But I guess you wanna know a bit more about me don’t ya’. Well I’m ‘bout 3-5 years old and they’re callin’ me a Maine Coon, but they think I must have a bit of the Angora in me cuz of the soft as a rabbit’s fur I have. As you can see from my photos I’m white with greenish gold eyes and I’ve grown quite a bit since joining my lovely foster home here in Ennis Tx. I’m 100% prime Texas kitty lover boy. Adopt me and never be 
I’m tellin’ ya’ I’m all ready to go. All you have to do is love me, and of course meet the qualifications of my rescuers. I guess I’ll let the girls tell you all about that. Thanks for letting me be here and please share my photos and plea. Somebody out there wants me, don’t they? 
Can yous believe they put a seat belt on a chair dat can’t go any fastew than 10 miles an hour? Well they do. So stwap up and away we go. Yous know when me came to liv wiff mommy me had no idea what meez life wuz gunna be like. Me knew it wuld be better than what it had been but me kulda nevew magined all da fun me wuz in fur. 
Course da jolt weez got fwum da chair takin’ off had purrpelled us boff backwards and me twyin’ to keep hold of da joystick pulled it back so weez went in wevewse. 
It’s gunna be one of those serious ones where we speak human so evewypawdy can unnewstand. And so wiff out further adieu, 
Service Cats U.S. 