Blest Sunday: More Firsts For Raena

Welcome to a brand new Blest Sunday. We’re actually feelin’ some of those fall tempurratures ‘round here. A couple meownings this week we woke up to dew outside and cooler temps even in da house. ‘Course dat means mommy wants to drink more coffee and wear socklets. Fur those of ya’ wonderin’ what a socklet is, well it’s what we call those fuzzy wuzzy comfy socks. Mommy says ya’ can’t actually wear ‘em with shoes, but they’re great fur keepin’ da toes warm. Anyways, me’s used to mommys socklets, but Raena? ‘Member your furst…everything? Well dat’s what’s goin’ on with Raena. This is her furst fall, winter, cold weather, you name it, this is her furst of everything. Mommy says watchin’ Raena be exposed to new things is so adorable. Me doesn’t know ‘bout dat, but it was kinda funny watchin’ her da furst time mommy put on socklets. Well, let me just tell ya’ ‘bout it. 

 Dezi and Raena chatting over the cat scratchers.

When we all woke up Fursday meownin’ there was a bit of a chill in da air. So mommy grabbed a pair of socklets on our way to da kitchen. She made up our brekky and settled into her sittin’ chair so we could eat and she could enjoy a cup o’ joe. Raena and me settled in to our plates and started chowin’ down. Me saw mommy puttin’ on those socklets outta da corner of meez eyes, and thought nuffin’ of it. Raena on da other hand has never seen socks of any kind.

Mommy’s been wearin’ her floppy rubber sandals all summer or goin’ barefoot. So this was da furst time Raena ever saw mommys toes covered up. Her eyes got big as saucers and she bellied to da ground and inched towards mommys feet. She stuck her nose way out front and tried to sniff a whiff. ‘Course, da socks bein’ clean and mommy not usin’ smelly dryer sheets, they didn’t smell like anythin’. So Raena inched even closer to mommys fuzzy wuzzy socklets and put out her paw to touch ‘em. She drew her paw back really quick and looked at it, and then she touched ‘em again. This time, she started chirpin’ and fell over and rolled all over mommys socklet covered feetsies. Mommy said it was sooooooooo cute. It sure doesn’t take much to make mommys happy.

 Raena laying on the nip mat after her spay day

 We’ve been asked about the size of Raena’s incision by several

people as well as how it’s healin’ up. The incision is about an inch

in length and as you can see, it’s healing well. She is purretty bruised

up there as well as the 2 teets that were shaved, but everything’s looking great.

(Click photo to bigify.)



       Are you makin’ fun of me sissy? 

Nope Raena, just tellin’ everypawdy how you reacted to mommys socklets. 

 Dezi and Raena chatting over the cat scratchers

       Oh sissy, those socklets are so soft. Did you tell everypawdy ‘bout our other surprise?

No Raena me hasn’t had a chance too.

       Well hurry up sissy, I had a blast didn’t you? 

It was fun Raena, but me’s done it befur. It’s another one of those fursts fur you.

 Raena posing in her harness on the small cat perch

     Well I sure hope I’s gets to do it again. I’s better tell everypawdy what “it” is. I got to go outside fur a walk. Yep, sure ‘nuff, I went fur a walk. As ya’ll know, none of da harnesses we have will fit me, so mommy wouldn’t take me very far in da stroller, cuz she couldn’t secure me. Fur some reason, she thinks we oughtta be tethered into da stroller even ifin it’s zipped closed. Somethin’ ‘bout our safety. Anyways, she did look fur a harness dat would fit me at da pet store and Wallyworld. But alas, they didn’t have a size to fit me dat would work. And altho’ I’s gonna be a big girly, I’s not so big right now. And mommy can’t put mines trainin’ on hold till I get big enuff to fit into a harness. So, mommy began to search da innernet to find a harness we could afford and dat would fit me. There was some money left over from getting’ da car a/c fixed dat was ‘posed to go to fixin’ at least one of da windows. Da mechanic’s been so busy he hasn’t had a chance to look at it and tell us how much it would cost to fix it. So after checkin’ with our Angels, they said mommy could use it fur whatever she needed. So after much deliberation, mommy ordered me a harness of mines very own.

 Raena outside in her walking harness

       Ifin ya’ recall, da last time I’s had on a harness, mommy took me to da VET to be tortured. Needless to say, when mines harness arrived and mommy put it on me, I wasn’t a happy girly at furst. But then, mommy put a harness on sis Dezi too, and I’s felt a little more comfy. Y, In no time at all, I was playin’ and chasin’ sissy ‘round. Mommy said she was so purroud of me and then she hooked me up to a long string and picked me up. And out da door we went. Mommy put me down on da sidewalk and let me explore a little. She wouldn’t let me go waller in da dirt, somethin’ ‘bout da doggies out here and poopin’ everywhere. But she did let me walk up and down da sidewalk. What fun I had. Did you enjoy your walk too sissy? 

 Dezi outside in walking harness

Yeah Raena me did. And me’s glad you like your new harness. It does look good on you.



       Y, Fanky you sissy, you look bootyful too.



Fanks Raena. You know, we are so blest to have a home and a mommy to take care of us. Our little outside adventure was lots of fun, but it was even better cuz we got to come back inside where it’s safe. There are lots of kitties dat live outside all da time. They don’t get to go inside when somethin’ scares them or it gets cold or wet or too hot or fur any reason. They don’t have a mommy or warm bed. Y, They don’t even know when they’ll eat next, and fur sure don’t get treats like us. You know feral cats didn’t choose dat life, it was forced upon them by humans. Da lucky ones have caretakers who look after them and feed them and try to get them medical treatment when needed. Da really lucky ones learn to trust humans and eventually find furever homes. But most of them…they live their very short lives outside and never know what it’s like to have a home or mommy and daddy to luv and purrtect them. They have to fight fur everythin’ and lots of peeps are mean to them and don’t want them ‘round.

 Dezi laying in cat tree in new harness

Fankfully there are purrograms like TNR dat can help stop those kitties from constantly havin’ babies. And by doin’ dat, da colonies become smaller and more manageable. And dat hopefully means dat da mean peeps won’t be so mean to them. Even so, there are lots of places dat don’t know ‘bout TNR purrograms or da benefit of spayin’ and neuterin’ even their pets. A little education goes a long way toward fixing the purroblem. Peeps takin’ respawnsiblity fur their own pets and having them spayed or neutered and keepin’ them inside will also help. ‘Member me said ferals are a result of human abandonment. When you adopt a pet, it’s fur life. It’s not till da new wears off, or kitty grows up, or you get bored, or you get allergies, or pregnant, or any other reason. It’s fur LIFE.



Everypawdy can help even ifin you don’t have a feral colony in your neighborhood. You can donate money, food, supplies and your time. Lookin’ after a  feral colony is a day in and day out job dat is offen done by one or two dedicated peeps. There’s no glory in it, and once peeps find out what’s involved, volunteers offen disappear.

A caretaker must be there fur those kitties every day. Even on da days when you feel sick or tired or whatever other excuse. Da truth is, ifin a colonies caretaker doesn’t show up, kitties don’t eat. They go hungry. Me knows most of you don’t know what it’s like to really be hungry, me doesn’t. Mommy makes sure we girls are taken care of and always have food, but me has seen hungry, and it’s not nice. Alley Cat Allies has a website where you can find oppurrtunities near you to help. We purray fur all da feral and abandoned cats and their caretakers. We fank all of you who devote so much to those kitties. And our hope and purrayer is dat someday, there are no feral colonies cuz all kitties have furever homes.

 Raena sits in mommys lap

       Oh sissy I sure hope God answers our purrayers.     

Let’s wrap this up and maybe mommy will take us fur a walk or stroll today. We are so blest to have a pawsum mommy, home, furiends and our Angels. Fank you all fur your luv, support, purrayers and help. You are all in our purrayers every day. ‘Member to take a minute today and everyday to give thanks fur da blessings in your life. We’re joinin’ da Kitties Blue fur Sunday Selfies. We hope you all have a wonderful day.

 Dezi: Vibrant Blue  

Raena: Navy Blue




Till da next time…………………………………….Be Blest!!!

Luv and Hugs and Kitty Kisses

Deztinee and RaenaBelle    

Don’t Leave Me Alone

Hi, my name is…well the lady that feeds me calls me Little Momma. I guess that’s my name. It wasn’t always tho’. I can barely remember anymore, but a long time ago when I was little I had a family and a home. I was loved so much. I was fed twice a day, everyday. I had toys and a bed and I watched all these other cats run around outside. They looked so sad and unkempt. My long silky furs got brushed everyday. I would never look like Those cats. My human adored me. I was her Princess. One day my human’s boyfriend moved in with us and now I had two humans to spoil me and take care of me. And then one day my human started to gain weight. She took up more room in the bed, but she still loved me.

Courtesy of the ASPCA
Courtesy of the ASPCA

Only she quit cleaning my litter box. And I could hear my humans voices raise when her old boyfriend, now husband was cleaning it. Something about how he worked hard all day and didn’t want to come home to have to clean out the cat box. Each night when they sat down to watch t.v. I would jump up in their laps and sleep. Suddenly they started pushing me away. One of the rooms got really busy. I don’t know why because they started closing the door and I couldn’t see in, much less get in. I waited outside the door one evening while my humans talked. I kept putting my paw under the door so they would know I was there, but they never let me in.

The next day I was put in my carrier and taken out to the car. I just knew I was going to that awful place with the white coats. That’s okay, I always got extra treats when we came home. My humans didn’t say a word while they drove. We drove for what seemed like forever before finally stopping. Wait…This doesn’t look like the white coat place? There’s nothing around here? What are we doing here? My humans didn’t even get out of the car. They pulled me out of my carrier and tossed me out the window and sped off. I was in shock and confused. I tried to follow them but they were already out of sight by the time I got up. It’s getting dark and it’s time for dinner. Please, come back I meowed. Don’t leave me out here alone. I sat at the clearing waiting for my humans to come and get me, but it just kept getting colder and darker and their was all kinds of scary sounds. I finally ran up the closest tree. Seems I remember those cats outside my windows did this when something was chasing them.

I spent the night in the tree till the next morning. Day broke but it was still cold and the wind was blowing. My silky furs looked awful and I think I had a mat. Something really hurt under my arm. I waited and watched but my humans never came back. I lost track of time. And if not for some of those kitties that grew up outside I probably would have died that first week on my own. There was a few other cats like me where my humans dropped me off. They hadn’t seen their humans in a long time, but knew where to get food and water and sometimes shelter when the freezing started. They taught me to not let any human get near me cause bad things would happen. I thought they must have been right cuz I had amazing humans and then they threw me out of a car window and left me.

 feral cat1

That’s been years ago now. I barely resemble the beautiful cat I once was. My fur isn’t silky anymore. It’s matted and dirty and hurts my skin. I’ve had lots of babies since then, many have died. Some were killed by those scary sounds coming from the trees that furst night. Some never made it across the street. And some…it gets sooooo cold in the winter. Well, there’s a lady here and she brings out food for all of us everyday. She seems nice enough, but I’ll never be fooled again. Once a Princess, now just another Little Momma.


Today is National Feral Cat day. This stowry is mostly fiction. We say mostly cuz me just wrote it as if me was da kitty. But da twuff is, it kuld be any feral’s stowry. Not all feral cats was born outside. Da very furst ever feral cat was once sumpawdy’s princess. TNR helps to stop the repopulation of the feral colonies. It allows them to continue to live out there lives without the burden of breeding, fighting over breeding and territory and giving birth. But nuffin’ purrtects them fwum da dangers dat lurk outside. We wanna fank all those who care fur ferals everywhere. And fur all those who put up warm shelters fur them in da winter and fresh food and water fur them to eat and dwink. We purray da day comes when there awe no more ferals cuz all kitties have a luvving furever home.

 dw-Dezi Birthday invite

As we do every weekend, weez joinin’ Rascal and Rocco fur da Pet Parade blog hop. And don’t furget to send in yous fotos fur meez birffday pawrty by October 30, 2015.

Till da next time……………………Be Blest!!!

Luv and Hugs and Kitty Kisses

Dezi and Lexi