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Stories from The Whiner: Monkey Toss
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Jingle Free Sleep

Stories from The Whiner: Monkey Toss

Welcome to a new series on Wonderpurr.com called Stories from The Whiner.

Hi, it’s me. Dori. *wavy paws* As I didn’t make my debut into The Wonderpurr Gang until a couple years ago, I wasn’t a part of the Whiner stories. I thought seriously about suing…but then Hwermie suggested I host this series. I may still sue…but until I can scrape together more than two huge quarters to hire a lawyer (think they cost four huge quarters) I’m stuck doing this gig.

Today’s episode features Buddy, the most wonderpurr tabby that ever graced Mom’s life–except for me!

Diagnosed with diabetes at age 10, he lived to be 22. He traveled everywhere with my parents cuz he needed insulin shots, but that didn’t slow him down. In fact, here’s a photo of me and Buddy taken shortly after I joined the family:

Awww, I was so pwecious!

Anyway! In this episode, a much younger Buddy–about age 8, teaches my Mom about having fun with things you find lying around the house. And now…Monkey Toss! Read More

Jingle Free Sleep

Flashback to October, 2013

Last Sunday morning my husband Ray complained that our tabby kitten had kept him awake.

Not because Dori loves to chew our toes and has an impressive bite for such tiny teeth. Rather, the bell on her collar jingled non-stop throughout the night.

The same bell she’s worn since May.

I’ve been married a long time. I knew better than to suggest the giant chocolate bar he ate an hour before bedtime could have been a contributing factor to his insomnia.

And true — Dori loves to jingle. She has developed a hippy-hop-jog type-of-walk to make the bell accompany her every step. She doesn’t simply walk into a room. She prances. She gallops!

There are times when I am forced to search the house to find my other cats, but never Dori. If I listen, a sweet tinkling tone will tell me she’s upstairs in my office or the cat apartment, or maybe in the sun room playing with her toys.

At Ray’s request I removed Dori’s collar at bedtime. I’m all about keeping the mood in my house relatively calm — as calm as I can with six furry drama queens in residence. Notice I didn’t include my giant chocolate bar-eating husband as the seventh.

Again. I’ve been married a long time.

So now Dori is jingle-free from 10:00 p.m. to 6:30 a.m. Initially she freaked out. She pranced, she whirled, she galloped, she leaped tall cat trees at a single bound — all without sound.

In clear distress, she ran to me as if to ask whether something was wrong with her. I showed her the collar and shook it so she could hear the bell. And then I placed the collar by her breakfast bowl, ready to be slipped over her head in the morning.

But then…

Sometime in the night, long after my dear husband was fast asleep, I heard the sweet soft tinkling tone of a jingle bell being swatted by a tiny paw across the kitchen floor.

The sound continued far into the night.

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