Happy Birthday To Puff and Powder!

14 years of love and happiness. They both think that they are kittens! 'Nip for everyone - Happy Birthday to my sweet and fabulous sisters!

Puff and Powder Are A Dozen Years Old Today!

Guess who is a dozen years old? No Foolin'!

(re-posted from 2007)

It's April Fool's Day and it's also the day in 1998 that my two calico sisters, Puff and Powder entered into this world. Born in a barn and destined to have a incredibly short, crappy life full of disease, hungry coyotes and extreme temperatures, these two gals hit the kitty jackpot. At the same time they were born Mommy and Daddy were getting ready to enter into wedded bliss and the only thing Mommy wanted for a wedding gift was a cat. Yup...one cat. Daddy already had a D.O.G. - a sweet guy by the name of Jordan. A Golden Retriever who was about the happiest, silliest canine around. So after the vows and the short, but very sweet honeymoon, Mommy and Daddy drove many, many miles into the flat and boring Southwest Kansas country for a calico (that was Daddy's only requirement).


They arrived at the farm and were directed to the barn. The people who lived there were not what you might call cat people. They were people who had cats in a barn. A lot of cats in the barn, an awful lot of cats in the barn! Mommy felt overwhelmed. Daddy searched till he found a little calico kitten who was busy chasing around with her littermates. He scooped her up, looked her over and called it good. Time to go, right? Well, not quite. Mommy had been looking around and noticed the ittyest, bittyest kitten (calico) in a bale of hay trying with all of her might to back her little butt into the hay so she wouldn't be noticed. This just made Mommy more determined to meet her and the closer Mommy got, the more this little ball of fluff burrowed and hissed and spit and hissed some more. Mommy was hooked by her determination. Daddy couldn't say no. So, in that awful barn in Kansas is where Mommy and Daddy started our little feline family. Puff and Powder got a great home, and as a result of them being incredibly cute and wonderful, more cats have been welcomed into this family, like ummmm - ME!

So Puff and Powder, thanks for not screwing things up for those of us who got to join you later. I hope we share the same food, bed, toys, windows, home and the love of our parents for many, many, many more birthdays to come. I really do love you more than tuna juice!
 

Formerly Feral Friday

Today is the day my calico sisters venture off to the VET for their geriatric wellness visits. As you might imagine things are a little stressful this morning. Anytime we even SENSE that something is amiss with our routine we are not happy. Puff is fairly clueless, but Powder has planted herself under the guest bed and I am guessing she's not going to go willingly into the PTU. She won't be bribed out with stinky goodness, tuna or even HAM!  Mommy is being all Scarlett O'Hara about it and will "worry about it in a few hours"...

What Powder does not realize, even after her 11 years on this earth, is that Mommy has always won the game. Always.

With that being said, I ask that you think good thoughts for my tri-colored sisters and that their visit shows them to be in excellent geezer  geriatric health. Even we formerly ferals know the importance of good health!

Smoochies to all of you on this first Friday of December!

Little Stories From The Past - Puff and Powder

Puff and Powder, May 1998

Puff and Powder had been living with Mommy and Daddy for a few days when this photo was taken. You can see how much smaller than Powder is than her sister. They were still getting accustomed to life in a house and living with a doggie. It was a big, big world for those two and they did not know all of the wondeful adventures that were ahead of them.

Mommy loves this photo - she always gets a smile on her face when she sees those two little kittens that were born in a barn!