Brofurs

This is a picture of me and my brofurs. We was all borned together on April 1st, 2004. Sugar was our momma. We had two other brofurs, but they moved to a farm. The big man named us all after the Lord of the Rings movie characters. The gray guy above me is Frodo. He could be kind of a meany sometimes so we didn't snuggle often. Meowmy was happy to get a picture of it for prosperity. The other fluffy guy is Gandalf. He was my best buddy.
Gandalf, or Gandy as we called him, was a gorgeous mancat in training. He spent a lot of his time with the next door neighbor cat named Lucky. Lucky was a feral cat who found a home but never seemed to give up his love of the wild outdoors. One day Gandy went off catting with Lucky and he never came home. We hope that he found a new place to live where he could be happy and loved.

The same thing happened to Frodo, aka Frodie. Its like once Gandy left Frodie took over the job of Lucky's sidekick. They hung out together like best friends and then again one day, he just never came home. It broke everyone's hearts to loose another beloved kitty.

Soon after Frodie left, I started to spend time with Lucky. This really worried my people. They thought that I would be the next one to go. And I was! I left for two whole weeks! Meowmy was worried sick. When I finally decided to come home I was scooped up and taken to the V-E-T! They said if I got new turd then I wouldn't wander from home anymore. They were right. I love my home and my people. They give me everything I could possibly need and more. But sometimes I sit outside and wait. I wait to see if my brofurs will come back. Meowmy doesn't like it when I stay out like that but she just doesn't understand. I can't give up hope. Maybe one day I will see them again. Til then I'll be waiting.

We Are So Proud

We are so proud of our Meowmy. She has been working very hard at something for several months now and she is finally close to the finish line. She hasn't wanted us to talk about it because she was afraid it might jinx it but now she says its ok to tell you.

All her life Meowmy has had problems with her weight. She has always been the one to get picked on and made to feel like she was never good enough. No matter how smart, or nice or funny or self sacrificing she is, it is just never good enough to make people forget what she looks like on the outside and just accept her for who she is on the inside. Now we have always loved her for who she is and never cared what she looks like but us cats are far more accepting than most humans out there, right kitties?

She has had to deal with a lot of rejection but she always claimed it made her stronger. But we all know that even so it still hurts a lot inside. She began to think that maybe this is why she has been rejected so much while she's been looking for a new day hunting place too. Not only that but she has begun to have some scary health issues as well because of her weight. That makes us sad cause we want her to be around for a long long time to take care of us and give us scritches and stinky goodness and yes, even shove that darned flashy box thing in our faces too.

Recently her mom and dad bean offered her an opportunity she couldn't turn down. They wanted to use her dad bean's 401K money to pay for her to have gastric bypass surgery. Her mom bean had it done almost 2 years ago and she is looking great and has never felt better. Almost all of her health problems have disappeared and never heard from again. This is what we all want for our Meowmy. So since June of this year she has been actively pursuing this path to healthiness. There have been so many hoops she has had to jump thru to get here but she is finally here. She has a surgery date and time set.

But here is the part that we are especially proud of. For the past several weeks she has been making drastic changes to her diet and eating habits. First it was just cutting down on calories and making healthier choices, and now she is on a special liquid diet to prepare her for the upcoming surgery. Can you imagine a Thanksgiving where you couldn't eat a single bite of all the festive goodies? No turkey, no mashed potatoes, no pumpkin pie? Well she did it! She made it thru with flying colors! She didn't even think about having a bite. We are so proud of her! She is pawsome. She told us that we could help to support her by eating her share of the turkey. We all agreed that it was the least we could do for such a good Meowmy. And all of her hard work has paid off. She found out yesterday that in the past 5 weeks, she has lost 21 lbs!!! Yay Meowmy!!!! Yay!!! We couldn't be more excited for her, she deserves it.

She still has several days to go before her surgery on December 9th. We plan to spend as much time with her as possible supporting her and loving her as only we can. We may not be around much for the next couple of weeks but I'm sure you all will understand and excuse our absence. This is a major surgery and has risks involved with it but we are purring for a positive outcome. So if you have the time please come by and purr with us and wish our Meowmy the best, she needs all the encouragement she can get. Thanks for being such good friends to us all.

-Stryder, Scotchy & Sugar

I Need A Job

Does anyone need some rodent control? Territory guarded? How about a dish licker or laundry sorter? Do you need a furry paperweight? How about a fill in for a round of THoE with your annoying sibling or a hissing partner? I need to make some green papers to help my family.

As some of you may know my meowmy was laid off from her job last October. Things have been pretty hard on us since then but we have had help from friends and family. The biggest help was that the very same day that she was laid off her boyfriend was offered a great job. It was his first job with steady pay and benefits. Well today, we found out that he was laid off too! He is signing his separation papers as we type. We are very sad about the whole thing, especially Meowmy.

So the only thing to do as the man cat of the house is to help out! If you have a job that only a man cat can do I'm available. I'm willing to do anything I can to make things better for my family, so don't hesitate to ask.

What do you mean I'm too old for American Idol?

Its been a long time since I've opened up my mouth and belted out a tune but tonight I did just that. Picture it folks, a chunky, 30 something, prematurely grayed woman dressed in a bathrobe and slippers dancing around in front of her computer singing into a tacky glue bottle, at the top of her lungs, like she was 9! Man I was having a blast! I even adjusted the lighting to give the neighbors a show--just in case they were lucky enough to be watching.

I couldn't beleive how good it felt to just let it all out and go for it. I was hitting the high notes and everything which is not an easy task when your singing along with Celine Dion. I discovered the key is to turn the sound waaaay up so that I don't feel so timid, I can still hear the music and words but let out my voice, my real voice at a therapuetic volume.

I've often thought that as I have gotten older that I have started shrinking into myself, that I have lost my voice and have even voiced this to close freinds. I always meant this as lost my presence, my self but tonight I realized that the reason for that is because a big and vital part of who I am is my voice itself.

I felt like I was the true me was when I was singing. Whether I was in school, at concerts, in the car with the radio, or out singing kareoke, I was always singing. I was always present. Always whole. I knew who I was and what I was about. Take it or leave it. I was a singer.

I have allowed that part of me to go unheard for too long. I have allowed myself to care too much about what others would think of me if I opened my mouth and let the music come out. The thing that I have forgotten is that people actually like what comes out. Why should I fear sharing it?

The presence that I have been missing is my stage presence. Its about time that I got it back. I need to start sharing that part of me that is only me and everything else will just fall in place. Music is too big a part of me to just cut out like I have. It's trying to come back like a limb that can regenerate. Now I can't help but image an extra arm or leg sprouting out of me. "Honey, don't stare at the lady, that's just her microphone arm." Hmmm....an extra music limb? Now that may just be the "star quality" they are always talking about on American Idol. We're gonna have to do something about that age limit.