We are going to spoil my Dad today and make it an extra special day for him.
Here's to Dads everywhere..............for all you do, this day's for YOU!
Love, Sammy
Sunday, June 19, 2016
Happy Father's Day!
Happy Father's Day to All Dads Everywhere! We honor and love our Dads EVERY DAY but today is "their" day according to the calendar.
We are going to spoil my Dad today and make it an extra special day for him.
Here's to Dads everywhere..............for all you do, this day's for YOU!
We are going to spoil my Dad today and make it an extra special day for him.
Here's to Dads everywhere..............for all you do, this day's for YOU!
Saturday, June 18, 2016
Happy International Box Day!
Enjoy International Box Day
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| Hi all you Tabby Cats! A nice big box is purrfect for a dainty little girl like me |
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| A big box is nice but sometimes I feel, well, exposed. Like someone is watching me |
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| Here, try this one Timmy. |
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| Thank You Miss Fitz You are welcome my brofur |
Happy International Box Day
Have fun friends
Timmy Tomcat
Miss Fitz
International Box Day
Hi evfurry..we are late to post our box pic because the Mum has been using our boxes to help her burn off !
I mean really Mum ??
So we found a couple of pics from past posts and i think a new one..
Anyone have a spare box we can move into?
Paw Pats Pickles xxxxx
I mean really Mum ??
So we found a couple of pics from past posts and i think a new one..
Anyone have a spare box we can move into?
I prefer Chewy boxes
Happy International Box Day
I oh so love boxes and my favorite ones are the ones you find around Christmas time. You can find all kinds of neat things in them.
Hope you have a nice box to play in and celebrate International Box Day today!!!
Happy happy happy ... International Box Day!!
Last year, I let y'all know that Grace just isn't "into" boxes (double meaning there!), but her boys sure are. They love to play with and in boxes of all sizes, any time of year!
Here's a video taken in 2006 when they were about 4 months old and Grace was still a very watchful mommacat!
Happy Box Day, everyone!!
International Box Day!
Oh How I Love A Comfy Box!
Today is Box Day all across the Blogosphere......
(Graphic by Ann of Zoolatry)
Something all of us can relate to right? No matter what size we are, we think every box will fit us if we pop inside.....some do and some don't but we're too proud to admit if they're too small and will wedge ourselves in.....and if too big - there's a comfy corner inside it that's just right!
Boxes are wonderful "temporary beds" and hiding spots......
I always look forward to Christmas morning because I can try out EVERY SINGLE BOX that I see!
See? They ALL fit!
The TCC celebrates boxing day..............and we offer you a TCC Pawticipation Badge in honor of this most FUN day so you can display it on your blog or page to show you DO know a good box when you see one!
HAPPY BOXING DAY!
Hugs, Sammy
International Box Day!
It's one of my favorite days - International Box Day!!!
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| Graphic by Zoolatry |
Boxes are great......it doesn't matter if they are small...
or if you have to share them.....
and especially nice when tasty treats are in them!!
How about you? What kind of boxes do you like?
Thursday, June 16, 2016
May Birthday for Ali
Ali, aka Her Royal Cuteness turned 15 on May 12th 2016.
She still has her own blog, Musings of a Senior Kitty and is active in Cat Scouts.
Wednesday, June 15, 2016
Run Free Angel Missy Blue Eyes, Angel William & Angel Mousie
11:04am
“What greater gift than the love of a cat.”
MOUSIE
Mousie has died.
I am beyond devastated.
On Wednesday eve 8th June I was laying in bed, trying to sleep with terrible anxiety for no apparent reason. When I woke on Thursday, my first thought was, ‘I would be so devastated if Mousie was to die now’.
At 11:04am I received a text from Miranda, Mousie’s owner:
“Sorry to tell you that Mousie is not v well and in pain. Vet doing tests for
pancreatitis. Will have results this afternoon.”
As you can imagine, I was in shock, kind of freaky how I knew. I have always maintained I was psychically connected to Mouse. I still believe this to be.
I went to visit with her and stayed for 2.5 hours. It was
so painful, she was so knocked out on kitty morphine and dribbling. Her pupils
were huge and she just wasn’t there. I would like to think that she recognised
me. She came out of her hiding place in the basement. When I called for her in
the sing-song way that I always do, “Mou-sie!” “it’s the MOU-SIE!”. She was
very slow to come over, in so much pain. Laying on her front, not her usual
side/back with tummy on display, which is understandable she would not want me
to rub it. She purred a tuneful purr, not the usual purr, so I shall assume the
noise was because of her terrible discomfort as purrs can sometimes mean pain.
She was loving getting her head scratched, and I sat
there patting her for hours. Her owner came down to the basement to give her
the morphine exactly on schedule at 5pm. She was obviously traumatised by the
morphine injection, which was done orally by syringe. So she walked around a
bit, and went to hide in a dark, secure spot.
I was sitting on the floor, which is quite difficult for
me due to my bad lower back, and she was sitting there too, so out of it. I
kept talking to her, telling her how great she is and how she has helped me and
how she has comforted me in my toughest times. And how much I love her. And I
did love her. And I do love her.
I went back to my flat and anxiously awaited text from
her owner.
At 7:33pm I wrote and asked if she heard back. This was the response: “Yes, they have got back to me, but we’ve been digesting the news. She definitely has pancreatitis. After discussing the options with the vet, and much familial discussion/weeping, we’ve decided that she will be put to sleep tomorrow”. I stared at my phone and cried. I knew this was inevitable, but reading it was horrid. I wanted to go to the vet’s office with her, but she said she preferred to go and be alone with Mouse, but I was welcome to come up and see her before they went. (I fully respect the owners decision).
At 7:33pm I wrote and asked if she heard back. This was the response: “Yes, they have got back to me, but we’ve been digesting the news. She definitely has pancreatitis. After discussing the options with the vet, and much familial discussion/weeping, we’ve decided that she will be put to sleep tomorrow”. I stared at my phone and cried. I knew this was inevitable, but reading it was horrid. I wanted to go to the vet’s office with her, but she said she preferred to go and be alone with Mouse, but I was welcome to come up and see her before they went. (I fully respect the owners decision).
I got to see her again in the morning, Friday 10th
June (this will now be known as the worst day of my life). I got there at
8:15am and sat down again, and she came up to me. I did not want to take
pictures, and I just wanted to think it was a very bad dream. I did not sleep a
wink and I looked like hell, but I didn’t care as I needed to see her, or I
wouldn’t forgive myself. I got the psychic feeling she knew that it was her
time. When I got up I kept going back to her, I couldn’t leave the room. I
wanted to kiss her, and pat her, and make it okay for her. Her breathing was
very low. I told her she was The Great Lady of Dignity, and The Grande Dame of
Highbury. I managed to bend down and kiss her head. She did not lean forward to
head-butt me. She was too weak. I tried to make eye contact with her, and when
it finally happened I lowered my eyelids to show her animal affection the way
cats do. She looked down. I told her again how much I love her, thanked her for
all of the comfort she has given me, and told her I’ll see her on the other
side. And I will.
I went home to my flat and just sat here like a zombie.
At 10:21am I received a text: “She’s gone. Very quickly and quietly”. I wrote back with: I hope she was not scared. I was scared for her. Thank you for telling me. The owner responded with: “No not scared at all. The vet is very good and I was cuddling her”.
At 10:21am I received a text: “She’s gone. Very quickly and quietly”. I wrote back with: I hope she was not scared. I was scared for her. Thank you for telling me. The owner responded with: “No not scared at all. The vet is very good and I was cuddling her”.
I know I will miss her terribly for a very, very long
time. Especially around the end of August and Xmas/New Year when they’d go away
and ask me to come in and take care of her. I would so look forward to that
time. I have to pray to heal from this pain, but I don’t know if I will.
I realise grief is a most selfish emotion. But I need to
learn to grieve in my own way. And grieve I will, for a very, very long time.
www. Louchetabby.blogspot.co.uk
(*If it is not too weird for you guys, I’d like to keep
my blog going. I have hundreds of pictures of her from over the years, and I’d
love to share. I believe it would be therapeutic for me. I will give a date on
the pictures)
Wednesday, June 1, 2016
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