Happy Jifabu Day


Did you know Tuesday was Scrabble Day?

As life simmers down to a dull roar around Chateau Wonderpurr, Ray and I are playing Scrabble more often, both the board game and on our phones. 

Ray isn't one to sit around watching television, and he isn't a big reader, so the challenge for me was finding something that would keep him entertained, other than exploring his new Facebook account, and showing me cute animal videos (the ones I'd just posted on my account.) He's still getting the hang of Facebook, and his other passion is exploring Class Rock videos on his phone at high volume, some of which I'd never heard, even though I grew up alongside him listening to Detroit Motown music. Float On by The Floaters is one example. 

Dieting Dreams and Microchipping Parents

 Hi everyone, welcome back to another Tuesdays with Dori.

It seems like I was just doing this a week ago. How time flies! 

This past week was super busy at my house. My pawrents weren't home so much, I was convinced they'd runned away from home. I am vewy upset because they are not microchipped and there was no way for me to put out an alert to find them. But every day they returned, mostly in time for our 4 o'clock dinner noms.

So yesterday my momma got her second Moderna vaccine. The first she breezed through without hardly any side effects, except for an achy arm, and she said that was mostly due to me sleeping on her upper arm all night long. I'm a vewy sound sleeper, by the way.

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.)

Next featured is...
Jack is the son of Peaches, the brother to Jesse the Toothless Wonder. Jack was born under a neighbor's deck in 2008, and when the neighbor shoo'd Peaches and kittens away... guess where they ended up? Jack had a bad experience with another neighbor who may or may not have hit him with a shovel. Mom never found out, but Jack went missing for a couple of weeks, and then when he returned he walked in circles. He spent a month at the vet, and when he returned, he never allowed anyone to pick him up again. He's reverted to being semi-feral, but we love him and he's very happy here in Flory-Da.

Next features is...
Candy is an intellectual. She's well-read, watches high-brow documentaries, and has a quirky love for coffee. At least for the smell of it. Mom refers to her as Caffeine Candy, especially when she tries to lick the Keurig machine. Candy traveled to Blogpaws Kansas City where she made the rounds with the Brands while me, Dori, hid out under the bed. Candy used to be my bestest furend until her boyfriend is K.C. aka Kevin Coopurr  arrived, rescued from our yard two years ago. They have a serious commitment to each other. *makes jealous gagging sounds.*

Next featured is...
Frank aka Fwank
Everyone knows Fwank arrived as an angry tomcat at the age of four. He was tired from no one loving him, and he had learned to be aggressive on the mean streets. However, our Mom took a chance on him, and even though he attacked Mom who fended him off with a broom, and shredded Daddy's leather jacket, Fwank soon learned about unconditional love. Today he's loved by everyone, and no longer shows any signs of the angry tomcat he once was.

Next featured is...
Momma always wanted an orange tabby, so when a little weenie kitten showed up in our yard, eating grass alongside the raccoons...and also a momma fox and her kit (yikes!) Mom rescued him. Opie is Jack's bestest friend, and is sweet on Peaches. We all love Opie, even though when he first joined our family he did not get along with Herman. Herman wanted to be the only Ginger in the house... but eventually they settled their differences. Today Opie is enjoying his Flory-Da retirement by relaxing in the Catio sunpuddles, or walking around the house in the wee hours of the morning, crying with his favorite orange ball in his mouth.

Next featured is...
Elly arrived four years ago after getting a tip from Mom's beloved Noah, a feral black darling who later passed from feline AIDS and leukemia that same year. Elly immediately made friends with Candy (and I immediately despised her because of that. Candy was MY bestest furend.) Anyway, today Elly has claimed our Daddy, and loves to snuggle with him all night long. She hardly waits for him to lie down, before she jumps on his chest and pushes her face into his. She doesn't mind at all that Daddy has asthma. And frankly, Mom thinks Daddy doesn't mind either. He looooves his "Miss Elly."

Next featured is...

Let's try another selfie, shall we?
Next is Rabbit aka Hermes LuxuryCat aka AssRabbit
Wabbit is a Turkish Van like our Hermie, but he's nothing like Herman. Where Herman is sweet and lovable, and always well behaved... Wabbit has no filter, and is in constant need of entertainment. If he's bored, watch out. He goes looking for something to entertain himself, and that usually means hunting me, Dori. He has been jumping on me and putting the bitey on my neck for three years. Momma puts him in tee shirts that act like thundershirts to simmer him the hekk down. And it works. Mom doesn't want to keep him on any kind of sedative, because Vans are naturally active and curious and...frankly, out of control. Good thing Daddy has the energy to keep Wabbit entertained. Together they are always finding some adventure to wear Wabbit out. He's a handsome dood, though. And when he's not biting my neck or chasing the seniors under the bed, he really is a nice guy.

And finally, I've shaved the bestest selfie for last.
I would like to be an only child. Except for Hwermie, of course. And Fwank. I could be very happy just being an only child with them. Since moving to Flory-Da I've found my inner AssRabbit. Guess I've been influenced by yoo know who. These days I like to climb the shelves in Momma's closet, and I like to chase Gidget (I've never liked her) and I run around with my dolly - a stepped-on old Mylar ball - mostly in the wee hours of the morning, crying for everyone to meet Dolly. I sleep with my Momma every night, under the cover, and recently I've decided I love the taste of Aveeno night cream on her face. My favorite hobby is playing with baby dwagons in the Catio. 

Manatee Springs

Welcome to another Tuesdays with Dori. I'm yoor hostess, Dori. *wavy paws*

I hope yoo all enjoyed a beautiful Easter. Spwing is in the air, with flower blooming and sun puddles popping up in some of my favorite places both inside my home, and outside in my Catio.

Today I want to share wif yoo a special place here in Flory-Da reserved for Manatees. 

A Peopley Kind of Week

Humans are exhausting. I live with two, so I know what I'm meowing about.

Last week I was denied my social media experience because my meowmy was overwhelmed by stuff like the air conditioning system being replaced on Wednesday, so Chevy and my daddy cat Nikolas had to spend all day in Jesse's room, and Nik of course peed on something cuz that's how he rolls... Then on Caturday my pawrents were waked up by the front sidewalk being ripped up and twee woots being chopped out at six o'clock in the morning. 

You see, the week before Daddy got a notice from the HOA peoples that the sidewalk needed to be replaced. The house is 15 years old and that twee has been growing woots for at least ten, so why after being here nine months or so do my pawrents have to shell out the big bucks to get it replaced? Because that's how Life at Chateau Wonderpurr has been since we moved here. It's the gift that keeps on giving...or rather, taking.

Not my pwoblem! Why should my social media suffer?

I asked Momma, but she had no answer. She just sighed and went to wescue Elly who was screaming because Wabbit was chasing her. I've noticed Momma buying a lot of wed wine lately.

Life at Chateau Wonderpurr is a give and take of constant energy swirling in a vortex of anxiety mixed with unexpected events. A phone call might bring joy or growling under brefs. That's why I don't have a pawphone. I get enough joy from playing wif my dolly, and growling when Wabbit hunts me and gwabs me by my neck to woll me like dice.

Good news is that Momma got her first vaccine, and Daddy gets his this coming Thursday. One impawtent step toward getting the Normal back to our lives. Momma got the Moderna and had a little ache in her arm, but it was gone in a day or so, and she had no other side effects.

On Friday my pawrents drove to Daytona Beach so Daddy could buy his brother a biker tee shirt for his birthday. During Bike Week its very peopley so they avoided the area during BW. A week later they found a shop and bought the tee, and then decided to walk down to the beach to see if they could find a good place on the water for lunch. 

As they walked they passed Carol's Cat House, and there was Carol on the doorstep, smoking like a chimney. At least she smoked outside, away from the clothes she sold and the cats she had in the back room. By now I'm sure evfurryone knows that ciggie butt smoke clings to our furs and when we lick the furs, we ingest the toxins. Momma knows someone who smokes who has lost several pets to cancer, and yet she still smokes. So sad.

Anyway, this Carol lady is a rescuer, and spends a lot of time and money TNRing the strays who live around the local cemetery. She and Momma talked for about ten minutes, and then Daddy dragged Momma off because when Mom is talking Rescue, time stands still. The beach was crowded and the only restaurant with a view was Bubba Gumps, which isn't a favorite of Daddy's, so they drove down to Flagler Beach to their favorite place on the water. No peoples, and a table was available in the sunshine overlooking the water. Turns out it was the best decision of the day.

We are now enjoying nicer days with Spring officially here. Daddy planted Banana trees in our Catio, which will fruit teeny nanners. When my pawrents lived in Jacksonville they had a huge banana plant in their yard. It took a few years but eventually produced sweet bananas.

Well, that's my wepawt for this week. But before yoo scamper off, please enjoy a moment from my Catio:

Until Next Time...