8/31 – Missy’s Tummy

Look at that floofy beautiful tummy.

Gorgeous, huh!

Missy loves to “show off” that sumptious tummy.

But be warned…

…it is completely off limits!

You can look, but you’d better not touch…

…or you could draw back a bloody stump.

That is, until today.

She “allowed” me to pet her tummy.

More amazing, she made a noise very much like a purr.

Hope this becomes a habit.

8/30 – Missy’s Secret Paw, Buddy

There was a package on the porch when we returned. It was addressed to Missy Blue Eyes from Buddy H. Cat out in Catifornia. We set it on the desk because we were really busy. A bit later, we returned to find the package on the floor with Missy….

A few seconds before, Missy had been rolling gleefully on the package. As we watched, little KC crept up to take a look.

Missy seemed intent on opening the package all by herself.

Look at all the goodies…

Missy said there was more than enough to share with her brand new little sister!

There was a “boo-ti-fuwl card” in Missy’s favorite blue and white checks, a can of glorious salmon and lobster (LOBSTER!), crunchy bits of fish, a fev-ver toy, a shimmery ball, the best catnip ever (Missy had it open before we could get it out of the package) and a much-wanted Laser Penlight. What a haul!!!
While Missy mellowed out with the nip, KC definitely loved the Laser Penlight the absolute best. After a few minutes of furious chasing, we threw in the fev-ver toy for her to “finish off”. Purr-fect!

fank you, Buddy fer the bestest gifts ever

Love, Missy Blue Eyes and KC

8/29 – for Trixie

Ceremony to Honor Trixie’s Life

Hosted by The Calico Girls
August 29, 2006 — 9 pm Eastern Time

I found this poem the night before Trixie died.
It seems appropriate for her.
Rest well, little dancer. –ML

GOD’S GARDEN

God looked around his garden and found an empty place.
He then looked down upon the earth and saw your tired face.
He put his arms around you and lifted you to rest.
God’s garden must be beautiful, he always takes the best.
He knew that you were suffering; he knew you were in pain.
He knew that you would not get well on this earth again.
He saw the road was getting rough and the hills were hard to climb.
So he closed your weary eyelids and whispered “Peace be thine“.
It breaks my heart to lose you, but you haven’t gone alone.
For part of me went with you, the day God called you home.
~ Author Unknown ~

8/26 – Five Week Anniversary!

Happy Aniversary & Happy Birthday

Little Angel KC

(click on photo to biggify for amazing detail!)

8/24 – KC asked Missy to play with some yarn…

….but I suspect KC had another motive….

…she ran and ran with the yarn, circling Missy over and over…

….but somewhere her plan went terribly wrong!

8/23 – KC has been resting…

This picture shows her Tuesday, where she spent a good part of the day by her new vaporizer. She didn’t have as much trouble breathing, but got stuffy every once in a while.

In these two photos, you can see how big her feet are getting, and also all the wonderful colors.

8/20 – KC’s 1st "Kill"

See the tiny hero, KC, save Mommy ML from the dreaded May Fly.

Just in from walking Bear, felt something in my hair. I yelled.

Before I knew where “it” went, KC found it…

…she sized up the threat…

…stalked it for a few seconds…

…and pounced!

“I putted the bitey on that bug, jus’ like Cocoa showed me.”

EOB!

(end-of-bug)

8/20 – Best "Buds"

8/19 – 4 Week Anniversary!!!

KC, I love you!

8/18 – KC & Theo Blogging

While this isn’t the greatest shot in the world with the glare on the screen, love the way little KC is focused on the picture on the Royals blog.

And look, KC’s tapping Theo with her paw, to turn and have a look as well.

Danielle’s cats each have their own blog — the adorable Jake’s World and his brother Spot’s Spot.

Yesterday’s visit to the Houston Cat Hospital showed that little KC now weighs in at 2 pounds, 1 ounce.

KC seems to have a type of chronic congestion that tiny kittens get when they are not cared for properly. Dr. Smith put her on some heavy-duty antibiotic in hopes of curing it for good.