Farewell to Dolly Meow
Dear Friends, I hope yoo have been enjoying a lovely month so far and didn't get too silly on green beer for St Patrick's Day. Truthfully, I didn't feel like celebrating. Even for a nibble of corned beast.
Recently I discovered the truth. The sad truth about why she's been missing since January. I'd spent hours each day looking everywhere, but she wasn't under the bed, or behind my cat tree, or in the bathroom closets... any of the places I usually find her.
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RABBIT: So, what do we have so far?
ELLY: *reading notes from laptop* Claw-ful for awful.
Cathletic for athletic. Fur real for for real. And everyone’s favorite… Purr-fect
for perfect.
CANDY: What about Hiss-terical for Hysterical?
HERMAN: Hiss-tory for history.
RABBIT: Oh! Litter-gator for litigator. My pal Peanut aka @PretzelKitteh
is actively looking into legal action to get Mom to stop pinning that cat pun
on him.
DORI: *mumbling with eyes closed* No matter what’s happening
in your life today, remember… you are not limited by your resources, your
family or your background.
RABBIT: *to the group* Is she having a stroke?
DORI: Almighty God has equipped and empowered you. He has
given you creativity, ideas, inventions… skills and talents.
CANDY: She’s trying to write a Wake-Up Call post. I can’t imagine the pressure she’s under having to switch gears from Bweaking Nooz to Wake-Up Call, to Letters from Dori, plus do an Intermew every couple of months. God! Inter-Mew. I’m sure Misty, Lisa and Sophie from @Misty.s_World cringed when they realized that’s what our blog calls Dori’s interviews.
Remembering Jack One Year Later
We lost Jack a year ago today to cancer. He was one of the lesser-known members of the Wonderpurr Gang due to a head trauma he'd received when he was about two.
He had been born under a neighbor's deck to Peaches, but when the neighbor boarded the entrance she brought Jack and Jesse to my yard where they lived happily every after... until someone struck Jack with enough force to send him missing for almost three weeks. When he returned he was walking in circles.
I took him to the vet where he stayed for a month. When he came home I could no longer pick him up. He had been severely traumatized, something he never recovered from. He turned feral with a huge dose of mistrust for all people including me that lasted until his dying breath.