From Simba's Mommy on Sim's Five Year Bridge Anniversary

On this day in 2008, Sim and I were separated after 20 years together. For the original, pre-Lion King Simba:
“My love involves the love before; / My love is vaster passion now; / …/I seem to love thee more and more. / Far off thou art, but ever nigh;”
-Tennyson, “In Memoriam”

25 = The Law

From Simba's Mommy: Sim would have turned 25 today. I suspect that she would have been excited to learn that 25 represents the law to St. Augustine and seized on the opportunity to declare her own law: no more Needle Ladies. :)

Glompity glomp glomps!

Twenty Four

"Twenty twenty twenty four hours to go
I want to be sed---"

Whoa! Hold your horses! Well, don't actually hold them. Because horses are much bigger than us kitties, and horses might think our tails are carrots. That would not be very good for our tails. I bet it is why my strange gray brother who thinks my mommy is his mommy only has a little nub instead of a real tail.

*chases tail; pauses mid-circle*

See? It is much more fun to have a tail than to not have a tail. And it is much more fun to romp and glomp than it is to be all sedated. So why would the Ramones write me a birthday song - 24 hours for my 24th birthday! - and then want to be sedated?

Maybe they are just too excited by the thought that I am 24. Maybe the idea of 24 whole hours of naked gardening (that's right: it's World Naked Gardening Day again!) is too much for them. But I think that the truth is that Needle Ladies have possessed the Ramones.

Furiends, we can't let them get away with this. For my 24th birthday, join me in naked gardening so we can find just the right herbs to exorcise those Needle Ladies.

Down with Needle Ladies! Down with Needle Ladies! But glompity glomp glomp glomps to all my Catster friends.

Glomping Since 1988

Oh, friends, thank you SO mewy much for the birthday messages and birthday flowers and birthday CAKE! My bestest friend in the whole wide world, Gordy, sent me a great big cake and told me not to share it. I was so mewy excited that I glomped the cake before I glomped Gordy! Looks like I shared anyhow. MOL. Who wants the next glomp?

Glompity glomp glomps to all my Catster friends, who are never far from my and mommy's heart.

I'm back!

I'm back
Back in black
I've been too long
I'm glad to be back

Or am I? Of course, I want to come back and play with all my friends. And if I say I'm back, I could very well mean just that, right? That I've been gone for a while and now I am not gone anymore. Of course, I could also mean that I just got out of a kennel. Or that I got back from the v-e-t. Or that mommy has been singing AC/DC too much. But how would any kitty know just what I mean? And, why, kitties, why oh why oh why should it be a big deal?

If you say that you're my friend and you want to know what's going on in my life, then I send you lots and lots of great big glompity glomp glomps. But if you say that I am breaking the law - a Catster law, and a meowy, MEOWY bad one at that - by talking about whether or not I am kenneled, then there is a great big problem, because HQ will kennel me again or remove me from Catster. And only because they *THOUGHT* that I referenced my account status. That sounds like the Thought Police to me, and the Thought Police are not very good: they would have arrested me a long time ago if they knew what I thought about the Needle Lady!

The Needle Lady makes me worry, but not as much as I worry about Catster. I may be at the bridge and not on Earth with my friends, but I still know some things about Earth and one of those things is that HQ is not psychic. HQ owes some kitties an apology. HQ also needs to rethink their policies. Why can a kitty not meow about their account status? If I say that, right now, I am not kenneled, I am violating their very silly policy. And if I HAVE been kenneled, can I not tell my friends I missed them when - er, if - I get out? Can I not defend myself against false accusations? Or have a public discussion about why the rules of our community are problematic or useful? If communities didn't allow those discussions, then I bet my best friend in the whole wide world (hi Gordy! hi hi hi!) and I would have to drink at separate water fountains because we are different colors. I bet I could not vote in the World's Coolest Cat Contest because I am not a boy.

Does this sound right to you, kitties?

Glompity glomp glomps to all my furbulous friends.

Furmily

For a very long time, my furbulous friends have been more than just furiends. They have been furmily. And even though Mommy cannot bring herself to let me go on Catster very often, we both think of you often. If you would like to keep in contact with my furmily, please find Mommy on Facebook, even though sometimes she makes obnoxious posts. Her name is Jen Santos (it might be easier to look at common friends: she is furiends with Gordy's mommy, Boogers' mommy, Hazel Lucy's mommy, Samoa's mommy, Ele's mommy, and so forth). I have been thinking a lot about my Catster furmily and I think I will very soon have something to say. Stay tuned.

Glompity glomp glomps to all my Catster furiends.

Always and Forever

Two years ago today, between 3:10 and 3:25 MST, my heart shattered. Shattered it remains.

Happy Birthday

to me! That's right, Catsters, if I were still with Mommy, I would be 22 years old today and pretty grumpy that those World Naked Gardeners persist in moving their date away from my birthday. Hey WNGs, I am naked and I would like to harvest your catnip, please.

Hmph. Those WNGs are not mewy cooperative. And neither is my Mommy. *I* wanted to do a whole big diary entry today about why 22 is so nifty. But Mommy says she is feeling "maudlin." I do not know what that means, but I sure hope no one pokes Mommy with a needle for it!

At least Mommy made sure Nero got a poke today, in honor of me. He even had to stay at the v-e-t. You see, this week Mommy learned that he and Gitta both have early CRF. Nero got the very same drugs that I used to have to take. I am sad for Mommy, but glad that the Needle Lady isn't coming after ME anymore. And when she comes for Gitta? That Needle Lady had better watch out!

Glompity glomp glomps to all my Catster furiends.

Mommy and I are so grateful that you haven't forgotten us; we have not - and will not! - forget you either.

I ♥ My Furiends

Wowie zowie, Catsters! Mommy does not let me log in to Catster mewy much anymore, but she did today and she nearly fell off of the couch: I bet she would say she is super duper touched (Nero - stop batting my mommy!) to see that my furiends have not forgotten me. Imagine her surprise at seeing treats and presents from my FURBULOUS friends? She is grinning and grinning even though she has to live with Nero.

I am very thankful for all my furiends and their pawrents, who are so very kind to me and my mommy. My mommy has not only met Gordy & Samoa's mom, but also Gimme & Ele's mommy! And guess what? She is also going to spend three whole days walking with them...and even MORE Catsters too! At first I thought, "nifty, a pilgrimage in my honor!" But, actually, it is not in my honor at all. You might think that would make me grumpy, but it is for breast cancer and not Nero so I think I will walk too, just above Mommy's head the whole time.

Glompity glomp glomps to all my earthbound and bridgebound friends!

Trifecta

Some of you kitties know that now that I am a bridge and mommy is in a whole new town - the very, very tiny kind of town - that she travels a lot. She gets in the growly machine so often that it takes a lot of work to protect her. It is a little bit neat, though, to travel so much with mommy, because sometimes I get to see Catster mommies, like Samoa's mommy and Gordy's mommy. One of these days, mommy will even meet Boogers' whole furmily! But for now, mommy is about to meet another Catster. Can you guess who is part of the (first) trifecta? I know! I know!

Glompity glomp glomps to all my Catster friends!