Pawdicure Blues

I don't get it. These humans obviously value long fingernails. Granny is always manicuring and polishing hers. So then why do they clip my claws? Don't they know that a security guard mancat needs his weapons of mass destruction? How am I supposed to subdue an intruder with short stubby nails? How am I supposed to catch lunch? Just because I walked on Mommy's face and clawed her eyelid is no reason to punish me. I didn't do it on purpose. I'll show them though.
Next time she can kill her own bugs.

My Job as Security Guard

Like all cats I occupy many roles. My main job lately has been that of night security guard. Since Grampy died it is my job to guard the apartment aganst all enemies foreign and domestic. Each
night I make hourly patrols to make sure no lizards, mice, burglars or other cats have invaded our territory. Then I hunt down and kill all bugs. Finally, when the boomies and flashing lights are going on, I sit in the window and meow at the storm. I tell it to stay outside and not hurt my people. All this work is exhausting, though, so when daylight comes I curl up for a long nap. I take my job seriously and need to be fresh for the next night. A guard kitty's work is never done.....

R.I.P. Stormie

Our hearts are breaking,
Our eyes are leaking.
We love you, Stormie.
Rest in peace, our furry friend.

Swap N Tails 2

I'm so excited. I got a package all the way from Canada. It was from my Swap N' Tails buddy,
Kellie the Orange Cat and her mom, Shelly.My presents came wrapped in a little red bag with .a green fabric ribbon. I like that ribbon. I got Temptations, mice, a nip pillow, a yellow ball and a fevver ball. I never had a fevver ball before. I love everything.
Mommy got some nice presents, too. She got box of matches with a kitty on it. When the matches are gone the box becomes a placque. She got some gum, a yellow photo album and a souvenir magnet. She loved her gifts, too.
Thank you Kellie and Shelly.

Help Thy Neighbor

An eldely man in Hartford was hit by a car. As he lay in the street, bleeding, cars swerved around him and pedestrians kept on walking. No one stopped to help. It makes us ashamed to be from Connecticut.
Florida has its faults,but at least down here, if someone is sick or hurt, people will stop to help. If television stations or newspapers feature stories on people or animals in need, donors will step forward. It's a pleasant change.
On this, the 64th anniversary of D-Day, we should pause and think what would have happend all those years ago if no one had volunteered to help.....
Purr, Muffy