Short Update…..

This is Sam & Lucy’s mom, Jenny.  I am so sorry that I haven’t kept up, but so much has happened on this end.  I haven’t felt well but as of yet haven’t had the time to make any appt for the doctor.  There is much that has happened but I have posted it on my human blog which you are welcome to read.     http://jennydshappyhours.blogspot.com/

Sam & Lucy miss all you furries something terrible and think all of you are the cat’s meow.  They will be back in the future when everything is done on this side.

Thanks, love, nose licks and head bonks all around.  See you later on down the road.

XOXOXO

Our First Valentine’s Day Extravaganza! ~~

We could not miss wishing our furriends a Happy, HAPPY Valentine’s Day!  Oh, we took the greatest of pains to dress for the holiday.  We used separate, private rooms for our dressing and didn’t let anyone, including Mom and even each other, know what we had planned. We even hired our own separate professional photographers!  I can’t wait to see Sam.  He’s been mewing and carrying on and struttin’ his stuff for days!

Our Mom says she is still loaded down with papers but is getting closer to a finish. I just hope she doesn’t see us using her computer. She laid down the claw…er, law, and said ‘NO TYPING while I’m gone’, so we’re hurrying as fast as we can.  Here is our surprise Happy Valentine’s Day!  I can’t wait to see which of us looks the best!  This is just so exciting that I’m all a-twitter with stage fright nerves!

Me first!

Oh my COD! Sam is screaming his head off at me and saying I should be ashamed!  What’s the matter with him?  A girl should be proud of her body, and mine is luscious!  Besides, I got an offer I couldn’t refuse from P-ewwie Hefner of PlayCat magazine.

Ok, here comes Sam!

Oh good GRIEF!  How could he do that? He looks like a freakin’ PIMP!  Ohhhh, Sam!

No time to change or get a new photographer nowwwww --- Here comes MOMMM!

RUNNNNN!!!

(…and we’ll be visiting you SOON – we might need a new home after this…)

Info only, no need to reply

Mom is in the midst of taxes so we don't get to type or anything. Hrmumph. No fun, Mom. But she says this will take at least a week and probably 2, so if you don't see her blogging OR visiting, that's why. She'll be back as soon as she can.

My Turn, My Turn!

…and once again, Lucy speaks:

Guess what.  Sam got a turbo track.  Yes, Sam, not me. Sam loves the crazy thing. I don’t like it and see no point in it whatsoever, BUT, I will guard it, hehehe.  I love seeing Sam get all bent out of shape when I’m the sentry of the day.

I stare at him and say what he says to his mousies, “DO NOT MOVE”.  Sam will wait all day……so will I, hehe.

I have to be very hush-hush about this next thing I’m going to tell you.  You must promise never to tell my mom.  You know I say I’m a satin kind of gal?  Well, it’s true!  I take my daytime naps all by myself on “my” satin and silk comforter.  I’m sure it’s “my” own room, too, ‘cause Mom’s never said any differently.  There is a very special pillow on this bed and I just had to touch.  It is made of silk and pearls and oh my goodness, it is so beautiful!  How could I not touch it?  Now here is the part that you must NEVER let my mom know because she said she hocked the house to buy this pillow.  I eased my paw out towards this delicious looking pillow, and then I extended one – just ONE – very finely sharpened claw.  I moved ever so carefully and quickly and then snatched a pearl as fast as I could!  It went flying up in the air and onto the floor and rolled under the dresser.  I looked back at the pillow.  Uh oh….UH OH!…it shows a pearl is missing!  I have been working diligently to cover up my mistake.  I am kneading and kneading the pearls together and yes! They are beginning to move!  Why, in no time, no time at all, Mom won’t be able to even tell!  Ohhhh, I am so creative!  Besides, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do, right?  (why do those threads look so squiggly now?) By the way, what is “hocked”?  Is it anything like hacked? I mean I’ve hacked a hairball, but has Mom hacked a house?

Here I am almost ready for my close-up.  “Just one more minute Mr DeMille…There’s a floof out of place”.

READY!  (see the pearls?)

“Oh how I love the poiles, the poiles, the lurvely poiles!” Mom says when I do that accent, it’s not attractive.  Hey, she’s not the one in front of the camera now, right?

Mornings MOLS With Me, SAM!

Hi! Sam here this morning!  Mom said I could tell you about my morning ritual that has been going on every morning without fail for 6 years.

First I wake up Mom with very droolin’ kisses. Somehow I learned that actually pressing my droolie lips to her face and holding them there just like a human was the way to go. I start on her cheek, then move to her eye lids and then, smack dab on her lips with mine. That gets her up every time. If she doesn’t move fast enough, I part my lips and use my teeth to grab her lip and well…she’s not too happy about that one.

Then it’s time for breakfast downstairs. Lucy runs like the wind down the steps and beats everyone to the kitchen.  I take my time and take only one step for each that Mom takes. If she stops, I stop; if she starts moving faster, so do I.  I think she thinks it’s a game because she always starts giggling. If she backs up a step, so do I. Drives me crazy.

To the kitchen and she fills my dry fuds dishes with my Fancy Feast Gold. Then the wonderful sound of the ‘pop’ of the can top and I know breakfast is very close. I start to drool up again. Oh boyyyy, here come the plates!  Lucy showed me that it’s much better to have the plates in the middle of the kitchen floor because you can see from all sides. Mom wasn’t thrilled with this discovery but she finally gave in when we whined enough.

After we eat, we head straight to the litter box and take turns. We yell very loudly for Mom to come and scoop right away.  She is so well trained that we’ve almost decided to teach classes or write a book, “How to Litter Train Your Mom”.

Now it’s MY turn for MY special fun. I run upstairs and get my brown/white mouse. As I’m carrying it down the steps, I begin yelling, all the while with it in my mouth. Yes, I am a ventriloquist!  At the bottom of the stairs, I drop it and begin to scream at it in case it decides to move. I get so loud that Lucy runs to see what the matter is.  Then she sees and just shrugs and walks off.  Next I go back upstairs to get the other mouse, Lucy’s mouse (well, it used to be mine, too). I do the same thing with that one.  Now that they are downstairs, I can take them to each room with me later on. That makes me very happy and I think it’s good organization for the day.

Then it is time for a nap from all the morning work, so I go back upstairs and grab that warm spot on the bed before Mom can get there and try to make the bed. Most times I lose and have to move but sometimes, just sometimes, I win…..

Mom said to tell you that the most amazing thing about me is that I take both mousies back upstairs at the end of the day and and then scream at them again to let them know “DO NOT MOVE”. Then I put them back into my wicker toy basket. Most of the time they make it, but sometimes one is only near it.  I’m sure that one moved. I’m sure of it!!

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(dictated to Lucy for typing on the Underwood typewriter)

Sanctuary Sunday Smiles ~~

Well…Sam took all the mats and all the birdies on Friday. That’s a ManCat for you. But look! It’s back! My mat is back! Sam had better not even glance at my birdie. Look at me, I’m talking and smiling at the same time! Mom said she doesn’t think she’s ever seen me smile so BIG………

New Quilts and Bunny-Kicked Birdies! ~~

This is Sam speaking today and I’m speaking to Stacy and her Miss Stella --- HEYYY, you two, can you hear me?  Ohhh, but I am LOVIN’ my new quilt and birdie!  Mom put them on the living room floor this morning and then made a little video of us…well, she tried.  She’s not exactly known for being able to hold the cam still; you know how old age is.  There are 3 videos and you’re going to see how much we loved our quilts.  This first is the very moment we laid our lovely eyes on them, with my apologies to Lucy:

I just went hog wild and had to have BOTH.  Watch this! …..

And THEN, a whole hour later Mom noticed that it was awfully quiet after hearing us race all over the place on our mats and swattin’ birdies left and right, so she sneaked around the corner and saw why.  We saw her run back to get the cam but we didn’t budge. We decided to give her a break and let her roll that cam one last time.  Oh yeah, and we PROMISE it was not a set up:

So Stacy and Miss Stella, Lucy and I thank you from the bottom of our happy paws for our lovely mats and birdies.  This morning was soooo much FUN!  We are sending you a huge kitty hug and sending Miss Stella a giant nose kiss

I’m A Girl. It’s Hard To Type & Think At The Same Time…or so the saying goes ~~

We have an award! It’s called the Stylish Blogger Award and we have seen this on many of our kitty friends’ pages. It is so lovely and wouldn’t you know it, it matches my beee-uuu-tiful furs!  Yes, this is Lucy speaking because old Sam is napping right on top of his feather wand.  The award was bestowed upon us by our BFFC (that’s Best Friend Forever Cat), the lovely, the fun, the super smart, The Admiral!  Admiral, we love you and thank you so much for this.

Now we must tell 7 things about ourselves and then pass the award to 7 of our kitty bloggers. We figure by doing this and everyone else following suit, the entire cat world will be recognized before the month is up.  Hallelujah!  It’s about time we had our chance of taking over the world.

Ok, here we go.  I was shot, yes shot, and that’s how I was lucky to be rescued by Mom and be in a forever safe home. I hit the jackpot.

I am fearless beyond rationality. I think it’s probably because of what happened to me when I was little.  I figure Mom will always be there to save me now. So I say jump, run, FLY through the air!  I am immortal. Besides, I must do these things to entertain Sam, and here’s why…

Sam was battered by a human when he was a kitten so badly that his hips were dislocated.  There is much to his story, but he is completely safe and happy now and that’s what counts. Those are his very words. But, because of his hip problems earlier, he can’t jump well at all.  He needs help for anything higher than about 2 feet, and even those 2 ft aren’t the easiest for him.  He hates when I tell that.  He’s a mancat and that’s the way they are – full of pride.

Neither of us will eat our fuds next to a wall.  I started that tradition because I need to see what’s going on around me.  Sam thought I was crazy at first but then he tried it and now he’s a convert, too.  Besides, we think it’s so funny to hear Mom say those crazy words when she skids through a bit of fuds that might fall out of our plates, hehe.

I am not a lap cat, no.

Sam is not a lap cat, no.

We found something better than laps to show our undying love to Mom.  We wait for her to sit in a chair or on the sofa.  Then we walk back and forth, back and forth over her lap just to get her attention. Then the real love comes. We get up really, really close to her face and then turn around. There it is, the 3rd Eye, the absolute expression of true love. So see, Mom?  There really is a reason.  We love you, Mom.

We have favorite mousies. Mine is black and white like I am and Sam’s is brown multi like he is.  They are just like we like them now, broken in and chewed :

Now it is time for award passing and your time to do the same thing.  The problem is, most everyone that we know already has this award, so what are we to do?  Our PUDDY would have been first but we saw he already had it, too!  Well, we tried.  If you see that we follow you and you do not have this award, PLEASE come get it from me. Everyone deserves it for absolutely certain.

Slash & Bronzy

Dexter’s Voice

Mom, Me & Kassey

…on a more personal note (with Stacy & Stella O’Houlighan)

Father Tom

The Island Cats

Life with a girl and her dog, a cat’s perspective

Now it is time for us to go.  Mom’s got that darn flashy thing out again and we are refusing.  Do you hear us, Mom? REFUSING!

Many nose kisses and head bonks from us to YOU!

Monday Mewsings ~~

Hey, Lucy here.

I’m only allowed the computer for a minute but I wanted to remind everyone to support their local shelters, adopt shelter animals, adopt homeless strays that are purraying for a forever home, and remember that we are linked to all living things including humans.  Please tell all humans to care for us like we care for them with our undying gratitude and love.

Mom said to tell you that it is just about impossible to visit with you right now.  She is taking care of many things for her friend that has been hospitalized since Dec 23rd.  The friend is now home but cannot do things for herself yet, so Mom is helping and gone most of the day.  Sam and I know this but we’re getting antsy for Mom to be around here more.  I even tried doing my cute pose – the one where I try really hard to look extra small and kittenish ‘cause it always makes her melt:

See me trying to guilt her into staying home?  “Come on, Mom, just a few little belly kisses, ok?”

Please remember Annie in your “purrayers for poop”.  And give a little head bonk to her mom, Kim, too.

Mom says I have to go now because she needs to leave and take care of that human friend.  She says she will visit when she can and that she is thinking of all you boooofull fur-babies.  Until then, I’m waving from my favorite position:

Feathers, Can There Ever Be Too Many ~~

No one loves a weather wand more than I do.  I tried to carry mine downstairs but I tripped over the stick and almost took a bad tumble, not the fun kind.  Now Mom hangs the wand over the doorknob for safety’s sake.  Not fair.

                                             I WANT IT!

                           Wait….maybe if I PULL it off myself!

I worked and worked on that but no dice.  It wore me out so much that I needed a nap.  Then I heard Mom saying something to Lucy and it woke me up FAST………

         Did I hear that right?? CARDINAL for dinner??  WooooWeeee!

         I’ll have the breast, please.  I’m watching my weight.

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(POSTED BY SAM but typed by Lucy)

Rumors?? Of Forbidden Cat Love?

We, of the teamsterscatteryunion (see our membership button on the sidebar), have learned of a rumor concerning Luscious Lucy and the handsome Mr Puddy. Surprised?  Why just look at us!

As you can see, some of us almost burst out of our skins, while others were in shock, and one was actually yelling, “Give me all the dirt!”

It all started when Lucy laid her big green eyes on Mr Puddy.  Now, she didn’t just find him on her own, oh noooo, it was Miss Admiral that whispered to her that she and Puddy would make the most adorable kittens, opps.  We all know marriage should come first but that’s just how it all got started.

So our Lucy started her own blog with her guy, Sam, and then there he was, the Puddy himself, in all his glorious gorgeousness.  We heard that Lucy was so stunned that she fainted!  Well, wouldn’t you know it, Sam found Lucy stretched out on the floor and ran over to her.  The problem was, Sam heard Lucy mewing under her breath, “Oh, Mr Puddy”.  Sam jumped back in shock!

He shook Lucy to revive her and yelled, “What?? What’s going on????

Lucy yelled back, “But I haven’t DONE anything!  It’s just that Puddy is SOOOOO darn cute!”

Sam looked at Lucy, saw her fear, and said, “Don’t you remember when we were little? It was just us and we made a pact”

 

Lucy looked at her beautiful Sam and said, “Yes, honeybunch'o fur, I remember”.

Sam said, “I have an idea.  We’ll take our problem to The Elder.  He’ll know what to do, because I do have to admit that Puddy really is so extremely handsome and such a gentleman.”

So off they went to see The Elder.

“Elder, how can my Lucy and I solve this problem?  It’s not really her fault, and it’s certainly not Mr Puddy’s fault, and as it always is, I was the last to know.”

The Elder crossed his paws, stretched out,  thought for just a moment and then said, “Lucy, you were swept away with desire, but now you see the light.  I can see it in your lovely green eyes.”

Lucy loudly purrrred her agreement and said, “I could never be alone without my Sam”.

Sam basked in those words and turned to The Elder and said, “So what is the answer, Elder?”

The Elder said, “I happen to know Mr Puddy very well, and yes indeed, he is a gentleman of the highest caliber. I spoke with him just yesterday about this and we have come to a most happy and purrrrrfect answer, but first answer me this: Lucy, do you love your Sam?”

Lucy mewed softly, “Of course I do”.

“And Sam, do you love your Lucy?”

Sam puffed up and said firmly, “Why, of course!”

“And do you both think that Mr Puddy is the Cat’s Meow?”

The Fabulous Mr Puddy

A chorus of paws waved YES into the air!

“Then, here is the answer, and if Mr Puddy agrees, it will be settled.  Mr Puddy will be Sam’s Very Best Friend in the Sphere, and he will be Lucy’s Most Loved 2nd In Command to always keep an eye on her.  She will still love him truly but in the appropriate manner.  After all, look at him, who couldn’t love Puddy – he is magnificent!  If you agree to this, all will be well in the Sphere.  What say you?”

Sam and Lucy jumped to their feet, waved their feather wands in joy, and yelled, “MR PUDDY, WILL YOU BE OUR BESTEST FRIEND?  We love you!”

********this was dictated to Luscious Lucy for typing by the teamsterscatteryunion********

And now the Union will head to their next appointment as the purrfect mediators that they are.

A teamsterscatteryunion Reminder ~~

Since Sam and I are Charter Members of the teamsterscatteryunion – and we hope you join, too, and post a membership button – we are doing a reminder of a serious nature today.  Yes, sometimes we are very serious, but only after a morning of major romping and running all over the house with our toys.  Today is such a day and we’re almost ready for a nap. Here are the reminders for the day:

First, do not forget our cousins in shelters.  Shelters don’t have all the conveniences of home like we are so lucky to have. They need all sorts of things, like food donations, toys, blankets, even first aid kits. They tell me they would love if people would give of their time, too, and come visit and talk to us.  They are waiting for just the right person to take them to their forever home.  So please look to your left and see the button that says Blog The Change and click to participate and add the button to your page, too.  It’s important.

Second, look to the left again for my Free Kibble button and click it.  This is a wonderful (and even fun) way to contribute kibble every single day to shelters with just the click of the mouse (the one on your desk, not the one we’d love for lunch). On that site, you can even click for doggies’ kibbles!  How cool is that!  So click, it’s free, and add that button to your page to click EVERY day as well.  Every little bit helps, right?

Ok, that’s it for us today. It’s nap time and Sam’s head is already draped off the side of the desk.  Guess I’ll have to nudge him to the bed.  We’ll see all of you wonderful, stupendous, furry friends later.  MUCHO nose kisses and head bonks all around.

We are  Sam The Man & Luscious Lucy signing off………..

We Are Appawled ~~

Oh, kitties!  Sam & I were just told about that horrible commercial on TV.  Have you seen it?  I almost hate to even mention this embarrassing so-called filmmaking.  Why, I even threw up my paws to cover my eyes!  It’s the one about our litter of all things – t-hisssss one:

I am disgusted.  Sam won’t even talk about it.  He just grimaced, hissed, choked up a hairball and slunk off to another room.  Now I’m left with the dirty work of asking for all kitties to Stand Up and Purr-Ro-Test!  This film shows cats making choices between litter brands right on the TV screen, right in plain view!  Appawwwling!  I even tried to make my voice heard on a very important site called nypost and do you know what they said when I tried to tell my feelings?  They said I used language not appropriate for their page.  What??  Do they not speak Cat?  Of course they don’t;  if they did, they would have heard the caterwauling of those kidnapped fur-kids protesting this forced treatment.  Being the upstanding beauty that I am, and knowing that it is our furlined duty to speak up, I am pasting what I said to those awful kitty-porn people, and you know who you are:

"Well, I, myself am a cat that shares a very clean household with another furry feline and let me say this: We would NEVER allow anyone to film US with a litter box. For heaven's sake, is there no privacy on the internet anymore? I'll bet those cats that participated in this lower than low filming didn't even realize their reputations would be flashed all over creation. A 'victimless crime'? We think not.
signed, Lucy The Beautiful and Sam The Man"

So, kitties, are you with me? Let's see those paws!  United we stand for the ethical treatment of personal habits and hygiene;  no more in-your-face humiliation for us! We stand for all exploited kitties that have no voice.
(Brought to you by the newly formed teamsterscatteryunion, free membership)

Oh Yes! Here I am, World! The “Paws” That Refreshes ~~

I am LUCY! And this is my formal debut and introduction as Lucy The Beautiful, but you may call me Lucy for short.

Just look at me.  Am I gorgeous or what!  I’m so lucky, I have a house, a MALE that thinks I’m the best thing since tuna, and a human female that gives me anything I want.  Some say I’m spoiled, and some say I talk way too much, but hey, I have a lot to say, and as for spoiled?  Are you kidding?  A girl can never have too many toys, or too many boys, or too many humans to Oooo and Ahhhh over her.  Yes, life is sublime and I’m the center of it.  I love the camera and the camera loves me, so here’s a picture of me in all my glory:

 

Am I the bomb?  You know I am! Want to drool?  CLICK and enlarge me! Get ready to faint with joy!  And check out my glorious whiskers close up in the 2nd picture.  Green with envy yet?  They say my whiskers are like Rapunzle’s hair, never-ending.

My male is my best friend and his name is Sam. The 2 of us have many, many photos and we’ll just take your breath away!  I’ll be adding to this little story of mine later, but right now I needed to get this up and running BECAUSE I have my green eyes on a real looker that I want to make friends with.  Granted, she’s a girl, but she’s a girl that’s beautiful enough to be in my club.  Want to know her name?  It’s Admiral Hestorb.  I know, it sounds like a boy’s name, but I know for a fact she is a beautiful girl.  Now you’ll have to pardon me while I run over to her page and beguile her with my personality and charm. I have to sneak over because when Sam sees HER, he can hardly breathe for panting and drooling.  You know something?  The Admiral and Sam would have made really cute little…… uhhh, shhhhhh, forget I almost said that. Wipe that thought away!  Sam is mine, all mine.

Oh yes, I’m here and I’m the “paws” that refreshes!

Lucy The Beautiful is my name and being spoiled is my game ~~

By the way, I’ve been told I can’t be selfish, so I guess I’ll have to show Sam, too.  BUT, notice that I’m in the picture, too, and you can see who rules the roost.  So here is my own personal pirate, my Sam, and the princess (me) that loves him.  Notice my come-hither stare.  I learned that watching TV:

 

 Yes, we are IRRESISTABLE so you can OOoo and Ahhh now

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Ok, ok, that girl has talked about herself forever; it’s my turn now.  I’m Sam and some call me a Maine Coon but I say I’m a cat and not a coon.  Those people need glasses!  My human says I look like a miniature lion with my ruff all puffed out, but wait until you see my pride and joy!  I have angel wings, that’s right, angel wings.  I’ll bet I could fly if I wanted to!  One day I might try that…if I want to, that is.  I look very brave and sometimes I even act sort of brave, but, well, I’m really a pussy cat.  I love to cuddle up and follow my human everywhere.  That old Lucy gets in the act every single time and sometimes I have to show her who’s boss – she loves that, you know.  I puff way up and stare at her until she backs off.  Ok, she doesn’t back off.  She stares back and then licks my face.  I hate it when a woman knows just what to do.  Pssst, don’t you dare tell her, but I really like that kiss she bestows on me even if it is to get her way.  We both win, right?

I have LOTS of things to tell.  I just have to get a word in edgewise to do it.  Lucy will talk your fool head off.  I hear that’s a trait of women.  Is it?  Really?  Do they all give you a head butt and a nose lick with it?  We’ll discuss this more later; right now I’m going to show you better photos of ME without that furry girl hanging around.  Have to do this quick before she sees:

 

Sometimes I like to be camouflaged…

  

OH, NOOOO, here she comes!  Ok, ok, Lucy, I’m moving for heaven’s sake; yes, you can have the desk now. (I’m going to the bed and I’m going to take up the entire wooly cat mat, so there!)

“Sam, the desk is mine! And look who’s got the mouse now!”

“HRUMPFFF! Go ahead, Lucy, keep believing that’s a mouse, he-he-he”

 

“HEYYYY, LUCY!  The feather-wand is MINE!”

“Sam, Lucy, that’s enough for tonight. This is your mom speaking and it’s time for all good kitties to go to bed.  Come on now, no more mice or feathers for now.  Back into the toy box. You can play again tomorrow. *Smooch*  Lights out ~~