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!♥♥♥
November 9th 2011 6:38 pm
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OMC! It has been a long time since we posted anything here...too long!
Well, meowmy has been going through some stresses and so she thought it would be good to get some stress relief...and of course we know that many of you kitties and your furmilies are also enduring stressfur times, so this is fur you too.
Some "perspectives" are worth sharing!
A young lady confidently walked around the room while leading and explaining stress management to an audience; with a raised glass of water, and everyone knew she was going to ask the ultimate question, 'half empty or half full?'..... she fooled them all... "How heavy is this glass of water?", she inquired with a smile.
Answers called out ranged from 8 oz. to 20 oz.
She replied, "The absolute weight doesn't matter. It depends on how long I hold it. If I hold it for a minute, that's not a problem. If I hold it for an hour, I'll have an ache in my right arm. If I hold it for a day, you'll have to call an ambulance. In each case it's the same weight, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes." She continued, "and that's the way it is with stress. If we carry our burdens all the time, sooner or later, as the burden becomes increasingly heavy, we won't be able to carry on."
"As with the glass of water, you have to put it down for a while and rest before holding it again. When we're refreshed, we can carry on with the burden - holding stress longer and better each time practiced. So, as early in the evening as you can, put all your burdens down. Don't carry them through the evening and into the night... pick them up tomorrow.
Whatever burdens you're carrying now, let them down for a moment. Relax, pick them up later after you've rested. Life is short. Enjoy it and the now 'supposed' stress that you've conquered!"
1 * Accept the fact that some days you're the pigeon, and some days you're the statue!
2 * Always keep your words soft and sweet, just in case you have to eat them.
3 * Always read stuff that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it.
4 * Drive carefully... It's not only cars that can be recalled by their Maker..
5 * If you can't be kind, at least have the decency to be vague.
6 * If you lend someone $20 and never see that person again, it was probably worth it..
7 * It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others.
8 * Never buy a car you can't push.
9 * Never put both feet in your mouth at the same time, because then you won't have a leg to stand on.
10 * Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance.
11 * Since it's the early worm that gets eaten by the bird, sleep late.
12 * The second mouse gets the cheese.
13 * When everything's coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.
14 * Birthdays are good for you. The more you have, the longer you live.
15 * You may be only one person in the world, but you may also be the world to one person.
16 * Some mistakes are too much fun to make only once.
17 * We could learn a lot from crayons. Some are sharp, some are pretty and some are dull. Some have weird names and all are different colors, but they all have to live in the same box.
18 * A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour.
19 * Have an awesome day and know that someone has thought about you today.
20 * It was us, your friends!
*Save the earth..... It's the only planet with chocolate !*
We hope this served its purpose!
Well, meowmy left us for a few days to go to Ontario and visit her sister and aunt, because her aunt was having her 92nd birthday! And she is doing well, and enjoys all the things her life is blessed with!
She took dog-guy with her, so we had a staycation that was good at least in that regard...but all of a sudden pawppy who was supposed to be staying with us, had to make an emergency trip to Washington, DC. Our Grammy had a massive stroke:( Meowmy asked pawppy if he wanted her to go along, but he said no, that she would have to go in a separate car, and she could not take any more time off her (fairly new) job...since they do not allow enough time to attend a funeral so far away...and yes our Grammy did pass away on the 8th.
(Do not feel too sad for us, Grammy has not been well at all and suffered from severe dementia for a long time, so this is a release from her earthly frailties.)
So meowmy hurried back home from her trip, and now we are here alone...at least for several more days...and meowmy will be missing both the funeral and the memorial service...but at least we can communicate at any time with pawppy via the 'puter or phone...
Tomorrow meowmy has to go back to work...probably a good thing to get her mind on other things!
Sunday the 13th is her birthday...so us kitties will have to do the entertaining for her! We are good at that, we think. It sure will be a strange day for her! And she has to work that day, too, MOL!
Is this stress? MOL! She is glad that we know how to help...we are good at purring and lapwarming...
Well she did go to a group of friends this morning, so at least she is not alone...and her church is a big support, too.
Purrs to all and thanks for stopping by for your own dose of stress relief!
October 3rd 2011 9:25 pm
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Well, meowmy sort of rescued a kitty...a sweet little calico one.
She was ambling aimlessly down the middle of a busy road and the traffic was snarled...but nobody was doing anything at all, except to honk, which was just confusing this poor little kitty.
So meowmy pulled over and got out of her van, and just put up her hand, walked over to that kitty and picked her up. She did not protest or try to run away.
Some peeps waved at meowmy, and one lady rolled down her window and said thanks...but didn't offer to help at all. Whatevfur!
So meowmy walked back to the side walk and put the kitty down on the grass by the nearest home...and kitty walked right into the back yard there...sheesh! Where were her pawrents when they were needed?
Meowmy scoured the papers here but in the next couple of days found no flyers or ads, so she thinks that this kitty had just made a wrong move...she had the biggest lovely golden eyes!
Then today she found these notices in the thanks section of our paper:
• A huge bouquet of roses to the man who I felt was like a guardian angel for me. I pulled off to the side of the road Thursday afternoon, Sept. 22, to rescue a tiny kitten trying to cross a very busy Dickman Road. This man in a blue Ford Ranger stopped behind me, tried to control traffic until I had safely caught the kitten and was back to my truck. I wish I could have spoken with you more - and thanked you - but as you can imagine, the kitten was terrified and I had to get back to my truck with it. Thank you so much whoever you are! God bless you!! - Lori Sanden
• A beautiful bouquet of roses to Gail Mills, Doug Wolfgang, Patty Yost and Taylor Yost for joining us at the Pets Gone Wild Adoption Event. It is because of wonderful volunteers like you that we are able to do these events and reach out to a wider audience. Every animal in the shelter deserves a chance at a loving forever home and we thank you for all that you do in contributing to that both in and out of the shelter. Thanks again. - Humane Society of South Central Michigan
The first one sounds like a similar situation that confronted meowmy.
And once again we are inspired by the fact of all the purrs that helped find Ingen!
And we see that now she is the kitty of the week! Yeah!
September 30th 2011 8:29 am
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OMC! Yet another furbaby has become a missing kitty.
This time it is Ingen who has escaped from the motel room as she and her furmily were traveling to their new home.
Right now it is cold and wet and stormy even, not pleasant to out in, scared and lost.
Please start up your purr engines...or refuel them so that we can all purr as hard as we can to help get Ingen back to her Mommy and furblings ASAP.
We are purring at full throttle...PUUUURRRRRING...
September 25th 2011 7:41 pm
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Since baseball is slowly winding down the season, we thought it would be appropriate to miaow this inspiring game story that we found in that great web of internets...and we need to hear things like this to keep our spirits well.
The Lord's Baseball Game
Marie and the Lord stood by to observe a baseball game. The Lord's team was playing Satan's team.
The Lord's team was at bat, the score was tied zero to zero, and it was the bottom of the ninth inning, with two outs.
They continued to watch as a batter stepped up to the plate named Love.
Love swung at the first pitch and hit a single, because "Love never fails".
The next batter was named Faith, who also got a single because Faith works with Love.
The next batter up was named Godly Wisdom. Satan wound up and threw the first pitch.
Godly Wisdom looked it over and let it pass: Ball one. Three more pitches and Godly Wisdom walked because he never swings at what Satan throws.
The bases were now loaded. The Lord then turned to Marie and told her He was now going to bring in His star player. Up to the plate stepped Grace. Marie said, "He sure doesn't look like much!"
Satan's whole team relaxed when they saw Grace.
Thinking he had won the game, Satan wound up and fired his first pitch. To the shock of everyone, Grace hit the ball harder than anyone had ever seen!
But Satan was not worried; his center fielder let very few get by.
He went up for the ball, but it went right through his glove, hit him on the head and sent him crashing on the ground.
The roaring crowds went wild as the ball continued over the fence...for a home run!
The Lord's team won!
The Lord then asked Marie if she knew why Love, Faith and Godly Wisdom could get on base but couldn't win the game. Marie answered that she didn't know why.
The Lord explained, "If your love, faith and wisdom had won the game, you would think you had done it by yourself. Love Faith and Wisdom will get you on base, but only My Grace can get you Home." "For by Grace are you saved, it is a gift of God; not of works, lest any man should boast."
(Ephesians 2, verses 8&9)
That is just so neat to hear this explained this way!
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