Hey, everyone, this time, I decide to start this cherish meme, here are some ways (depends on which person you write), and bring our love to Miss Peach~! She always makes us know what love is!

1. tell us what is the most sweetest warm thing you will do to your mommy (what is the sweetest thing that your kitty will do to you)

2. And, hug your mommy, tightly... (and, hug your kitty....tightly...)

3. Tag your good friend...

4. Leave your computer, and continuing hug each other...

Jeter Harris tagged all his friends, so that's who tagged me. I am my mom's snuggle bunny. If her arms and lap are free, I'm there to warm her heart with my purrs and headbutts. If she's in her big brown chair, and her lap is filled with her MacBook, then I recline above her head. Whenever mom looks up at me, I place one paw on her right shoulder, reach my head down, snuggle her cheeck and purr deeply into her ear. She reaches up and scritches me behind my ear. Others may sleep in my spot on top of the recliner, but I'm the only one who uses our secret snuggle. I'm in my snuggle position right now, purring away awaiting mom's signal. What I'd really like is for her to put that laptop down so I can lie down in her lap. Hurry up mom. Miss Peach, I'm purring away for you. Please feel no pain. We love you.

We tag anyone else who loves Miss Peach and hasn't been tagged.

Sophies Vet Visit

Poor Sophie was aghast to return to the v-e-t yesterday. She needed to get what mom thought was the last of her kitten shots. Turns out that mom procrastinated so long about getting them done that the vet wants to give her another shot of distemper and lukemia. That's after having her surgery on Tues. probably when they remove her stitches. Mom's feeling guilty for not realizing that the timing of the shots was very important. Poor Sophie, who normally doesn't make a peep was wailing during thw whole ride in the beige machine. She trembled and tried to hide during the visit. Mom still worries about what Sophie is going to think when she's taken to get her garden removed on Tues. I think mom will feel better once it's all over. If you're able, please send Sophie a few purrs on Tues. am. She's being dropped off at 7 am PST.

Thank you and Toodles,
Tyler

I Don't Do Costumes

I thought my mom knew me well enough to not attempt to humiliate me this way, but I was wrong. I explained to her that no amount of "pretty pleases" or Temptations or even pieces of chicken will get me to sit still and allow her to put that thing on me. Not only do I not wear clothes, but I would never tolerate being turned into a PIG. I'm the thin one around here. There isn't anything pig-like about me. My sisters Kali and Cookie are the piggies around here. Mom, didn't even try the costume on them. She was afraid she'd lose a hand. Just Jake and me, but we both ran around the bed like we were on fire. She got the idea that we DO NOT do costumes. Okay mom? You can just buy us prizes for being so cute with your own green things. Um I think we need a couple of more Millie type beds, another Whirly bird, (Jake broke the last one.), lots of those dried fishies, dried chicken, dried turkey and dried beef, and any toys that theyr'e selling at the Siamese place. OK mom? You owe me for just trying to put that pink thing on me.

I will leave the costuming to you, my friends.

I'm so sorry I've been gone for so long. It's you know who's fault. She hasn't been taking pictures and she has been feeling a lot of pressure at work so I didn't even dare ask her to help me with the blogging. As it was, we barely got enough loving. Times are still rough, but I'm trying to get her to lead a more balanced life. I hope to be to all of your blogs soon. I love and miss you all. Sophie is scheduled to go under the knife in the first week of Nov. She'll do wonderfully. I'll nurse her back to health (not literally).

Bye for now,
Tyler

Sophie's Operation

Hi there everycat, it's me, Sophie! I'm here this morning to tell you my very bad news. My mom says we're going to the V-E-T today to talk to him about having my "garden removed." I don't know what my garden is, but I think I'm just fine as I am. I don't want to have anything taken away. I'm very scared. I'm afraid it will hurt. Mom says it will hurt for a bit. She promises to take very good care of me...but still I'd prefer to keep my garden in place. Did any of you girls out there have your gardens stolen? Did it hurt? Do you have any advice for getting better sooner? Thanks in advance. I'll tell you when my big day is once my
V- E -T tells me.

This is Cookie here. I asked Tyler if I could post this picture of me playing. Can you see the fishing line at the bottom of the picture? It's connected to a very tiny little mousie that I LOVE to capture. I want you all to know that I have a playful side to my personality. I'm not just a grump like some cats (Tyler, Jake, Sophie and/or Kali) might try to portray me as. I really am a loving poodin except when another cat tries to crowd into my territory.

We all hope everyone has a wonderful rest of the weekend. We hope to be able to come around to visit more often. Tyler's been pouting up a storm because mom hasn't been able to sit down and help him blog and visit all of his friends here.

Tyler: Cookie, I don't pout. I just whine a little. Mom used to help me blog every day. Now she comes home from work, gets out more work and hardly has time to pet me or my sibs.

Mom: Sorry kids. You guys are right. Work has been crazy busy. I'm afraid it's going to be that way for a little bit longer. I miss hleping you blog Tyler. I'll do my best to help you out as much as I can. Now lets go visit some blogs Tyler.

Tied, Even

Mom here: Last night I came home to an extra loving Cookie. She was all lovey dovey and all over me. I held up the collar and allowed her to attack it.

This morning, after my 3 am trip to the restroom, I did slip the collar on Cookie's head without even a protest. It's as if we had both decided it wasn't worth the pain of yesterday's struggle. She is a good girl underneath her grumpy exterior.

I've never told anyone how I found her. She showed up at my school on a rainy day. During recess my next door neighbour teacher complained about a crying cat outside her window. I agreed to take her. It turned out to be Cookie, a three month old or so brown tabby. At lunch I ran out to the nearest 7 and 11 and bought her food and litter. Made her a makeshift litter box. She ate for 20 minutes straight then curled up into one of my students laps and fell asleep for the rest of the day. The poor thing hadn't eaten or rested in a long time.

Later on that day I heard that "she belonged to" a boy and his cousin. I asked for them to come speak to me. They did claim the girl as theirs. I wasn't going to give her up without a fight because of how hungry and sleepy she'd been. I called their parents and they said that the boys had been bringing her into the house, but whenever the mom or the aunt discovered her they would chase her out with a broom. So my little girl had a very rough start at life. When she awoke from her nap her first action towards me was to bite my fingers as I had waved them in front of her face. I knew she was going to be a character. She was named by my class after the main character in "Cookie's Week." I vowed never to let a class name a cat again because they leave me but the cat name stays. When Sophie showed up last Spring, I insisted on naming her. I can't remember what that group wanted to name her, Victoria I think. That's all for now. Lynn

Cookie 1, Mom 0

We had a difficult morning at our house. It all started at around 3 am when mom had to get out of bed to use the human litter box. Cookie sleeps on my mom's tummy and she had to be moved which always ticks Cookie off. When mom came back to bed, she had to move Cookie again because she had settled puts her feet when she sleeps. The kittens and I had all the other prime bed spots. So lets just say little Miss Cookie was angry. Later on that morning, Cookie was firmly reestablished at the foot of the bed on mom's side. Mom was already up and about when she ran across Cookie's collar on the bedroom floor. It was still closed tight. She shook it at my sister and kiddingly asked her what the meaning of that was. Cookie narrowed her eyes and said, "I don't wear collars anymore." Well mom grabbed my sister and wrapped her up in a towel burrito. Cookie started growling and even nipped her hand. I came out from the kitchen crying, "Whacha doin' Ma? Why's Cookie so upset? Can't you just let her go."Mom couldn't find the collar so she did let her go. Cookie ran to the living room and jumped on the back of the couch. Mom followed with the found collar. She asked Cookie if she could just please put it on her. You see, my sister used to be a runner. She would dart out the door. She doesn't have a microchip so mom wants her to wear her collar. Cookie just growled and wouldn't stop growling no matter what sweet talk she heard. Finally when mom went to sit down Cookie came and sat kinda near her. Mom was still sweet talking her and placed a whole mess of fish flakes in front of her as a peace offering.

Mom here: I'm at work ready to go home, wondering what the girl may have done as revenge. She does urinate on my dirty clothes basket or my bathroom rug when she's angry. I'm hoping she'll be asleep and I can slip this collar onto her without a fuss. If she protests at all I'm going to put it away until the weekend when we're both well be rested.

Hope you all have had a better morning than we have.