Big News! Here I've been killing myself trying to get on to Santa's Nice List, when all the while... I've been a Shoe-In!
The Gift of Rescue
We at It's a Wonderpurr Life have a special relationship with homeless cats and their secret histories.
Over time some of the histories become obvious, like KC who had such a fear of people, he avoided me for two years while living in my backyard. He would leave every time I stepped outside to feed him. I used a live trap to have him neutered, but the vet staff never told me he wasn't feral. So I released him. And it took almost two more years before I realized he wasn't feral, but had lost his faith in humanity.
An AssRabbit Christmas Carol
Before Rabbit joined the Wonderpurr Gang, we had the normal type of hissy fits that happen when cats from different backgrounds merge under one roof. Then I brought home a three-month-old kitten with rabbit-soft fur.
Verge and Mary
One of our family favorite Christmas movies is The Nativity Story, a drama that focuses on the period in Mary and Joseph's life where they journeyed to Bethlehem for the birth of Jesus.
Ever wonder what our cats pick up while eavesdropping on our human conversations? Let's listen in on Opie and Jack.
Slobber Pillows and Zoomies
Dear Friends,
Bweaking Nooz! Christmas is only 19 sleeps away, so if yoo
are stalling to buy presents or write greeting cards, I encourage yoo to get
yoor act together today, cuz eating a daily bowl of stress is no way to spend
the approaching holidays.
Sadly, not everyone takes my advice. Momma didn’t design our Christmas card until two weeks ago, and then, despite calling the company to make sure envelopes were included with postcards, the envelopes did not arrive. However, because customer service was wrong, they refunded the cost of shipping. So, Momma then jumped on Prime to get them delivered the next day. And, of course, she padded that order with a few things because let’s face it, stress requires comfort, be it sugar, likker, or a little shopping spree.
'Tiz the Season to Be Bizzy
I hope by now yoo have recovered from Thanksgiving dinner where yoor tummy pushed the limits of how far yoor pants could stretch.
At my house there was not a turkey in sight, other than in the cans of Fancy Feast our momma opened. This year my pawrents opted for Cornish Game Hens, but with the usual trimmings. Daddy did most of the cooking and Momma let him, thankful to have a husband who actually wants to cook. After years of being in the kitchen during their restaurant years, Momma swore if she never had to cook anything beyond quiche or soup, she would be happy to pass the tongs to someone else.
Thankful to be Naturally Sweet
Bweaking Nooz! Yes, I know it's time for Tuesdays with Dori, but there has been a great upset at my house and so I must inpurrrupt yoor normally scheduled progwam for ...
Last week my pawrents celebwated their annipurrsary of being meowied to each other for-- I wasn't able to get a direct quote, but I did overhear joocy rumors of them having known each other for at least one hundred years.
Lost in Translation
In fact, I don't know the meaning of work. But that's another topic for another day. Today I feel I must address something I became aware of while eavesdropping on my pawrents over the weekend.
To set the scene, I was draped over the sofa arm with my attention focused on Momma's dinner plate while Daddy sat a few cats down at the opposite end of the sofa, shoveling his food into his mouth as fast as he could while ChauncieMarie leaned heavily into him, hoping for a bite to fall into her mouth.
The Chubby Chonkers Club and How I Lost 3 Pounds with a Purrsonal Trainer
Hi evfurrybuddy, it's me Dori *wavy paws* with another episode of Tuesdays with Dori, plus all the joocy gossip I could find while prowling the inpurrnet.
This past week I ran into fellow reporter Latte, host of News with Latte, and she told me her pawrents have started calling her a Chonkers "Fun Size" while her sisfur Ellie Mae is a "full-size" Chonkers candy bar. According to Latte, their Momma Kat is either shooing Latte away from Ellie's plate, or chasing Ellie around with a plate to get her to eat. Clearly Ellie is very pawtikular about privacy while dining, as she doesn't like being stared at while she puts food into her mouth.
I ask yoo, what woman enjoys being watched while eating? When was the last time we saw video of Jennifer Lopez horking a bowl of plain M&M's? Actually, I heard a rumor from my Hollyweird connections that J-Lo throws tantrums when hotel maids dare to give her peanut M&M's.
The Worst Halloween Ever
October 31, 2010. The day my nightmare as a Cat Mom came true.
Up front let me say, I have gone around in circles on whether or not to post this, mostly because I have strived to publish nothing but happy cat humor across all my social media accounts. However, my experience as a cat rescuer sometimes hands me lessons that have sad endings, and yet they provide me with an insight on what to watch for with future rescues.
Kenny was one of those sad lessons that I continue to ache over, even twelve years later. This is his story.
Zoo Boo Date with Baunilha
I try to make my dates fun with Baunila, my Portuguese girlfriend. Trouble is, like most girls, she gets all nervous when it comes to scary stuff.
I love scary stuff. I love to jump out at my sisfurs and make them scream with either fright or fury, though I still can't tell which cuz it all sounds the same. And I love to prowl the catio at night when flying predators are skulking about in the trees, swooping overhead like they might be hunting me.
Yah, that's a real tail-biter kind of feeling. Like I could become owl poop. Yow!
Jesse the Traveling Cat and Why I Wasn't Invited on Vacation
Hi evfurrybuddy, it's me Dori *wavy paws.* If yoo are reading this, I assume yoo have survived the weekend and the return of Monday with all it's despicable hekkishness. Purrsonally I am working on a serious letter to the gov'mint to abolish Mondays at the same time they kick Daylight Savings to the curb for once and for all.
So yoo may have noticed that I was virtually invisible last week to my social media frens. I am mortally wounded to the core of my little heart to be ignored, but my momma explained that she needed a bweak and unfortnately I was sacrificed along with her accounts and our IG Cattoon account.
At the Mewvees: Now Playing: The Revenge of Bode
CAST: Herman TattleCat, Bode 4Catsstrapski, NancyCakeFace, DanaPixie, 3PhiBotticelli, Frankencat1, TweetingTruman, and a cast of dozens!
PLOT: Sometimes friends have misunderstandings. At Bode's wedding to NancyCakeFace, Herman got hungry while waiting for the bride to arrive by camel. (No wonder she was late.) So Herman found a tub of popcorn, and munched happily, never realizing Bode was upset.
Meanwhile Bode was plotting revenge:
Meanwhile Bode was plotting revenge:
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It's Official. Dori Turns Professional.
Pawfessional what? Meowdel? Nooo, although I got a lot of admiring compliments when I showed off wearing my new birthday sweater with the plaid skirt.
Pawfessional Bweaking Nooz Repurrter? Nooo, although my repurrting at the Cat Olympics in 2020 is still being talking about among the judges, and charges are still pending on whether or not I had anything to do with some of the disqualifications among the competitors.
Pawfessional singer? Well, yes. My hits Purrple Underpants, Lets Go Outside and Don't You Put A Bitey (On Me) are still on the Top 10 Greatest Hits List for Pretty Tabby Cats.
But despite all of my accompliments, I'm now an pawfessional froggy hunter.
This is how it happened:
Dori's Birthday Featuring Entries From Her Adoption Diary
Hi evfurrybuddy, it’s me, Dori. *wavy paws* Guess what? Yesterday I celebrated my birthday! Nooo, I’m not wevealing how old I am cuz us wimmen need to keep some mystery as we age.
I got lots of presents. My my favorite is a soft cushion snuggled between Momma and
Daddy’s pillows where I sleep at night. I also got a small soft pink blanket
with poky dots, and a little pink ball. And I got a sweater dwess with a plaid
skirt. I will meowdel for yoo.
I also got Friskies Cheesy treats - a huge bag but I have to share with my fursibs. And I got a package of Churu's that I really love a lot. So I had a nice day celebrating me.
Recently my momma was purging an enormous box of papers in her office, and she came across my baby diary kept during the first months after I was rescued. I've given purrmission for her to publish the first month here for yoor viewing enjoyment.
Hurricane Ian Report
Compared to those who lost their lives and their homes in south Florida, we had literally nothing to complain about.
We lost power at 4am on Thursday and didn't get it back until 10:30 pm on Friday, and our Internet didn't return until Saturday noon. We lost everything in our refrigerator/freezer. And we lost a four-foot roof panel on our Catio. But no trees fell, and we didn't flood. So your prayers for us were answered.
From 1981 - 1999 Ray and I lived in Jacksonville located in Florida's Northeast corner. During those years we never experienced a hurricane. I think at the time I recall reading Florida was in a thirty year cycle where the hurricanes were busy devastating people on the other side of the world. So having returned to Florida in 2020, this was our very first hurricane.
Princess Bed Hog
Written by Hans Christian Andersen, The Princess and the Pea is a fairytale that makes even modern royalty look undemanding.
It tells the tale of an incredibly picky prince who was having trouble finding himself a bride.
Actually he knew who he wanted for his bride but she was a married woman who chain-smoked, and frankly she thought the whole idea of being under a microscope as the wife of the future king was rubbish.
Oh wait. That was a more recent prince.
Anyway, he was forced to look far and wide… rather, told his staff to look far and wide… yet continuously found himself paired with women who he didn’t believe were princesses because of things like bad table manners or being too thin. Or too fat.
Woody Boyd - a Real Yankee Doodle Dandy
We adopted Woody from a not-professional breeder cuz we were young n stoopid. But he was so sweet and incredibly smart.
He came to live with us maybe around 12 weeks of age. I had him saying his first word inside a week: Pretty. Which morphed into Pretty Pretty Pretty which morphed into Pretty Boy.
He learned his name. He called himself Woodo. “Hello Woodo” he would say into a mirror.
I recall saying “I don’t believe it” to him. He flew to my shoulder and pressed his beak to my mouth, his way of wanting to learn. He picked up that phrase incredibly fast and used it a lot.
A Severe Case of Do Too Much-itis
Well, it's been another crazy week here at Casa Wonderpurr, the place where I live. The tempurratures here in our small beachside town are already stinking up the place at 90 degrees making my pawrents sweaty and crabby. Not a good combination, I assure yoo.
This month we have been in this house two years. Yes, time is flying like hungry owls circling our Catio. Daddy continues to find stuff to repair, and Momma continues to be extremely vocal about how this house is like living in a shoe box.
Yesterday Daddy found a screw in the tire to Momma's car. Of course all four tires now need to be replaced as the car is at a certain age where stuff happens. The inside also stinks like an angry cat. However as there have been no angry cats inside the car, it's anybody's guess as to how that smell is purrmeating the inside. Mom thinks maybe a stray cat sprayed under the hood cuz that's where Daddy tucks a bag of stinky mothballs to discourage Sassy Squirrel from hiding his nut stash. He did that during the winter and also chewed the insulation around the engine.
The Struggle is Real
Go ahead and Google that word. I'll wait.
Anyway, this morning at precisely one second after midnight, Tuesday safely arrived, so yoo can all simmer down and catch yoor breaths. There's no use worrying about the inevitable until Sunday anyway.
By now I had hoped to report the completion of the novel my momma is working on, but sadly she continues to struggle to find quiet time to allow her brain to function where words flow into sentences and sentences flow into paragraphs that actually make sense. I fear the struggle is real, especially when a certain AssWabbit has his floofy foot in her back and spends his days pressuring her to work.
A Window to Positivity
Welcome to Tuesdays with Dori. *wavy paws*
My Friends, I have a good feeling about today. Yes, I spend my days behind closed doors in my castle suite because there is a crazy Wabbit running amok who is determined to hunt me like prey, but I prefer to focus on the positives in my life.
Like enjoying a toasty sun puddle shining through my private window that overlooks a beautiful garden where deer nom Daddy’s hibiscus and cute bunnies dine on fruit and veggies left by Momma.
I think of my view as a Window to Positivity.
There is a saying: “What you think about, you bring about.”
Do you actually listen to what is going on in your mind? What do you spend the most time thinking about?
Early to Bed
Hey, Pals. Rabbit here. I'm joining Feline Friday for the first time because I wanted to show off my new bed.
I'm a big boy, and Mom thought I looked cramped in the cat tree I used in my ZenDen. So she scoured the Facebook Marketplace and found a toddler's bed for sale. It is like new because the kid's school never had a sick kid to use it.
This weekend Mom is headed to a yard sale to see if she can find a proper set of sheets and maybe a comforter. Meanwhile I've got a couple of blankets.
Time Travel to Blogpaws 2014 - Conclusion
You know, no matter how old we pets are, there is still time to surprise our pawrents. For instance when Mom mentioned to our vet that she was concerned about how well I would do mixing it up with other pets at this conference, especially dogs because we never had a dog in our house, the vet told Mom she thought I would do extremely well. She said when I was around dogs at the vet (behind the scenes type of stuff while getting treatments) I was always chill, not at all upset with the barking.
Time Travel to Blogpaws 2014 - Day 3
Friends, there's nothing like getting sick when you're far from home. Me and Mom share this experience because on her first trip to Vegas a few years before me, she got food poisoning at the Treasure Island hotel after eating in their restaurant.
She got so sick, she asked Daddy to call for a doctor. Mom never asks for a doctor, but she was scared. The hotel wouldn't help Daddy, saying basically they weren't responsible. So Daddy had to put Mom in a cab and rush her to a nearby clinic. They wanted to admit her because she was severely dehydrated, but Mom had a plane to catch back home and said no. The trip back home was horrible, and because Treasure Island was so unsympathetic, Mom vowed to tell everyone she knew about her experience.
Anyway, here's what happened when I got rushed to Emergency:
Time Travel to Blogpaws 2014 - Day 2
What the Friskies! You back already? Boy, that was a short night. I barely got in my standard nine hour cat nap. Anyway! I guess you're here to read the diary I kept while I attended the Las Vegas BlogPaws 2014 convention. Go ahead and read below. I'm going back to bed.
DAY TWO: MAY 7, 2014
Time Travel To Blogpaws 2014 - Day 1
Hi pals, it's me Herman!!! back with an exciting week of Time Travel to 2014 when I flew to Las Vegas beside my pawrents to attend my first Blogpaws adventure. The week started out very exciting since I'd never been on a plane. But soon after we arrived, my pawrents realized I was in trouble and mom had to call 9-11.
I kept a diary of my adventure, as follows:
Dear Monday - You Are Hereby Cancelled
So far you are being blamed for Daddy stepping in a Gidget-gross hairball first step out of bed.
You are also to blame for crows tearing apart the trash bags on the curb shortly after my Dadders put them out.
You made Momma spill 95% of her breakfast shake, making a mess of epic proportions. Plus she had used the last of her strawberries and was devastated.
Also, the gooey drink dripped over the counter into the drawers, as well as soaked her shoes and shorts. Not a good look, I assure you.
Feline Social Director FAIL
We at It's a Wonderpurr Life have been aware for some time that retirement isn't all fun and games. And often those who are retired yearn for the good old days when they felt Vibrant and Necessary.
Our Dadders is feeling the pinch of being retired, and so is our beloved Herman!!! who still drags those three exclamation marks along behind his name. So, we have decided to bring back Herm's column with a fresh twist:
For today's post, Herman will time travel back to 2014 when he had just returned from his very first Blogpaws conference in Las Vegas. There he met Hauspanther Catification designer Kate Benjamin who inspired him to employ cat enhancement techniques in our home.
Please welcome back our beloved Hermie!!!
Thanks everybuddy. It's great to be back. You know, sometimes people who live with cats think all they need for a full life is food, water, and lots of love. That's not true. Here's a prime example of...
Feline Social Director FAIL!
Cats Are Like Rainbows
We at It's a Wonderpurr Life are joining Brian's Home Thankful Thursday Blog Hop by being very Thankful that our lovely supurr senior, ChauncieMarie, is doing well at the age of seventeen, despite having kidney disease.
Last Octopurr she was diagnosed, but the vet I took her to wasn't the right fit for us. So I chose another vet a little farther outside our neighborhood and hit the jackpot. ChauncieMarie got another exam and an update on her bloodwork. A little low on potassium, but still at low risk.
Rude Visitor at My House
Hi evfurrybuddy! It's me, Dori. *wavy paws*
Since moving to FloryDa we don't have many visitors at our house. Thank Cod, because the sound of the doorbell or *gasp!* strange knocking at the front door just ... just... turns me inside out.
I don't know what yoo do, but I hurl myself through the house and dive under the bed. Typically I use a Forward Dive, but there has been occasions when I've executed a Flying Hurdle ending with a Tuck Position. I know, very complicated diving terms, but I assure yoo, I am a pawfessional and have won blue ribbons from the judges.
So yesterday started out nicely with me wakey-waking Momma at six-thirty with a patty-paw to her cheek, followed by brushing whiskers over her eyes. I knew she was awake, but she's stubborn and pretended to still sleep. So I then licked her nose until she finally got up. Of course yoo know what happened next:
Emergency Sunday Selfie
Hi evfurrybuddy, this is Dori. *wavy paws* Yesterday I asked Momma to help me take a Selfie for the Sunday hop.
Unfortunately, Momma thinks she's funny, and when I saw my pikchure after posing, this is what I saw:
The Blessings of Easter Baskets
Hi evfurrybuddy! It's me, Dori *wavy paws* welcoming yoo to another Tuesdays with Dori. Except today is Thursday. We had a teknikal diffy-culty on Tuesday because our comments went into hiding. Thank yoo to Da Tabbies o Trout Towne for contacting us about this problem. So anyway, this is what my column was about on Tuesday:
Well, Spring has sprung at my house. Pretty flowers and fragrant breezes filled with the aroma of fresh-mowed grass. Orangey-red hibiscus and Mandevilla blooming in shades of bright yellow. Mysterious wildlife skulking through our yard, hidden by the Jurrassic Park-like jungle surrounding our catio.
Sunshine Girl
Dear Frens,
This past week I was helping my momma purge old photos and stuff off our computer when suddenly, we found this adorable video of me playing in my backyard. Filmed two years ago before we moved to FloryDa, we watched in silence, remempurring the good times that little backyard gave us.
Our backyard was actually very big, with a creek running through the backhalf. However, as Momma told me, shortly after they moved in, my brofur Hwermie bolted out the door, and Momma had to chase him down through several yards. She was fearful he would take a sharp right and jump into the creek.
He Who Must Not Be Tolerated
Hello Frens, this is Dori. *wavy paws*
Today is Tuesday, and I'm feeling distwessed.
First of all, I hope yoo are experiencing fresh air and sunshine now that Spring has sprung.
At my house Daddy purrchased flowers in blue and yellow and pink to brighten up our front porch. Those are Momma's favorite colors, and make her happy. Daddy says if color makes Momma happy, then by gosh he's going to buy every blue, yellow and pink colored flower he can find.
Now that I've got the pleasantries out of the way, back to me feeling distwessed.
Yoo see, because of the restwaining odor I have against He Who Must Not Be Tolerated, I am locked in my castle suite while he runs amok throughout the house. This is not fair. It should be HWMNBT locked up all day while I run amok. However, there's a rumor going around that he had a Freedom During the Day clause put into his adoption contwact.
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