Dori Reviews #PioneerPet Raindrop Fountain for Frank
#SundaySelfies with the Wonderpurr Gang – Dori’s Baby Photos
Valentine’s Day Advice by Adorapurr
Lots More Behind the Scenes of Sherlock Herms Purranormal Mysteries
More Behind the Scenes of Sherlock Herms Purranormal Mysteries
Behind The Scenes of Sherlock Herms Purranormal Mysteries
Remembering HRMEowNessWills
Adorapurr Visits with Santa Paws
The Gift of the Tabby: A Christmas Story
Frank Saved My Life!

Dori Reviews #PioneerPet Raindrop Fountain for Frank

Hi everyone! It’s me, Dori. *wavy paws*

As yoo may have heard, my brofur Fwank almost died this past month from a blocked bladder. It was horrible! Something my Mom never wants to go through again with any of us. So she bought us a new fountain. I asked to review it before she gave it to Fwank cuz he’s a copycat and he likes most of the stuff I like.

Grab a bag of tweats and pull up a chair. This is my review:

Mom Kim: I purchased the Pioneer Pet Raindrop Fountain from because I liked the design.  Two cats can drink at the same time. The fountain part is made of stainless steel. It has a charcoal filter and was easy to assemble with a 60oz water capacity. Since I’m refilling the fountain every day, clearly The Wonderpurr Gang is using the fountain…including Frank. Since has wonderpurr prices, I plan to buy a couple more of these fountains.

As mentioned, I purchased this fountain. I am not being paid for this review.

#SundaySelfies with the Wonderpurr Gang – Dori’s Baby Photos

Hi everyone! It’s me, Dori. *wavy paws* I’ve been watching my furends like Bioni Basil,  The Island Cats and Momma Kat and her Bear Kat having fun blog hopping and I want to do it too, except our Mom bangs her head against the computer writing stories Monday thru Friday and she says weekends are her time to relax and grow more brain cells. So…I hijacked her computer and I’m taking over posting for Sunday Selfies!

Here’s my baby selfies…and then I will ask Hwermie to post a selfie.


Valentine’s Day Advice by Adorapurr

Hi Everyone. It’s me, Dori. *wavy paws!* Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, and I’m here to tell you, Valentine’s Day is all about Womance.

Womancing your hoomon, that is.

When your hoomon feels loved and appweciated, he or she rewards you with belly rubs, ear scritches and extra tweats, like my most favorite tweats in the world, Smittens.

Not that I’m saying you should womance your hoomon because you want something in return…

No wait. That is what I’m saying.

Anyway! Womance is a balancing act of Action and Gift-giving.

Actions speak louder than words. For example…spraying her coat will have her thinking of you for a long, long time.

Serenade him. Sing the song of your people at dawn. Get a fursib to accompany you. Make beautiful mewsic together!

Drape yourself over her lap while she’s eating noms and watching TV. Help her eat the noms. If she’s extra soft around the middle, sneeze all over her noms so she won’t eat them and lose extra softness. She will thank you.

If he’s dressed up to go out to dinner, rub extra hard around his legs. Be sure to distribute your fur evenly so he won’t stop thinking of you all evening. Plus the hoomon he’s with will be able to enjoy you, too.

Gifts-giving doesn’t have to be expensive. While dead mice and lizards are so last year, unless you’re Choupette Lagerfeld, Tommaso, or Tardar Sauce aka Grumpy Cat, you’re not expected to shop for your hoomon at Tiffany’s or  (although I highly recommend their Roach Rods and Marbled Boiled Wool Balls).

Dori’s Top Gift Suggetions for Hoomons:

Beloved old catnip mousie that you no longer want cuz it stinks.

A fat, juicy, live spider you found in the bathroom.

That lost diamond earring you hid under the sofa last year.

Help her cook dinner noms:

Or maybe she needs a mew lamp:

While it’s the thought that counts, presentation is very important. Be sure to wrap your gift in purrty red paper with hearts and a bow.

I hope some of my suggestions are helpful. And if they are, remempurr to tell everyone that it was me who thought of it first. Until next time…

Have a Wonderpurr Valentine’s Day.

I hope yoo get everything you deserve.



Lots More Behind the Scenes of Sherlock Herms Purranormal Mysteries

AdorapurrHi everyone, it’s me Dori. *wavy paws*  I hope you’ve all had a wonderpurr week. But enough about yoo. I have exciting news. I think I’ve found a new career! I’ve received lots of praise for my talents as a pawtographer and…

Herman: Praise? You’ve been behaving like a fweakin’ pawpawrazzi!

You have the entire Wonderpurr Gang terrified to use the litter box, not to mention Mom and Dad now lock the bathroom door.

Dori: Don’t worry, Hwemie. I will still star in our Purranormal Mysteries wif yoo.

Herman: I’m the Star of–

Dori: Everyone, here are my latest wurks of art:

Herman: Okay! That’s it! I’ve had it. I’m hissed off! Dori, it isn’t a ‘wurk of art’ nor a career to take insulting photos of your family or even strangers. It’s hurtful! But since you’re young and haven’t been exposed to the world like I have, I won’t blame you. Instead, let me show you the photographs I’ve taken as an example. Read More

More Behind the Scenes of Sherlock Herms Purranormal Mysteries

AdorapurrHi everyone. It’s me, Dori! *wavy paws*

Just two more weeks until Season Two of Sherlock Herms Purranormal Mysteries debutes on January 27th. I know you’re impatient, but Hwermie and our mom say it will hopefully be well worth the wait. And if its not…don’t hiss at me. I’m only the messenger.

Last week I got to try out my new camera that Santa Claws brung me by taking sekret pikchures of Behind the Scenes around my house. I thought they were wonderpurr, but I got a lot of flack from my fambly, especially from Mom when I showed her poor cooking skillz, and from Hwermie when I showed him in the litter box.

Sorry Hwermie! Nobody said it was easy being famous.

And now on with the Show! Here are this week’s Behind the Scenes pikchures. Yoo will note there seems to be excessive pawtying going on at my house. I guess they’re trying to come down from the Christmas and Mew Year holiday high, but there’s been a lot of sniffin’ of da nip. Read More

Behind The Scenes of Sherlock Herms Purranormal Mysteries

Happy Mew Year, Everyone. It’s me, Dori! *wavy paws!*

I hope yoo had a Wonderpurr Christmas and Santa Claws was very good to yoo…even if yoo spent 2016 being more Naughty than Nice.

I didn’t have to worry cuz I got an inside Tip about Santa and I used it against him to rake in some great pawsents.

I got a magical tunnel that lights up, and a paw scratchy thing. I also got a box of Smittens that I plan to not share. But what I wanted most and GOT was a camera!

Actually I asked for a Hasselblad, but Santa El Cheapo brung me this:

I know you’re excited about Season Two of Sherlock Herms Purranormal Mysteries, set to debute on January 27th. Me too! I have no idea what’s in store (cuz Mom and Hwermie been having sekret meetings). I hate to be left out. I’m not called Miss Nosey Posey for nuffin’. So I thought maybe yoo would like to see Behind The Scenes pikchures of what’s going on around here as we cross off the days to January 27th. Hope you Enjoy! Read More

Remembering HRMEowNessWills

One year ago my beloved Pwince Honeysmoochies – @HRMeownessWills – went Over the Rainbow Bridge. I didn’t see it coming. I wish Wills had let me know that his sweet heart was giving out… But I guess sometimes things like that are very private. He didn’t want to worry me.

Wills and Dori at Scottish wedding.

Wills was my Night in Shiny Armpurr. We met through our mew-tual furend @ArcherPaws. For our first date Wills escorted me to a wedding in Scotland. Unfortunately I had to widdle right before the bride pounced down the asile, and then I got lost on my way to the litter box room…so I missed the ceremony. I felt bad about that. I wanted everyone to see my beeUteeful pink dwess. But Wills made me feel better when he took me into the garden and we danced. In fact, we danced so much that I lost my glass slipper. I later found out he stoled it and kept it! But that’s okay. He’s a womantic!

On our next date I got to ride wif Wills during a Ride Day Friday event. He impwessed me wif how he steered that llama. He was also an expurrrt pooch rider! My heart swooned whenever he saddled up and meowed “Git along lil doggie!” Read More

The Gift of the Tabby: A Christmas Story

There was no snow that night in Bethlehem, 2000 years ago. Instead the black velvet skies were filled with a breathtaking array of stars. One star in particular had a startling brilliance and shed its light directly over a small, lowly stable. There within lay a newborn child wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger with his bedding made from the clean sweet grasses provided to feed the animals.

Although that long-ago night was cold, the snug stable was warmed by the body heat of the animals that crowded around the tiny child. From the loft a small cat with gray and black stripes watched the shepherds and wise men who arrived to welcome the child.

As the hour grew late, the visitors departed, leaving the new family alone. Only the animals remained, and were welcomed to approach and sniff the baby. One by one they came forward: the mare, the cow and her calf, the mother goat with her twin babies. Only the small cat maintained her distance.

As the night turned colder, the child cried out, rousing the young mother from her sleep. Trying not to disturb her husband, Mary fed her baby, tended to his clothing, and rocked him in her arms. But he would not be soothed.

An hour passed and still he cried. She laid him on her shoulder and patted his back, and sang softly to him. For a moment he ceased his crying to listen, but soon he again wept. In defeat, his mother laid him again in the manger. “I know you are cold,” she whispered, “but I have nothing more to warm you.”

Hearing this, the gray and black striped cat climbed down from the loft to approach the manger. When the young mother did not shoo her away, the cat climbed the manger to gaze down at the child. After a moment of curious inspection, she crept closer to sniff the baby, and then lay down beside the crying child.

The baby’s flailing arms brushed the cat’s silky soft fur. At his touch, the cat began to purr the song her mother had purred to her. And as she purred, the child ceased to cry. His waving hands brushed again and again against the cat’s soft fur. At last soothed by the cat’s purring, the child slept and the cat curled into a sleepy ball beside him.

Watching her child and the cat cuddle together, Mary’s heart swelled with gratitude and she lay her hand in thanks on the striped cat’s head. “Blessings upon you, dear Tabby, for this sweet gift given to me and my child.” And where she touched the cat’s brow, there appeared an M—the sign of the Madonna’s benediction.

From that day forward, all tabbies are honored with a large “M” on their brow for the great service performed that first Christmas night by their ancestor.

May the peace of that first Christmas be with you and yours as you celebrate the birth of the Christ Child.

Frank Saved My Life!

tattlecat-chat-logo-on-chairI was in the middle of writing my weekly column when something scary happened to my little sisfur. I read somewhere that talking about upsetting things helps to release the fear so it doesn’t…you know. Bore others by talking about it. So I thought it would be a good idea for Dori to write about it and get it out of her system so I don’t have to hear about it after today.

So please welcome my guest columnist, Dori, who will share a traumatic event that may scar her for life. Or at least until tomorrow. ~ Herman!!!

Dori: I was traumatized the othdori-celebrating-lifeer day in my very own backyawd! But Fwank came to my rescue. Fwank saved my life!

It all began when I went into the yawd to enjoy the sunshine with my brofurs Fwank and Opie. Mom was busy working at the table, but she checked on us every few minutes.

To be honest, in the past I’ve had poor listening skills. I think I may have Attenshun Deffy-sit Dis-odor. Mom always tells me to stay in the yawd. To not jump on the fence. “But Mom!” I argue. “Fwank gets to jump the fence!”

Mom makes an excuse for him, saying he’s older and has something called street smarts that I’m severely lacking as I was only 3 months old when I was adopted.

Herman: Hey Dori! Get to the point. You have 500 words and you’re halfway through them.

Dori: Ohhh-kay. Well, I kinda forgot on purpose about keeping all four paws on the ground, and I decided to climb a twee in the corner where I’d seen my daddy, Nikolas, sitting on a ledge. When I got up there I was shocked to see a whole new world on the other side of the fence. There was caws and bushes and gwass and gawbage cans…

Herman: You now have less than 200 words.

Dori: Suddenly! I felt something gwab my collar and wrap itself around my neck, CHOKING ME! While I quietly struggled in despurration, Mom stepped outside and started to do roll-call. Suddenly! Fwank hauled tail over to the corner of the yawd where I was quietly DYING in the tree. Mom thought it very stwange of Frank to do that, so she followed to see what he was looking at. That’s when she saw me. At first she thought I was trying to get down cuz I’d been caught on top of the fence. But then she saw the vine that had wrapped itself around my froat and was CHOKING ME!

Herman: Less than 100 words.

Dori: While I made Gak! Gak! Gak! sounds in my froat, Mom tried to break the vine’s death gwip on me. Her hands were bleeding! Not weally, but my story might be made into a mewvee and blood draws a huge audience.

Herman: Less than 50…

Dori: If Fwank hadn’t run to the corner to show Mom where I was DYING…I could have CHOKED to DEATH! Fwank is my Hero! He’s the best brofur–”

Herman: And we’re out of time! Until next Tuesday, stay off the fence and enjoy a Wonderpurr week!



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