Piggy's Rules of Life #3

Hi:

It's Piggy. Rule #3....JAMES IS MINE!

Love,

Piggy

P.S. Hi. It's Grover. Listen. Wrong! Wrong, I say, wrong! He's MINE!

Piggy's Rules of Life #2

Hi:

It's Grover. Listen, if you leave any article of clothing on the floor, Piggy believes you put it there for his comfort, and will sleep on it.

I, of course, believe nothing he does or says to be true unless I test it out for myself, because he is prone to immature behavior like trying to look especially cute and comfy to entice me to snuggle up to him.

I will not be fooled by his fakery!

Love,

Grover

P.S. Alright, alright! Piggy was right....James' sweatpants are very comfortable. There. I said it. Now go away. We're trying to sleep here.

Piggy's Rules of Life #1

Hi:

It's Grover. Listen, this week I will share with you some of Piggy's Rules of Life, not all of which are original, as evidenced above of Piggy drinking my mom's water from her glass.

I DO THAT! HE DIDN'T MAKE THAT UP, THE LITTLE COPY PIG!

Harrumph.

Anyway, so that's Piggy's Rule of Life #1. Any glass of water you see about the house is yours. Feel free to quaff.

Even if it's really MY rule, I will allow Piggy to use it, too.

Because then he will get yelled at for it just like I do, and I do so enjoy when someone besides me gets yelled at.

Love,

Grover

Stop Staring

There's a heat pole in this corner of the bathroom. Piggy spends much of his day huddled up to it.

And he doesn't appreciate Peeping Toms.

Two to a Cell

Hi:

It's Grover. Listen, I'm not snuggling Piggy or anything so don't get the wrong idea. It's just that the floor in this corner gets nice and warm from the heat system.

Really.

It's not like I am suddenly fond of 'He of the Potato-Mushroom Casserole Aroma' pressed against me or anything.

Really.

Love,

Grover

P.S. Burp. Mom better start lockin' up these bottles o' booze or next thing ya know me and Piggy will be makin' out...

Gone But Not Forgotten, Unfortunately

Hi:

It's Grover. Listen, when my mom was in the shower and I was sleeping very snug and quiet and GOOD in her bed on her pillow, Piggy came into the bedroom and stole my mom's locket and was batting it around like it was a mouse.

She got out of the shower and heard him doing Something He Should Not Be Doing and went into the kitchen to see the above. By the way, that's the locket in which she keeps a few bits of Vito's ashes.Damn, I thought we'd gotten rid of the little interloper! But no, he lives on in infamy.

Sigh.

Love,

Grover

Cathy

I am very sad to report that we lost Cathy this morning.

Thank you so much for all the love and prayers and positive energy. I have passed them on to James and his family. You are a generous and wonderful bunch and I am so honored to 'know' you!

I have visions of Cathy playing with (i.e. trying to kick the crap out of - she was a feisty one!) Vito in the land of no-pain and where snow is a fun thing, not something that prevents you from getting where you need to go when you really need to get there.

No one knew that Cathy had a tumor, she was (or seemed) completely normal, healthy and Cathy-like up until the moment she wasn't. (Oh! Update 939am, I just found out the vet's final word was that Cathy did NOT have a tumor - but that she had some kind of extremely fast-growing bacterial infection...as to what caused that, I guess we will never know...she was totally normal one minute, and extremely sick the next. Sigh...life...)

Rest in peace, sweet Cathy. Your daddy is heartbroken and so are the rest of us.

OXO

Please help save Cathy.

This is Cathy, my boyfriend's cat.

He lives in Bayville, NJ, where the snow is so deep and the town so busy cleaning it up, that the streets near his house are still covered in more than two feet of snow and enormous drifts.

Cathy got sick this a.m. - vomiting, diarrhea, and is now very lethargic and barely breathing and must get to the emergency vet's, but the snow is too deep to drive, and although he's shoveled a path out of the driveway, the streets are absolutely impassable until the plows come.

He has called the city many times and, for hours, they keep saying they will get there; but they still have not gotten there and time is running out for Cathy.

Anyone with a plow near Bayville, NJ, who can come help save Cathy?

THANK YOU!

UPDATE 3:08pm - Thank you for your emails, comments and prayers! Unfortunately, the plows have still not been through so Cathy is still not at the vet. The emergency vet people are being awesome and are calling him periodically to see how Cathy is doing - they think she has an obstruction and may need surgery...so, hopefully James can get her to the vet soon...we shall see...

UPDATE 7:30pm - After hours of digging-out attempts, James' mother's detective work tracked down the mayor's home phone number, she called and let him know how poor town management is killing Cathy because they can't get to the emergency vet...and how much she donates to PETA, the ASPCA and The Humane Society...and what she would do if he didn't get the streets plowed NOW, he got the 'hint' and sent a plow immediately. Amazing! See, Bayville, it CAN be done! They are now at the animal hospital...but the vet thinks it may be too late to save Cathy...still don't know what's wrong with her, but she is extremely dehydrated with very low blood pressure. Thanks so much for all the love and prayers!

UPDATE 11:30pm - The vets believe that Cathy had a malignant tumor that burst. They are keeping her as comfortable as possible...she more than likely won't make it through the night, but we're so thankful she got to the hospital and is getting the best possible care and at least a chance. Thank you, again, for all the emails, comments, love and prayers. Y'all are such an amazing group and I so appreciate you! OXO

A Very Short Wintery Tale

Grover investigates the first snowball of the season.

Unimpressed by the first snowball of the season, Grover knocks it to the floor.

Unimpressed by Grover's fury, the first snowball of the season gets its revenge.

The End

Merry Merry Happy Happy To You and Yours! Mwah!

Birds of a Feather...

Hi. I'm Grover and I live in the bathroom sink.

Hi. I'm Piggy and I grow red fur in the winter.

Hi. I'm Allison and I keep a cat blog.

Just letting our freak flags fly.

Happy Wednesday, y'all!

OXO

You Are Getting Sleeeeeeeepppppppyyyyyy.....

Hi:

It's Grover.

Listen, Piggy is trying to hypnotize you.

Did it work?

I hope not.

He'd be simply unbearable if he actually had any sort of powers of hypnosis.

I can only imagine what would happen if suddenly we were all within his control and doing his bidding.

I suspect there would be an awful lot of snuggling and kissing.

Blech.

Love,

Grover

In Which Grover Has The Last Snore

Here is where I prefer to spend my Sunday mornings.

Hi:

It's Grover.

Listen, my mom doesn't seem to understand that when I am snoring it means I am SLEEPING and when she pokes me to make me stop snoring, it wakes me up, which sort of defeats the purpose of SLEEPING, doesn't it? It very much ANNOYS me when she POKES me all night to get me to stop snoring.

Also, it's futile, isn't it, if I go right back to snoring a few moments after she pokes me, right?

But she does not get this.

She is all poke, poke, poke, rub, rub, rub, Grover, shhhh...Grover...shhh...all night long.

However, in a funny twist of fate, and further proof that God loves cats (and has a sense of humor),

I feel I have my revenge.

See that guy up there? Yeah, he snores, too. Worse than me!

So, now it's all poke, poke, poke, rub, rub, rub, James, Grover, James, Grover...shhhh.. James, Grover...all night long!

Ha ha ha, mom! Joke's on you!

Love,

Grover

P.S. Hi, it's Piggy...listen, there is a box of something called BreatheRight Strips next to the bed and my mom kept saying she wishes they made them for Grover-sized noses, so ha ha ha Grover, if I were you, I'd sleep with one eye open! Love, Piggy

P.P.S. Hi, it's Grover. Really, Piggy? Really? Bitch, please!

Oh Em Eff Gee, We Missed You!

Hi:

Thank you. Over and over, thank you.

Our mom is still working through all the emails and comments and so appreciates each and every one. A plethora of them came through the Cat-Blog-O-Sphere and we are all very overwhelmed and honored by your concern and prayers! She wishes she could thank and hug you all in person and let you know how much it means to have so many people she's never even met in person supporting her in healing and wishing her well!

And, it worked!

We're back to life here and getting used to a new normal. A slower mom, but that's OK.

Mom's now fully diagnosed and under the care of good doctors. She's on meds for hypothyroidism (even though she disappeared before our eyes by losing 15 pounds for no reason), and hypertension, and has CKD. She's feeling good and back to work, and still taking it easy.

And, newsflash, we are now allowed to sleep in the bedroom again! We had been banned. Can you believe that?

Piggy blames me, because I snore and our mom hates repetitive noises, especially when she's sleeping. But I blame Piggy because he gets up a lot at night to poop and pee and drink water from the toilet and crunch dry food loudly and then get back in bed.

Now, you tell me, which is more annoying...a bald, pink thing drinking from the toilet and THEN getting back into bed and LICKING AND PATTING YOUR FACE...or, a delicate breathing sound emanating from a woolly, black, bat-like, kitten-sized Devon Rex who is brilliant and svelte?

I rest my case.

Anyway, she needs uninterrupted sleep now, and her attempts to ignore our incessant howling at and banging on the bedroom door all night were pissing her off, so she gave in and now let's us sleep in the big bed again.

Or, as we choose to believe, she simply realized we miss her so much now that she is out and about in the world again, because we got used to having her home all to ourselves for so many months. So we all sleep together in bed all night again, even though I still snore and Piggy still acts like a pig.

She's so easy to train, that one.

We are so happy. And all is good in the world.

Happy Friday!

Love,

Grover

Summertime and The Livin' Ain't Been Easy...

Piggy doing his best "Drunken Sailor" impression.

Hi:

It's Grover.

Listen, our mom has been unwell for a few months, and is still home from work, but has, finally, we think, started on the long road to recovery. She's very lucky to have so many great friends near and far all helping her get better. She hopes to be able to go back to work in another month or so (crossing paws, sniffing catnip for good luck) and that is when we'll probably be back to posting more often.

She wants you to know she so appreciates all your emails and good wishes and promises to get back to each one very soon! She is so looking forward to getting back to LIFE and catching up with all the mischief our cat and human friends are up to, and hopes y'all are enjoying your Summer!

Here are some pictures of what life is like around here...


This is a picture of Piggy and how he looked the other morning after he ripped open a bag that mom had tied up to bring down for recycling. He pulled all the packing paper out of it and made a bed from it. As you can see, he's none-too-pleased that mom got all up in his bidness.


Here is a picture of me exploring a box of housewarming goodies sent to us by Jodi. There was so much good stuff in there for me! She's so thoughtful! However, that sneaky, stinky Piggy ended up claiming the pink catnip mouse for himself, and he made it all soggy with his incessant licking, so now I won't even go near it. Harrumph.

Mom found a few short video clips of our little brother Vito that she had taken with her cell phone and put them all together and here they are. We miss him. A lot...

And that is all we have to report. Back to sleep for all of us. Hope you're having a great Summer!

Love,

Grover

Love Big, Y'all

Don Vito Curlyone 2.?.09 - 11.27.09

I just found this pic of Vito and me and it made me sad and happy all at the same time.

This was taken on Thanksgiving, the night before he died.

He spent his last days in my arms or curled up with his BFF Piggy. I feel very lucky for that - that we all had one another.

I am thankful he came to live with us for the few short months he did. He was such a blessing!

Life is very, very short.

Love big.

It's the only way.

OXO

Allison

Piggy-N-Friends

Hi:

It's Grover. Listen, I don't know why, but since we moved I just don't feel like snuggling Piggy any more. There. I said it. The truth will set me free.

Oh, don't feel all sorry for the little cretin, he's fine!

He's got his bear, as you see above.


And he's got his bunny. And his mouse.

He doesn't even need me. Really!

My mom keeps hoping I pay attention to The Stinky One again, but right now I'm too busy claiming territory, napping in the sun and watching the birds flying around outside the windows. I just don't have time to snuggle.

So sue me.

Love,

Grover

Unthrilled

The expression of a creature who doesn't feel his portion of canned food was generous.

Privacy. Does It Exist?

Madame, please go away. I am trying to take my sun bawth.

Love,

Grover

Phantom Of The Window Sill

Hi:

It's Grover.

Listen, sun baths.

Everywhere.

All day.

I love it.

Love,

Grover