Mystery (Rainbow Bridge)


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"Oh what a prettiful fit, Puppycat helped me buff up my new wings."

Home:Springfield, OH  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Female   Weight: 8 lbs.

Cats, Am I A Mystery!

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"Cats, Am I A Mystery!"

This Is Okay I Guess ...

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"This Is Okay I Guess ..."

... But This Is My Better Side

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"... But This Is My Better Side"

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Tis better to buy a small bouquet and give to your friend this very day, Than a bushel of roses white and red to lay on his coffin after he

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"Tis better to buy a small bouquet and give to your friend this very day, Than a bushel of roses white and red to lay on his coffin after he's dead."

Could my momma be the most beautiful girl in the world? You can see, she has a kind of beauty that comes from inside.

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"Could my momma be the most beautiful girl in the world? You can see, she has a kind of beauty that comes from inside."

Here comes Mystee Meowy Tail purring down the Catster trail - Meowy Purry Easter is on the way...

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"Here comes Mystee Meowy Tail purring down the Catster trail - Meowy Purry Easter is on the way..."

............ Daddy is a SUPER MAN! ............

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"............ Daddy is a SUPER MAN! ............"

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The family of Sonny Bono Angel Dreamboat-#34, Presley Dreamette #27a and ♥ Paris Dreamette #27b
 

Nicknames:
Little Miss Stowaway. Mystee

Badges:
Rainbow Bridge
Quick Bio:
-part feral

Birthday:
April 1st 2002

Coloration:
Black and White

Likes:
I like standing on Mom's chin and grooming her hairline.

Pet-Peeves:
I am afraid of hands and being picked up. But once I'm in my Momma's arms I am ok, and I purr and I kneed - and then go nappy time.

Favorite Nap Spot:
I enjoy napping on Momma's chest.

Favorite Food:
I love cheese

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
Mom and Grandmom went out to celebrate Grandmom's birthday. They went to a mall and surrounding shopping centers 20 miles from home, that had 4 to 6 lane roads off the freeway. Later that evening, Mom realized she left her cell phone in the car, went out to get the cell phone, dropped the phone on the floorboard, and heard a hiss. Mom's first thought was - it was a snake! She thought about it for a minute and then looked under the car seat. There I was ... A Kitten!

Bio:
Mom used a folded towel to get me out from under the car seat. I was hissing, and growling, and scratching, and biting. I was put in Dakota's crate until I calmed a little, then Mom gave me food and water. I was parched and so hungey, and I drank a gallon and ate a pound. Then I took a nap. Mom looked me over better the next day. I am a little girl, weigh about one pound, do not have all of my teeth yet, and I still have my belly button scab - but I am able to eat kitty kibble, able to jump into a car, and I know the litter box. So mom is just guessing as to my age at this point for some advice of very nice catsters, but she thinks I am more like 4 months. We will have to see what the vet thinks. All can see that I have had a ruff life so far. I am afraid of human hands, I have healing scabs on my ears, and a scar on one ear that looks like the tip was torn/bitten off. How I came to be in Momma's car is a mystery, my past is a mystery, and my behaviors are a mystery, so I am named - - Mystery. _________________________________ ME FIRST CATSTER FRIEND: Joy is me first friend I made on the catster _________________________________ ME FIRST ROSETTE: I recieved my first rosette on August 21, 2006 from The "Condiment plus one Gang including Know-No" = Cinnamon, Ginger, Pepper, Pumpkin, Spice, Sugar, Thistle , Rascal, and Know-No _________________________________ ME FIRST PAW MAIL:I received me first paw mail from Chewbacca

Forums Motto:
Living a bit on the wild side

I've Been On Catster Since:
August 21st 2006 More than 8 years!

I Was In The:
Catster's 2006 Holiday Picture Party!

Rosettes Given In The Past Month:


Special Gifts Given In The Past Month:
Samoa - Diva Angel


Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:
369484

for 3161 days


Meet my family
DakotaIcebox
(Rainbow
Bridge)
Hawkeye
(Rainbow
Bridge)
Stovepipe
(Rainbow
Bridge)
Echo (Rainbow
Bridge)
Blanca
(Rainbow
Bridge)
Koty (Rainbow
Bridge)
Rana Pushpin
Tip Toe and
babies
BackstepPurrsuitQuest
ChaserScuffs
(Rainbow
Bridge)
Rowdy
Roughhouse
Teardrop
Tangles
Patchwork
Chaos

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Mystery's Musings


Tux Cat's Cracked Pots

January 1st 2013 12:00 am
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The Master sent Tux Cat to the town market to purchase some pots to carry the needed amount of water from the stream each day. There were many beautiful pots that were all sizes and shapes and colors, but her master only had a small amount of money to give her and she had to spend it wisely. She searched for half a day and finally found two pots she had enough money for. One pot had a crack 1/4 inch from it's top and the other had a crack in it's center, but both together would bring back the necessary amount of needed water her master required each day.

When Tux Cat returned she found a branch just the right length shaped perfectly that rested on the back of her neck and across her shoulders, and she tied a pot on each end. She hoisted the pots up and traveled down the lane to the stream, filled both pots all the way to their rims, and on her way back to her master's house Top Cracked Pot lost a little bit of it's water out of it's crack and Center Cracked Pot lost half it's water out of it's crack. She took the pots of water inside and her master smiled. "Well done, Tux Cat! You have brought me just the right amount of water" and then shortly her master hung the freshly cleaned table cloth in the crevice in the top of Top Cracked Pot and tended to his own daily chores.

After a few months flowers began to grow on one side of the lane, and each day after fetching the water Tux Cat gathered flowers and arranged them nicely atop the daily fresh cleaned table cloth on her master's table.

Daily for months, it was the same. Tux Cat went down the lane to the stream and she arrived back at her master's house with Top Cracked Pot full near to the top and Center Cracked Pot half full. Top Cracked Pot grew proud for daily he fulfilled what he was designed to do. Center Cracked Pot became embarrassed and felt he wasn't as good as Top Cracked Pot for his center crack did not allow him to fulfill what he was designed to do.

One morning at the stream Center Cracked Pot could no longer contain his failure and spoke up. "Oh dear Tux Cat. Since you have purchased me I have been able only to deliver half of what I have been designed for because this crack in my center causes water to leak out all the way back to your master's house. Because of my flaw, you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full value from your efforts. Why, at least Top Cracked Pot can use his flaw to hang dry the master's tablecloth each day" The pot then whispered in shame, "I apology for being imperfect."

Tux Cat answered, "What ever do you mean?" She lifted the pots upon her shoulders and went to the lane, then pointed at the barren side of the lane while she addressed Center Cracked Pot. "See this side of the lane? This is the side I always bring you down on. Now look at this side of the lane, the side I always take you back up on. On our way back, look and see."

On the way up the lane Tux Cat pointed out all the beautiful flowers. Asylum. Buttercup. Cosmos. Daisy. Iris. Larkspur. Marigold. Pansy. Rose. Violet. Zinnia. "My dearest Center Cracked Pot, what makes you think you are so flawed and it's your purpose to stay all the way full!" she exclaimed. "Do you not see? It is Top Cracked Pot's more water that keeps my master's table linens clean. It it you being just the way you are that daily nourishes these lovely flowers with water, and brings flowers onto my master's table."


In a nut shell, we are all cracked pots. Some cracks are not as obvious as other cracks and cracks come in different sizes, and all cracks leak to it's own degree. It is the cracks the make us individuals, the placement of the cracks that make us unique, and the size of the cracks that gives us our purpose. While everyone is designed the same, it is not one's purpose to stay filled to the top. When one hides his cracks or doesn't make the most of his cracks, he cheats himself and others of all that he is and can be. All cracked pots have beauty to bring to the table.

 

Me be Catster's Cat of the Day?

November 30th 2012 1:20 am
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Oh My! I get to be Catster's Cat of the Day, today. I have no idea what to meow, except that I'm in disbelief to now be among so many wonderfully more deserving than me Catsters.

I have been having so much fun in Catsterland and made so many friends of my very own since I started my weekly Mystery's Musings. Mom helps me a lot since cat paws don't type too well. I was working on a Baking Pies Musing, but could put that on hold and make Mom help me type up an early COTD Musing to put here.

Thank you so much all of my Catster, and Dogster too, furiends for making Catster a wonderful place to be.

 

Tux's Weekend To Riches

November 24th 2012 12:00 am
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Many years ago Tux Dad was a rebellious teen cat who left the farm for a better life. Tux Dad couldn't have all of his hearts desires stuck on the farm where he had to work just like the others cats, and he felt he deserved what the other cats had and should not have to work for it. So Tux Dad went to the big city to live in the area where cats could have everything of their hearts desire without lifting a paw.

In his quest to have everything all other cats have, Tux Dad changed and he became not a very nice cat. His personality wasn't the same anymore as he tossed names at the farm cats who prided themselves in hard work and he cried how the farm cats want to keep him down.

It wasn't long after acquiring all his free stuff that Tux Dad was blessed with a beautiful daughterfur, Tux Cat. It also wasn't long that Tux Cat became a rebellious teen cat who not only wasn't enjoying her free stuff but also had no desire to get more free stuff. How could Tux Cat be so ungrateful? Balls with bells in them and two silk mice stitched with golden thread and a plushy carpeted cat tree that filled the entire back room. A pool to sunbathe by and a neatly manicured carpet of grass to romp all day in. Three meals a day brought to her on silver platters and all the in between fishy treats to one's desire. Tux Dad taught Tux Cat well how to get everything for free... without lifting a paw.

Tux Dad pondered for several weeks on how to open his daughter's eyes. After all, the farm cats owe cats like them. It was decided Tux Cat would go for a weekend visit to distant cousins back on the farm, a cat furmily that is considered by many very poor. Maybe this will help his daugherfur to understand.

Sunday evening Tux Cat arrived back home just in time for dinner, and they talked about the many things Tux Dad did while she was away. At the end of the meal Tux Dad asked,"How was the trip?”

“It was great, Dad.”

“Did you learn how poor cats live?”

“Oh ... uh, yeah,”

“So, tell me, what did you learn on the farm with your cousins?”

Tux Cat answered, "Well Dad. We have some nice stuffed mice to bat around here and there, and they have all the alive mice one can imagine to play with that play back. We have imported lanterns in our garden to see at night, and they have stars at night that go on forever. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden, and they have a creek that reaches so far you can't see the end of it. We have a patio that reaches to the front yard, and they have the whole horizon to play in. We have a small well kept piece of land to live on, and they have fields that go beyond our sight. We have our food brought to us, and they get to go out and choose their own. We have servants who serve us, and they serve others. We have walls around our property to protect us, and they have friends to protect them.”

Tux Dad was kind of let down. It seems a weekend on the farm living like the farm cats didn't help her understand at all

"Goodnight Dad" Tux Cat yawned. She got up heading for bed and as she hugged her dadfur goodnight she whispered in his ear,

"Thanks, Dad, for showing me how poor we are".

When morning came Tux Dad packed up himself and Tux Cat, and moved back to the farm. For you see, all of his life it was HE who didn't understand.


In the quest to have way too plenty and riches, we loose so much of ourselves. It isn't the having that is wrong or immoral, as long as what you have is the product of your own hard work and not from the sweat of another. While having the desire of items, the same items, and better items as others we do not realize what we must leave behind, and this is more so true when we think we deserve it without working as hard as others. To have a silk mouse one must give up the dozens of playmates, and to have the biggest tree inside the house one must give up the one that is alive with buds in the spring and color in the fall and teaming with birds singing. There is a cost to everything. Some costs are small and some costs are the very soul of who you are. It isn't the journey to achieving riches that starve one's soul but what one is willing to give up traveling the wrong roads. Many search until the dead ends of many long roads in pursuit what the other guy has, when all that is truly richness has always been in their own back yards.

 
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