tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24305137038457635672024-03-27T18:53:32.417-05:00It's a Wonderpurr LifeBorn homeless to unwed mamas. Dreamed one day we would have Forever Homes. Then it happened! This be our stories.Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16956517831185359846noreply@blogger.comBlogger208125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2430513703845763567.post-59455704406866217162024-03-12T11:31:00.005-05:002024-03-12T11:31:50.894-05:00Jesse the Toothless Wonder in Full Remission<p> Hi evfurrybuddy, this is Dori yoor Bweaking Nooz reporter for It's a Wonderpurr Life with incredibly good news. Jesse the Toothless Wonder is in Full Remission.</p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="560" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/HNz-wKu4DUY?si=_-HbU5QTXcwhSTSn" title="YouTube video player" width="315"></iframe> </div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> Last September when our pawrents returned from a two week vacation, Momma noticed Jesse's eye looked very orange and strange. Our old veterinarian at the time was not able to determine the cause (and we later learned she had been giving ChauncieMarie the wrong type of insulin for feline diabetes so we bid her farewell) and Jesse was taken to University of Florida Small Animal Hospital in Gainesville, Florida where they first thought he had a tumor, but later determined it was stage five lymphoma.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix24nBcOuUOF2coDfdElsZ26w2nziC9VqeUVFuSoiaBABO8r7XLjhAGDY364LAAukvJqeCgltivl4FB9CgYi5N_6jljRsAh3MjgOplQEt7lxXnTWua7Zy-Qj4P4z4etNXPzAlCOfyN3-La43sUY_-NRUk-zn_bmyhlbUrBJ1blT0xiwtYMjKu534LLSYc/s4032/IMG_9372.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix24nBcOuUOF2coDfdElsZ26w2nziC9VqeUVFuSoiaBABO8r7XLjhAGDY364LAAukvJqeCgltivl4FB9CgYi5N_6jljRsAh3MjgOplQEt7lxXnTWua7Zy-Qj4P4z4etNXPzAlCOfyN3-La43sUY_-NRUk-zn_bmyhlbUrBJ1blT0xiwtYMjKu534LLSYc/s320/IMG_9372.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />That started Jesse going for chemotherapy every week. However the two hour one way drive was very upsetting to Jesse, and when they tried to give him oral chemotherapy, his hyper salivating made it difficult. After this continuing for weeks, his doctors had a meeting with the big bosses to discuss this problem, and did the unthinkable. They asked if Mom would be willing to give Jesse his chemo pills. This isn't typical, but they were aware of Mom's lengthy cat rescue history and how she had been treating multiple cats for years for various problems. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Recently there was concern because Jesse had lost a pound of weight. Because he's toothless, he cannot chew kibble, and if he enjoys too many, they bloat in his tummy and he will barf. Well, Daddy was giving him kibble before breakfast, unknown to Momma who also gave him kibble with his canned noms. And then she would give Jesse his prednisolone pill with a Churu to wash it down... resulting in barfs several times a week. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghfTB18PVq-IEXbeM8fQ9wO5msSEEUdsfJlPRwfsbB5lMzD_3M5PBnx3naBGchLpfBJfs6E5hf4fxdCDAS8O7ljuukR-xjFDLdm8iqWkHGJmRsAj6OeOwiBsKy7bblRDjwUOYo8Yx09v12qjad5k2oRy-arPDuEQBpqIV0e8rhEggzVYMqceNdWY1eqKk/s4032/IMG_2646.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghfTB18PVq-IEXbeM8fQ9wO5msSEEUdsfJlPRwfsbB5lMzD_3M5PBnx3naBGchLpfBJfs6E5hf4fxdCDAS8O7ljuukR-xjFDLdm8iqWkHGJmRsAj6OeOwiBsKy7bblRDjwUOYo8Yx09v12qjad5k2oRy-arPDuEQBpqIV0e8rhEggzVYMqceNdWY1eqKk/s320/IMG_2646.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div>Mom had tried to upgrade our noms to Weruva and Blue Buffalo, but Jesse wasn't thrilled with the new food and as a result he started eating less - although he begged snacks from Daddy a lot - resulting in mixed messages for all concerned. Finally Mom and Dad got on the same page. The doctor at Cat Care Clinic said to get 300 to 350 calories a day into Jesse. Mom went back to Fancy Feast pate - Jesse prefers the Beef flavored - and added kitten kibble to his meals. As a result, Jesse has gained back what he lost in two weeks.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Yesterday his university doctors wanted Jesse to have an ultrasound. They saw some more nodules so they took samples from his spleen, liver and kidneys. The samples were clear making them suspect this is just a part of Jesse's aging process. He will turn 15 on March 30th. They also gave him a B12 supplementation to encourage him to eat more.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We truly appreciate evfurryone keeping Jesse in yoor prayers. We are aware there are so many of yoo fighting cancer, and want yoo to know we have yoo in our prayers too.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Until Next Time...</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfLKz5CWklNcgxlh4wbpO_e-pznCTUPnu9jWlaJtCEVanC7DiWPfX3JgSsAaDkODJDZdvngctC3wn5j0bfpT4Rlv9nHd4inGkSsHkYjbayvKLy0aIas_DNoO5djPP16G1_1uyWD018uPZ_AToCUdHg0NXM2GdiLGBVKfoEgP3tuNqif4i1tcEgFcR4aY0/s1024/It's%20a%20Wonderpurr%20Life%20Sunflowers%20signature%20meme.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="250" data-original-width="1024" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfLKz5CWklNcgxlh4wbpO_e-pznCTUPnu9jWlaJtCEVanC7DiWPfX3JgSsAaDkODJDZdvngctC3wn5j0bfpT4Rlv9nHd4inGkSsHkYjbayvKLy0aIas_DNoO5djPP16G1_1uyWD018uPZ_AToCUdHg0NXM2GdiLGBVKfoEgP3tuNqif4i1tcEgFcR4aY0/w640-h156/It's%20a%20Wonderpurr%20Life%20Sunflowers%20signature%20meme.png" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Adorapurrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16957810621526541485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2430513703845763567.post-46286770159972312762024-02-27T08:00:00.001-05:002024-02-27T08:00:00.147-05:00It's Wonderpurr to Feel Better<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu91ujmlvNiBWquOz0tldFF0Wae7YwPbJ6mTKp7hSK88sfP900oJrpoPm_GunoLU_7mi-8CZvt2pv8K406B50zPeiWKGZV0K059niDN4Qoa4fuNz53ZcM_DSNsditLoNYEIVVSh_AzP_NN9xrFefMOb2hOe3OSts6XzJZSg614Kun7B7cnActAqrGVg-I/s911/IMG_3230.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="911" data-original-width="911" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu91ujmlvNiBWquOz0tldFF0Wae7YwPbJ6mTKp7hSK88sfP900oJrpoPm_GunoLU_7mi-8CZvt2pv8K406B50zPeiWKGZV0K059niDN4Qoa4fuNz53ZcM_DSNsditLoNYEIVVSh_AzP_NN9xrFefMOb2hOe3OSts6XzJZSg614Kun7B7cnActAqrGVg-I/s320/IMG_3230.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: inherit;">Dear Fwends, This is Dori back from being on a forced bweak from soshall meowdia. *wavy paws*</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;">So it's been weeks since our last post, but taking a bweak managed to do one important thing: it opened Momma's eyes to how fweakin' old she's gotten! Sadly she's realizing that she can't juggle so many balls without dropping them ... watching them roll across the floor... under the couch... where they stay because her knees refuse to let her get down to retrieve them. I'm paraphrasing her.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;">Anyway! I'm happy to report that I'm all better after my surgery where I had to have rocks removed from my bladder. I would show yoo the surgery scar on my tummy but this is a pee gee rated blog and I'm not one of those meowdels who like to pose nekked. I'm very happy to report that I'm no longer invaded by aliens, nor do I have fire pee. I'm so happy to be better, that I've been playing and being silly more than I've done in months. <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnAbT6GbaDZl95b9tiNiWxX_6RZDgDNmxlWHauz1_OO7otwfRY8eQzcpihpb4MzEl2VAKEW_qTKBZfk6e6ef7wyrkFGp1G_0ctB9acOSuUrK3aQAUpzv5zUQ-OBksbbAfRvgtr1ZH0Fwgz3gHpYbbIaZ2TyRrrAXoK8F67vyp8xeiKdwvUWk70x7JfS38/s911/IMG_3395.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="911" data-original-width="568" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnAbT6GbaDZl95b9tiNiWxX_6RZDgDNmxlWHauz1_OO7otwfRY8eQzcpihpb4MzEl2VAKEW_qTKBZfk6e6ef7wyrkFGp1G_0ctB9acOSuUrK3aQAUpzv5zUQ-OBksbbAfRvgtr1ZH0Fwgz3gHpYbbIaZ2TyRrrAXoK8F67vyp8xeiKdwvUWk70x7JfS38/s320/IMG_3395.jpg" width="200" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;">While we were away, my sisfur ChauncieMarie is aging with grace and beauty as she celebrated her 19th birthday on February 9th. </span><p></p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;">ChauncieMarie arrived shortly after my pawrents moved to our former home in Mississippi. She hung around the house of our neighbors who called her Chauncy, thinking she was a boy. But then she gave birth, and after her kittens were bigger, she left them with the family so they could give them a better life. She figured she’d always be homeless. But God knew what He was doing and brought her to our yard where she informed my momma that she was French. So, ChauncieMarie got a new name and a Forever Home. At 19 she's </span><span style="background-color: white;">still spry, gleefully showing off her ability to maneuver pet stairs despite having diabetic sight and foot issues. She enjoys evening couch time with us, and snuggling with her buddy, Opie. And still wears her ear like a fascinator hat or French beret. After all, she's French.</span></span><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="background-color: white;" /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOdYrS6CeITOoeIpLiycoHB_7CeXHbEJ01Z3Jx1anpflwE-DB7SPDK6-v5xRAsoF5gHzNf4Cd17rp1dmS-re3aWY_-xj7U7I9Km1rFi6922asDX7hgpC8v-V-So3T0GnfEtJkTTW4YMFbc8KzY7iOqybf4kYQVNbi_dGyZ6bQwjzotaq94l_D0EuvSHjo/s911/IMG_2997.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="911" data-original-width="729" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOdYrS6CeITOoeIpLiycoHB_7CeXHbEJ01Z3Jx1anpflwE-DB7SPDK6-v5xRAsoF5gHzNf4Cd17rp1dmS-re3aWY_-xj7U7I9Km1rFi6922asDX7hgpC8v-V-So3T0GnfEtJkTTW4YMFbc8KzY7iOqybf4kYQVNbi_dGyZ6bQwjzotaq94l_D0EuvSHjo/s320/IMG_2997.JPG" width="256" /></a></div>Speaking of Opie, he just celebrated his Sweet Sixteen on January 28th. He enjoyed his favorite birthday dinner of tuna with a Churu for dessert. <p></p><p>Momma loves to do photo shoots but with her time eaten up caring for us, this year's birthday shoot didn't happen. However good news is that while Opie has CKD, he's doing well and is living a happy life. And yes, he still loves to walk around crying with a ball in his mouth... especially in the wee hours of the morning.</p><p>Opie's long time lady, Peaches will be turning 16 in April. She's the birth mother to Jesse the Toothless Wonder, and also the Queen of the Wonderpurr Gang. While on break, Momma took Peaches to the vet because she's had the cold from hell for too long. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgUYzBQTJque15zLD3Vddp5V9EK2TvLR_fsF2rin6YJFExhSO8rmXZnxlambBKentkJR-JXhUkhjWmj3qGHNxufeP4A_8HA2Zj_PC_oEac5nYRPjXoezyx4YSGlC9me9W0qTWPVho-UArT0Rk4po-FnYrfdHKjz5cFNhqUMA8XBz94wseysgPcgkycCJk/s911/IMG_2513.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="911" data-original-width="911" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgUYzBQTJque15zLD3Vddp5V9EK2TvLR_fsF2rin6YJFExhSO8rmXZnxlambBKentkJR-JXhUkhjWmj3qGHNxufeP4A_8HA2Zj_PC_oEac5nYRPjXoezyx4YSGlC9me9W0qTWPVho-UArT0Rk4po-FnYrfdHKjz5cFNhqUMA8XBz94wseysgPcgkycCJk/s320/IMG_2513.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>We had another vet who sadly let us down in so many ways, among them not giving the right insulin to ChauncieMarie, and also not treating the feline herpes - slash - respiratory issues we all have. Peaches has suffered for too long, so when Momma took her to the Care Care Clinic we now go to, they helped Peaches with a Convenia shot. They also said her teeth were in bad shape - thanks to our old vet not addressing the dental issue. So Peaches will be going for dental very soon.</div><div><br /></div><div>We had such a short winter here in FloryDa, that even though it's still chilly in mornings, the sun has been shining and I'm looking forward to my hammock returning to it's place in the window where I can welax and enjoy the view of deer doggos in our yard. </div><div><br /></div><div>Before I close, Jesse would like to bring yoo up to date on what's happening with him. In case yoo follow us on soshal meowdia, Jesse left his Instagram account and moved into mine, so we now share posting on <a href="https://www.instagram.com/shes.adorapurr/">@Shes.Adorapur</a>r. Okay Jesse, it's yoor turn.<br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoQKbw9kXEeCuBDrTnlvpbpc5XgxZIfNiB2PqnKbNslhhmO3TzmZw6st7PjorV1TI50HjyuQeLaqxCQTV1PzMrMhxac4mIbaus3HZ7oOJOk9W5RON-D0tJul0F0ZBlljI0zyeC_GIiqZAl3EeKBEWYD7aA5mzYafdbkDGOihw-5_yJn-ostYXRlXpLMSI/s911/IMG_2947.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="911" data-original-width="683" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoQKbw9kXEeCuBDrTnlvpbpc5XgxZIfNiB2PqnKbNslhhmO3TzmZw6st7PjorV1TI50HjyuQeLaqxCQTV1PzMrMhxac4mIbaus3HZ7oOJOk9W5RON-D0tJul0F0ZBlljI0zyeC_GIiqZAl3EeKBEWYD7aA5mzYafdbkDGOihw-5_yJn-ostYXRlXpLMSI/s320/IMG_2947.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><p><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;">Frens, </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"> Dis be me Jesse the Toothless Wonder</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"> back from my momma being “on break.” Although Ah dint see her breakin nuthin, but you know how Hoomoms hide how they’re really feelin’.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;">Anyway, Ah have a new motto for dis year: What Upsets N Scares Me Makes Me Stronger N Braver.</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">Since Ah went into partial remission, Ah no longer travel every week two hours to the University for chemo treatment. Intead, Ah be stuffed in da Bad Box every week to go to nearby Cat Clinic where they steal ma blood. Ah’m verra bothered by dis rood treatment but seems like dis be New Normal for me. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;">Then the next day after ma blood is stolen, my mom gets a phone call from ma University doctor to go ahead an’ give me chemotherapy pills. Frens, Ah do not like them pills, and Momma has to wrangle me like a Yellowstone cowboy wrangles a baby cow. Sadly she’s stronger than me and so far she’s winning the battle. But Ah get a nice treat afterwards - clearly a bribe for me to like her again but Ah’m not one to turn down a Churu.</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">After all dis hoo ha bizness, Ah gets all frisky n brave, and trot round da house like Ah be da Boss. Ah gib dat Frank my best stink eye, and Ah let a certain AssRabbit know Ah’m not scared o him.</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">So Ah’m doin great and be a verra happy n good boi. Thankee much for sending nice messages of support. Momma read them to me and they made me feel warm in my heart. Lub you all. 💕🐈⬛ Jesse</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Until Next Time...</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkGHF1uxKm1BgXUFCz-_69f3sNv1tDddzt8WBcMziGzGYUu_kI3OPX3NfysKxNNgKAFIvT0v9lIIeOEKwdu9uAZB19Ge17a_WaAe8YVOl5TDZuvESKhVa3WMz1dwa-qwquY-Vnn8QTuGP7eayklrPfkQOduBJXLL8IHkR5bMO0ZarmHDm_SPLdJFCxDMA/s1024/It's%20a%20Wonderpurr%20Life%20Sunflowers%20signature%20meme.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="250" data-original-width="1024" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkGHF1uxKm1BgXUFCz-_69f3sNv1tDddzt8WBcMziGzGYUu_kI3OPX3NfysKxNNgKAFIvT0v9lIIeOEKwdu9uAZB19Ge17a_WaAe8YVOl5TDZuvESKhVa3WMz1dwa-qwquY-Vnn8QTuGP7eayklrPfkQOduBJXLL8IHkR5bMO0ZarmHDm_SPLdJFCxDMA/w640-h156/It's%20a%20Wonderpurr%20Life%20Sunflowers%20signature%20meme.png" width="640" /></a></span></div><p></p></div>Adorapurrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16957810621526541485noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2430513703845763567.post-11614509905785108062024-01-19T11:43:00.004-05:002024-01-19T11:43:38.425-05:00Jesse the Toothless Wonder in Partial Remission<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWtmAHe4Nos4eiO557PV3To3i4H6_iUmgutH8h5x8_gVC7vkiWpFTjtrGrkqjM1gEQZUCbC0PRD5I4f9VdUWVR4v2agZt4Vh3vJZpDbMlIRlHlnFx8phci250Eh3gklzQ5kmykbLbGv40hlOjBt21cZthZsSWae0RKXUbXnBHciu_fgl79I-WQtmRi-5E/s1080/Attitude%20(2).png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWtmAHe4Nos4eiO557PV3To3i4H6_iUmgutH8h5x8_gVC7vkiWpFTjtrGrkqjM1gEQZUCbC0PRD5I4f9VdUWVR4v2agZt4Vh3vJZpDbMlIRlHlnFx8phci250Eh3gklzQ5kmykbLbGv40hlOjBt21cZthZsSWae0RKXUbXnBHciu_fgl79I-WQtmRi-5E/s320/Attitude%20(2).png" width="320" /></a></div><br />Frens, dis be me, Jesse the Toothless Wonder. Ah'm here to thankee all for your thoughts and prayers while Ah be fighting lymphoma. As of Thursday, ma doctors are verra happy wif ma progress and consider me to be in Partial Remission.<p></p><p>Every Thursday for weeks and week me and ma daddy have been getting up at the crack o'dawn to drive a bazillion miles to where Ah gets chemotherapy. Frankly, the trip is a real bummer for both of us cuz it lasts all durn day. The reason being they have to steal ma blood, and then send it to the Lab (still not sure if Lab is blond or black or brown, but that doggo be verra slow). By the time the Lab finishes doing whatever he's doing to ma blood, it's late and Ah still haven't gotten ma chemo. And when Ah finally get it, there's more waiting around for... who knows why.</p><p>All dis time Ah've not had a bite to eat, so Ah'm verra hungry and pretty durn crabby about it, too.</p><p>This past Thursday me and Dad left at 6 am and didn't return until after 7pm. Ah was drooling like that doggo in Turner n Hooch movie. Verra greasy and lots of it. The doctors wonder if Ah'm reacting to the stress of being at the hospital (ya think?) so now they are looking into changing how Ah get ma chemo jooce by having ma momma give it to me. This isn't a typical way of handling this, but ma doctors are clearly Pro Jesse and want me to do verra well.</p><p>Their notes from Thursday read "we restaged Jesse today with an abdominal ultrasound to see how his internal disease is responding to chemotherapy. Fortunately, his small intestinal wall, spleen, and intra-abdominal lymph nodes' appearance on ultrasound has improved significantly compared to his ultrasound performed on 11/17/245. We consider this a partial remission and wonderful respond to treatment.</p><p>Yay me! Here Ah am meowdeling ma Cancer Warrior collar with it's tribal print that Ah got from momma at Christmas. It's working!</p><p style="text-align: center;">
<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="783" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/N7V7ZLV3Nfo" title="Cancer Warrior Jesse the Toothless Wonder" width="440"></iframe> </p><p style="text-align: left;">Ma family is verra relieved that Ah'm doing so well, but Ah think it's because Ah've got ya'll cheering for me. Frens, you give me strength to keep going despite the awful tasting medicine. Ah'm deeply touched and want ya'll to know Ah thank the Lord every night for your love.</p><p>Stay tuned for future reports on how Ah'm kicking that nasty C Monster in the keester.</p><p>Until Next Time...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWgXOSqMPhD5j3LUh5dlp3vCMlw_aHwVMEJ-uLRNBa9_WLsYSHc8XPuzsTCCUd9tX2AXGXmZJxsv2lUQz9tpEEKcLwmemqS9-rKYA5KSOW7XbMAswdH1MqNYJo5miyTEdhotQXtnr0CPM699trpWk0lhiFc4HdG4vLvg646oR2V_o6avrCc5ZEsNHdLhA/s1024/It's%20a%20Wonderpurr%20Life%20Sunflowers%20signature%20meme.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="250" data-original-width="1024" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWgXOSqMPhD5j3LUh5dlp3vCMlw_aHwVMEJ-uLRNBa9_WLsYSHc8XPuzsTCCUd9tX2AXGXmZJxsv2lUQz9tpEEKcLwmemqS9-rKYA5KSOW7XbMAswdH1MqNYJo5miyTEdhotQXtnr0CPM699trpWk0lhiFc4HdG4vLvg646oR2V_o6avrCc5ZEsNHdLhA/w640-h156/It's%20a%20Wonderpurr%20Life%20Sunflowers%20signature%20meme.png" width="640" /></a></div>Adorapurrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16957810621526541485noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2430513703845763567.post-13197086300423368262024-01-16T13:45:00.004-05:002024-01-16T13:45:15.047-05:00Life is Wonderpurr Without Rocks<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixhDlZ2yrf2UGxnJ36kSqiZxmA7C9ZDqPaujDOmvuS_fFEA7YtMXGJeFTG11Ky2zI9PveHu4SP2j3655m5flaCmSQEW85izKS-U5n46DK1cMNNlF21kRpVUQDwWseSFk24dhGZAVAT3DDEBTYsY6bzXybeumRHZoI58_aR165O8xouWwdGkDJcXkMbnE4/s1564/IMG_2515.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1564" data-original-width="1440" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixhDlZ2yrf2UGxnJ36kSqiZxmA7C9ZDqPaujDOmvuS_fFEA7YtMXGJeFTG11Ky2zI9PveHu4SP2j3655m5flaCmSQEW85izKS-U5n46DK1cMNNlF21kRpVUQDwWseSFk24dhGZAVAT3DDEBTYsY6bzXybeumRHZoI58_aR165O8xouWwdGkDJcXkMbnE4/s320/IMG_2515.JPG" width="295" /></a></div>Hi evfurrybuddy, this is the Noo and Impwoved Dori. *wavy paws*</div><p></p><p>I am feeling so much better without a yoo tee eye, an alien and now without wocks in my bladder. It's been a week since I went for my oppurrashun. Let me tell yoo, I did not enjoy that at all. </p><p>Not only did I have to be kept overnight away from my momma, but they dared to put me in a pink onesie. Despite the Cat Care Clinic's brand color being purrple, they put me in a pink onesie. </p><p>Pink! I was so upset that I took it off during the night and messed it up, so the next day when the girl saw me, she had to wash the onesie before I could go home. She told Momma I'd had a pawty in my cage. I think I made my point. Don't mess wif me!</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg32-lb0b2WNGee9_8e-ZdqnQinEvnozsyI1OPISpRL1rKXgboJlu6BBWVvpNM-UDLKACCslJWGvW3AwoF45MF8H3fC7EdgQfPIPqoqQqXvv26iVcJPgICGuZWSuU5LOq49xu1YPgmH9J37EsojXHm3j44_lNxDCPxXkQL2tSKIVSIDmO1XMzl4FgSQ-Io/s4032/IMG_2614.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg32-lb0b2WNGee9_8e-ZdqnQinEvnozsyI1OPISpRL1rKXgboJlu6BBWVvpNM-UDLKACCslJWGvW3AwoF45MF8H3fC7EdgQfPIPqoqQqXvv26iVcJPgICGuZWSuU5LOq49xu1YPgmH9J37EsojXHm3j44_lNxDCPxXkQL2tSKIVSIDmO1XMzl4FgSQ-Io/s320/IMG_2614.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />Anyway, this past week I was made to eat prescription noms and take pain pills. Those pills made me very loopy. So much so, that the first night I was home, I climbed the cat tree near the kitchen and FLEW three foots through the air onto the kitchen counter where Momma was making chimken salad. She was horrified. But I got to taste chimken salad.<p></p><p>By Friday I was done with those pills. I do not like having anything shoved into my mouf, and so I started to hide. I chose a Chewy box cave in the senior room where I've been recupurrating. Momma had to drag meowt, and when she saw me giving her my vewy bestest scowl, she knew I was serious. But she kept on giving me those pills until Friday when I fought her off. I'm only seven pound, but as Momma says, I may be smol, but I'm mighty.</p><p>Then there was the issue of the pwescwipshun noms. No offense to Hills, but I did not like their cuisine. Of course Momma had two cases of it, but sad to say she's now trying to hide it under the other noms (without success let me tell yoo). I do prefer the Purina Pro Plan U/R canned noms. Very delicious. It's like a chunky stew. I like it so much, I'll even eat it cold from the friggerator.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpdmDL678LfcV7t3EmKbL2Qmpk8NbGVjGndcAOKpWz1Bw-OCsehHO13QOY4bqNPhZY95fF99M0DBBKeNeYtR1QyvefDc_cFpcuptUjw4Cup7xY6FaPOR69DoxPpNlYD-6Bo87he6Bpj9BMKWQnttbTI6n0Zzcd95kCASZgm-LuAlC3akoW1F2FaBEYfww/s4032/IMG_2541.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpdmDL678LfcV7t3EmKbL2Qmpk8NbGVjGndcAOKpWz1Bw-OCsehHO13QOY4bqNPhZY95fF99M0DBBKeNeYtR1QyvefDc_cFpcuptUjw4Cup7xY6FaPOR69DoxPpNlYD-6Bo87he6Bpj9BMKWQnttbTI6n0Zzcd95kCASZgm-LuAlC3akoW1F2FaBEYfww/s320/IMG_2541.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>On Monday - exactly one week after my oppurashun - I slipped out of my unflattering pink onesie and made a run for it. Momma noticed me running nekked and found the offensive onesie under the bed covers. She washed it and tucked it away in her memory box where she put my original collar and DollyMeow the First. On Monday she also texted my doctor to tattle on me that I refused to take any more pills and am running around nekked. My doctor is off on a purrsonal leave, so she won't find out until Thursday, but I'm feeling so much better now. Yay me!</div><p></p><p>Jesse has been doing well, too. He's spending more time on the floor than counter surfing, which tells Momma and Daddy that he's feeling great, despite going for chemo. He even sat on the floor while Fwank and Wabbit were hovering around. Jesse used to be afraid of them, but now he's telling them -- "See my warrior collar? Ah'm not afraid of nobuddy. 'Specially you two."</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUgngbug7eOX0ORyBxAHzFMFBDWUlSIE_2MvzdUPEIDz9bDr8vJeHorVFI-NV0jLIMDWp8FC0wwW_yMvpTDT0KBenIID4m6R6vk8-HfpmkRoSAQCjduI4nKnMHwUlLyR89omcGibFxMr0-J8ZdxR6Mz6L0R2gg-Jxl6xUnCg_NEh68htHq55_L9Bh_SXA/s911/IMG_1670.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="911" data-original-width="683" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUgngbug7eOX0ORyBxAHzFMFBDWUlSIE_2MvzdUPEIDz9bDr8vJeHorVFI-NV0jLIMDWp8FC0wwW_yMvpTDT0KBenIID4m6R6vk8-HfpmkRoSAQCjduI4nKnMHwUlLyR89omcGibFxMr0-J8ZdxR6Mz6L0R2gg-Jxl6xUnCg_NEh68htHq55_L9Bh_SXA/s320/IMG_1670.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>This Thursday Jesse and Daddy have to leave the house at 5:30 am to drive to Jesse's next appointment where they will take a biopsy to see how his body is doing with the chemotherapy. Please keep him in yoor thoughts and prayers. Thank yoo so much.<p></p><p>And... ChauncieMarie has been doing well too. Momma did a glucose curve on her on January 3rd and the doctor said it looked great, and to keep her at the 1 unit of Lantus. ChauncieMarie likes her pwescwipshun noms, and gets a half packet of Purina Pro Plan HydraCare Liver Flavored Liquid Supplement with each meal, and even as a treat. It helps keep her hydrated, so she hasn't needed sub-q fluids. In fact, we all enjoy the flavor so Momma adds it to mine and Opie and the other seniors meals.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq4td25m4TgTkT6NsKQfsRcF4DFG_tlZuEEamm0oY1uIa4HH5dhZMPdZx3o7_y-3KpD-YTH25AdflIa4rQ2WWdW8VE27UeWlyPrF2JEGuizWlfB0Kgyd06g8W_fEm_8mpRUMfDe3u6jVNTO1XIltGkK2Q8-KYSEQ7B6d5XcZzeNcfgAlTmg1SdusqKaVE/s911/IMG_2200.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="911" data-original-width="683" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq4td25m4TgTkT6NsKQfsRcF4DFG_tlZuEEamm0oY1uIa4HH5dhZMPdZx3o7_y-3KpD-YTH25AdflIa4rQ2WWdW8VE27UeWlyPrF2JEGuizWlfB0Kgyd06g8W_fEm_8mpRUMfDe3u6jVNTO1XIltGkK2Q8-KYSEQ7B6d5XcZzeNcfgAlTmg1SdusqKaVE/s320/IMG_2200.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>As yoo can imagine, my Momma doesn't have much of a life anymore. Playing nurse has taken the lead in her day over writing books, and social meowdia. As a result, she's really behind in visiting blogs and Instagwam and Faceybook to help me comment. Sad to say I still can't type wif these paws.<p></p><p>So! We had a meeting last week and decided to allow her to take a mental health bweak starting Monday January 29 to February 12th. She will then not feel the footprint of neglect in her back like she does now, and will have time to clean out closets and drawers, purge old papers lurking in the dark corners of her office, brush us and give us pedicures, and finally put a game-plan together on how to manage so many social accounts. Jesse graciously gave up his Instagwam at the start of this month and moved in with me, but sadly that's not enough. So I guess there will be more reductions to come.</p><p>I look forward to stopping by to visit yoo during our social bweak and catching up on what yoo've been up to. If yoo have any suggestions on how yoor hoomons are able to manage yoor social meowdia life without feeling overwhelmed, I would be happy to pass it on to her.</p><p>Love yoo all, and thank yoo again for yoor messages of support and yoor prayers.</p><p>Until Next Time...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6cDXogMYAn4uKlqIn8bFmt0ZGSxjW1HjTzp7AY_MxbhI_Ub18F20XYkKpyvuNUfGkX3HREvN1TzaLJ6qNIFuT79eY9LKSv551wEKLfm2AP83hhC4YAfmlY1PgJzJs8k5XxsfONa8mtUMQeyc81p0IQrPqC12kyAzTw7ryL0gcraasu6j0q8rh1F_rnsM/s1024/It's%20a%20Wonderpurr%20Life%20Sunflowers%20signature%20meme.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="250" data-original-width="1024" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6cDXogMYAn4uKlqIn8bFmt0ZGSxjW1HjTzp7AY_MxbhI_Ub18F20XYkKpyvuNUfGkX3HREvN1TzaLJ6qNIFuT79eY9LKSv551wEKLfm2AP83hhC4YAfmlY1PgJzJs8k5XxsfONa8mtUMQeyc81p0IQrPqC12kyAzTw7ryL0gcraasu6j0q8rh1F_rnsM/w640-h156/It's%20a%20Wonderpurr%20Life%20Sunflowers%20signature%20meme.png" width="640" /></a></div>Adorapurrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16957810621526541485noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2430513703845763567.post-8012206116170833312024-01-10T14:08:00.006-05:002024-01-10T15:37:00.752-05:00Dori's Proof of Life Celebration<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgra7ihLIJHw4ZzNDz97On_DS-HGLkM3ppCJKLWVtO3D2J1ajPFlHE-hlVRPfyAk2Q81yzSkXAvzq-WgzBZJU4AeKCsw-nohAPkl9_8wolx1dX2B9tvoW-7MypwwzAECjCpoLQKgvPatfHjlmotsKo6UTMeIwFK4OQROKcdCG6LXYKqYB5K5y56SU9EEps/s600/IMG_2553.PNG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgra7ihLIJHw4ZzNDz97On_DS-HGLkM3ppCJKLWVtO3D2J1ajPFlHE-hlVRPfyAk2Q81yzSkXAvzq-WgzBZJU4AeKCsw-nohAPkl9_8wolx1dX2B9tvoW-7MypwwzAECjCpoLQKgvPatfHjlmotsKo6UTMeIwFK4OQROKcdCG6LXYKqYB5K5y56SU9EEps/s320/IMG_2553.PNG" width="320" /></a></div>Hi evfurrybuddy, it's me, Dori. *wavy paws* I know this isn't Tuesday, but I am so vewy thankful to all of yoo who sent me messages and prayers while I was suffering from having wocks in my bladder. They hurted something awful, and I wouldn't wish on anybuddy, including Wabbit. Which is saying a lot since I still have my westwaining odor against him in place.<p></p><p>It's been a highly stressful few months with Jesse sick with lymphoma, and ChancieMarie sick with diabetes, and Opie sick with CKD, and now me with a yoo tee eye, a nasty alien and finally - bladder wocks. It's a good thing my momma doesn't have a Life because she has had no time to do anything other than play Nurse to us all.</p><p>Thank yoo Mister Terry and Miz Ann for wanting to bwing attenshun to my opurrashun. I love my sunflower pikchure so much. Love yoo all, Dori</p><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="560" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/4wHvKcBMlfU?si=2pebH9tL4JcuZI4M" title="YouTube video player" width="315"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF-MZechhVzpdobKh68VUMaPew8P1MrXkxjKh8EfaVt9WsYhVcTGESK4Q1gInbnY8_UchEGhqzw_mBGqBoIS0ZQmVmKDbAwmhZd0v2XmENS-D8NAK0lQT5XC-q4zCjJSk-L8-XhyuvQDsE42A3yWoxydcbnKDvH_wkuECAAJdIRGEd3kKzFZRhNbkhrlU/s1024/It's%20a%20Wonderpurr%20Life%20Sunflowers%20signature%20meme.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="250" data-original-width="1024" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF-MZechhVzpdobKh68VUMaPew8P1MrXkxjKh8EfaVt9WsYhVcTGESK4Q1gInbnY8_UchEGhqzw_mBGqBoIS0ZQmVmKDbAwmhZd0v2XmENS-D8NAK0lQT5XC-q4zCjJSk-L8-XhyuvQDsE42A3yWoxydcbnKDvH_wkuECAAJdIRGEd3kKzFZRhNbkhrlU/w640-h156/It's%20a%20Wonderpurr%20Life%20Sunflowers%20signature%20meme.png" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Adorapurrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16957810621526541485noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2430513703845763567.post-48968075695768922542024-01-03T13:59:00.001-05:002024-01-10T15:37:35.729-05:00Pawsitively Dori is Excited About Monday<p><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: small; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPhGDMo0mFkvJZXD3f6fLso3SYWky3FS1MZT5daUJWo9ENkPx7YbNGLuWQldWt7n9oF2D6ni85eKnGGW8cvmMhtAsrJLFGHyHLot8UZYI0ulrd6e-HmDX2C4JSKdbeeQv8AILiHUe4CMUGL-JHrDv1wTDoV0ZUoNvJhRA2BUZTcBYHlzMREZn3zSAOnCU/s911/SunflowerDori.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="911" data-original-width="911" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPhGDMo0mFkvJZXD3f6fLso3SYWky3FS1MZT5daUJWo9ENkPx7YbNGLuWQldWt7n9oF2D6ni85eKnGGW8cvmMhtAsrJLFGHyHLot8UZYI0ulrd6e-HmDX2C4JSKdbeeQv8AILiHUe4CMUGL-JHrDv1wTDoV0ZUoNvJhRA2BUZTcBYHlzMREZn3zSAOnCU/s320/SunflowerDori.png" width="320" /></a></div><br />Hi evfurrybuddy, this is Dori. *wavy paws* Happy Mew Year! <p></p><div><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My fwends, 2024 is all about looking at the bright side of life. Everyone has troubles, but steeping yourself in sadness like a much-used tea bag leaves yoo weak and bitter.</span></div><div><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I’m starting this Mew Year off with a fresh message every Monday to inspire yoo to improve yoor mood and determination to live life with a smile on your beautiful face.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sunflowers represent a long life and lasting happiness, something we embrace at my house. So look for sunflowers on my social media. And if you follow my hashtag #PawsitivelyDori yoo will start each week with a message from me that just might lift yoor spirits and put a spring in yoor step.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="783" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/c13gUw9VsYI" title="Excited About Monday 001" width="640"></iframe></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR_2a4a5tkGEydvS5oHcRltUHB25OemMR_mMzlM8XqMB3RvcezAL4NtPv9eZwXSIbaP87w3Yqexqw4Sg9rwidUlSuMXJwK7RE-aAXBw0xUChnaFA-ZXLOe2b3cpsBc4MhbRdMajBULNPh1cGEh5JLlfllXSi8PcKR5_U7awLyfjOijm29BvylmFh_zMtk/s1024/It's%20a%20Wonderpurr%20Life%20Sunflowers%20signature%20meme.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="250" data-original-width="1024" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR_2a4a5tkGEydvS5oHcRltUHB25OemMR_mMzlM8XqMB3RvcezAL4NtPv9eZwXSIbaP87w3Yqexqw4Sg9rwidUlSuMXJwK7RE-aAXBw0xUChnaFA-ZXLOe2b3cpsBc4MhbRdMajBULNPh1cGEh5JLlfllXSi8PcKR5_U7awLyfjOijm29BvylmFh_zMtk/w640-h156/It's%20a%20Wonderpurr%20Life%20Sunflowers%20signature%20meme.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Adorapurrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16957810621526541485noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2430513703845763567.post-90321048079595496702023-12-13T11:20:00.001-05:002024-01-10T15:38:08.428-05:00Jesse the Toothless Wonder <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-MfgfaHrbrZ7OD0g2U0AjuKR7wRDmQxi3l_M1k8FSeTus45RQsXVAhB1f9UEL6cSTvvGnNEf16EOGav7xaOXmvcDtGKMCePfQdI2LxpNjvqPDThXhcnUSK5gn5bURChvjtQNQGsEKYIjIMCK_BmVg35urGmu_fNI61koekgyImFl_S3LCHClZ0tVeDjU/s911/image.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><img border="0" data-original-height="911" data-original-width="911" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-MfgfaHrbrZ7OD0g2U0AjuKR7wRDmQxi3l_M1k8FSeTus45RQsXVAhB1f9UEL6cSTvvGnNEf16EOGav7xaOXmvcDtGKMCePfQdI2LxpNjvqPDThXhcnUSK5gn5bURChvjtQNQGsEKYIjIMCK_BmVg35urGmu_fNI61koekgyImFl_S3LCHClZ0tVeDjU/s320/image.png" width="320" /></a></div>Dear Friends,
Yesterday Jesse had his first appointment with the oncology team at University of
Florida Small Animal Hospital. The ultrasound revealed lymphoma is present in
multiple areas of his body, including his spleen which puts him in the Stage 5
category. However, the team notes that Jesse’s lymphoma has highly unusual or
atypical features. His cells are intermediate, neither small which are good, nor
large which are bad. They also cannot be 100% sure of what the organ of origin
was. While technically very advanced because it is present in so many different
places, he has apparently no clinical signs, which is usually not the case when
the disease has spread this far.<p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Jesse was
administered his first dose of cyclophosphamide, with a daily prednisolone
prescription. His eye looks fabulous, so the drops are working to simmer down inflammation.
Because Jesse is not checking all the typical boxes for a cancer of this type, his
doctors want to see him in another week to determine how his body is reacting
to the treatment.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzXh0cMzIOybpEwzp7sYmUpjKuLs9VgZP0wMT4QVKxgE9cW7G9zdZxo11rG75rARl34UUsHP64nUZ83ftXu5oqLAss4faezfbJz3viV5Dg3s1jDDPsoqldd9IlSKDtxr0GRGbvAQ-4ZFTZ9m9tcds-TghUgaq5xfeJoq59YcVpBtjxLgXUpGhuYQxXwaw/s1314/IMG_7290.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="986" data-original-width="1314" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzXh0cMzIOybpEwzp7sYmUpjKuLs9VgZP0wMT4QVKxgE9cW7G9zdZxo11rG75rARl34UUsHP64nUZ83ftXu5oqLAss4faezfbJz3viV5Dg3s1jDDPsoqldd9IlSKDtxr0GRGbvAQ-4ZFTZ9m9tcds-TghUgaq5xfeJoq59YcVpBtjxLgXUpGhuYQxXwaw/w400-h300/IMG_7290.JPG" width="400" /></a></span></div>The oncology team
expressed yesterday, just like the ophthalmology team did back in November,
that Jesse was “a very sweet boy” who took both the lengthy examination and
treatment with grace. His Resident Intern Clinician mentioned that when cats react
strongly to being in this kind of environment, their treatment can be
negatively affected. Clearly, this won’t be a problem for Jesse. His lead
oncologist is celebrity Dr. Rowan Milner, who has twice received Clinician of
the Year awards. And in recognition of his development of a new melanoma
vaccine and for other research, Milner was named Clinical Researcher of the
Year by the Florida Kennel Club. He also won the Pfizer Award for Research
Excellence and received a faculty enhancement opportunity award from the Office
of the Provost at UF. Despite this heartbreaking diagnosis, we think
Jesse is in great hands.<p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">During these first couple
of days while the cyclophosphamide goes to work, we have been told his poop and
pee will require special care in handling. So, he’s hanging out in my office,
which he thinks is great, to avoid the other cats from using his litter box.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">We are all about
positivity, despite having numerous senior cats requiring advanced medical
attention, so please refrain from commenting with premature condolences.
You would never know Jesse is sick to look at him. He’s eating fine, active,
and strong. Thank you all for your prayers and support. Kim</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVJkvb0RNw9HEvFAniyLeqIejCi1fqVZ7Vhp3OP6Kwsh6nzpbnMwFn6RB5HSz1auUYj2riKmlPm_C5xEeXSbPM-OyongMiYiGXf00tffbYytte5NAS4jV-lDVaHFKkG9Qyf7BGa2aVMLgkJlYq8QXkHXdTWA0hBg6OzNMlx3P5ktrUGgpyEpdMUxcGQKY/s1024/AUTUMN%20Tuesdays%20with%20Dori%20signature%20meme.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="250" data-original-width="1024" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVJkvb0RNw9HEvFAniyLeqIejCi1fqVZ7Vhp3OP6Kwsh6nzpbnMwFn6RB5HSz1auUYj2riKmlPm_C5xEeXSbPM-OyongMiYiGXf00tffbYytte5NAS4jV-lDVaHFKkG9Qyf7BGa2aVMLgkJlYq8QXkHXdTWA0hBg6OzNMlx3P5ktrUGgpyEpdMUxcGQKY/w640-h156/AUTUMN%20Tuesdays%20with%20Dori%20signature%20meme.png" width="640" /></a></div>Adorapurrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16957810621526541485noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2430513703845763567.post-51681747637910830842023-12-05T08:30:00.002-05:002023-12-10T15:33:47.334-05:00Fire Pee, Aliens and the C Monster<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUkzLhwHzzKZra8ETEFXnslDIBTgHd9NBT6vgQyNB9047fdpbrXudlHBd3393AvSYI2Llx7NL_U04etuYSxtuGqWacX4KFBT8uVoK-goVdX_lMIw1cmP9_9jUaR6T4W8fYaowaopNI4VmbQ1QQMWnqFFvA7OQLqlG5Nlk5ta5OSvx6Yt5qYYTUsAyEb6M/s1080/Dori.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUkzLhwHzzKZra8ETEFXnslDIBTgHd9NBT6vgQyNB9047fdpbrXudlHBd3393AvSYI2Llx7NL_U04etuYSxtuGqWacX4KFBT8uVoK-goVdX_lMIw1cmP9_9jUaR6T4W8fYaowaopNI4VmbQ1QQMWnqFFvA7OQLqlG5Nlk5ta5OSvx6Yt5qYYTUsAyEb6M/w400-h400/Dori.png" width="400" /></a></div>Hi, evfurrybuddy, this is Dori. Although I may change my name to Ripley
because of what happened to me this past week. But first, I want to welcome all of
yoo born in December to the Ber Month Fan Club. Yoo don’t have to be born
during a Ber month to belong to my Club. Yoo just must love everything about
the months ending with a Ber.<p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">So,what happened to me was, last week while Doktor Feelgood
whooped it up in Hawaii, I had fire pee. Hoomons call it a urinary tract
infection. Momma bought me medicine and cranberry treats, but by Tuesday I was
still spending too much time in my litter box. So, when ChauncieMarie went for
her all-day glucose curve, Momma took me in too. So, there I was in the bad
box, curled up in a cute lil ball, hoping nobody would see me. But when Momma
picked me up I broke my pearl necklace that I got for my OctoBER birthday.
Pearls scattered all over the place, but Momma got them all, and the next day
Daddy fixed it, so I’m back to looking pretty in pearls.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I was prescribed a big ol’ pill every day to
chase away my fire pee. I really hate taking pills, but what can yoo do.
However - and this is the part where I might need to change my name to Ripley
from the movie Aliens - when Momma got up the next morning, she noticed I was in my
litter box, and when I got out, I scooted on my booty. And I was squealing! So
she picked me up to wipe my booty, and yoo know what she found? Oh! It’s just
too horrible and too embarrassing to talk about. I’ll let yoor imagination
figure it out. </p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Il0bO8jvGJlP4j0yiMhwK63BsEiyVU41dS7-pBXkAQZS1NORpbat2egMF5UlxfP0yDsaIO8O9wVx9Qk3kJLxnlg7R65GCObMoQTQ1PiGfs7XKZ16bZcCyRqTX77gZ-LP4sUQAyhIrtsulC6VdwGljT77e3mvN3at8uVNj_61sV43cPHD3kdJhXTfcss/s1080/ChauncieMarie.png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Il0bO8jvGJlP4j0yiMhwK63BsEiyVU41dS7-pBXkAQZS1NORpbat2egMF5UlxfP0yDsaIO8O9wVx9Qk3kJLxnlg7R65GCObMoQTQ1PiGfs7XKZ16bZcCyRqTX77gZ-LP4sUQAyhIrtsulC6VdwGljT77e3mvN3at8uVNj_61sV43cPHD3kdJhXTfcss/w400-h400/ChauncieMarie.png" width="400" /></a></div>So, I got medicine to terminate the alien inside me, and I’m
getting extra treats that will help me feel better again.<p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Meanwhile ChauncieMarie, who was diagnosed with CKD last year, has been struggling with her newly discovered diabetes while Momma and Dok Feelgood try to get her insulin dosage right. Momma has increased her food, adding delicious HydraCare, while reducing the insulin. ChauncieMarie said to tell yoo all she's appreciative of your thoughts and prayers. </p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbhOKs70NM9x79RUUwRY4t6IQXSW-31Fk4BujCVhhZAJwBD0c6IkvYgQHpJPYbHAcv7TK9J1AsCrT8j9txlkTOhCdBgeMRNTqov57E_PyIEtYX1rTOZkaU_MY3Q0Tf6IL5eoIJQHDB9WC9zTAwcncyj-Ff9DrdYI_fzIlJ-Za6vFw1BscWUoUeSxufRx4/s1080/Opie.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbhOKs70NM9x79RUUwRY4t6IQXSW-31Fk4BujCVhhZAJwBD0c6IkvYgQHpJPYbHAcv7TK9J1AsCrT8j9txlkTOhCdBgeMRNTqov57E_PyIEtYX1rTOZkaU_MY3Q0Tf6IL5eoIJQHDB9WC9zTAwcncyj-Ff9DrdYI_fzIlJ-Za6vFw1BscWUoUeSxufRx4/w400-h400/Opie.png" width="400" /></a></div>Opie has been feeling pretty good despite getting CKD this year. He's still eating like a lil piggy, so keeping him out of the not-prescription noms is a constant battle.<p></p><p class="MsoNormal">And ... I'm sad to tell yoo my brother, Jesse the Toothless Wonder, has been diagnosed with lymphoma. On Monday December 11th he travels to Gainesville's University of Florida Small Animal hospital for a meeting with the oncology department. His appointment isn't until 1:30 and he's not allowed to eat beforehand, so he's going to be very hissed off about that, cuz Jesse is all about food.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirS9V8S9H61OL-BSsjPy7J5ijK0uAq0WIq5DaiQ8A82kt4YnKjCe6KncutqMlH9lLAhSE3jBTGMpx54Ra7PK4ODT-a5t0HGrOhirQXeM7U0Xgjras1oiuhNwsc-aqoN0v18DhkkPVqwvuo-IlGe6jynuzdJms8LXx6Jj2EykPQxAcDdJre3D5nXr8MEdQ/s1080/Jesse.png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirS9V8S9H61OL-BSsjPy7J5ijK0uAq0WIq5DaiQ8A82kt4YnKjCe6KncutqMlH9lLAhSE3jBTGMpx54Ra7PK4ODT-a5t0HGrOhirQXeM7U0Xgjras1oiuhNwsc-aqoN0v18DhkkPVqwvuo-IlGe6jynuzdJms8LXx6Jj2EykPQxAcDdJre3D5nXr8MEdQ/w400-h400/Jesse.png" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">You'd never know he's sick. His eye looks better because of the eye drops he gets twice a day, and he's eating well and bouncing around like he owns the place. We pray these are good indications that he's going to be a success story and beat the C monster. Please add him to yoor prayers if possible.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Because of everything going on, I know yoo will understand that we won't be posting much throughout the holiday season.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Time is precious, my fwends. Hug each other tight. Love, Dori</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTlr-V7QvOib5-GoxTUsIbEiWcwoMIEI5IHMOPHOM0IdTIBTwuh9SFyqOnWfqGfQvGQNxlnshK-IoEtyL4SLIVXuazv4JPSGIVRcC7sR2v_yvEJdXiHp07ztyxTY_7SqscU_rOBqMMOh_qzFpwFHCE_g0hUwir3vW8oinmzS86MvWKSxNLtkFEcgFk1cg/s1024/Tuesdays%20with%20Dori%20signature%20meme.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="250" data-original-width="1024" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTlr-V7QvOib5-GoxTUsIbEiWcwoMIEI5IHMOPHOM0IdTIBTwuh9SFyqOnWfqGfQvGQNxlnshK-IoEtyL4SLIVXuazv4JPSGIVRcC7sR2v_yvEJdXiHp07ztyxTY_7SqscU_rOBqMMOh_qzFpwFHCE_g0hUwir3vW8oinmzS86MvWKSxNLtkFEcgFk1cg/w640-h156/Tuesdays%20with%20Dori%20signature%20meme.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Adorapurrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16957810621526541485noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2430513703845763567.post-66946974721310819252023-11-15T09:30:00.001-05:002023-11-15T09:30:00.133-05:00Meet Chill Bill<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk4BcUMOR81Ix2tRmbaNgBK0uht12vchCorNY0j5h59NDO6Z9M2I0xFVsfkrYY0KHR0N2NKvIwaWdRd2xrvxLhufXCjNfCCX4bnk2EGxH6si5OuRi4U3COULqvRW-Es91tKZXnss9B-pT0sSxLtjZ5uVinp1aUlyk6nAUuhU7n4NAVXwCaHY1p54AOFXw/s1080/%601Rabbit%20chewing%20pumpkin.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk4BcUMOR81Ix2tRmbaNgBK0uht12vchCorNY0j5h59NDO6Z9M2I0xFVsfkrYY0KHR0N2NKvIwaWdRd2xrvxLhufXCjNfCCX4bnk2EGxH6si5OuRi4U3COULqvRW-Es91tKZXnss9B-pT0sSxLtjZ5uVinp1aUlyk6nAUuhU7n4NAVXwCaHY1p54AOFXw/s320/%601Rabbit%20chewing%20pumpkin.png" width="320" /></a></div>Hey pals, Rabbit here. You may not know it about me, but I can be a handful, stressing out my pawrents and my older fursibs. Especially when I’m bored, which is like… all the time.<p></p><p>Then one day I found this strange duck sucking on the wall. He called himself Chill Bill. Said he'd come to help me calm the hekk down by providing me with unconditional love like the kind my mother gave me when I was just born. Since I’ve turned my pawrents once-peaceful home upside down by acting out, I gave Chill Bill my attention.</p><p>He didn’t ask me to talk about hating my mother because she gave me up for adoption, or my deep regrets for not achieving my dream of buying my own Black Forest Ham farm. He just sucked on the wall plug, filling the air with aromas that made me feel good. Feel loved. I told him I didn’t think anyone in my home loved me except Mom and Dadders. I admitted I was sad because my only friend Dori had a restraining order against me. I haven’t seen her in months. </p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="560" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/n8lsPi9eXf4?si=Dwh9_44m16ga1_E9" title="YouTube video player" width="315"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p>Chill Bill listened, and the more he listened, the calmer I felt. Oh I haven’t undergone a personality change. I’m still an AssRabbit. Yesterday I was hell-bent on making Candy run so I could chase her, and I got put in my ZenDen for a time out. And when I was released, I discovered Chill Bill had a twin sucking on another wall plug. I sniffed him and felt the same comforting vibe I'd had with his brother. </p><p>For the rest of the day I hung out with my sibs without making them scream. And that night Chill Bill – or his twin, hard to tell cuz they look alike – joined me in my ZenDen, filling my room with invisible positivity. </p><p>My mom is a cat rescuer and most of my fursibs are seniors, so she’s determined they enjoy their golden years without stress. She was looking at me when she said that, so I guess Stress is my middle name. But Chill Bill reassured me he’s here for the long haul to help me become a friend to my fursibs, and not a foe. </p><p>My new friend Chill Bill fills me with feelings of comfort. I'm a calmer version of my usual chaos-creating self because of Chill Bill and TheraPetMD. You can quote me.</p><p>If you need to have a Chill Bill of your own, check out <a href="https://therapetmd.com/" target="_blank"><b>TheraPetMD</b></a>. This isn’t a paid advertisement. I just wanted to share my success with this product. Stay chill pals.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoHkF8MtA5K00d1dSmlASB9EPm39e_qwvIMcm7Nj2YLAcYLQLTBWD_YFavt_y6esKYDZnnrGmfH8raJrLzTMP3QySy0hPuRKsaPuHgrUsav_OgMNoSKqQ5ICArmAXGasMuzv8W3iK0Ji-lzoFx022Y9A1T52Pa_BhLhqrOFJjqjmTxlQ42GM_WLRzzzUA/s1024/AUTUMN%20RABBIT%20SIGNATURE%20MEME.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="250" data-original-width="1024" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoHkF8MtA5K00d1dSmlASB9EPm39e_qwvIMcm7Nj2YLAcYLQLTBWD_YFavt_y6esKYDZnnrGmfH8raJrLzTMP3QySy0hPuRKsaPuHgrUsav_OgMNoSKqQ5ICArmAXGasMuzv8W3iK0Ji-lzoFx022Y9A1T52Pa_BhLhqrOFJjqjmTxlQ42GM_WLRzzzUA/w640-h156/AUTUMN%20RABBIT%20SIGNATURE%20MEME.png" width="640" /></a></div>Adorapurrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16957810621526541485noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2430513703845763567.post-6509319769663234122023-11-07T09:00:00.002-05:002023-11-14T17:26:49.221-05:00Mealtime Madness with the Senior Wonderpurr Gang<p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8r_e5uJYime4OSvno_bFjNy-vxeIjOdsT5P9LYyJT0U9_hswKbPJ6-uR018_PbrprXD2-2FjgrPb5ss1W-MzV59pfMiZWSi3Hf7xJ7EvyQpWwoc_X7odNZhYYmD_RKTLS0hFnIdbrpiohg5eYhouzeZSjE6__m_eVCcN3kHyeFSNCnroPZKS5mT8w1ic/s1080/1.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="223" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8r_e5uJYime4OSvno_bFjNy-vxeIjOdsT5P9LYyJT0U9_hswKbPJ6-uR018_PbrprXD2-2FjgrPb5ss1W-MzV59pfMiZWSi3Hf7xJ7EvyQpWwoc_X7odNZhYYmD_RKTLS0hFnIdbrpiohg5eYhouzeZSjE6__m_eVCcN3kHyeFSNCnroPZKS5mT8w1ic/w223-h223/1.png" width="223" /></a></div>Gidget followed me into the cat apartment closet where I
placed her dish containing a smidgen of Fancy Feast pate and a handful of Iams
senior kibble on the rug, then closed the doors to prevent others from stealing
her food. Over the past year Gidget has decided she’s not a fan of canned food –
any canned food – so I mix her kibbles in with the pate to get something into
her.<p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Next, I invite Peaches to join KC, Candy, and Frank in the
kitchen where they dine atop a pink child’s table with the legs removed. However,
she dives under the bed, leaving me no choice but to serve the Queen her
cuisine where she hides, suspicious of my motives.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Meanwhile ChauncieMarie and Opie dine on top of the bed,
happily lapping the Purina Pro Plan Hydra Care liquid supplement that I poured
over their yucky prescription noms for kidney disease, mainly to get them to
eat it. I hover, waiting for Peaches to finish. Naturally she slows her bites
to the point of raising my blood pressure. Chevy and Nikolas are waiting for
their dinner delivery, but I can’t leave, because the moment I do my French
girl will immediately join Peaches and eat food she shouldn’t have. At nearly
nineteen ChauncieMarie’s nose can still ferret out the food she can’t have and
has a pattern of checking out Gidget’s closet to see if the door is adjacent,
as well as any other bowl that smells better than hers. She moves amazingly
fast for an old broad.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">ChauncieMarie has had CKD for the past two years. This year
Opie was also diagnosed with CKD. Telling my old ginger boy that he can no
longer eat from everyone else’s plates has been an uphill battle, so I finally
had to ban him from the kitchen. This is the main cause for Peaches being
suspicious, because Opie has been her dining partner and best friend for nearly
sixteen years. If he can’t leave the cat apartment, well… she won’t either.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjIo0KD1PlOayG_9cpRqkcKUS4yYlZvmTBOuO3Fz3qrnvvR6M0xlsKe97ZzsDINxzKjLSAUpRflt75aMb0GsWt6sNsAGD-T9ItNwO9HIW_9cEuXMQhCUqpt8uzN4sWLmTzOy0nDqSwshZNhI79L92nKX1vn8SUWsr-8CuKUiUzpCA84E4jmncTxwNABPQ/s1080/3.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjIo0KD1PlOayG_9cpRqkcKUS4yYlZvmTBOuO3Fz3qrnvvR6M0xlsKe97ZzsDINxzKjLSAUpRflt75aMb0GsWt6sNsAGD-T9ItNwO9HIW_9cEuXMQhCUqpt8uzN4sWLmTzOy0nDqSwshZNhI79L92nKX1vn8SUWsr-8CuKUiUzpCA84E4jmncTxwNABPQ/w254-h254/3.png" width="254" /></a></div>I get down on my knees several times to check the Queen’s
progress, receiving a glare each time I do. No one shoots a glare like my
torbi. I finally risk it to run into the kitchen to grab the remaining dinners
and deliver them to Chevy and Nikolas with apologies for being late. Bless them
both, they hunker down over their dishes without complaint. At least at first.
I will return in a bit to find if the flavor of pate agreed with them. Nik has
become picky over the past year and sometimes will leave his meal
untouched. Chevy is a bit more happy-go-lucky
and will eat just about anything. I deliberately give them something different
in case they want to switch plates.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnGX75Kn0qd8jLBBTyDTzOotvlhrSOmzo4HuzZqOyG3b8khPnrjcBIMHXbBcxcXGn4FYVRBWO6uglaqcS69MJL6Nl7G1n_2IoHCXbrXPed3I81lOd6bjKRnQIowj0mluYAVbAMtXkI1CFhBLanYi_c_lak_JnuM1N1j_uAXohUTi3UZn5fjLUFdJDHywU/s1080/2.png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="251" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnGX75Kn0qd8jLBBTyDTzOotvlhrSOmzo4HuzZqOyG3b8khPnrjcBIMHXbBcxcXGn4FYVRBWO6uglaqcS69MJL6Nl7G1n_2IoHCXbrXPed3I81lOd6bjKRnQIowj0mluYAVbAMtXkI1CFhBLanYi_c_lak_JnuM1N1j_uAXohUTi3UZn5fjLUFdJDHywU/w251-h251/2.png" width="251" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Recently ChauncieMarie turned diabetic, throwing an even bigger
monkey wrench into my life with the Wonderpurr Gang. In all honesty I've watched this train coming at me for years. The train being that I knew when I adopted a group of stray cats all within a short time of each other, all pretty close to the same age, one day they would become seniors with varying medical issues. Well, now the train is about to run me over. I'm okay caring for them financially, but the heartbreak is going to be enormous. I'm certain every one of you reading this can relate.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Twice a week since October
18<sup>th</sup> I’ve run ChauncieMarie across town to have her glucose checked to
determine the right amount of insulin for her. I went through this with my
tabby Buddy who passed at age 24 after being diabetic for ten years. Unheard
of, but I don’t mess around when it comes to my fur babies. He traveled
everywhere with me so I could give him his insulin twice a day. I would even
leave parties to drive back home to give him his insulin at the same time. So,
while I’m deeply sad about ChauncieMarie going through this, I’m devoted to
give her the same dedication. God forbid anyone else becomes a diabetic –
looking at you, Miss Candy Applebottom who needs to drop a few pounds. She
tells me she’s not fat, she’s fluffy, but I digress.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm1dI3e8kcqdgG63XUl3Ct_vTEYlIJw3DZSEQK14m9xw9eQtgnkW4GoM3PdgVkmWj1P0T9cktrjKHjSqrzf_Jbh7tZJa0SpVAKqXfeAPuqdBj2L3Xgi3gItLvGpSyb412-Mv5rknimXyH5TUvJKc9H6wdlNzTCmgmx4v8udZLgOtUnEWmt1IHcSkBR95U/s1080/5.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm1dI3e8kcqdgG63XUl3Ct_vTEYlIJw3DZSEQK14m9xw9eQtgnkW4GoM3PdgVkmWj1P0T9cktrjKHjSqrzf_Jbh7tZJa0SpVAKqXfeAPuqdBj2L3Xgi3gItLvGpSyb412-Mv5rknimXyH5TUvJKc9H6wdlNzTCmgmx4v8udZLgOtUnEWmt1IHcSkBR95U/w240-h240/5.png" width="240" /></a></div>Then on top of ChauncieMarie’s latest medical revelation, I
now face even darker news. When we returned from our Alaskan cruise, I noticed
that Jesse’s left eye looked a little weird. At first, I thought it might be
the light. He’s not one to look me full in the face, rather he dips his head
and looks away, especially when I aim a camera at him. So, getting proof that
something was wrong took time. Finally, I got the photo. His left eye looked
orange and the pupil was strange. I ran him to our veterinarian on the same day
I took ChauncieMarie in to be diagnosed with diabetes. Doctor Feelgood tested
his eye for scratches but as there were none, she determined it was internal.
We chose to take Jesse to the University of Florida Small Animal Hospital in Gainesville
where we had taken Buddy way back when we first adopted him as a two-year-old
stray. He had an odd voice, and his breathing was noisy. Turns out he had a
polyp growing in his nasal passage. With that a success story, we were
confident that they could help Jesse.<p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDSETIwuBjDmHvwrn1ZLxvFf9JUJzjja4EimqMtF842qnjPMTkE5Vd2bBz72scRs123gKhZa5WNd3LzhmfxfV3Cmw77-t3Ot_v-pkKBEmZSYLjpL4NXRHapCW3n_sCQJ25nr-Rtyl9lOJ_mZaIlk0NOqv3CpeRZcpk5Hnsp0aj27Hgg6p3BQE3hW8-t-c/s1080/Jesse%20with%20evil%20eye.png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDSETIwuBjDmHvwrn1ZLxvFf9JUJzjja4EimqMtF842qnjPMTkE5Vd2bBz72scRs123gKhZa5WNd3LzhmfxfV3Cmw77-t3Ot_v-pkKBEmZSYLjpL4NXRHapCW3n_sCQJ25nr-Rtyl9lOJ_mZaIlk0NOqv3CpeRZcpk5Hnsp0aj27Hgg6p3BQE3hW8-t-c/w400-h400/Jesse%20with%20evil%20eye.png" width="400" /></a></div><br />Gainesville is two hours away via winding back roads. Jesse
went with us to Ashville, North Carolina last October, so I knew he would
travel well. And he did. At the hospital they gave him a once over to determine
that he may have a tumor in his eye. Best news – it’s just in his eye and can
be removed along with the eye. Worse case – it’s lymphoma and has attached to
his eye, which means its elsewhere in his body. And, as if that was not
upsetting enough, they told us Jesse tested positive for FIV.<p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p>Jesse is fourteen years old. He is the son of Queen Peaches
and was born (along with his now deceased brother Jack) under my neighbor’s
deck on March 30, 2009. Never once had any vet told me he’s FIV+. That Chevy is
FIV+ didn’t surprise me because when he first turned up, invited by his pal Nik
to join the Garage Band, he was a friendly but feisty kind of guy. However, he
sensed that Jesse and Nik were his only hope of getting a home, so he always
got along well with them. No fighting at all. So, I’m not sure how Jesse, who
has always been an introvert, never a fighter, got the virus.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p>We return on the 17<sup>th</sup> for Jesse to go through a
full day diagnosis with both the ophthalmology and oncology departments involved.
If you feel moved to say a prayer for Jesse the Toothless Wonder, we would sincerely
appreciate it.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Ironic how November is not only National Senior Pet Month but also Pet Diabetes Month. </p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAdt2XuHnYdu9NwfEEHZXWEhX3wCfpDWq3vmhh7WatxtXxGbGt76iy4VZ5AR-Un4QYIxYG9n2CPDsiRGbEWinQCgFnR2FEWscbXLAGNfqAUI6nbrM9_yqlEQpUXnBfhVGZKk-d0ewNxmDGDQw5pFv8izA6qpnD2ob0nRsDePyWECksAAxFbtKAAL6eQpU/s1080/6.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAdt2XuHnYdu9NwfEEHZXWEhX3wCfpDWq3vmhh7WatxtXxGbGt76iy4VZ5AR-Un4QYIxYG9n2CPDsiRGbEWinQCgFnR2FEWscbXLAGNfqAUI6nbrM9_yqlEQpUXnBfhVGZKk-d0ewNxmDGDQw5pFv8izA6qpnD2ob0nRsDePyWECksAAxFbtKAAL6eQpU/w218-h218/6.png" width="218" /></a></div>Sadly, Dori, the President of the Ber Month Fan Club, is off sulking in her window hammock because her plans to celebrate Everything Autumn have been derailed due to time restraints that have kept me from performing my job as her muse and secretary. There's always next year, I've told her. I've even suggested she can celebrate Autumn all year long, which she may or may not do. You know how cats can't make up their minds..<p></p><p class="MsoNormal">I'm blessed to have cat loving friends who appreciate the trials and tribulations that go hand-in-hand with rescue. Upon hearing of Jesse and ChauncieMarie on Instagram and Facebook they've reached out to me with advice and reading material. I sincerely appreciate you all. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Kim</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: red;"><b>Until Next Time...</b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn0Mtq-im_xNRCzlVXlSFGohwoAV8e3pAPnzQh2lpSu_DGS7M31-LgAHv9q9BvD8BjBmNSxq6EY7Q3Fo0Hb67MABbgr8i09M670r0KmepzDQ5LvUaC7J7eYQ8wkii7yDhRPqwYKmmdCKe5ge4CO4rmp-9hjV9FqfRUyFPTECZod4oHel-NyHHUYd_HJbA/s1024/AUTUMN%20Tuesdays%20with%20Dori%20signature%20meme.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="250" data-original-width="1024" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn0Mtq-im_xNRCzlVXlSFGohwoAV8e3pAPnzQh2lpSu_DGS7M31-LgAHv9q9BvD8BjBmNSxq6EY7Q3Fo0Hb67MABbgr8i09M670r0KmepzDQ5LvUaC7J7eYQ8wkii7yDhRPqwYKmmdCKe5ge4CO4rmp-9hjV9FqfRUyFPTECZod4oHel-NyHHUYd_HJbA/w640-h156/AUTUMN%20Tuesdays%20with%20Dori%20signature%20meme.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">. </p>Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08496938236569939041noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2430513703845763567.post-85434997176453526842023-10-17T08:00:00.003-05:002023-10-17T08:00:00.169-05:00Exploring Alaska Coastline Aboard the Holland America Koningsdam<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ipv5abpzT3hWo1yQMoaXlZZ-h5S5TE6dqvsU789onpxolx7uMpJ6B61KK6zB9lwvomWFHjkfH-j3NVrhZ__FZ5G22I1id-tuRIgXoL95hmzs_KHfzs9ETGUceoS-ncIm9JlLXFPY-nmKrgnU7b2R-lOeuzonplZm7O67Ljjvta-6HSwG1zeXIssUjjo/s1920/Kim%20Glacier%20Bay.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ipv5abpzT3hWo1yQMoaXlZZ-h5S5TE6dqvsU789onpxolx7uMpJ6B61KK6zB9lwvomWFHjkfH-j3NVrhZ__FZ5G22I1id-tuRIgXoL95hmzs_KHfzs9ETGUceoS-ncIm9JlLXFPY-nmKrgnU7b2R-lOeuzonplZm7O67Ljjvta-6HSwG1zeXIssUjjo/w225-h400/Kim%20Glacier%20Bay.png" width="225"></a></div><div>Friends, this isn't Dori so don't wait for me to do any wavy paws. This is Kim (aka The Momanager) who along with Ray (aka Dadders) managed to escape the Wonderpurr Gang for ten glorious days to cruise the Alaska coastline aboard Holland America's Koningsdam ship.</div><div><br></div><div>Being away for ten days was both fun and worrisome. My fur babies mean the world to me, and because they are sliding into their golden years, being away is rough, especially when I'm on the other coast, plus aboard a ship without a way for anyone to get a hold of me. I deliberately didn't buy the WiFi package for the ship as I could check in with our kitty sitter when we stepped on land, and I felt secure in that my almost-nineteen-year-old super senior ChauncieMarie was in good shape to not need any close monitoring. And in all honestly I needed a break from both cats and my social media life. I've heard it's good to take a break, and after this past long hot summer, I was truly ready for one. I told Ray I wanted to go someplace where my melting brain could solidify, so he chose to take us back to Alaska.</div><div><br></div><div>We had already enjoyed a cruise to Alaska during the Summer Solstice 2015, and while it had been cold in June, I wanted COLD so Ray chose one of the final cruises for the season in September aboard the Holland America Koningsdam. With me being overwhelmed trying to write Rabbit's book (still a work in progress) and juggle umpteen cat social meowdia accounts, I had no brain juice left to plan a huge vacation. And since Ray is retired and constantly complaining he's bored, I let him take the reigns.</div><div><br></div><div>He truly hit one out of the park. He booked us first class on Alaska Airlines out of Tampa. We flew to Seattle, and the next day took an Amtrak train to Vancouver, Canada. The next day we boarded the Holland America Koningsdam ship with early boarding access as Ray booked us in the Neptune Suite that came with a private concierge lounge with coffee and yummies right across the hall from our room - I had to stop Ray from popping across the hall barefoot and in his robe for morning coffee - plus access to Club Orange private dining room.</div><div><br></div><div>PS - Orange is the color of the Dutch royal family - the House of Orange-Nassau - and has thus been considered the national color of the region for hundreds of years. The Holland America line has splashes of Orange everywhere, and therefore so do my videos. I've created short video highlights of each day, so please enjoy at your leisure. Thanks so much. <span></span></div><a href="https://www.wonderpurr.com/2023/10/exploring-alaska-coastline-aboard.html#more">CLICK HERE TO READ MORE =^..^=»</a>Adorapurrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16957810621526541485noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2430513703845763567.post-42637148151211299832023-10-10T11:21:00.000-05:002023-10-10T11:21:47.091-05:00Celebrating Dori on her Birthday<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIA_ZKQ_S_1Emtj0DtfQzZTnoy6G3Je_9fRJ9C4KaGijFdZWP4JNIl3ba7yLH6d-EFXvOVDryCL0vrLEcW1OwlI-q950ZxnOXrV59rjdS1qKU4vhRp3JOwq5tNt1M71vOPKcC4iQDj-gocbI-no9098myjRb9dJCirxoMKIEI9NqgH0p72_WewEsASZfU/s1080/DoriBirthday2023.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIA_ZKQ_S_1Emtj0DtfQzZTnoy6G3Je_9fRJ9C4KaGijFdZWP4JNIl3ba7yLH6d-EFXvOVDryCL0vrLEcW1OwlI-q950ZxnOXrV59rjdS1qKU4vhRp3JOwq5tNt1M71vOPKcC4iQDj-gocbI-no9098myjRb9dJCirxoMKIEI9NqgH0p72_WewEsASZfU/s320/DoriBirthday2023.png" width="320" /></a></div>We at It's a Wonderpurr Life are celebrating our beautiful Dori today on her birthday.<div><br /></div><div>Dori arrived in our Southaven, Mississippi yard at 3 months old on a cold winter night shortly before we left to drive up to Michigan for Christmas. At the time I thought it was just one stray, a black female with a bad eye. I told my fabulous pet sitter, Michelle, to feed her while I was away.</div><div><br /></div><div>When I returned a week later, Annie the stray had brought her entire family - baby daddy Nikolas, two black panther sons and twin tabby girls. </div><div><br /></div><div>While the parents were sweet and tame, the kittens were WILD and scared the hekk out of me with their hissing and spitting. But I caught them all and kept them in an upstairs bedroom throughout the winter while I worked to simmer them down in order to be adopted.</div><div><br /></div><div>Almost immediately I knew the one tabby girl had to be removed from the others. She was very sweet and never once tried to murder me with her mittens. She was so pretty with such a delicate feminine face. Ray started calling her his little peanut. Her twin was cute, but in a tomboy kind of way.</div><div><br /></div><div>I put the family on Pet Finders, and right away there was interest in Dori. But when Ray found out his little peanut could be adopted, he said NO! To be honest I was relieved even though at the time we had around nine or ten ex-strays living with us. </div><div><br /></div><div>So Dori was officially adopted, and we also kept her daddy, Nikolas, who truly was the best daddy I've ever met. He loved his kittens and played with them all the time. I recall dragged a rug around the cat room for Nikolas to surf on, with the kittens jumping on to ride with him. To this day Nik is still a very sweet guy, and rooms with our FIV+ tabby Chevy. They were Garage Bandmates with Jesse until we moved to Florida and Jesse was kicked out of the band after losing his teeth to stomititis.</div><div><br /></div><div>We cannot imagine our home without Dori. She has a sweet, spunky spirit, and greets every day with Joy. I especially cherish hearing her squeals of delight upon finding her precious Dolly Meow (who is constantly being lost under furniture or inside closets), or when she snuggles with me at night, waking me every now and then to pat my face and lick my cheek. Who needs REM sleep when you have the sweetest little girl reminding you that life is truly Wonderpurr, even with a dozen plus cats.</div><div><br /></div><div>Happy Birthday, Dori! You are the true inspurration for It's a Wonderpurr Life.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbpVPh2T_mChTeafmufU_AjRFoA5hHQ1YpOjvUS-Odv31E7s1rB_3bBmgjCwHHRwvBlKsd23TopFezz7S4lidtwTajxxZXAaPNxocQqH4el7Ly4cfA_bpNGEYbK1KbnPBBRlZtsHjJpgksHWsKJEdCctellayGjCnsF6yYtywdD1bvEJuPfNe86Ec30bc/s1440/IMG_9126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbpVPh2T_mChTeafmufU_AjRFoA5hHQ1YpOjvUS-Odv31E7s1rB_3bBmgjCwHHRwvBlKsd23TopFezz7S4lidtwTajxxZXAaPNxocQqH4el7Ly4cfA_bpNGEYbK1KbnPBBRlZtsHjJpgksHWsKJEdCctellayGjCnsF6yYtywdD1bvEJuPfNe86Ec30bc/s320/IMG_9126.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7CELgHn0PmHVgDY7NJrwjSj-M5yia1EFdk5NHbhUEnec-BPYl93xNIxi1Ag2GH0_fjDdlsc1-S8l4-gYY37CnRFXgJczfF2z-tca_qMja68cNoeCN4GUYfV9Ki-rYpflfqWch2no3ieVWDGXoIfXuol9zi4Zk74csO62-pBAgObO-QH-53YzugsBdHVI/s958/IMG_9130.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="718" data-original-width="958" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7CELgHn0PmHVgDY7NJrwjSj-M5yia1EFdk5NHbhUEnec-BPYl93xNIxi1Ag2GH0_fjDdlsc1-S8l4-gYY37CnRFXgJczfF2z-tca_qMja68cNoeCN4GUYfV9Ki-rYpflfqWch2no3ieVWDGXoIfXuol9zi4Zk74csO62-pBAgObO-QH-53YzugsBdHVI/s320/IMG_9130.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="795" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/alHUlhEYNRw" title="Dori Celebrates Her Birthday" width="447"></iframe></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj42rqbUDG749wXWaLaCUdBu_PD8MiGh8wDroPG9FL2ShHGrzE-KTEuzOj99e4xRIs1DNmSYcOVrbIviFTtagAYAMsgs7GHExEud_0hTa7OCglVF5UbaTT7KVvQXHqfPtofVEvh2u165qcjWlJKMtWfqI2z-zmx1_fSwxNO7MLiI_jHEikEOWmriLLMzqg/s1024/AUTUMN%20Tuesdays%20with%20Dori%20signature%20meme.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="250" data-original-width="1024" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj42rqbUDG749wXWaLaCUdBu_PD8MiGh8wDroPG9FL2ShHGrzE-KTEuzOj99e4xRIs1DNmSYcOVrbIviFTtagAYAMsgs7GHExEud_0hTa7OCglVF5UbaTT7KVvQXHqfPtofVEvh2u165qcjWlJKMtWfqI2z-zmx1_fSwxNO7MLiI_jHEikEOWmriLLMzqg/w640-h156/AUTUMN%20Tuesdays%20with%20Dori%20signature%20meme.png" width="640" /></a></div>Adorapurrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16957810621526541485noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2430513703845763567.post-19077013204099264242023-10-06T08:00:00.006-05:002023-10-06T08:00:00.144-05:00Field Trip to Yates Cider Mill<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZHb6tAWlx2ty-VexfljpaYL-AmSDKYA-mQZpOPH8TqaIY5DJDtasnN9bbqsonTNAJqZ8FMm2pQw5obpz7xy06DjN9NsyBq9VQ5fIBAjjoGKQBNcjhr3w8kWnKv8BKfpbvw2Uwqn8R8ZOc4JA2OKWT-vGdbt-xBmBxjN-9ArGaT3iZBpESA_48ibwrGSM/s923/Autumn%20Dori%201.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="923" data-original-width="923" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZHb6tAWlx2ty-VexfljpaYL-AmSDKYA-mQZpOPH8TqaIY5DJDtasnN9bbqsonTNAJqZ8FMm2pQw5obpz7xy06DjN9NsyBq9VQ5fIBAjjoGKQBNcjhr3w8kWnKv8BKfpbvw2Uwqn8R8ZOc4JA2OKWT-vGdbt-xBmBxjN-9ArGaT3iZBpESA_48ibwrGSM/s320/Autumn%20Dori%201.png" width="320" /></a></div>Hi evfurrybuddy, it's me, Dori, President of the Ber Months Fan Club.<p></p><p>Today I invite yoo to join me on my first ever field trip to celebrate Everything Autumn. </p><p>We're going to visit Yates Cider Mill in Rochester Hills, Michigan.</p><p>My momma and daddy grew up in Michigan with fond memories of elementary school field trips to Yates Cider Mill, now celebrating 160 years of being one of Michigan's most beloved places to spend a day in autumn.</p><p>So without further delay, click on the video below.</p><p><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="415" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/7AUJO-do9y0?si=qOEQCEgPp50hyLU_" title="YouTube video player" width="660"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I hope yoo enjoyed my field trip and learned stuff yoo didn't know about how apple cider is made. If the links in the video aren't working and yoo want to learn more about the history of Yates Cider Mill, please click the image below to go to their website. And while there yoo can also order apple cider and donuts to be shipped to yoo on the day yoo request.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.yatescidermill.com/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEAQu1247d4ak3fPtl9mO2qcNkDbFP8-89wFNYuUPBOJ9jsmLFio-ZUCLHmr_zMlJ_YJMdotUInHSycagTuRz3BqTbLt7vu9LferQfPqNBeZBXVklMqKbyZbVWgT4jUlbzP0erZo20bj83ycWmswBt0u098larughM5r4o7IXtZW515TnjriGtRM4J5x0/w640-h360/Dori%20at%20Yates%20Cider%20Mill.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Well, I'm exhausted and need a nap, so I'm going to say bye bye. If yoo would leave me a message to let me know if yoo enjoyed my field trip, it might help me create future field trips. Thank yoo so much for joining me. Now go off and make it a Wonderpurr day. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="color: red;">Until Next Time...</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF8A3klMkF9Avof5UyyfyJMiEytR6YXP5tz_GRwyDrRTgkw5aFMAOxQXVRYeGIw2Yf6phd_iPHW_YJ5UydLpIftetJYQ3Q8QlIXvOwtFykpcnVE669_a57NLdM8tfopi9eNUPfD3pqCiQkMz8lza_ivkdRoN4k26tKmYly5nSaDYlXidkUD51BDNwg2yM/s1024/AUTUMN%20Tuesdays%20with%20Dori%20signature%20meme.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="250" data-original-width="1024" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF8A3klMkF9Avof5UyyfyJMiEytR6YXP5tz_GRwyDrRTgkw5aFMAOxQXVRYeGIw2Yf6phd_iPHW_YJ5UydLpIftetJYQ3Q8QlIXvOwtFykpcnVE669_a57NLdM8tfopi9eNUPfD3pqCiQkMz8lza_ivkdRoN4k26tKmYly5nSaDYlXidkUD51BDNwg2yM/w640-h156/AUTUMN%20Tuesdays%20with%20Dori%20signature%20meme.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Herman and Dorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17435630776038064709noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2430513703845763567.post-1934317349182829392023-10-02T10:34:00.005-05:002024-01-10T15:38:45.457-05:00Rabbit Receives Much-Needed Advice from Dr. Basil<p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-R_ssRBX81t-rzZRBgNFBPKnK2lhUV9dzn1VLIz7rVMOj3R0jgsuXbg0sf-SgK82f3yXSJQjjtatbh8ST1F897s_kpWzegKihSHC4TWlWVNEnjPqeJCiDFFz8ua96XkTGsUp-eAnt2jSWTZH7PnOUA_aQzFW4FSTN31WhnpNLuYY_udTudxCY1dpPrH4T/s923/IMG_1733%20(1).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="923" data-original-width="692" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-R_ssRBX81t-rzZRBgNFBPKnK2lhUV9dzn1VLIz7rVMOj3R0jgsuXbg0sf-SgK82f3yXSJQjjtatbh8ST1F897s_kpWzegKihSHC4TWlWVNEnjPqeJCiDFFz8ua96XkTGsUp-eAnt2jSWTZH7PnOUA_aQzFW4FSTN31WhnpNLuYY_udTudxCY1dpPrH4T/s320/IMG_1733%20(1).JPG" width="240" /></a></div>Pals, Rabbit here. Yah, long time no meow, mostly cuz our momanager has allowed Dori to monopolize our family blog. Pffft! That's show biz, I guess. Anyway! I happened upon the homesite of the Bionic Basil B Team last week and saw Dr. Basil is back to giving advice.<p></p><p>Years ago my brother Herman consulted Dr. Basil on various topics, and was even fortunate to meet his momanager in purrson at the Blogpaws conference in Myrtle Beach. Good times, good memories. So when I was growling about feeling unappreciated, Herms recommended I unload my issues on Dr. Basil and see what resolutions he could come up with.</p><p>Boy, do I feel vindicated! Dr. Basil has a phenomenal background in understanding the feline psychic and as a result, he totally got me.</p><p>Please do yourself a favorite and click the image below, not only to read Basil's advice, but also to find our how you can get your problems resolved by the ultimate expurrrt in feline problems.</p><p>You won't regret it! Until ... well. Whenever cuz clearly everyone's darling Dori has full reign over this blog. Purrs, Rabbit.</p><p>Pee Hiss - if you have a Facebook or Instagram account, check meow. </p><p>I'm <a href="https://www.instagram.com/diary.of.a.mad.house.cat/" target="_blank">@Diary.of.a.Mad.House.Cat</a> on Instagram and...</p><p>I'm <a href="https://www.facebook.com/diaryofamadhousecat/" target="_blank">@DiaryofaMadHouseCat</a> on Facebook.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://bionicbasil.blogspot.com/2023/10/cats-have-problems-too-with-dr-basil.html" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><br /><img data-original-height="640" data-original-width="640" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiDHS12rM93MZcYYYVb70BbMeJqW0B60d6rHBxfIh8iBYiJyV-MbEGFss-7YIpj-7G3BE23uZDCqtXQ1bjtkopQrnmP2WFoiNraZm-74wk8A5MmYMz989kkado0XJWyVrz97cKI4dkB1SyAk7in2ClPI8j1ITSwlzj-iJ-ha1cW4p32XcznT_fTF9Ckzmn5=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Rabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06626740416886791793noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2430513703845763567.post-90814310471762889862023-08-08T08:00:00.001-05:002023-08-08T08:00:00.136-05:00Baking with Cats: Almond Joy Cookies<p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhauZ_Om5DIFDdNvBpgU8BhN7l_UKPtU4w0FUQ0rkyAM_W6FLsGu4aOfrQBI-OPmwmjB4GGzQpLMmkxPn8uVxjrsAn7P0Hn1YujeUJR6_mzxQt2K2SWi6yIcVaA-FrVVBu88sLAqEhryRXOp87BTf3pSBk5XnAIEnLrya5EWkfgkx_L8lYeBf3uztsT8PE/s919/IMG_5657.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="919" data-original-width="562" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhauZ_Om5DIFDdNvBpgU8BhN7l_UKPtU4w0FUQ0rkyAM_W6FLsGu4aOfrQBI-OPmwmjB4GGzQpLMmkxPn8uVxjrsAn7P0Hn1YujeUJR6_mzxQt2K2SWi6yIcVaA-FrVVBu88sLAqEhryRXOp87BTf3pSBk5XnAIEnLrya5EWkfgkx_L8lYeBf3uztsT8PE/w245-h400/IMG_5657.PNG" width="245" /></a></div><br />Dear Fwends, this is Dori. *wavy paws!* I hope yoo all are enjoying a nice AugtoBER and getting excited about the arrival of Fall where we bweak free from the leash of Summer and start to dwink lots of pumpkin spice lattes, and nom on pumpkin spice muffins and pumpkin spice Spam, and pumpkin spice ... Everything!<p></p><p>Recently my momma got into the mood to bake some cookies, and she wanted to try making Almond Joy Cookies because Almond Joy is one of her favorite candy bars. Daddy prefers Mounds Bars, but that's not the point. The point is, Momma chose a day to bake these cookies when Daddy was finally out of the house after three weeks of not golfing due to storms and high heat. After yoo see this video, I'm sure yoo can see why she chose a day when Daddy was not home, because Daddy and Wabbit are almost one and the same in purrsonality.</p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/L_AGNI6CCfM" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Anyway, we have been hunkered down trying to get through this summer because the heat is making my momma crabby, and also she's trying to help Wabbit write his Tell All book. Gosh. I hope there's no unseamly gossip about me in it. I would have to sue.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">If yoo are interested in making the cookies in the video, I have included it below. And ... maybe lock up yoor kittehs if yoo do decide to make them. Sticky coconut and kitteh fur do not go well together, even with a Pumpkin Spice Latte. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: start;">Almond Joy Cookies</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: start;" /></span><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: start;" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: start;">1 - 14 oz bag sweetened coconut flakes</span></div></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222;"><br /></span></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: start;">2 cups semi-sweet chocolate chips</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: start;">2/3 cup chopped lightly salted almonds I used Blue Diamond Low Sodium Lightly Salted - light blue bag</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: start;">1 - 14 oz can sweetened condensed milk</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: start;">Instructions</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: start;">• Preheat the oven to 325F.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: start;">• Line a large baking sheet with parchment paper and set aside.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: start;">Note</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: start;">• Parchment paper is critical for these cookies to turn out right. Silicone mats, waxed paper, etc. will yield a slightly different result.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: start;">• In a large bowl combine coconut, chocolate chips, almonds, and sweetened condensed milk.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: start;">• Stir until combined.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: start;">• Scoop out dough with a cookie scoop onto prepared baking sheet.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: start;">• Moisten the tips of your fingers with water and shape into discs. Pat the tops flat.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: start;">• Bake cookies for 12 to 14 minutes or until tips of coconut are just starting to turn golden brown.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: start;">• Let cool on baking sheet.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: start;">• Store in airtight container.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: start;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: start;"><b>Until Next Time...</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia5h_Dk3V9UTam76cy_e2yRn241vb0PrFPL7RJCWRQ1Y8ZBd4_MpQ3gnrTuZORY6XCKxRMvvm2VpCHAIRanMQktUXPH1LYtD4X8jDm3SptwDlbdjpVNc0MXUYdrYl5d7vl1ZWlYOXisLfw4_LH1TjPMQaV9OyL0ovVzzCbHvjIZNp6gvqmq1aX9-oWfIE/s950/Autumn%20Tuesday%20with%20Dori%20signature%20meme.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="250" data-original-width="950" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia5h_Dk3V9UTam76cy_e2yRn241vb0PrFPL7RJCWRQ1Y8ZBd4_MpQ3gnrTuZORY6XCKxRMvvm2VpCHAIRanMQktUXPH1LYtD4X8jDm3SptwDlbdjpVNc0MXUYdrYl5d7vl1ZWlYOXisLfw4_LH1TjPMQaV9OyL0ovVzzCbHvjIZNp6gvqmq1aX9-oWfIE/w640-h168/Autumn%20Tuesday%20with%20Dori%20signature%20meme.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: start;"><br /></span></span></div>Adorapurrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16957810621526541485noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2430513703845763567.post-64107691710997455512023-07-31T08:00:00.002-05:002024-01-10T15:39:22.094-05:00Official Invitation to August to Join the 'BER Months<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Xw2eX0CpMJ33NQGM-5jAZfeTFwOzWHis-Lw03UnltC27b_UvAeWbv_mKfLxT7OrXZSMgJQIYGjZB0UzaD1GGJym639hKGNIJ5bDSEe3DafoEhOFVEtfBmA9pNUIbjwci6hyg2EvgR9IPD4Vgfxyg_WwwK808PVsE380_9nHpcOiXgQwszVD2LoRdMXA/s2000/Dori%20President%20of%20'Ber%20Months%20Fan%20Club.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="2000" height="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Xw2eX0CpMJ33NQGM-5jAZfeTFwOzWHis-Lw03UnltC27b_UvAeWbv_mKfLxT7OrXZSMgJQIYGjZB0UzaD1GGJym639hKGNIJ5bDSEe3DafoEhOFVEtfBmA9pNUIbjwci6hyg2EvgR9IPD4Vgfxyg_WwwK808PVsE380_9nHpcOiXgQwszVD2LoRdMXA/w640-h512/Dori%20President%20of%20'Ber%20Months%20Fan%20Club.png" width="640" /></a></div><br />Dear August, <br /><br />This is Dori, *wavy paws*. I know this is short notice, but I would like yoo to formally join the ’BER Months by changing yoor name to AugtoBER. <br /><br />Here are my reasons why this would be a good move for yoo. <br /><br />There are no major federal holidays celebwated during the month of August. Other than Homemade Pie Day on the 1st, and Inpurrnational Cat Day on the 8th… and maybe Wurld Honeybee Day on the 19th because they are in danger of being extincted, along with International Homeless Animals Day which hurts my heart to think of animals being homeless, August isn’t a month where hoomons get an official day off along with an excuse to overeat and dwink wine and be silly. <br /><br />Balloons to Heaven Day on the 6th is a very bad idea, August. Them rubber floaty things end up in lakes and oceans and eff up aquatic life. Apologies for saying a bad wurd but, I’m vewy serious. <br /><br />Cwackers Over the Keyboard Day on the 28th is just plain silly. And National Dan Day on the 31st leaves me with so many questions: Who is Dan? Where does he live? What did he do that was special enough to get a day named after him? And are all hoomons named Dan being celebwated on that day, or only just one guy named Dan? Also, what about kittehs and doggos named Dan? Are they getting celebwated too? Thinking about this hurts my bwain, August.<div><br /><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCrgM9Q_GsWJrd0ph7WvU92FBjIFjuZZ9NV5YOJuUkwF-QZQILCyZXUP8d_VatUCi0MAphRYqkMhSSJQg9KMV7kOg3q6B6RdX3G59Y8sqZ6WpwSl7zuwilrnMbfsMFVnAnyof0lzL_WpwY5ZgNlALPEYzHq1wjF6HLclu2c3E3MXTN_-VjQYw0g24WSYs/s919/IMG_5657.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="919" data-original-width="562" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCrgM9Q_GsWJrd0ph7WvU92FBjIFjuZZ9NV5YOJuUkwF-QZQILCyZXUP8d_VatUCi0MAphRYqkMhSSJQg9KMV7kOg3q6B6RdX3G59Y8sqZ6WpwSl7zuwilrnMbfsMFVnAnyof0lzL_WpwY5ZgNlALPEYzHq1wjF6HLclu2c3E3MXTN_-VjQYw0g24WSYs/w245-h400/IMG_5657.PNG" width="245" /></a></div>Now, here are my reasons why yoo should change yoor name to AugtoBER. <br /><br />The ‘BER Months start in SeptemBER where children go back to school. They get new clothes and new school supplies and start talking about what costume they will wear on Halloween and what kind of pie they like best for Thanksgiving and what they want Santa Claus to bwing them for Christmas. <br /><br />August, if yoo join the ‘BER Months, yoo will usurp the usual excitement related to SeptemBER by being the first to get everyone excited with anticipation for the change that’s coming from hot and sweaty weather to cooler temperatures where leaves change to pwetty colors and noms become delicious and cweative like sugar cookies made to look like slices of punkin pie. <br /><br />The ‘BER Months typically get hoomons thinking about Christmas, so they get out their notebooks and start planning lists on what to buy, and what to bake, and what photos will be on their Christmas card or what family achievements they will brag about in their Holiday newsletter. <div><br /></div><div>If yoo joined the ‘BER Months, August, maybe we could finally get yoo a legitimate National Holiday called <span style="color: red;"><b>Get Excited for HollowThanksMas </b></span>where everyone spends that day planning costumes, what pie they will serve after turkey noms, and sorting out who belongs on the Nice List as opposed to the Naughty List. <br /><br />Anyway, AugtoBER -- I’m calling yoo AugtoBER to let yoo try it on and see how it fits – I realize this is last minute, but I sincerely hope yoo will abandon yoor hot, sweaty, no-nothing existence among the summer months, and come join the Fun Months. Come be a ‘BER and I promise yoo will have no regrets. <br /><br /> <br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><b>Sincerely, Dori, President of the ‘BER Months Fan Club</b></span></div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBizUIDvYlNZlJbi5Z2ubF1kfecPIDeL6SB2Ltdj_KjSb0jJSYJ6U7muFSV3XEnGjeZGXfqTVplgpwbRxeGnn43kiQ_VokuIH9ogelifRzyDQqCybLdesFukrOaoqSIOqcldH-A9Rtr18LxgoC0aTb3SL7K7vzhoFimyEAYZEkzqHmwoBdR2Qc0ePLfxI/s950/Autumn%20Tuesday%20with%20Dori%20signature%20meme.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="250" data-original-width="950" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBizUIDvYlNZlJbi5Z2ubF1kfecPIDeL6SB2Ltdj_KjSb0jJSYJ6U7muFSV3XEnGjeZGXfqTVplgpwbRxeGnn43kiQ_VokuIH9ogelifRzyDQqCybLdesFukrOaoqSIOqcldH-A9Rtr18LxgoC0aTb3SL7K7vzhoFimyEAYZEkzqHmwoBdR2Qc0ePLfxI/w640-h168/Autumn%20Tuesday%20with%20Dori%20signature%20meme.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div></div></div>Adorapurrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16957810621526541485noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2430513703845763567.post-29043572554387183282023-07-25T08:30:00.001-05:002023-07-25T08:30:00.138-05:00Drink During Summertime - It Can Save Your Life<div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSuUgbKwo4XF9PFBdoX7-hnG9ashX5u2kjGxhlez1v0I1CKLcu9VP512IUDXr8_DAVfzbjUP-4r0KeV50qaWG37i0L19EdjCGyKJmByD6wLu-LfeNFJVVJxPTyg4kmCFwdGWJ-c-t3Af8hXTRw6kFQtKF4dZBUuREJfHDyQz1oLLyKEvL2Nk_TJAjuUFA/s900/Dori%20Heat.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSuUgbKwo4XF9PFBdoX7-hnG9ashX5u2kjGxhlez1v0I1CKLcu9VP512IUDXr8_DAVfzbjUP-4r0KeV50qaWG37i0L19EdjCGyKJmByD6wLu-LfeNFJVVJxPTyg4kmCFwdGWJ-c-t3Af8hXTRw6kFQtKF4dZBUuREJfHDyQz1oLLyKEvL2Nk_TJAjuUFA/w320-h400/Dori%20Heat.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Fwends, this is Dori *wavy paws* with a vewy serious pawblic service announcement.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">And before yoo get all excited that I've given yoo purrmission to go get drunk on alcoholic beverages like Long Island Ice Teas and Mojitos and Tequila Sunrises and Moscow Mules... I'm not. Like I said, I'm talking serious stuff here.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">If yoo are experiencing severe warm outside, yoo might be in danger of being dehydrated without realizing it.</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">*paws on hips* I’m speaking to yoo, Daddy!</span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Here in FloryDa we are suffering with high temperatures that pwevent me from enjoying my Catio. And because we can’t enjoy outside we are all stuck together inside. With a crowd of purrsonalities like we have, it’s pwetty dicey on who’s going to get up in someone else’s bizness and have a dissygreement.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Anyway! I'm not here to talk about soshallizing dissygreeable fur sibs. I'm talking about Dehydration and it's vewy serious. Yoo can die! Or mess up yoor Day by lying in bed sick when yoo could be having fun.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ8GJiPj9QCEUi7sOMq8Lf2v9XWZ63tpSQaJCfNdjhbpAvSRIO3I3oMdwKYawDB9j6afbFZhA3nhFH_kb1W9YkpzeKefX07lR2cNyvg1I8xpFDAslhOiUNXhNXFsNshBTBz6HhpRz8VHbmppLD1VIQu8h3-26lcgXmtIj3rkxSB4xqxVYmgE-fKs0nb9c/s828/IMG_6279.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="669" data-original-width="828" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ8GJiPj9QCEUi7sOMq8Lf2v9XWZ63tpSQaJCfNdjhbpAvSRIO3I3oMdwKYawDB9j6afbFZhA3nhFH_kb1W9YkpzeKefX07lR2cNyvg1I8xpFDAslhOiUNXhNXFsNshBTBz6HhpRz8VHbmppLD1VIQu8h3-26lcgXmtIj3rkxSB4xqxVYmgE-fKs0nb9c/s320/IMG_6279.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />When ChauncieMarie (18) and Opie (16) were diagnosed with kidney disease they got prescription noms. And Momma started adding Purina Pro Plan Veterinary Supplements HydraCare®</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">to their breakfast noms. She also adds a little to my bowl and everyone else’s just to make sure we are getting enough liquids. She also adds a little water to our bowls. I’ve tried to tell her that’s overkill but she ignored me… like she knows better than I do. So sad.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">I’m not an influencer for Chewy or Purina’s HydraCare. I just care about yoo my frens, and want yoo to enjoy a nicely hydrated body.</span></span><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Yoo can buy HydraCare on Chewy - 12 3oz pouches for @14.99. One pouch is a lot when adding to our kitty bowls - Momma gives most to Opie and ChauncieMarie, then squirts some in my bowl and the others. It’s a pwetty orange color - like salmon soup! And tasted delicious! All 13 of us love the taste.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Okay. Yoo now know what to do. Drink lots of clean water. Water is best - avoid sugary drinks and alcohol as they don’t hydrate yoo.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><heavy sighs> The heat is now getting to me, even indoors cuz I’m lying in my window hammock. Time to close the shade and have a nice cool rest on the bed.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><b><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">Love yoo all! Dori </span></b></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><b><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><b><span style="background-color: white;">Until Next Time...</span></b></span></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiougQDBOf9KRoJ1ztpwRvmtfW_o6vyyhNMF5L55Wic2vOyz4GrzInuw2CIngrPJ1n4lO8NO69Ww7KB9YuAJoM5mv8fUIpk3zNpab8nHnvp5zDhy3te0k5goPC-XDPs_aFCg0WDsq2A-zWwB_ns9a9qdySgV4vsVO2bLBwAmzkCba1eG7b0iAE37eV6DdA/s1024/Tuesdays%20with%20Dori%20signature%20meme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="250" data-original-width="1024" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiougQDBOf9KRoJ1ztpwRvmtfW_o6vyyhNMF5L55Wic2vOyz4GrzInuw2CIngrPJ1n4lO8NO69Ww7KB9YuAJoM5mv8fUIpk3zNpab8nHnvp5zDhy3te0k5goPC-XDPs_aFCg0WDsq2A-zWwB_ns9a9qdySgV4vsVO2bLBwAmzkCba1eG7b0iAE37eV6DdA/w640-h156/Tuesdays%20with%20Dori%20signature%20meme.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div></div>Adorapurrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16957810621526541485noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2430513703845763567.post-51837993191967737242023-07-11T13:36:00.004-05:002024-01-10T15:39:42.243-05:00Black Cat Diary of a Horrible Mornin'Frens, dis be me, Jesse da Toofless Wonder. Nice to meet ya'll. Ah doan get much oppurrtoonitty to get off da kitchen counter an' socialize, but Ah had a rough mornin' an' so Ah'm takin' control of today's blog post.<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuY__0utt0rK4JhykVujcsUmSPirYdMVkNxY1eyv0L79cpkq8SYWZAsjAsVkamwqtCgX5ab6wiVNIrrJIYmjTpTCnDemRHscjeZ1Oqo_LN-M9vPdfFy5G9VD-CaCFamk2IsJwl1nr4UZlmm2lrZBQrG-yigzV1a8LrsRUi_6sPBHV1AQ9kIt_rTQZsP1g/s3088/IMG_5879.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuY__0utt0rK4JhykVujcsUmSPirYdMVkNxY1eyv0L79cpkq8SYWZAsjAsVkamwqtCgX5ab6wiVNIrrJIYmjTpTCnDemRHscjeZ1Oqo_LN-M9vPdfFy5G9VD-CaCFamk2IsJwl1nr4UZlmm2lrZBQrG-yigzV1a8LrsRUi_6sPBHV1AQ9kIt_rTQZsP1g/w300-h400/IMG_5879.JPG" width="300"></a></div><br>It all started when ma Mama dragged me out of ma loft condo ‘n stuck me in a Bad Box. Bad Boxes only come out for visits to Doktor Feelgood. Affer a long drive in da car... Yup. That’s where Ah ended up.<br><br>While waitin’ ma Mama attacked ma claws with special clippurrs. Lemme tell ya, Frens, when you don’t have teef you gotta grow some pawerful murder mittens to protect yerself from ex-street thugs like Frank ‘n pretty lil scary grrrls like Dori (although she’s simmered down a lot and Ah’m not bothered about her no more.)<br><br>At home Ah’m verra determined not to give up even a small piece of ma claws - Ah eben put a formidable bitey on Mama once but she laughed ‘n said it tickled; so cruel to hear when Ah wuz being ferocious. Anyway, ma Mama be a sneaky Yankee grrrl ‘n quickly robbed me blind of ma claws while Ah was on da table tryin’ hard not to cry.<span></span></div><a href="https://www.wonderpurr.com/2023/07/frens-dis-be-me-jesse-da-toofless-wonder.html#more">CLICK HERE TO READ MORE =^..^=»</a>Adorapurrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16957810621526541485noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2430513703845763567.post-43797813037475827682023-06-28T09:06:00.005-05:002023-06-28T09:06:39.093-05:00A Happy Accident<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2I-DK42fgCckTC6w1Bli5xnLmcHoocgXykF8YCiWHwAkMY3_puH2OeePtWJI3dRZ7HxZWqUc7pnpKrVW86vQjdhiahDl8qu_C-EWfGEIBq8ISnYIhdHaFDs1qHofpMdFwCst408Q4SMSnDCfGZOGObhjW1qVPoLyzXVK_-IIqvwBjxix2sbrGeJxLLa4/s1239/IMG_9025.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="929" data-original-width="1239" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2I-DK42fgCckTC6w1Bli5xnLmcHoocgXykF8YCiWHwAkMY3_puH2OeePtWJI3dRZ7HxZWqUc7pnpKrVW86vQjdhiahDl8qu_C-EWfGEIBq8ISnYIhdHaFDs1qHofpMdFwCst408Q4SMSnDCfGZOGObhjW1qVPoLyzXVK_-IIqvwBjxix2sbrGeJxLLa4/w640-h480/IMG_9025.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Greetings! This is Candy posting by accident on our family blog. Yes! Just moments ago I was on my momma's desk and rubbed against her desk window screen and guess what happened?</p><p>I created a new post!</p><p>Momma didn't realize her desk window screen is also a touch screen. And kitties like me can make it do stuff she doesn't necessarily want it to.</p><p>So this is a real eye opener for her.</p><p>I don't have my own social meowdia and sadly, I'm feeling left out. </p><p>However, Momma now realizes she's in a pickle and it's her own fault. She has a lot of wonderpurr kitties, but the majority of us aren't known because we stay in the background of our popular fursibs Dori and Rabbit.</p><p>Momma is juggling too many Instagram and Facebook and Twitter accounts, plus a blog - I guess she's referring to this one - and she's also ghostwriting Rabbit's book, Diary of an AssRabbit. She's also playing Nurse to our seniors and other stuff... like dealing with summer heat, which she hates so much.</p><p>So I understand she's going to combine accounts in order to bring the rest of us out of hiding. I'm so excited! </p><p>I guess while I've got your attention I would like to remind you to be aware of how the summer heat affects your fur babies. You would think by now hoomons would know better than to leave a fur in a hot car, even with a window cracked, and the hot pavement is torture on naked paws. And having lots of fresh water available is dire. We are drinking down big bowls every day. So those of you who have blogs and social meowdia accounts, please do your part by reminding everyone to think twice when they let their furs outside or take for a walk or ride in a car.</p><p>Momma has also started putting out a big bowl of iced water for the wild life. Her squirrels and a murder of crows are coming to our yard every day wanting water and also the leftover kibbles. We have a pond across the street but it has turtles and a small alligator, and frankly I doubt the squirrels from our yard go that far to get water. So having water in our yard is both appreciated and necessary.</p><p>Well, I'm so glad I got to say hello to you all, and hopefully I will get to say hello again soon. Now go off and enjoy your day!</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-size: medium;"><b>Love, Candy</b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ8Jb1VE8fnc2JkyCY9f7lqO064hTe7WPgcspFA2TnbdNUCsFkI5QZ3X82B9UipFcQZpeIybjrTVWwLXeKrFtgygUUN08MaXn_pKyRv4kozoa_F8sXEAvFzcemOyiRcE0yl8h5dYIDtQOLYGJjvy9Fqej2DfvCjFfmd1Vg9Sqp7gCAGNgWqSZfn1wBXnA/s1024/It's%20a%20Wonderpurr%20Life%20signature%20meme.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="250" data-original-width="1024" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ8Jb1VE8fnc2JkyCY9f7lqO064hTe7WPgcspFA2TnbdNUCsFkI5QZ3X82B9UipFcQZpeIybjrTVWwLXeKrFtgygUUN08MaXn_pKyRv4kozoa_F8sXEAvFzcemOyiRcE0yl8h5dYIDtQOLYGJjvy9Fqej2DfvCjFfmd1Vg9Sqp7gCAGNgWqSZfn1wBXnA/w640-h156/It's%20a%20Wonderpurr%20Life%20signature%20meme.png" width="640" /></a></div>Adorapurrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16957810621526541485noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2430513703845763567.post-46281635302467716852023-06-27T08:30:00.001-05:002023-06-27T08:30:00.135-05:00When Someone Gives You TMI, All You Can Do Is Turn Up The Volume<p> </p><p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="background: white; color: black;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC3q3qhL634Ci8OOHRWznQgVIxsVG6LUTEc96fHHuGNkblE1vR3CvhmiLr3ixOhrUHGrORUmLOei_cbfQiOz7UDHtZcak4Zki0EXJMxUcz-hnkTNujOkygaZ0AGqmzlt5FOeRtkJeSCsCqNv1v56MCfXCDsN_gUyxf_z5Ow4D2DleJ3Em5lqC4KHFa/s929/MeatTwinkie.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="929" data-original-width="722" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC3q3qhL634Ci8OOHRWznQgVIxsVG6LUTEc96fHHuGNkblE1vR3CvhmiLr3ixOhrUHGrORUmLOei_cbfQiOz7UDHtZcak4Zki0EXJMxUcz-hnkTNujOkygaZ0AGqmzlt5FOeRtkJeSCsCqNv1v56MCfXCDsN_gUyxf_z5Ow4D2DleJ3Em5lqC4KHFa/w311-h400/MeatTwinkie.JPG" width="311"></a></div>Hi evfurrybuddy. It's me, Dori. *wavy paws* I hope yoo enjoyed a wonderpurr weekend filled with adventure,
relaxation and delicious noms that yoo normally don’t eat Monday through
Friday. Like hot dogs.<span style="color: black;"><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">
<br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background: white;"><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; float: none; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">On Caturday I wanted a hot dog while I watched
sports on teevee with Daddy, but Momma told me No!</span></span><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">
<br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="background: white;"><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; float: none; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">She said there’s not a lot of actual meat in hot
dogs, even when it's listed as a top ingredient. They are mostly water and fat,
with a tiny bit of meat in the traditional sense. The meat that is used is
lower-grade and has been turned into sludge.<span></span></span></span></span><a href="https://www.wonderpurr.com/2023/06/when-someone-gives-you-tmi-all-you-can.html#more">CLICK HERE TO READ MORE =^..^=»</a>Adorapurrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16957810621526541485noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2430513703845763567.post-43455358878481102512023-06-21T10:03:00.001-05:002024-01-10T15:40:31.711-05:00First Day of Summer Backyard Morning Rush Hour<p style="text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoLNnZZOc_fm7oGfTsg1VdHcoyVHQTrHTSrbZt7-5L-ohZotHuQhuQQjYycZpZ2t-7WgutAGG1oIurCZsa94HfgTDuupYybFXHXfGXguIwk0hFnIqZ2aOZosP3_mjV5sDwMGgSkJi9Y0tZuOALFAGvedjk_tMrkRfGhgxvZuJL-4pGcz-VDCeWXK_9z3dP/s500/1.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoLNnZZOc_fm7oGfTsg1VdHcoyVHQTrHTSrbZt7-5L-ohZotHuQhuQQjYycZpZ2t-7WgutAGG1oIurCZsa94HfgTDuupYybFXHXfGXguIwk0hFnIqZ2aOZosP3_mjV5sDwMGgSkJi9Y0tZuOALFAGvedjk_tMrkRfGhgxvZuJL-4pGcz-VDCeWXK_9z3dP/s320/1.png" width="320" /></a></div><br />Dear Diary...<p></p>Today is the First Day of Summer! We are getting hit by huge storms. Last night our two huge water bowls got flooded. Dadders emptied 30 buckets so today’s storms don’t flood our Catio. <br /><br />As I watched morning rush hour pass by, Cornelius Crowbird stopped to catch me up on neighborhood gossip. He saw the big white poodle, Flagler, out for a stroll with his daddy, and the Woodstocks at the end of the block got a notice from the HOA to remove that giant peace sign off their front lawn as it offends one of the neighbors. Cornelius didn't say which neighbor, for fear of retaliation. I will pass along updates if there are any.<br /><br />I also got a little wurk out in atop my ball spinner thingy. I've watched Candy and Frank gently paw the ball, but... Pffft! So lame when you can sit on it and spin that sukka like I do. So much more action!<div><br /> And then Barbie deer stopped by to tell me she and her sisters were moving to higher ground because the severe storms have flooded the area where they usually sleep. This is Florida and higher ground - especially a mile from the ocean where we are - is probably a slight mound of grass-covered dirt. Still, she was pretty adamant about going, so I didn't bother to argue.<br /><br />Are you getting storms at your house? Storms in Florida mean the start of hurricane season. I can’t wait! Last year Hurricane Ian stole our power for a couple of days and ripped a roof panel off our Catio. Immediately giant birds started circling overhead as though they were Forest Gump looking down at us cats like we were inside a box of chocolates. Dadders made a temporary cover for the missing screen that kept us safe until the repair dudes could fix it a month later.<br /><br />Hurricane Nicole showed up on one of the final days of Hurricane season in November and devastated Daytona Beach down the road from us. People lost their homes from wind and flooding. It was very scary, but at my house we breezed through it without damage or losing power. <br /><br /> Here's hoping Hurricane Season 2023 is lame and a big o' failure.<br /><br /> And that's my report for today. Purrs, Rabbit <br /><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="801" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/QUpweNaYmCo" title="1st Day of Summer 2023" width="451"></iframe></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPsEvbLVJ_QNZXLk_J1Ptmdghe7fH2JTwermhWBJSV9-pzsh6i02xDCvWqBJX04ZRKsG-dCSiKrs7HNzINTCQNnZ79D6Mi2LxAlTmP8ROuW22FCALrsc58pVaLsYjv_2C1o56FYRWkxtBOTCHrzriNTi9yQUBbYB8EKRNDCzbz_Q5u5YsdLOPQZFJKyVTY/s1024/Diary%20Signature%20Meme%20looks%20can%20be%20deceiving.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="250" data-original-width="1024" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPsEvbLVJ_QNZXLk_J1Ptmdghe7fH2JTwermhWBJSV9-pzsh6i02xDCvWqBJX04ZRKsG-dCSiKrs7HNzINTCQNnZ79D6Mi2LxAlTmP8ROuW22FCALrsc58pVaLsYjv_2C1o56FYRWkxtBOTCHrzriNTi9yQUBbYB8EKRNDCzbz_Q5u5YsdLOPQZFJKyVTY/w640-h156/Diary%20Signature%20Meme%20looks%20can%20be%20deceiving.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Adorapurrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16957810621526541485noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2430513703845763567.post-46038918569246506632023-06-13T08:26:00.016-05:002023-06-13T08:32:08.039-05:00Cat Daddy's Day Celebration<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEmjmIZB3AJQW8nXoLLWfrvdN2XaAn2TWcDdCvdLzz2kA_r5op9IysNiQHEvfr0eHJ_S67iSt4MWZb2PEjoyJwapGRKIIKx7o0ganMGzN8iHRiiptKIRll_eUlrzy3kXBc_4DoAAtsHWBY3nxwtM0P6My0VjDWSS4y8t768SRW4jeRzJCU6wVJUIFO/s1000/Tuesdays%20with%20Dori%20sidebar.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEmjmIZB3AJQW8nXoLLWfrvdN2XaAn2TWcDdCvdLzz2kA_r5op9IysNiQHEvfr0eHJ_S67iSt4MWZb2PEjoyJwapGRKIIKx7o0ganMGzN8iHRiiptKIRll_eUlrzy3kXBc_4DoAAtsHWBY3nxwtM0P6My0VjDWSS4y8t768SRW4jeRzJCU6wVJUIFO/s320/Tuesdays%20with%20Dori%20sidebar.png" width="320"></a></div><br>Hi everyone, it's me Dori. *wavy paws* I wanted to check in with yoo to make sure yoo are doing well and the summertime hoomiditty hasn't melted yoor bwains. Yes, I know Summer doesn't offically start until next Wednesday, but here in FloryDa it has been hunkered down like a smelly ol' toad in our catio since April. In case yoo are wonderpurring, my bwains are nice 'n chill... like plump pink shwimps relaxing on a bed of ice chips. It's the Tabby Way to be chill during the worst of summer heat.<p></p><p>So, what have yoo been up to since we last meowed? Are yoo following the Yellowstone saga where Kevy Costner is definitely leaving and making everyone else in the cast lose their jobs? Or that Laramie and Walker are a couple in real life?<span></span></p><a href="https://www.wonderpurr.com/2023/06/cat-daddys-day-celebration.html#more">CLICK HERE TO READ MORE =^..^=»</a>Adorapurrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16957810621526541485noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2430513703845763567.post-358126499455264292023-06-05T10:00:00.013-05:002023-11-14T17:17:37.671-05:00Diary of an AssRabbit - Regretful Monday<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">Anybuddy else having a Regretful Monday? Thinking that homegrown catnip I got off of Misty at @Misty.s_World was a bit more potent than I'm used to. Probably her Appalachian Mountain air adds a THC-ish kick we don't get here in Florida.</span></div><p><span style="background: white; line-height: 107%;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Segoe UI", sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhgdsTKEPNzozBbz2F_eiq8dNa8QOrRQsHqgMmSYuA02MPYfs78_liUIASs9ulTn2zDN3J8hcvp2lNk-3_KsFNF89DFV3r-XMME7UnyljQQcbE2N54tyEwJXO3kRgXUNY0l2POWCbFWEks9-uM0ve47B6RWg89Tyi_4lX2ihReOWO8bBl5RI7rPIK0/s929/ShittyKitty.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="929" data-original-width="686" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhgdsTKEPNzozBbz2F_eiq8dNa8QOrRQsHqgMmSYuA02MPYfs78_liUIASs9ulTn2zDN3J8hcvp2lNk-3_KsFNF89DFV3r-XMME7UnyljQQcbE2N54tyEwJXO3kRgXUNY0l2POWCbFWEks9-uM0ve47B6RWg89Tyi_4lX2ihReOWO8bBl5RI7rPIK0/w472-h640/ShittyKitty.JPG" width="472" /></a></div><br /><p></p><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">All I'm saying is... I'd rather regret the things I've done than regret the things I haven't done. Amirite?</span></span><div><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">PeeEss - bet you checked @ShiteyKitteh's IG didn't you?</span></span></div><div><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="line-height: 107%;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNba_fx9bXvZcdHxAs3UR1DKbzrbRgDMcPm7F-abmMvsjgw-X-oRTwIYOtCM9ej6kywhH2XMoqheGDkrwP-lSpJ_hEWNKCgp7THgUxcsl52O-G7D_dQB455LFbSAHB1QdOr0uQ-MOJQY6_Ldf-cwJopV3XEnYP877gULS9uU4to3yH3_ap-AhJUUvD/s1024/Diary%20Signature%20Meme%20looks%20can%20be%20deceiving.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="250" data-original-width="1024" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNba_fx9bXvZcdHxAs3UR1DKbzrbRgDMcPm7F-abmMvsjgw-X-oRTwIYOtCM9ej6kywhH2XMoqheGDkrwP-lSpJ_hEWNKCgp7THgUxcsl52O-G7D_dQB455LFbSAHB1QdOr0uQ-MOJQY6_Ldf-cwJopV3XEnYP877gULS9uU4to3yH3_ap-AhJUUvD/w640-h156/Diary%20Signature%20Meme%20looks%20can%20be%20deceiving.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/stores/Kimberley-Koz/author/B007HMROWG?ref=ap_rdr&store_ref=ap_rdr&isDramIntegrated=true&shoppingPortalEnabled=true" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="250" data-original-width="1024" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz5Kr0tM-RNYs0QXzrCo6Z7Qq8W3JPe4E3NOpuRpjUXYUL-Z6ChkKK8buw2Z8SQjc9WQh7mCZODBSi9ql0OL3XmOJtCRZD1i6TBeuVBcfc9_swZ0l8gfifTrPus4zQBca8XT0mAvsv973-2WxC1ZXyrL4LraeQ3Smw0TT743VyKMXG81nLtmhZs0mI/w640-h156/Kimberley%20Koz%20Author%20Page%20invitation%20signature%20meme.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /></div><div><span style="line-height: 107%;"><br />
<!--[endif]--></span></div>Adorapurrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16957810621526541485noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2430513703845763567.post-76181046732202318502023-05-30T12:43:00.004-05:002023-05-30T12:47:55.953-05:00How We Spent Our Memorial Day Weekend<p><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; text-indent: 0in;"></span></p><br><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; text-indent: 0in;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; text-indent: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjypTg0vjnSORBSLXyyuLvAQ20FOCXGjUZxW8oFMkn4JWMPB6Ebb3_wQrby0tN0ZpLy3MnVfunfhA-hK6U9mfB_t-fYCktkntDdc-2OSC-sTYDyaqSCfm4696nTx-o0OlzsvQdwjiBtPMhweRmkK6fVZVAle01dm_jhrHr5Wu6BTwk4QA9meCg0zvET/s1000/TUESDAYS%20WITH%20DORI%20CARTOON%20%20-%20beach%20cabana.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjypTg0vjnSORBSLXyyuLvAQ20FOCXGjUZxW8oFMkn4JWMPB6Ebb3_wQrby0tN0ZpLy3MnVfunfhA-hK6U9mfB_t-fYCktkntDdc-2OSC-sTYDyaqSCfm4696nTx-o0OlzsvQdwjiBtPMhweRmkK6fVZVAle01dm_jhrHr5Wu6BTwk4QA9meCg0zvET/s320/TUESDAYS%20WITH%20DORI%20CARTOON%20%20-%20beach%20cabana.png" width="320"></a></div>Dearest Friends, We hope yoo are in the process of
recovering from a long, fun-filled holiday weekend, and didn’t overindulge in
too many hot dogs slathered with mustard and catsup with extra relish and
potato salad on the side. With chips and Coca Cola. And blueberry pie. Never
skip the pie.</span></div></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Momma bought us a can of shredded
crabmeat to celebrate, but only Wabbit seemed to like it. If she had bothered
to text me I could’ve saved her three dollars by telling her to spend the money
wisely on Churus.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Anyway, we had a very exciting weekend
and … wait for it… all because Momma took Chevy and Nikolas to see Dr. Feelgood
on Thursday. I know, good things normally don’t come from being crammed into a
pet carrier and driven to the ends of the earth, only to be poked and prodded by
a stranger who smells like dogs and foreign cats. But Thursday was a rare
exception.<span></span></span></p><a href="https://www.wonderpurr.com/2023/05/how-we-spent-our-memorial-day-weekend.html#more">CLICK HERE TO READ MORE =^..^=»</a>Adorapurrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16957810621526541485noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2430513703845763567.post-8527550180778584042023-05-25T10:39:00.005-05:002023-05-25T10:39:51.428-05:00Wonderpurr Gift Ideas for Cat Daddy's Day<p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_AVke9mcHKlu0rXVK4F7tyDtYVfSs9a5atHqQcsTyvTFuFDlOVT6T6H3yf3BVJ5hGM-HPFUBBK6Q8gkay6Wpzjs-BW1uvMv7tFH70hOl8cZYa-o89QqJXzXs0sGNLAWwy_g3tuKF8hwJOmpzjUPc9k0m0_Sck2k2uV71XNEtNzi_krL0FqyFiASK-/s1000/ELLY.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_AVke9mcHKlu0rXVK4F7tyDtYVfSs9a5atHqQcsTyvTFuFDlOVT6T6H3yf3BVJ5hGM-HPFUBBK6Q8gkay6Wpzjs-BW1uvMv7tFH70hOl8cZYa-o89QqJXzXs0sGNLAWwy_g3tuKF8hwJOmpzjUPc9k0m0_Sck2k2uV71XNEtNzi_krL0FqyFiASK-/s320/ELLY.png" width="320" /></a></div><br />Hi Frens, it's me, Elly. True, I don't get much facetime on It's a Wonderpurr Life what with Dori kinda hogging the attention... like always... don't get me started.<p></p><p>Anyway! I'm here to show you what I bought my Daddy for Cat Daddy's Day. It's a purrsonalized coffee mug with me lying exactly on his back like I do evfurry night. Daddy is my favorite. And I'm his favorite! So I wanted to get him something that he would love. ME!</p><p>Kittenfy.com is all about cats and their hoomons. You can buy mugs with up to five cats on them, designed to look like your own kittehs. And you can put their names on them. You can choose the color of skin and hair and add a beard on the hoo-dad if you want. </p><p>There are mugs for all occasions. Plus tee shirts and tote bags and pillows and iPhone cases, and even ornaments. And you design each one to look exactly how your loved ones look in purrson!</p><p>If you click below - or even on the sidebar - you will automatically get 10 purrcent off your order. </p><p>Kittenfy.com also is generous about giving you money back for sharing their codes. So this is a really great gift idea. Not only for Cat Daddy's Day, but also for all occasions, or with just phrases like:</p><p style="text-align: center;">Proud Cat Mother of... </p><p style="text-align: center;">Cat Mother Coffee Lover</p><p style="text-align: center;">Yes, I'm the Crazy Cat Lady</p><p style="text-align: center;">I Don't Need An Alarm, I Have a Cat</p><p style="text-align: center;">Every Day is Caturday</p><p>There are bunches of phrases to pick from. So don't delay. Cat Daddy's Day is three weeks away! </p><p>Be sure to click our code link on the image below or on our sidebar so we can get credits toward future orders. </p><p>Now go off and have a Wonderpurr Day!</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://loox.io/z/EOa9UwqB2" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikurv8MUaZShzYBqMYc1G4uAMm7dIEly8mQsaiWJy9OFOiBnMppcLl806uNx4H2wLk7aCc-8XqVvw4lZ66D021oPNl9cDpq-0z5ciGCDjc6bPtA-g1ms7fSec6Scb7MvSLiLFfyLDkq5cfinAUFGP_g0OaPrzyWr-1H9riOTDprx74A-Ue987RhtT4/w640-h640/Kittenfy.com.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Adorapurrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16957810621526541485noreply@blogger.com7