Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Hello, Peeps and Kittehs!

It has been a very busy year so far, and we haven't had time to keep our bloggie up to date.  but Mom has allowed me some special time on the computer this evening to update all our furriends.

First, we had a sad time.  On April 13th, 2016, Tigger had to be helped to cross the Rainbow Bridge.  He was Munchkin's best buddy, so she was pretty sad for quite a while, and of course, Mom and Dad and Auntie all cried.  Mom swears she doesn't play favorites, but I think Tigger was her favorite.

He was laid to rest in the yard, next to Patches, because they were the first two kittehs Mom and Dad got when they first got together.

Then on July 7th, 2016, (last Thursday, from where I am writing), we had another sad time.  Bobbie had a terrible accident.  Dad had a big ball thing up on a stand.  Mom called it a globe; it had maps or something on it, but it was too high, and roly-poly for us to get up and see.  (I think they did that on purpose.)

Anyway, near the bottom of the stand was a small shelf, with scrollwork cutouts.  Bobbie and her sister have always and forever laid under there to nap, since they were tiny kittens.  So, Thursday, Bobbie was under there, as usual.  Mom came in the back door to do something, walked past Bobbie, and all of a sudden, she heard Bobbie scream, and take off running as fast as she could go.

Mom tried to catch her, and see what was wrong, but Bobbie moved too fast for her.  Then mom saw it:  the tip end of Bobbie's tail was stuck in the shelf!  She'd gotten it caught, and panicked, and then, when she took off running, she yanked it clean off!  

Mom knew she had to get her to the vet right away, but Bobbie didn't want to be caught!  She led Mom and Dad a merry chase all over the house before they finally corralled her to put her in the carrier.  Unfortunately, the vet was not able to re-attach the piece of tail; they said there really was very little actual tissue there, and not enough to work with.  So, they closed over the end of the tail that was still attached to Bobbie, and sewed her up.

The vet bill was over $300, and Mom and Dad are already on a fixed income, so Mom is asking for anyone who is able to help out, to please send any donations to her Pay Pal at: .  Several folks have already helped from Face Book, so she is about halfway to the goal amount.  Even a very small bit will help, and thank you very much.
If you can't afford to help, don't feel bad; we understand:  then just send good wishes through the universe for Bobbie's fur to grow back in quickly so her tail looks nice again, instead of shaved. 

Bobbie had a short, stubby little pom-pom tail anyhow, and it probably won't be noticeably shorter, but she won't have the pom-pom anymore.  Mom is very distraught that she wasn't able to save Bobbie from this awful accident, and says she can't "un-see" it all happening.  I don't know what humans mean by that, but I guess it isn't good.

I wish I knew a joke or something to lighten this post, as it is all sad news.

Respectfully submitted,
Jigsaw Puzzle, Esq.,
Official Spokescat

Thursday, December 10, 2015

Hey, Nugget!! I see what you said--you stole MY keyboard!

Humph!  Nugget has some nerve talking about me like that!

I have seen him AND Munchkin, for that matter, also chasing their own tails!!  So there!

And Tigger just fell off the cat tree by doing nothing but having a nap.  So he is a klutz, too!

(Nugget swipes the keyboard)

Yeah, but at leas' me and Munchie have da sense to chase tail on da floor, so we doesn't fall off da bed!  (Sticks tongue out.)

(Jigsaw pushes Nugget off the keyboard)

Hey!  I am the official spokes-cat, and this is MY keyboard!!

(Nugget swipes keyboard back)

No, it izn't--iz mom's--she jus' lets you use it sometimes!

(Mom takes the keyboard)

Okay, you two!  If you're going to fight over it--out of the office!  Both of you!

(Shoos cats and shuts door.)

Saturday, December 5, 2015

Ha Ha Ha!! Jigsaw Puzzle is a Klutz!

  Dis is Nugget, and I has to tell on Jiggy.  He is a clumsy kitty, and he duz such silly things!

Da other day, he wuz on mom's bed  (well, really, it's OUR bed you know; we just let her sleep there), and he wuz chasin' hiz own tail!  Silly boy.

Den, he got so buzy wif dat, he furgot to watch where he wuz goin', and he fell right of da edge of da bed!  MOL!!!  He wuz embarrisded, and left da room...

Iz too bad mom didn't haz da camera thingy to take a bideo!

Haz you effer heard of anyfing so silly az a kitteh chasing his tail?  We thot dat wuz a doggie fing!

Thursday, October 1, 2015

Interloper Update

HA!  We are having the last word!  In my last post (before Tigger stole the keyboard from me and whined about his stupid furs), I mentioned that an interloper has arrived.  We are still not happy.

Lil' Miss Fuzz seems to play with her sometimes, and sometimes, so does Nugget, but mostly, we are ready to pounce.  We are making very sure that she stays confined to the front of the house, and does not get to go into the peeps' rooms down the hallway.

In fact, we even forced mom to buy another litter box which has to be in the dining room, and mom hates that. She started out with a box there for her, and slowly moved it along until she had Shadow using the bathroom boxes, but we fixed that in a hurry! 

Now, Shadow will not use our boxes in the bathrooms, mainly because we won't let her in the hallway! So, she was doing her business on the dining room carpet, and mom was really mad.  We win!

And now, because that box is there, we use it as well, just to be sure she knows her place in this house.  Which is, of course, not in this house!  We hope mom and dad will throw her back outside.

If they carry her back to the bedrooms, she will explore a little bit, but then, one of us will come in, and make her feel like she has to get out of there, and then the rest of us are stationed all along the hall, and she has to run the gauntlet to get by all of us without getting whapped or hissed at.

If she spends all day hiding under the dining room table, that's fine with us.  Mom and dad scold us, and tell us to 'be nice,' but we don't listen.  I think I will put an ad on e-bay for a cheap cat.

Jigsaw Puzzle, Esq.

Thursday, September 17, 2015

Tigger is Annoyed

Dis is Tigger speaking.  I iz not happy.  I haz not been feelings good, and mom and dad are stuffing nasty-tasting stuff in my mouf every morning and evening.  Yuck!

Then, I keep gettin stuffed in mai carrier and took to da V-E-T.  Today, wuz furry humiliating.  Dey cutted off all mai belleh furz and smeered some cold goo all offur mai belleh, and goin round and round wif some kind of ball thingy.

It didn't hurt, but I wuz not happy.  How long will it takes for mai furz to grow back?  I iz nekkid underneath.  Iz not funny.

Signed, Da Tigger

Sunday, September 13, 2015

Another Interloper!

Mom and dad are in the dog house again!  Well, wait; we don't have a dog, so how can we put them there?  That's a funny thing to say, don't you think?

But there is another new kitty living here.  Oh, it all started out innocently enough; they took pity on her because she was outdoors, and it was getting toward winter last year.  And she's a tiny thing.  Poor kitty.

Then, they started stealing our foods to take out to give this stranger.  We hissed and batted at her though the window, but it made no difference.  And then, they made her a shelter from the cold outside.

That was fine.  Then she disappeared for a while.  It turns out, they had put her inside the shop with Patches.  She wasn't gone at all.

The next thing we know, they are bringing her inside our space a few times a week.  Our space!!   The nerve of these humans!  We hissed our displeasure, and we were scolded, told to "be nice; she's a guest."  

Guest, my tail fur!  Pretty soon, she was inside more and more, and now, if you can believe it, she lives here!  The outrage!  

I guess some of us have sort of come to terms with her being here, but we aren't really all that thrilled.  She's a gray kitty, and the humans think she's mostly what they call a "Russian Blue."  She's little, but she can dish out some pretty solid paw-whaps.  They named her "Shadow."

Here is her picture.  

Shadow lurking near OUR cat tree...

It was a few months after this girl arrived that Patches crossed the Rainbow Bridge, so our count is stable at 7 cats. 

 The humans claim they love us all; and all cats.  Should we believe them?  I hope they don't try to make all cats live here.  We don't have room.  What do you think?

Jigsaw Puzzle, Esq.  
Official Spokescat

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Update on Tigger

What with the upset over losing Patches, and numerous other unfortunate distractions in our personal lives, Mom forgot to allow me to write a post about Tigger.

He is doing much better, and is now on medication.  At first, he had to take it every day, then the dose was cut to just half a pill, then half a pill every other day.  After that, it was half a pill every three days, but it turned out, he could not maintain on that dosage, and began throwing up again.

All the while he was also on a special prescription diet food, and none of the rest of us were allowed to have any, because Mom said it was very expensive.  I don't know what that means, exactly, but I think it has something to do with the humans' green papers.

So, Tigger is back on the every-other-day pill dose, and it looks like he will have to take that medicine for the rest of his life.  Something about an irritable stomach or something in his insides.  I don't know; I'm not a doctor, just a cat reporter.
Tigger on his trunk 

And Mom says she cannot afford the 'spensive food for him, and he is back eating with the rest of us, and seems to be fine.  So it was the medicine and not the food that helped him.  Mom is relieved about that, because the medicine is not so very many green papers.

Tigger is still a lot thinner than he was, but he is not so skinny as he got for a while, either.  He has put back some of his weight, and the v-e-t- said that was a good thing.  I guess.  We still hiss at each other.  

Jigsaw Puzzle, Esq., reporting