More On Mistrie

Scooby, Shaggy, and Scout made the following comment the other day, after Mistrie helped Edsel:

"Dear sweet Mistrie Rose! What a good girl."

Yes, she is a good girl; sweet and funny. She has figured out how to open the screen on the French doors, by hooking her claw in and shifting her weight. She opens it about 4 inches and sticks her head inside. My husband put a latch on the screen now, as I was afraid Patches would dart out.

The other day, Patches was on the inside of the screen, she was on the other and they were playing pawsies. One morning, Mittens was sitting in the window sill in the window next to the door, chasing a bug. Mistrie got up on her back legs and peeked inside. When she saw Mittens was having fun, she decided she would play too! She found something on the deck, a stick or leaf and started chasing it.

Toni (The Mom)

Practicing

Here I am practicing on the balance beam, working hard. It won't be long until the catolympics!

Patches Lady

Too Hot

It is HOT!
It is way too HOT!
It is only May!
It is 90 degrees in the shade!
Normal temperature is 66 degrees!
All I do is stretch out and nap.
Oh, for a breeze and a few clouds.
Please send some if you have any.

~As told to Patches by Mistrie Rose~

Edsel Hides Out

It was all a big misunderstanding with the Canadian Authorities, but Edsel didn't know that and took off, looking for a safe haven. When Edsel stopped here in the Big Piney Woods, Mistrie saw him and told The Mom, who brought out a plate of stinky goodness, some crunchies and a big bowl of water. He and Mistrie got to really know each other, as Mistrie showed him around all her sleeping beds and the safe spot under the deck, if Edsel needs a hideout. They checked out the catolympics race track and the climbing tree. Then, Mittens and I had a nice chat with him, throught the screen. Edsel shared fond memories of home in the Mitten State and his love for his Furless Ones. He took a long nap while Mistrie stood guard, just in case. After finding out it was all a misunderstanding and his Mom missed him greatly, Edsel went home to be with the ones he loves.

To Derby: Yes, there was a mudslide here, but it was up on the big hill where the people put the sticks on their feet and slide down. It went right through a condo. (Thankfully, nobody was there at the time.) It has been 90 degrees here for three days now, we have broken all time records for heat and the snow is melting fast. There are flood warnings out for the rivers, but we are all safe and sound. Thanks so much for your concern.


Patches Lady

Nice Gifts

The Oldest Boy gave Our Mom the prettiest gift for Mother's Day. It is leaded, stained glass kitties to hang in the window. She hasn't hung it yet, because she is afraid it will fall and break, using the suction cup thing she has to hold it up. The Girl and Her Man and the Little Wafer gave her a book with a ton of pictures of cats. I guess they know what she likes, she was all happy and kissy.

Patches Lady

Smiling

I am practicing being a Smiley Girl. Derby, The Sassy Cat, is a Smiley Boy, you know. I smile bigger when The Mom says something funny, like "are you hungry, or where are my glasses (when they are on the top of her head,) or would you like a treat?" Sometimes I smile big, right before I attack Mittens. I always smile when I see The Dad.

Patches Lady

Whose Cat Are You?

Basically, Patches belongs to my husband. She is his cat. She gets on his lap numerous times a day, purrs, gives headbutts and talks up a storm. She sleeps next to him at night, jumps on the bed while he is getting dressed, I assumed to make sure he gets the left sock on his left foot, and his left arm in the left sleeve.

Mittens belongs to me. She is Mom's girl. She sits on my lap and helps me on the computer and helps me while I eat my breakfast. If I sit down anywhere, she is right there, although if my husband sits down in one particular chair, she will lay on his lap, purring. She is afraid of the overhead fan and the tv, so she doesn't sit on my lap when I am in the den. She snuggles up to me all night. She cry/talks to me in a squeeky voice and follows me around.

Mistrie is definitely mine. She is afraid of everyone else. She waits for me to open the door and sit down on the floor, so she can go back and forth, rubbing against the sill and headbutting me, all the while purring.

I really think we belong to our cats! Share with us, do you belong to your cat or does your cat belong to you, or someone else in your family.

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On Wednesday, May 10 at 9:00 Eastern Time, (6:00 our time) we lit a candle for Grandpa Norton. We fell silent and Mittens purred. He is running in the daisies, chasing butterflies and napping with the "ones who went before." He is waiting at Rainbow Bridge.

Toni (The Mom)

P. S. I shall give the girls their blog back tomorrow!

Happy Mother's Day

Happy Mother's Day

Patches, Mittens, Mistrie

and The Mom, Toni

I want to thank all of you for your wonderful, kind comments over the past four days, regarding how the girls came to live with us. I feel so blessed to have my girls and can't imagine life without them. I also feel so lucky to be part of this wonderful blogging community.

The Mom, Toni

Mistrie's Story

In the summer of 2004, small cat tracks were seen by my husband. He told me he thought we had a cat in the woodshed and maybe I should put out some food....Maybe???? Of course, I would, and water, and make some nice places to sleep. I put an old rust colored blanket up in the wood, tucking it back as far as I could. Days went by and I never saw anything, although the food was disappearing at an alarming rate. Then, one day I happened to open the door and saw a flash of fur. I wanted to see the face of this cat, so I spent a considerable amount of time sneaking up to the door, where the food bowl was. After doing this so many times I can't even count, I was rewarded. Looking down, there was the most beautiful cat face staring right back up at me, eyes ringed in black, rose colored nose. She immediately ran.

It took a year, but she went from being a semi-feral cat who didn't trust me at all, to my being able to open the door and have her come to me, purring and headbutting. She gives little love nips, too. She is starved for attention and would let me spend hours with her like that, but even now, after two years, she still doesn't feel comfortable if I try to come outside; she wants me on my side of the door. She will look at me from a distance, when I am outside, but would never come up to me. I guess she feels if I am in the house, she is safe. I put flea medicine on her and tried to worm her by putting crushed up pills in stinky goodness, which just goes to waste. She evidently has been spayed. She was so wild at first, I couldn't trap her, but she has never had kittens.

She is a torbie. Her age? No idea, but she seems young, she loves to play, chase leaves, run around at the speed of light, a ball of fur, she even has a toy that I find in different places. The other day, Mittens was batting at a fly in the windowsill. After watching intently, Mistrie started playing with something on the deck. I know she wished she could play with Mittens.

She has two beds in the woodshed now, one on either end, and two beds under the deck, completely enclosed and insulated. She also has her nice weather, round bed, under the seats of our deck, situated so she can watch what is going on inside. I put plastic lids on the seats to work as a roof, and, unless it rains hard, she doesn't get wet.

I named her Mistre (she is a mystery.) Her middle name is Rose, the color of her nose. I don't know if she will ever become really tame; but she has it very nice outside. She has the pond and all the wildlife that go with it, to watch, numerous decks she can hide under, trees to climb and sharpen her nails, and the biggest litter box ever (my flowerbed.) Far away from the road, she never roams, has her boundries. She is terrified of vehicles that go by and strangers, actually anyone but me. We love our Mistrie Rose, the girls and her interact between the screen. She has brought added happiness, as she chases the resident turkey, runs after bugs, and brings me mice, still alive, for praise. We are thrilled to have our little Mistrie Rose!

We updated the catolympics blog yesterday. Go check it out HERE!

Toni (The Mom)

Mittens' Story (Part 2)

I forgot to mention, it was Sept., 2000. I never did know why her name was penciled in on the calendar, I didn't want to know. I had waited long enough for someone to give her a home, her home was with us. I know now that was decided the day I first saw her. (It was the first day I did volunteer work; a coincidence?) Life works in mysterious ways!!

She was taken in to be spayed and to get her shots, (the spaying was unnecessary, as she was already spayed.) It said on her sheet she was five or six years old. I wonder, to this day, why someone would drop her off, in a box and leave her at the door of the shelter, after investing that many years.

I brought my own carrier, and tucked her inside. This was the one and only time she never fussed about going into it! I put her in the passenger seat, so she could see me; she was so good on the drive home, her forever home!

I put her in our spare bedroom so Patches could get used to her. While in there, she came out of her shell. I got to see what a darling girl she was. We call her our play cat, anything that moves is game for her, and she loves bugs. She sleeps cuddled up next to me every night, and always sings me a song before she goes to sleep. She is still very timid and hides whenever someone comes. If we get overnight company she stays in the closet until they leave. She still growls when she is upset about something, but she doesn't hide under the bedspread anymore.

I named her Mittens Pollypaws (Pollypaws for polydactyl.) We love our Mittens, our Toes of Many Colors. Everyday she gives us joy. With us she is happy, safe and content. She is our Big Teddybear.
(Mistrie's story tomorrow)

The Mom

Mittens' Story (Part 1)

I was doing volunteer work for our local cat/dog shelter. At the time, it was still a kill shelter (this was the reason I had to stop volunteering there; that, and the fact my asthma got so bad.) They have since gone to a no-kill facility. I did my routine, cleaning cages from the front office (where the adoptable cats are) to the back (where the newly admitted ones are placed in cages and quarantined.) In one of the bottom cages, on the end, was a calico, making herself as small as possible. When I talked to her she growled. There was another feral in there who was so wild you had to wear gloves, and then be careful. I ask Annie if the cat was safe to touch. She advised me she was, no problem. I opened the door and took out this frightened girl with huge feet. She immediately began to purr!!!

Her cage was the only one, out of all of them, that didn't need cleaning. She hadn't used the litter box, eaten or drank any water since she had been admitted, the night before I got there. I got attached to all the cats, but she tore at my heart more than any other had. The next day, and every day after, I hoped she would be gone when I got there, that someone gave her a forever home. She started slipping under her bedding to completely hide. That is the way I found her one morning, several days later. She had been moved "up" to the adoptable room, but nobody would know there was a cat in the cage and, if they did, her growling would surely put them off. After all, most people want a playful kitten or a grown cat that is outwardly loving. Days went by, she still hid and growled.

Each day I took her out and held her and listened to her purr, hating to put her back. Her cage never did need much cleaning, she seemed to not want to go on living. I couldn't sleep at night and thought of her all the time. I happened to be back in the quarantine room and looked at a calendar on the wall. Mittens, whose name was Arlana, was penciled in on a date, a few days away. I didn't know what this meant, but I had a bad feeling.
(Continued tomorrow)

Toni ( The Mom)

Patches' Story

After reading Derby's story I decided to write the girls' story; how they found their furrever homes.

One gorgeous fall day, in October, 1999, a lovely calico cat came walking up the driveway, taking her sweet time, tail held high, feeling very comfortable and secure. It was like she knew that whoever lived here would let her stay. She knew she had charm. My husband saw her first, when he happened to look out the window. I had been wanting a cat and had discussed it with him, so this was an opportune time for her to show up. Coincidently, calicos were my favorite, ever since I had one as a little wafer. I went out, walking slowly, talking softly. She just talked right back to me and was fine with my picking her up. I didn't want to get attached, figuring she belonged to someone, she was too friendly and unafraid.

I opened the door for her and invited her inside. It was obvious she wasn't used to being indoors, the ceiling were so low, not like the sky, and there were no trees or grass. After numerous headbutts and winding around me, she found a spot on a quilt that was folded up beside the couch, claiming it as hers. I called the neighbors and also called the shelter, nobody was missing a calico who had one black leg and one orange, with white tosies. (I was so very glad nobody claimed her.) After a week, I called T.E.D. and made an appointment for spaying, worming, shots, and health check. The spaying wasn't necessary ( somebody must have loved her) and she got a clean bill of health. The only thing we can figure is someone dropped her off (their loss, our gain.) She was two years old.

She fit in and it didn't take long before she was claiming the bed as hers. My husband named her Patches, I added the Lady. She is our lovely Patches Lady, Bootiful Gurl, our Patchy Girl. We love her so, she is "the boss lady."

Toni (The Mom)

Lasso That Log

The Dad did the strangest thing the day before yesterday, as we girls, and Mom too, watched on in wonderment. There was a big log floating in the pond, up by shore, that The Dad wanted left there, reasons known only to him. The Mom asked him later and he said he wanted it by the bank because, as he put it, "it was neat." Around suppertime, The Mom saw it floating out and told him. He got a long rope and tied a horseshoe to it (for weight) and did a cowboy lasso to bring the log back into shore. After numerous tries, and Mom yelling "yee-haw," he managed to corral it, and bring it in close.

The next day he took Blu, the metal monster, tied a chain to the big log, and pulled it into place against the shoreline. The Mom said something about "only in America." If cats could belly laugh, we would!! The picture below shows the log in place.
Patches and Mittens, Supervisors

Some Exciting News

There is a new cat blog! It is called The Tower Hill Mob...... Tilly- a 16 year old ginger and white girl Toby- a 12 year old tiger living with each other(reluctantly) and gently guiding their beans through life. Go visit, say hi, and welcome them to the group!!

Wonderful news! Shaggy is better. We are so glad!

Is something exciting going on over at The Cowboy's place? Here is an excerpt from what Daphne, the dog, had to say:

"He was gone earlier today. Not sure doing what, but geez he stunk like cat when he came home. I saw on the table some forms. Something like "application ... adoption ... pets in your household ...." I didn't really understand all of it."

Did you notice that Jack Frost was sitting outside the window, looking in at Patches? Well, he is there, just scroll down to Saturday's post titled Unwelcome Visitor, to see him peeking in. I bet you didn't see him, did you?

Patches and Mittens

Going Outside

I asked The Mom, in my very sweetest purring voice, "Mom, may I please go outside, as it has been, well....... since forever; the last time I was outside. I will be very careful, I won't eat any grass because it makes me sick all over the floor, I will come when you call, and I won't seek out Mistrie to hassle."

I heard her rummaging in my basket. Then she scooped me up, put me on the bed, and proceeded to put my purple confinement gadget (harness) on me, something I haven't worn for several years. It took her forever because it needed to be resized ( I have put on a few pounds, you see.) She snapped on the blue lead rope and opened the door for me. The sun hit my fur, the dirt squished between my tosies, and the air smelled of spring. I immediately sought out some grass to eat; infraction number one. Then I got stubborn and wouldn't go where she suggested; infraction number two. I went in search of Mistrie, but she hid from me; infraction number three. The Mom said, "enough already," but this is just the tip of the iceburg. I shall return for more fun in the sun. There is no stopping me now.

On a serious note, our furry good friend Shaggy of Little Cat Feet is feeling poorly. Please go visit his blog and send him well-wishes.

Patches

Unwelcome Visitor

The Mom is a real whirlwind of activity since she bought all those flowers. She is planting, weeding, watering, fertilizing, and planting some more. Then she worries over someone by the name of Jack Frost coming to visit. I wonder if Jack doesn't like the flowers because The Mom puts the ones she hasn't planted in the garage and covers up the ones in the ground so he can't see them. I wonder how long this guy is going to stay. The Mom seems to think he will camp outside and she said he does his damage, usually, in the early morning hours as the sun is coming up. Mittens and I will keep an eye out for him and any nefarious activities. In fact, I think that is him at the door! I shall hiss, growl, and show my claws; he is not welcome here.

Patches

Favorite Birds

Edsel tagged us! We are supposed to name our favorite birds. I am resting on my paw, thinking about this. Let me see.....

I guess my favorite has to be the bluebird; it is our state bird.

Then there are the six, cute, little goslings, tiny geese, all yellow and fluffy.

Next come the ducks with their hearty brood of twelve!!! Imagine, twelve babies to try and take care of.

Of course robins, they are everywhere, busy building nests.

Hummingbirds are after The Moms fushia, they are so quick, tiny, and fun.

I mustn't forget the lone turkey that hangs around and digs in The Mom flower beds.

These maybe aren't my favorites, but they are birds I see everyday.

I tag Oreo, Cat Crossings, ...It's All Good, Brit Cats, and whoever else wants to play.

Patches

Grandpa Norton

It is with great sadness, we say farewell to another blogging kitty. Grandpa Norton went to Rainbow Bridge yesterday at 4:40 AM. Our deepest sympathy and thoughts go out to Mary and the Meezer Tails in this time of dreadful sorrow. We know he will be back, they always make their presence known to those who love them. We also know he will be playing happily in the daisies, chasing butterflies and napping in the green grass with Ralphie. Go to Meezer Tails and read the wonderful tribute Mary wrote to Grandpa Norton. He was a fine old gentlecat, a Puddin Pop.

Toni (Mom to Patches, Mittens, and Mistrie)

We shall have The Mom light a candle for Grandpa Norton to help him on his journey. We shall have a moment of silence, hanging our heads, while purring gently, as we help him on his way.

Patches, Mittens, Mistrie

New Monitor

The Mom got her new monitor yesterday, now her color scheme is all messed up and she has been changing and changing. Mittens has been helping her, but she is drooling on the keyboard. I hope she doesn't short something out!

Here is a picture of the goslings, taken when they were just a day old. The picture isn't very clear, because The Mom didn't dare go outside for fear of chasing them away.

Patches

WINNERS!!

Mia and Ghost are the winners of our contest for the 10,000th hit! Concatulations. Please email us with your address so we can send your prize. They checked our site at about 5:21 PM PST as The Mom checked right before that time and it said 9999!!!

The Girls

News and Updates

The Mom called Dell today and found out that the new monitor is supposed to arrive tomorrow.......paws are crossed.

We are getting very close to hitting 10,000 visitors. Please let us know if you are the lucky one by posting in the comments. Also, email us with your Furless Ones name and address; our email address is in the sidebar.

Six fluffy, yellow, baby goslings hatched out yesterday, all jumped out of the nest within an hour (As The Mom and The Dad watched with binoculars.) They are now swimming around with Mom and Dad Goose, learning, daily, how to become good, productive geese.

Patches

Oh.....No!!!

This morning, when The Mom booted up her desktop so we could post for today, all she got was a black screen. She called Dell and got in touch with this guy she had trouble understanding, she thinks he was in India. To make a long story short, Dell is sending out a new monitor; it should arrive on Thursday or Friday (we hope.) I am using The Mom's laptop to post this, but all our blogger stuff is on the desktop so our paws are tied. Hoping to be back to normal by Friday, until then we won't be able to visit you or send emails.

Patches and Mittens, Mistrie too.

Blue Blanket

Do you remember the blue blanket that was left at the napathon in January? Well, nobody ever did claim it, so The Mom said she would let Mistrie have it. Here she is, enjoying it; so whoever left it, a big "Thank You."

We also want to say how sad we are for everyone over at Caturday for the loss of their darling Silas. We know he is happy at Rainbow Bridge with little Fergus, and all the kitties "who went before."

Patches

Gardening

The Mom picked a bouquet of daffodils yesterday. They are so pretty, all yellow and springified. She got all the cowpies spread and she is now starting to plant. She is always moving things...she plants them one place and then next week, or next year, she moves it somewhere else. Unproductive, if you ask me. The only moving I do is from one chair to another, or from the food bowl to the window. The Furless Ones need to be more observant, they could learn a lot from us!

Patches

Mittens... On Purring

The Mom was upstairs, I was downstairs, on the chair in the dining room, when I began calling her. At first, she was concerned; was something wrong? She came down and patted my head. I jumped down and purred her a nice melody, letting the sound go really deep in my throat, wrapping around her legs and talking fine, of things important to me. She listened and petted me and talked back in her funny human talk, some words I know, others are a mystery, they make no sense. She bent down and said, "Mittens, you are so sweet." Why didn't she just say, "Mittens, mewowr murp," it means the same thing; but I don't think she grasps the concept of easy language, she prefers it difficult. Edsel agrees with me on that, check out his post for Monday.

Mittens

Climbing Tree

This is a picture of the climbing tree for the catolympics. There is a yellow mark on the tree where your front paw has to touch, shown by the yellow arrow. This is catolympics regulation height for climbing, The Mom checked in the book to make sure.

On another note, you must go over and see Timmy, (the April 22 post) if you haven't already. He is quite the scholar.

Patches

Billie

For those of you who attended our nap-a-thon in January, this is Billie, the girl who gave us the talk on "How to get the most out of your human without them knowing it". She is our cousin kitty and lives with one of the Mom and Dad's boys up on Sugar Mountain. She is about 8 years old, a real ginger cutey. She has been with the boy since she was a kitten.

Patches

Cow Pies

In Phase One, The Mom and Dad raked about five acres of the Big Piney Woods and are now ready for Phase Two.

In Phase Two, The Dad will be working on a retaining wall and spreading grass seed and fertilizer. The Mom will be spreading bull.......excuse me........cow pies.....the real kind, the kind kids like to walk in barefoot and throw at each other. The Mom and Dad went to the neighbors farm (it is a steer ranch) and Farmer Jack loaded the Metal Monster truck named Blu with four buckets of rich steer dodo the Mom calls Black Gold. (I call it just plain stinky.) While The Mom was waiting for Farmer Jack to load them, she played with a black and white woofy. She tossed a plastic disk to him and he would jump up in the air and catch it, bringing it back to her, all slobbery. She smelled all dogified, so I huffed away, having nothing to do with her.

In Phase Three, The Dad will be using the Grass Eating Monster (aka lawn mower) and the Skinny Cutting Monster, (aka edge trimmer) and The Mom will be spreading the Black Gold on her flower beds and planting lots of flowers. She bought a whole bunch today, wave petunias, wallflowers, gerbera daisies and pansies. She says this is a start.

In Phase Four, The Mom and Dad sit back, relax, and enjoy their work, inbetween mowing, watering, weeding, killing bugs, more fertilizing, which takes up most of the summer. There really seems to be something wrong with this picture because, come fall, it all dies anyway.

Patches

Clicky Box Lessons

The Mom is going to the library place this morning to take a class on taking pictures with her clicky box. Oh, no!!!! Does this mean she will be taking MORE pictures of us than she already does? Does this mean we will be bothered when we are trying to sleep, bothered when we are eating, or playing or meditating with the flashes in the face? Does this mean she has gone mad??? I think I will hide so she can't click away at me.

Patches

News

We have Catolympic news. A blog has been created to view news, updates, any information that becomes available about the event. Go HERE and bookmark this page for future reference.

We have been tagged by Zeus. We need to list five kitty words we like........here they are (well six):

Happy Toes (spreading toes when very happy)
Making Biscuits (kneading and purring)
Monsters (huge noisy large machines, run by beans)
Little Wafers (tiny children)
Pancakeing (curling up in a ball)
Motor Running or Purr Machine Going (purring)

Now we must tag five kitties...let's see.......we tag:

The Monsters
Lone Star Purr
Oreo
Fat Eric
Furry Paws

Patches

On Napping....

I feel like napping

Dreaming things that kittie's dream

Until the day's done

~Patches~

Back To Normal

It is really nice to get our house back to normal. There were toys everywhere and loud strange noises. The Mom and Dad stayed up too late, and ate at strange times. There were people coming and going at all hours. Each night I got under the covers and cuddled the Mom, because I missed her. I am, as Patches will verify, a real skairty cat, and I don't like anyone but them, so I hid, staying in the closet the whole time.

The Mom is going to the Drill Doctor today for her tooth. I am wondering if the Dad will have to put her in a carrier to get her there. She says she hates to go about as bad as we hate to go to T.E.D. (The Evil Dr.) I will give her extra purrs when she comes home.

*Update: Mom said the Drill Doctor was painless, but not the bill.....so I will purr to make her forget.

Mittens

Company

The Little Winnemucca Wafer and her Mom will be here for a few days, so the Mom says we should be good hostesses and stay off the computer. So......everycat, we will be back in a few days.

***Update 4/18.........we will be back tomorrow (Wednesday, yipee!!!)

Patches

Happy Easter!

I heard from Mistrie, who seems to know a lot about what is going on, that this truly is the day the Easter Bunny hides eggs, baskets and candy. Little Winnemucca Wafer got here last night, so The Mom can give her the basket I saw, later the two other boy wafers will come and get their chocolate treats. Because Mom is going to have the family for dinner, it means:

1. Mittens will hide.

2. I will be ever so cute and purr up to everyone.

3. Mistrie will do her soulful look with her nose up to the glass, as she tries to win over the company.

All in all, it should prove to be a good day; The Mom will eat a ton of jelly beans and fix a ham, and everyone will slip me some.

Patches

Getting Ready

Today we are getting company for a few days, so I am watching for them. The Dad's daughter and the Little Wafer are coming all the way from Winemucca, Nevada, to visit the rest of the family, (2 sons, a daughter, and their families) and have dinner on Easter. Mom is busy cooking and cleaning. She is going to have ham....oh, boy!!!

I saw a pretty little basket upstairs with a rabbit hanging on it, and tons of candy, which I don't like. The Mom says it is for the Little Wafers, and the Easter Bunny left them here, for them. She said usually the bunny hides them, but she is helping the bunny out, so she will hide them. Maybe the bunny will bring us something...........

Patches

Happiness Is.......

On this spring day, Mistrie found a sunny spot to enjoy, after a gray winter.
(Not taken today, it is back to raining.)

Busy Mom

Mom has been busy redoing her Idaho Nature Trail's blog template. Now both her blogs are done (yeah, right Mom; I have heard that before.) I am looking on, supervising. Without my help, it would have taken extremely longer. I didn't even get my normal nap. Now I am really tired.

Patches

Party Pictures (3)

At the dance..........

(Left) (Angelica (above) and Victor Tabbycat (below) watch the dancers.
(Right) GigoloKitty looks for another dance partner.

Time to rest and nap................

(Left) Ariel ready to nap.
(Right) Smeagol (behind) & Strider, all tuckered out.

Other kitties who stopped by for the party. (Mom didn't get pictures, sorry.)
Brandi
Meeko and Kiara
Bella and Dolce
Egypt and Dino
Luna
Georgia

Party Pictures (2)

Here are some additional party pictures, with more coming tomorrow.

(Left) While Dancing, Edsel pulls Boni's tail, as Mittens watches.
((Right) Bonnie listens to the tunes.

(Left) Beau Beau checking out the party invitation.
(Right) Sammy looks on, as Mistrie tosses party favors at him.

Party Pictures (1)

Here are pictures of some of the kitties who took hokey pokey lessons.
Helping out the kitties learn left from right paws, we put purple stickers on the left paw. More pictures tomorrow.

(Left) Miles waiting to start lessons.
(Right) Smiley Boy, Derby visits with Patches after lessons.

(Left) Chatham cleans sticker off, after the lesson.

(Right) Charlie checks his paw.

Party Posts (2)

We decided to make a second post for comments, the one is getting long and taking a long time to load. So start posting party comments here.........

Party Posts

This spot is reserved for comments for those of you attending the dance party (see post below.)
The party has begun. Put on your dancing toes.

Patches, Mittens, Mistrie