Marino is still in the hospital

This is Peyton again, writing for Marino. He is still in the hospital...his urinalysis came in late this afternoon and he has crystals in his urine. Cotton came home today and boy is he happy....please keep praying for Marino, the vet has no idea when he will get to come home and mom is feeling bad for not getting him to the vet earlier. She didn't know who was peeing in the floor so she didn't know it was Marino b/c he didn't act sick. Our mommy is missing him and feeling really bad.

Marino says to tell everyone thanks for all of his rosettes and prayers...it's making him feel better and mommy too.

Love,

Peyton

PLEASE PRAY...I AM IN THE HOSPITAL

This is Peyton and I am writing this diary for my brother Marino or Roo as our mom calls him....we are all very worried about our brother as mom left with him this morning and he didnt come back. I over heard my mommy telling my granny that Marino is very, very sick and the vet don't know why...his fever is very high and he has diarrhea...mommy was crying while she was talking to our granny and asking her to pray. Mommy was up all night last night with Marino and Cotton(he is in the hospital too!) Mom said she has no idea how she will sleep tonight without Marino beside her and Cotton in her arms. We brothers have never been away from our mom and we know Marino must be scared stiff there all alone.....Please pray for our Marino and our Cotton too....Pray for mommy too b/c I heard her tell granny that she would go nuts if anything happens to Marino..

Thanks

Peyton

The Commandments according to King Marino

The House Rules according to King Marino.

#1-Thou shalt not eat one bite of cat food before I do!

#2-Thou shalt not go pee without Marino present, regardless of time.

#3-Thou shalt not pet, kiss, or talk to Murphy in my presence...EVER!

#4-Thou shalt not lie on my blanket in my bed with my momma EVER!

#5-When entering my house, thou shalt not speak to anyone else before speaking to ME! I am KING!

#6-None of these stupid kittens shall ever sleep in my bed EVER!

#7-Thou shalt not go to bed without first: giving me 1 pack of Meow Mix food at bedtime..PERIOD!

#8-Thou shalt not fuss or discipline me when I smack, hiss, bite or attack any kitten brat in my house...Least I pout for hours on end...(kitty cat silent treatment)

#9 Thou shalt not approch my feet with any sort of clippers in attempt to snip my beautiful claws which I work so hard to sharpen (especially on mom's door facings)

#10-Thou shalt not speak the word "NO" regardless of what it pertains too...I am King and shalt not be refused anything...

Happy Birthday to us...Happy Birthday to us...Happy Birthday- Momma's Boyz...

We found it so strange that mom got up this morning and strange noises were coming out of her mouth. Not the using fussing and bickering because the alarm is going off or fussing at Sweetie because he is under her feet about to trip her, but some other kind of noises. She started talking about how it was our birthday, whatever that is! Anyway it sounded something like this "Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday R0o, Peyton, and Sweetie, Happy Birthday to you! AND MANY MORE!!!!!!" THen she starts talking about how we were born and she saved us from the rain and how she coudn't believe it had been that long. blah blah blah...just give us our tuna lady, that is all I was thinking. I know we have heard this story about 1,000 times. We all have to humor our humans just to get some discent food. Well, I like it when momma loves and makes these strange noises with her mouth, just not a feeding time!

awwwww...how nice to lay on our cat tree all day just soaking up the rays. I don't know what this birthday thing is, but we sure love it!

Why does my mom call me names?

Well it is bad enough that my name is Marino but I get called so many different names: Woo, WOO WoO, Roo, Rubic cube, and there are just too many to count. Now mom starts yelling "Marino Trivette, Stop being a bully!" WHAT DOES BULLY MEAN? I don't know but it must not be good. She says this alot when I slap the stuff out of my adopted sister Murphy or when I am mean to my brothers, but I don't get it. I mean I am king of this castle and if they are in my house they need to go by my rules so what is the problem. Oh Well, (yawn) I am sleepy and mom's lap looks inviting, so I am going to take a nap. I know she doesn't stay mad at me for long. I just walk up, let out a big meow, stretch and that is it, Mom is puddy in my paw!

How I spend my days being a big, fat, lazy, cry baby!

Hi, My name is Marino (my daddy named me because he loves Dan Marino. He insisted on naming me Dan, but my mom in all her wisdom, would have none of that). As soon as my mommy's alarm clock goes off in the morning, I spring into action by meeting her at the bed and giving her a private escort to the shower. I wait forever, it seems like, for her to get out of the shower, so sometimes I have to scream really loud. Finally, she gets out and I escort her to the Kitchen. I cannot make out what she is doing, so I must Leap to the cabinet top, along with my brother Peyton, so I can see exactly what is going on. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....yes...of course, it is feeding time. Hum, I wonder if today will be tuna day. Well, breakfast is over and it is time for all of us kitties to go back to bed, now that mom and dad is up and getting ready for work, the bed is all ours, for the rest of the day.

Well, it is 5:30 and I sit and wait at the top of the stairs for my mom to get home from work. She is here and time to escort her back to the bathroom for my welcome home love. If my new sister even graces the bathroom door, I must attack! This is my time and only my time.

Then I cry until mom yells for me to come get on her lap. Then I sleep until time for mom and dad to go to bed.....and then....its PLAY TIMEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! Yep, time to run down the halls, like herd of elephants, jump on mom's head while she tries to sleep and carry our stuffed rat down the hall meowing at the top of my lungs. I ususally make mom and dad very mad when me and my brother Peyton pulls this trick. But, most of the time, mom fusses at me, but then she starts laughing, because I am just so funny! Finally, after lots of fussing and a rattle of the newspaper, I calm down and go to sleep, usually in the bend of mom's legs. Ahhhhhhh this is the life, of a big, fat, cry baby!!!! It's so nice to be a cat!