New Years Eve

I can't quite figure out this new year thing. Why do we need a new year? What is wrong with the year we have? Did it wear out, or get old, or sick, or just tired of being our year? From what I have heard, no year stays around for more than 365 days. Must be a tough job. And where does the old year go?

~Precious Flower~

Life Is Good

What could be better

Than a cat on a lap

Why, two cats, of course

taking long winter's naps

What could be better

Than two napping cats

Why three furry felines

Snoozing on mats

A lap and some cats

The more cats the better

In the cold days of winter

You won't need a sweater

~CalicoMom Toni~
12/27/06

Whose Fault Was It?

I was helping Momma with our blog today. I guess I hit the wrong key because boxes came hurling out of cyberspace, all over the screen. Momma moved my head off the offending keys, and when she did that, she hit something on the table that made a scary noise, and I freaked. I dug my hind claws deep into her thigh and flew away. She said the bad "darn it" word as I jumped to safety. Now, whose fault was it I drew blood; mine or hers? I say hers, she should know better than to interrupt me when I am blogging. Just look at my picture; you can tell I am innocent.

But, I am sorry I scratched you Momma.

~Mittens Pollypaws~

I Beg To Differ

Patches has been giving me a lot of guff about my toesies. She says they are gineormous. I think they just fit me. Momma says I will grow into them. I am going to be a large cat, she says. All the more to keep Momma warm on these cold Piney Woods nights. I am now bigger than Patches and almost as big as Mittens and still growing!

Playing

Precious and I are having fun with our new Christmouse toys. We got lots of micey's from Sue in the UK. We also got nip packets from Jeri of Safe Haven for Cats (go visit her if you never have, she is saving the lives of thousands of kittens.) Edsel gave us some kitty treat mix, Momma has to bake for us. Come on, Momma get cooking!!! Thanks everyone!!

I think Precious has very large feet for a girl. Look at my dainty toes and look and her gineormous paws. Just an observation...............

My Favorite Things

Momma loves that song, especially the "whiskers on kittens" part.





So, here are a few of my favorite things.

Every morning, after being in the bedroom all night, I am very lonesome. As soon as Momma sits down, with her coffee, I jump up on her lap. She says "biscuit time" to me, I get comfy, and knead and knead, and purr and purr.

I love to roll either Momma's chapstick tube or marker pen, back and forth, to my Daddy. He pushes it to me, and I push it back to him. I am not as good at it as he is, and sometimes it goes croocked. If it falls on the floor, I have to attack it.

My fev-vers on a stick are stored in a big cabinet, next to my Daddy's chair. If he won't start dangling it for me, I go into the cupboard and put it in my mouth, depositing in his lap. Does it get any clearer than that, Daddy ?

MERRY CHRISTMAS

Merry Christmas from the cabin in the Big Piney Woods.

It has been wonderful getting to know all of you, cats and furless ones.
You are all special furriends, and mean so much to us.

Patches, Mittens, Mistrie, Precious
And CalicoMom Toni

Dreaming

I thought this was so darling and fitting for Christmas Eve.

The painting is by Kayomi.

~CalicoMom Toni~

We got presents from Daisy in the UK, and from Edsel in The Mitten State!

Wow, thanks so much!

~The Girls~

A Note To Santa

Shortest Day

Momma said yesterday was the shortest day of the year. It sure seemed the same as all the other days, here in the Big Piney Woods. I took all my required naps, had my love session and nap with Daddy, napped on Momma's lap, had my treats and meals, watched out the window, got pestered by Precious (a lot) and meditated. Same as any other kitty day.

~Patches Lady~

Christmas Miracle

Once upon a Christmas night

The countryside, all soft and white

Barren fields, awash in light

From a star above, so very bright

*
All the animals gathered round

For in the woods, many critters abound

A tiny kitten lies on the ground

Weary from his travels, found

*
A path to a cottage on the hill

Following the sparrows trill

A dish of food upon the sill

As happily, he ate his fill

*
Then the door opened wide

And much to his wondrous surprise

"Welcome," said the ones inside

"Yes, the animals were your guide"

*

"Climb upon the windowsill

Look upon the distant hill

Outside in the snow, so still

The animals all wish you well"

*
"There is a bed, by the Christmas tree

From hunger and cold, you now are free

We know, you surely will agree

Our furrever kitten, you will be "

~CalicoMom Toni~

12/2006

It's Been A Year!!

Today it has been a years since Momma started this blog for me us. We have had a lot of fun, and met so many wonderful kitties. When we started, there were about 40 of us, now there are so many, we have lost count, but I would guess 200. So many, we don't even have time to visit everyone each day. Here's to many more blogging years!!
Love you all! Purrs and headbutts....

The Big Piney Woods Cats

A State Of Winter

This is what we see out the front window.
Momma calls it a marshmallow world.
Looks just plain cold to us.

Rainbow Bridge

The picture below is Momma, (taken in about 1946) as a little wafer, with her gray, boy cat, Mimi. She said he lived for 12 years, a "ripe old age" back then, when kitties weren't taken to the vet very often. He let her dress him in doll clothes and when he had enough, he would growl, but never scratch or bit her. He would sit below her and when she said "jumpy high" to him, he would jump up on her chest, so she could catch him. She loved him very much, her first puss.

There have been so many kitties go to Rainbow Bridge in the past year, since we started blogging. Momma wrote a poem for her friend, Sue, from England, when her sweet, loving. 18 year old Harriet went to Rainbow Bridge. It is below the picture, and goes out, now, to all those who have lost a best friend.

An angel sent from heaven

That's really what you were

We miss everything about you

Your heart was warm and pure

But the angels only lent you

To us for those sweet years

And now they called you home again

And we are left with tears

And memories to hold on to

That somehow get us through

We feel your presence everywhere

In everything we do.

Sweet kitty, we will miss you

Though time shall ease the pain

And someday in the future

We shall meet again.

~CalicoMom Toni~

I Look What?

Festive, Precious, you look festive!!

~Momma~

Toes In The Snow

Momma knows where I've been

And where I plan to go

She says it is due to

My toes in the snow

She knows I'm in the woodpile

When the cold winds blow

She says it is due to

My toes in the snow

She says they are my calling card

When I'm walking to and fro

She says it is due to

My toes in the snow

~Mistrie Rose~

12/2006

Precious' Purrthday

The vet told me that Precious was between 8 and 9 months old when I found her in the woods, the first of September. I picked today to celebrate her first purrthday. Happy Purrthday, tiny girl. You have been such a splendid addition to the Big Piney Woods Cats, and your Daddy and I love you so.

~Your loving Momma~

More Winners

Concatulations to Finnegan and Buddy, the winner in our second challenge. Because The Meezers answered about 5 minutes later, Momma decided to give them second place of $15.00.

Finnegan and Buddy want their donation of $25 to go to: The Meezers

The Meezers want their donation of $15 to go to: Brandi and Her Momma

Momma says that is just plain wonderful! Two very deserving Mommas and their kitties. (Both Mommas are looking for jobies.)

Momma posted a summertime picture of me. She said she is already sick of winter and it has just started. You can see her reflection in the window

~Mistrie Rose~

Another Challenge

Momma is issuing another challenge. This time, you must answer questions about us. The first person to answer them correctly wins $25 to the animal charity of their choice, or some furless one or kitty who needs help with medical bills. Please post your answers in the comments.








1. Three of us have pink noses, one has black. Who has the black nose.
2. What state do we live in?
3. One of us has extra toes, who is it?
4. We live in a cabin the the Big___________________ (fill in the missing two word)
5. One of us lives outside, who is it?
6. Who was the first one to call this her furrever home?
7. Who is pictured above?
8. Who is the youngest?

UPDATE: Finnegan and Buddy are the winners. Because The Meezers came in so close behind, we decided on second place of $15.00. Both of you need to email us and tell us where to send the donation. We want to post that tomorrow.

Note from Momma:
I spent all day trying to sign comments, only to have them be rejected. I do have a google email and did get a few comments posted. So far, I don't like the new improved version and won't be switching unless they make me.

Chapped Toes

Since it got cold and snowy, Momma has been rubbing some grease on her heels, before she puts her socks on. She says it is dry in the house and that is what causes the sparks to fly, whenever I sniff something or when Momma pets me. The other day, I was on the bed, when Momma was dressing. She put this grease on my toes!!! She calls it Basoline......I call it Plain Nasty Stuff. She said my pads looked chapped. I immediately cleaned it off. Don't touch my toes with that nasty stuff ever again!! (You can see how mad I am.)

Windfall

Oh, I am very excited. Here I am reading the email we just got. We are going to be rich, rich I say!!! Here is a part of the email. Momma was going to delete it, and I talked her into reading it. She almost threw away squillions!!

Greetings from Dubai,

This letter must come to you as a big surprise, but I believe it is only a day that people meet and become great friends and business partners. I am Mr. Ali Raza Khan, courrently Head of Coporate affairs with a repurable bank here in UA.E. I write you this proposal in good faith, believing that I can trust you with the information I am about to reveal to you.

It goes on to say......

This sum of US$17,500,000.00 have been and placed under dormant/unserviceable account by my bank management since no one have heard from the owner since 2003. If you accept to work with me, I want you to state how you wish us to share the funds in percentage, so that both parties will be satisfied.

Regards,
Mr. Ali Raza Khan

See.......we are rich................... NO Momma! She deleted it!!!

And The Winner Is...

The number of posts we have done, not including this one, is:

342

The winner is:

Edsel/The Pooch

Edsel guessed 339. Concatulations!!!
Please let us know where you want the money to go.

UPDATE: Edsel and his Mom want their winnings to go to:

Life-Time Friends Animal Sanctuary

We had 262 visitors yesterday and only 14 guesses. Derby came the closest with 343, but he went over.

We Challenge You....

Our challenge goes out to every cat blogger. (You must have a cat blog to enter.) Guess how many posts we have made, including this one. Guessing is for today only; at 9:00 PM PST (that is midnight on the East coast) the contest ends and the person closest, without going over, can choose an animal shelter, or kitty. or furless one, in need of help. The amount will be $25 sent in your name. So start guessing!!! Oh, and if someone beats you to a number, you can't use that one. Enter your guess in the comments.

My Challenge Answered

Here is my challenge, answered. It was issued by the Meowers of Missouri. If I write a poem about my Daddy, they will send $15 to the charity, or needy person, or kitty of my choice. (If my challenge is accepted, I would like to donate to Brandi and her Momma.)

We are issuing a challenge tomorrow, that goes out to everyone with a cat blog.

My Daddy

Momma brought Patches in the house
And asked if she could stay
Daddy thought a short, short time
And then he said, OK

But only one he told her
One cat is sure enough
She agreed and smiled at him
She knew he wasn't tough

Momma brought Mittens in the house
And asked if she could stay
Daddy thought a longer time
And then he said, OK

But only two he told her
Two cats are sure enough
She agreed and smiled at him
She knew he wasn't tough

Momma brought me in the house
And asked if I could stay
Daddy took one look at me
And then he said, OK

But only three he told her
Three cats are sure enough
She agreed and smiled at him
She knows he isn't tough

~Precious Flower~
(And this is a true story)

New Fev-Ver Toy!!

Here I am, on my Daddy's lap, playing with my new fev-ver toy.

The Meowers from Missouri have issued a challenge to me. It is a poem about my Daddy. I will have to get busy.

Way Up High

I am the first one to scale the cat tree, all the way to the top. There are seven levels. Mittens has scaled to level three. Patches goes up to level six. When I get way up high like this, I can see everything that is going on.

If I do a long stretch, I can reach the twister rod to the Venetian blinds. I can get it swinging really good. It is just another of my marvelous feats. Momma says I am a little explorer.

My Good Side

I think this is my good side. What do you think?

Cozy

Momma covered me up. Don't I look cozy??

Update.........Sad News:
Piper, unexpectedly, went to Rainbow Bridge. This is so devastating. Please leave Laurence and the family a message. Go HERE

Sunday Snoozing

Need I say more?

~Precious Flower~

Mittens Here.......

I was feeling good last night, so I jumped on Momma's lap while she was on the computer. Then I started "getting into stuff." She didn't even care and just gave me a hug. She said something about "being my old self."

My Daddy

At first I was afraid of my Daddy. He was big and he kind of reminded me of the Bad Man that dropped me off when I was going to have kittens, in the Corner Woods, where Momma found me. He spoke soflly to me for many days, but I still ran. Then...........he started to PLAY with me! He had a bookmark with a tassle on it, and he would spend hours moving it around and I would bat it and pull on it, and he would laugh, and I knew, then, he was a good man. He is my play buddy now. I sit behind him on the couch and touch his ear so he knows I am there and in a "playing mood." I pulled the tassle off, so Momma bought me a fev-ver on a stick! It is the bestest toy ever. Daddy calls me his "play cat." I can tell, he loves me, too!