December 23, 2022
The Gift of Rescue
November 03, 2022
The Worst Halloween Ever
October 31, 2010. The day my nightmare as a Cat Mom came true.
November 01, 2022
October 11, 2022
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.
July 12, 2022
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.
July 05, 2022
Woody Boyd - a Real Yankee Doodle Dandy
Celebrating the memory of the incredible Woody Boyd, a cockatiel born on the Fourth of July 1987.In hindsight I should have called him Yankee Doodle.
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.
February 11, 2022
Celebrating ChauncieMarie at 17
This week our lovely French girl, ChauncieMarie, turned 17.
She lived in the field surrounding our neighborhood in Mississippi when we moved there in 2006. All the homes were brand new, and as each family moved in, we collectively became a larger family, making memories often on the driveways after work accompanied by wine and laughter.
Almost immediately word got out that a community of cats lived nearby, as they approached each homeowner for handouts. Of course I was a sucker for anyone homeless, and left out kibble and fresh water for the needy. And, of course, that brought in the gang of raccoons, but that's another story.
I'd moved to Southaven with nine cats from Kentucky. There had been a barn on the corner where too many unwanted cats congregated, and I adopted those who found me, among them Herman.
August 19, 2021
Proud of my Black Cat DNA
Hi evfurryone. It's me, Dori! *wavy paws* Sorry I didn't post this on Tuesday, but my brofur Wabbit was wurking his Golden AssWabbit Awards, and if I posted then the pals who visited our blog to vote would get confoozed.
My momma was black and beeUteeful. Her name is Annie. On a cold Decempurr night, she arrived on her own to my future forever home's backyard, looking for food and shelter for her family, comprised of her husband, and four 2-month-old kittens. She found raccoon noms, but when my future Meowmy saw her, she put out special kitteh noms.
Alas, my future pawrents were leaving the next morning to spend Christmas in Michigan. Momma told our sitter, Michelle, to leave extra noms out for Annie. So when Momma returned, not only did she see Annie, but she also met the rest of us!
My daddy, Nikolas:
June 17, 2021
Celebrating Caffeine Candy
Caffeine Candy got her nickname when she took to licking the Keurig nozzle after I made morning coffee. Thankfully she kicked the habit, and I no longer need to disinfect before I have my brew.
When Candy first joined our family, I could tell she had been homeless for awhile, but clearly she once knew the comforts of indoor living. She easily adapted to the resident members of the Gang, particularly Dori, who was thrilled to have a girlfriend near her age to play with.
A year after moving to Florida, Candy is loving life, with whatever memories she may have had of her past existence as a scrawny stray far behind her. She sleeps curled up each night in K.C.'s arms, and lounges on the Catio with her beloved never far from her side. While all of the Wonderpurr Gang has embraced Candy, it is clear to me that K.C. has been the ultimate benefactor of whatever nucleus of calm acceptance Candy possesses. I only recently came to the realization that I may have physically brought K.C. in out of the cold, but it was Candy who actually rescued him from his traumatized life. To put it simply: he adores her with every cell in his being.
April 11, 2021
Celebrating National Pet Day - Truly It's a Wonderpurr Life
Today everyone is celebrating National Pet Day. I don't know about yoor house, but at my house EVERY DAY is NATIONAL PET DAY.
We love posing for selfies so today we are featuring several members of the Wonderpurr Gang that actually tolerate our momanager aka pawpawrazzi's camera in our faces.
The first featured is our beloved leader, Hwermie, aka Herman TattleCat. Hwermie has enjoyed an illustrious career as Sherlock Herms, a Purranormal Detective. He's traveled extensively to far away places like Michigan, Smokey Mountains Tennessee, Nashville, Myrtle Beach, SC, and Las Vegas (he actually flew next to our mom in the plane to Vegas where he walked the red carpet at Blogpaws.)
February 19, 2021
But First, Rumi by Chitra Ramaswami
This new author is an unexpected Hero to the Omani Mau (street cats). What Chitra Ramaswami went through to rescue Rumi impressed me greatly, for I too, am a champion of homeless cats.
As Ms Ramaswami says, the
cats she usually saw on the streets are very thin. Sickly. Initially she has
only mild interest in the cats. In Oman, street cats are a part of life, but
life outside the home walls. Feeding them is not encouraged. The cats must
fight among themselves for whatever scraps they can find in the trash bins.
Chitra, in fact, brought home a sickly, but feral kitten as a child, however it
erupted in panic, leaving scratches before being set free, confirming in her
mind the accepted notion that street cats were not meant to be pets.
She does not consider herself a cat person when the book opens. She has a rabbit back in New Jersey where her husband works, and muses she would like to have a dog someday. However Fate has other ideas when a scrawny ginger-white cat appears in her path. The moment the cat lifts his head to gaze at Chitra with tired, golden eyes filled with a melancholic emptiness, the stars align.
Chitra says she always
leaves a little room in her heart for the unexpected. Rumi’s arrival is
certainly unexpected, but in her heart Chitra soon realizes her initial promise
to her family to find this sweet stray a home is futile. Rumi and Chitra are
meant to be together.
BUT FIRST, RUMI is a
well-told weave of one woman’s determination to overcome her native country’s
prejudice against helpless cats. I applaud her for answering the call of caring
for the Oman street cats when few others do, and I look forward to future novels
by this talented author.
February 09, 2021
Celebrating the GotchaBirthDay of ChauncieMarie
Today we celebrate ChauncieMarie turning sixteen. Born in Southaven, Mississippi, she was pregnant and homeless when she roamed into a newly built neighborhood. She begged for food from people who named her Chauncey cuz they thought she was a boy in spite of her being obviously knocked up.
After giving birth she left her daughters (one black, one tabby) with the clueless couple whose sons named them Bucket and Barney. She then moved across the street to take refuge with people who recognized her as being both female and French. They named her ChauncieMarie, and soon she was living a quiet life with eleventy billion other homeless strays.
Life with a Crazy Cat Lady has been both a blessing to CM, and a curse when the CCL adopted the narcissistic AssRabbit who loves to chase old ladies. Recently CM retired to Flory-Da where she reached a new high with her people by suddenly spending the whole night sitting between their pillows, hovering over them while they sleep.
Shunning the feel of any and all blanket-type material for reasons known only to her, ChauncieMarie is celebrated for being a sweet, gray-whiskered beauty, always in the background of our crazy household, and yet very much a part of who are all are.
These days CM is pretty darn healthy, without need of any medications. She is able to jump onto the bed without stairs, and doesn't have bad breath or mottled furs. And she makes the cutest little French "oomph" sound when touched.
Always boy crazy, CM's newest crush is Jesse the Toothless Wonder, former member of the Garage Band up until this past year when he lost his tooths to stomatitis. Jesse is the son of Alpha Queen Peaches. Now he has the cat apartment allll to himself, cuz the rest of us aren't all that happy he's moved indoors. And yet while he's parked on the back of the sofa every night so we get used to him, CM gazes at him with sincere affection.
On a side note, CM's daughters, Bucket and Barney, still reside with her original food-givers in Southaven. It is rumored Bucket...or Barney... is near identical to their mom.
Join me in celebrating ChauncieMarie, our very favorite French girl.
February 05, 2021
Aries Asks...Are Mew Ready for some Football?
Hi pals, it's me Rabbit, welcoming you to another Feature Friday. Are mew ready for some football? This Sunday, February 7th, is the Kitten Bowl ... along with some other kind of football game... and my wonderpurr furend Aries, the Cat Ambassador, will be featured in a profile during the Kitten Bowl, on the Hallmark Channel.
In case you don't know Aries, he's a handsome black mancat who uses his disability to bring awareness, not to only black cats, but also to special needs pets. Aries, you see, was born deformed, but not defeated with twisted, hyper-extended rear legs with very tight tendons. However, because he walks without pain, and surgery would surely leave him in life-long pain, the decision was made not to operate.