Monthly Archives: December 2011

We Survived Christmas!

We made it through the holidays!!!! Oh Purr!!!!

Our normal life here at the cottage is pretty routine. Mommy gets up, feeds us, then gives us our meds, cleans our litter boxes, feeds us, gives us petties, feeds us… you get the idea. Every day is pretty much the same.

Until the holidays.

First came the Christmas tree. Not so bad. It has all sorts of pretty things to paw and bat around. We kitties rather enjoy the Christmas tree. Oh sure, Mommy yells and scats us away from it when she sees us playing. She can’t watch all the time, however, so we got plenty of playtime in before the big day.


When it got close to Christmas, Mommy started going here and there to all the stores. She came in with many bags of stuff. . . human stuff. We looked. It was all for big humans and small humans. No gifts for us.

We aren’t self-centered or anything like that, but were starting to worry that we might not get anything. Then Mommy got us a stocking to hang. One (1) stocking, mind you. There are ten cats here. Hello!!


Soon our one stocking was hung. Mommy got really busy cleaning  the cottage and wrapping presents. She had gotten stockings for her great-granddaughters, too. (They each got their own stocking.) These were soon filled to the brim with goodies for her “baby girls”. Our stocking remained empty.

It calmed down some, and by Christmas morning we thought the regular routine was going to resume. Wrong. Mommy fed us and gave us our meds, like normal.

Then people started showing up, including the “baby girls” who are ages three and seven. We headed for the basement, the bedroom (under the beds), closets; any hiding place we could find was soon full of kitties.

Soon the smell of good food cooking drifted through our hiding places, making us very hungry. We sent Mikey up to scope things out. Both little girls tried to catch him and hug him. They chased Mikey through the cottage.

Mikey ran back to the hiding places and told us it was still not safe to come out.

We waited.

We waiting until we were sure  everyone had gone except Mommy and Daddy. We waited until the only sound was them talking about the day. Then we started to un-hide ourselves.

When we came out, OUR stocking was full of kitty toys and CATNIP!!! Unbelievable!

Mommy fed us and petted us and gave us catnip. We rolled in the catnip and batted our new mousies high in the air.We played chase, running around the cottage at full tilt. 

We played until we were exhausted.


It  was  a good Christmas after all!


~ Amber

1 Comment

Filed under Amber

Merry Christmas!


1 Comment

Filed under Cats

R.I.P. Smudge

Smudge was with us almost exactly 3 months.


Three months were not enough. At least that’s what our hearts are crying out as we mourn his passing. Smudge gave us as much love as we gave him. We all benefited. We miss him and always will.

He arrived as a mere skeleton with fur  stretched over the bones. Our vet said that would never change and it didn’t. His appetite was huge. Each time either of us even appeared to be headed for the kitchen, Smudge would race ahead in order to get there first and beg for more food. He always got it.

One of Smudge’s favorite tricks was to attempt to drink tea from our glasses. Someone in his past must have allowed this, because he gave us the most indignant look when we thwarted his attempt. 

Smudge ‘s favorite sleeping spot was curled next to my husband, just under his chin. Smudge slept there as though it had been his sleeping spot for many years.

He was a “daddy’s boy”. One of his favorite things was to sit in  my husband’s lap and ride with him through the house.


Another was to snuggle in the recliner.


Early this week Smudge started eating less and drinking more water. As the days past we tried every brand of cat food, baby food, anything we could think of that he might eat. Each day he ate less. What worked on Monday failed on Tuesday. What worked at one meal failed at the next. Thursday night he refused everything but water. He was drinking tons of water.

Friday morning he was very weak and refused water.

He didn’t appear to be in pain. He was just very weak. His favorite bed, next to where my husband sits, was where he stayed most of the day.

When he did try to wander, we wrapped him in a blanket and took turns holding him like a baby. He would try to purr. Eventually there were no more purrs. Only his eyes, looking deep into ours. We told him how much we loved him and how much we would miss him. It was a sad good-bye.

We placed him back in his bed, where he remained until his passing.

I buried Smudge next to a wild rose bush near the woods. A young oak grows nearby. He shares that area with other beloved pets who have crossed the Bridge over the years. His time with us was less than theirs. The love was the same.

Run free at the Bridge, Smudge. We will meet you there one day.

~ Kitty Mommy

Leave a comment

Filed under Smudge