February 8th 2012 1:16 pm
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No, we am not trying to be pirates...We are helping meowmy to vent her frustrations. HISSS!
She wanted to restart/reboot the computer today, but it will not cooperate at all...so now she is using a borrowed one...so she can only do typing tasks, like reading diaries, or making comments. But she can't make any pics or things like that because she cannot install the needed plugin to do those...well, that means one good thing, We will surely get more kitty time this way, MOL!
We had to hide from one of those worker dudes who come to the den and invaded it to do what they call work...but Pipo got a bit curious and was brave enough to show himself to that dude...who said he was handsome! Well...duh!
Minko stayed out of sight...until he left, then all of a sudden he showed up!
Meowmy is starting to get a wee bit of better movement and strength in her wrist, now that she is going to physio.
Well, we sure hope we won't miss out on making any important pics for our furends. Sorry if we do, though...
February 6th 2012 4:58 pm
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We have been named as co-honorees of the title FOTW, by DARCY
That was a surprise for sure!
It should be a lot of fun, and we have put the pics that Darcy made on our page.
Big purrs to you and your Mom!
February 2nd 2012 9:11 am
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Well, we are surely getting ourselves out of our comfort zone today...
We saw that the kitty BOOTZ
who is the Diary of the day, is a furry new kitty here, and she doesn't even have any furends that we can see...
She is a purrty kitty, and well, of course her blue eyes got us smitten...MOL!
Maybe you who read this can pay her a visit and say meow and purrs to her.
We made her a pic, too...we hope she finds it!
Meowmy is taking extra long to get anything done around here, let alone on Catster...MOL! Wearing a splint on her dominant hand is not ideal...but we love having her here with us!
Send some Purrs, too, if you have a moment to TeddyBearz and his furmily, as his meowmy is having some health issues.
Sheesh! So much trouble...one of meowmy's non-Catster furends scratched her cornea...OMC anything with eyes is so painful:(
Well enough of our mews fur now...
January 28th 2012 8:19 pm
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Here is a wee something meowmy found in her inbox a while ago. and saved for such a time as this...
I Wish You Enough
I wish you Enough!
Recently I overheard a Father and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure.
Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the Father said, 'I love you, and I wish you enough.'
The daughter replied, 'Dad, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Dad.'
They kissed and the daughter left. The Father walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see he wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed me in by asking, 'Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?'
'Yes, I have,' I replied. 'Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?'.
'I am old, and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is - the next trip back will be for my funeral,' he said..
'When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, 'I wish you enough.' May I ask what that means?'
He began to smile. 'That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone.' He paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail, and he smiled even more. 'When we said, 'I wish you enough,' we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them.' Then turning toward me, he shared the following as if he were reciting it from memory.
I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how grey the day may appear.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.
I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.
He then began to cry and walked away.
They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them; but then an entire life to forget them.
Don't be in such a hurry that you have forgotten your friends.
Take Time To Live..
To all our friends and loved ones, We wish you ENOUGH!
We wish all our furends Enough!
Enough hugs to be tight and meaningful,
Enough purrs to be heard all over the world,
Enough love to heal all wounds of soul and spirit.
Purrs, Hugs and Love
Pipo & Minko
January 1st 2012 9:26 pm
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Our new year is starting off with a wildness that is not too wonderfur at all! SNOW! In the form of a winter storm! So we will be wielding the shovels, or at least the peeps will be, while we get to snoopervise in the comfort of our window seats, MOL!
We have a lot of wind, blowing things around including the snow. The police have asked peeps not to be driving unless it is furry necessary, since there is also ice under that snow. UGH!
Hopefurly the worst will be over when meowmy has to go to work tomorrow afternoon...and on Tuesday when our unfurbros have to back to university.
We want to wish all of our wonderfur furends a most happy and healthy New Year! Lots of fun, too...here in catsterland and in your dens.
That being said, meowmy is getting overwhelmed and overloaded!
We have hundreds of furends, here. And we love you all! Well we don't have the record on number of furends...otherwise she would be swamped!! MOL! As you know meowmy loves to make picture mementos for any furs that have need of recognition, such as Birthdays, Gotcha days and Diary or other important honors here in Catsterland.
Some of those pics take 30 minutes or more to compose and purrfect. She sometimes makes so many that there is no time for us to play here, let alone for her to do the things that we want her to do with us...nevermind the chores and such...she loves to do them and send them as 'gifts' but the fact is it is becoming like a burden, the first thing she does each day is look and count how many furs there are who are in our circle of furends and then begin to plan how to get them all done and sent out...
She thinks the approach to take would be to do say Cat of the Day/Week/Diary of the Day, when she knows that we know who those furs are.
Or if a fur has nevfur had a pic from us, and gets a DDP, then purrhaps they too might receive one. Since meowmy does these pics for dogs, too, that would make a max of 4 -6 a day...
Others would be gladly done, with love, if they were requested from us, by you our furends.
Meowmy says her full time job is not Catster but as a Nurses Assistant! MOL!
She does not want to hurt feelings, but this is really causing issues...
Let us know if this is OK with you furends!
We think that she will continue to be our avid typist in all of your pages, she loves you all too much to quit doing that! MOL!
Meanwhile we await your input and ideas.
Purrs and loads of love!
December 28th 2011 10:03 pm
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No words of wisdom, today, but many thanks fur all the Christmas cards that we received...in the mail, by cyber mail, and by Pmail!
We ♥ all of our furends so much!
Thanks too for the gifts and rosettes that are now decorating our page! And the comments sent to us with such love!
Many thanks to the Catsterland peeps who let us make use of the free mistletoe! We can still hear a lot of smooching going on...MOL!
Pipo had a birthday the other day, Minko has his today (we are in the Eastern time zone...)so it is already the 29th!
Well now we are both senior kitties according to the vet, but we do not feel old at all...au contraire!
And of course it is 3 years until we gain admittance to the Old Furts Club...MOL!
Purrs to all!
Happy Mew Year!
Happy New Year!
December 21st 2011 9:07 am
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Hello fellow Catsters!
Merry Christmas to all of you and your furmilies!
Here is a story out of our local paper about a kitty that fur sure is having a furry Happy Christmas.
Hadley - His Story
Some of the details are so sad, but in the end there is nothing but love and happiness, for kitty and his mom!
This kitty is named Hadley, and we would think that he could be the sweetest and most furgiving kitty on the earth!
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
December 12th 2011 9:04 am
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Someone sent this to our meowmy and we thought it was really great so we wanted to share it with you:
A Santa Story
I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma. I was just a kid.
I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the day my big sister dropped the bomb: "There is no Santa Claus," she jeered. "Even dummies know that!"
My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to her that day because I knew she would be straight with me. I knew Grandma always told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her "world-famous" cinnamon buns. I knew they were world-famous, because Grandma said so. It had to be true.
Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites, I told her everything. She was ready for me. "No Santa Claus?" she snorted...."Ridiculous! Don't believe it. That rumor has been going around for years, and it makes me mad, plain mad!! Now, put on your coat, and let's go."
"Go? Go where, Grandma?" I asked. I hadn't even finished my
second world-famous cinnamon bun. "Where" turned out to be
Kerby's General Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything. As we walked through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars. That was a bundle in those days. "Take this money," she said, "and buy something for someone who needs it. I'll wait for you in the car." Then she turned and walked out of Kerby's.
I was only eight years old. I'd often gone shopping
with my mother, but never had I shopped for anything all by myself. The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas shopping.
For a few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching that ten-dollar bill, wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for.
I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbors, the kids at school, the people who went to my church.
I was just about thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby
Decker. He was a kid with bad breath and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in Mrs. Pollock's grade-two class. Bobby Decker didn't have a coat. I knew that because he never went out to recess during the winter. His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, but all we kids knew that Bobby Decker didn't have a cough; he didn't have a good coat. I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I
would buy Bobby Decker a coat!
I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it. It looked real warm, and he would like that.
"Is this a Christmas present for someone?" the lady behind the
counter asked kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down. "Yes, ma'am," I replied shyly. "It's for Bobby."
The nice lady smiled at me, as I told her about how Bobby really
needed a good winter coat. I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag, smiled again, and wished me a Merry Christmas.
That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat (a little tag fell
out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible) in Christmas paper and ribbons and wrote, "To Bobby, From Santa Claus" on it.
Grandma said that Santa always insisted on secrecy. Then she
drove me over to Bobby Decker's house, explaining as we went that I was now and forever officially, one of Santa's helpers.
Grandma parked down the street from Bobby's house, and she and I
crept noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk. Then Grandma gave me a nudge. "All right, Santa Claus," she whispered, "get going."
I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down on his step, pounded his door and flew back to the safety of the bushes and Grandma.
Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to open. Finally it did, and there stood Bobby.
Fifty years haven't dimmed the thrill of those moments spent
shivering, beside my Grandma, in Bobby Decker's bushes. That night, I realized that those awful rumors about Santa Claus were just what Grandma said they were -- ridiculous. Santa was alive and well, and we were on his team.
I still have the Bible, with the coat tag tucked inside: $19.95.
May you always have LOVE to share,
HEALTH to spare and FRIENDS that care...
And may you always believe in the magic of Santa Claus!
We hope this is helping to make your day brighter and that it puts a spring in your steps as you go about your preparations for Christmas!
December 3rd 2011 8:34 am
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Here is another really neat item meowmy helped us hunt out of the Christmas storage on the big web world treasure chest:
There are no mistakes when one puts God in the picture....
The "W" in Christmas
Each December, I vowed to make Christmas a calm and peaceful experience. I had cut back on nonessential obligations - extensive card writing, endless baking, decorating, and even overspending. Yet still, I found myself exhausted, unable to appreciate the precious family moments, and of course, the true meaning of Christmas.
My son, Nicholas, was in kindergarten that year. It was an exciting season for a six year old. For weeks, he'd been memorizing songs for his school's "Winter Pageant." I didn't have the heart to tell him I'd be working the night of the production. Unwilling to miss his shining moment, I spoke with his teacher. She assured me there'd be a dress rehearsal the morning of the presentation. All parents unable to attend that evening were welcome to come then. Fortunately, Nicholas seemed happy with the compromise. So, the morning of the dress rehearsal, I filed in ten minutes early, found a spot on the cafeteria floor and sat down. Around the room, I saw several other parents quietly scampering to their seats. As I waited, the students were led into the room. Each class, accompanied by their teacher, sat cross-legged on the floor. Then, each group, one by one, rose to perform their song. Because the public school system had long stopped referring to the holiday as "Christmas," I didn't expect anything other than fun, commercial entertainment songs of reindeer, Santa Claus, snowflakes and good cheer. So, when my son's class rose to sing, "Christmas Love," I was slightly taken aback by its bold title. Nicholas was aglow, as were all of his classmates, adorned in fuzzy mittens, red sweaters, and bright snow caps upon their heads. Those in the front row, center stage, held up large letters, one by one, to spell out the title of the song. As the class would sing "C is for Christmas," a child would hold up the letter C. Then, "H is for Happy," and on and on, until each child holding up his portion had presented the complete message, "Christmas Love." The performance was going smoothly, until suddenly, we noticed her; a small, quiet, girl in the front row holding the letter "M" upside down - totally unaware her letter "M" appeared as a "W".
The audience of 1st through 6th graders snickered at this little one's mistake. But she had no idea they were laughing at her, so she stood tall, proudly holding her "W". Although many teachers tried to shush the children, the laughter continued until the last letter was raised, and we all saw it together.
A hush came over the audience and eyes began to widen. In that instant, we understood the reason we were there, why we celebrated the holiday in the first place, why even in the chaos, there was a purpose for our festivities.
For when the last letter was held high, the message read loud and clear:
"C H R I S T W A S L O V E"
And, I believe, He still is.
Amazed in His presence... .humbled by His love.
Again, HAVE A BLESSED CHRISTMAS SEASON!
We hope you enjoyed this as much as we did!
Meowy Catmas to all of our furends!!
November 24th 2011 10:41 am
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Well, pals we haven't any wisdom to pen here in a while...nor do we today!
But we do have a funny poem to share with you, that meowmy dug up in the interwebs..
The Thanksgiving Poem
T’was the eve of Thanksgiving,
But I just couldn’t sleep.
I tried counting backwards,
I tried counting sheep.
The leftovers beckoned,
The dark meat and white.
But I fought the temptation,
With all of my might.
Tossing and turning,
The thought of a snack
So I raced to the kitchen,
Flung open the door,
And gazed at the fridge,
Full of goodies galore.
I gobbled up turkey,
And buttered potatoes,
Pickles and carrots,
Beans and tomatoes.
I felt myself swelling,
So plump and so round.
‘til all of a sudden,
I rose off the ground.
I crashed through the ceiling,
Floating into the sky,
With a mouthful of pudding,
And a handful of pie.
But I managed to yell
As I soared past the trees
Happy eating to all,
Pass the cranberries, please!!
May your stuffing be tasty
May your turkey be plump.
May your potatoes and gravy
Have nary a lump.
May your yams be delicious,
May your pies take the prize
And May your Thanksgiving dinner
Stay off of your thighs!
Now that you are all giggling, your dinner of whatever feast you indulged in may settle and digest better, MOL!
Happy Thanksgiving to all of our precious furends!♥♥♥
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