Yikes, There's a Tree in My Living Room !

Hi Efurryone. About three days ago a tree suddenly appeared in MY living room. I don't like it. It's sitting on MY green plastic table and taking up space against MY wall.It belonged to Mommy's parents.She always said that she wouldn't have a tree when she was on her own. But the decorations all around town made her think of happy memories with her people. So three days ago she dragged the pathetic bush out. It has lights, candy canes and about three ornaments on it. I could headbutt the thing; it'd probably fall over.
Mommy said that ignoring holdays sometimes makes them worse. She smiles sometimes when she looks at the tree. I say the thing is cluttering up my living room.Even if it did come with a new fevver wand for me. Tomorrow she's going to work... I could play with my toy and accidently....

Farewell, My Friend

Mommy Tracy here. Thursday we lost a very special friend, Princess Curlypants. She was a sweet, gentle lamb of a cat, who, like all Cornish rexes, had no difficulty makng her wishes known. She was devoted to her late brother, Caesar, and her human family- Rosmary,Rex,Christabelle and Blizzie. Prinnie also served as mentor and big sister to Pierro. She took her job of keeping the little squirt in line very seriously!
Prinnie died peacefully and is now playing with Caesar at the Rainbow Bridge.My heart aches for her human family.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

My First Hanukkah

Shalom. I never lived with a Jewish person before, so this was my first Hanukkah. This is what happened: First Mommy took the stone candelabra and put candles in it. Then she lit the candles and chanted a prayer over them in a funny language. Every night for eight nights she'll light another candle. Every night we'll get anther gift. I got treats last night,and tonight, a ball.
Tonight she fried up some potato pancakes. Then the kitchen and living room filled with smoke. The round box on the ceiling started to go eee-eee. I didn't like that at all. Mommy ran around putting on the air blower and the rotating monster thing. Then I ran into the bedroom because that metal thing may eat me.
When things calmed down we had dinner. Jewish people sure celebrate in a weird way.

-Raja

We Have A New Name

Ladies and Gentlemen,
I am proud to announce that the Fat Cat Muffin blog is now called Muffin & RAJA! How cool is that? I have a new home, a loving mommy and my own blog! I can't wait to start posting more often. Our URL is the same and our handle, Muffinmidi, is the same. Oh, and the guinea pig will still butt in from time to time.(Yes Mommy, I know that wasn't nice.) So stop buy and say hi!
-Raja

The Power of the Paw

Hi Efurryone. It's me, Raja. I'm taking MY blog back from the furry twerp. Mommy and I are making progress. I still don't like being picked up, but I'm getting use to being hugged. I'm glad Mommy wants a closer relationship. I've always loved her...

Adjusting to a new human is hard. I was so glad to be rescued from the shelter that I ran around like a tornado for the first two weeks, trying to prove how playful and kittenish I was. Whew. I'm glad I don't have to do that anymore. Then it was like Mommy and I were roommates. We did our own thing, but I got petted a lot so it was okay. I spent a lot of time outdoors. Now I still go out a lot, but I like to come in and sit by Mommy. She wraps her body around me and pets me and I purr. I finally got up the nerve to jump up on the couch by her. I'm slowly edging closer. Maybe soon I'll find the courage to crawl onto her lap....

I also like it when she talks to me. She did a report on Columbus for her job and read me parts of it. He may have a day named after him, but he wasn't a very nice man. He got greedy and tortured the Native tribes in the West Indies.. I don't like people who are mean. What was interesting was the recent DNA research done on his bones. His body was moved many times. Some of his bones are in Spain, while others may be in the Dominican Republic....

That's all for now. I'll try to post more often.

Raja

The Guinea Pig Speaks

Hi effuryone. First of all we want to thank everyone for their posts on Muffin's Gotcha Day. Mommy read them and her eyes got all leaky. She misses Muffy so much. So do I.

I want to respond to a few things Raja (aka Princess Kitty) said about me in her next-to-last post. First of all, I do so know what a movie is. Mommy and I watch them all the time. Raja could too, if she wasn't out catting around. Second, Ms. Pukey-Wookie can't blame me if she hurls. Instead of taking a gentle nibble of kibble she wolfs down the whole bowl. At least one a week she throws it back up. Then she re-eats it. Disgusting.

Finally, I think she's just jealous that Mommy holds me. Mommy would hold her too, but she hates being picked up. Mommy thinks this is because someone picked her up,shoved her into a carrier and dumped her at the shelter. Mmmy is being very patient with her. She's an affectinate cat, but traumatized, blah,blah, blah.Hey, we all have our hang-ups.
Thank you for listening.

Squeak,squeak, purrr.
Midi

In Memory

Today would have been Muffin's 14th Gotcha Day. It was an honor and a privilege to be your mother. I miss you so much.

A Movie Starring Guinea Pigs

SQUEEEEE!!!!!!!!

Mommy went to see G-Force, a movie featuring twenty-foot high 3-D guinea pigs. There were four piggies. They were secret agents trained by the government to shoot, do martial arts, dance and operate all sorts of technical gadgets.

Mommy is beside herself. All I've heard is how cute they were. She keeps dancing around with Midi, telling her about the film. Like the little furball knows what a movie is. I'm sick of hearing how cuddly-wuddly guinea piggy-wiggys are.Blah, blah, blah.

Sheesh, it was just a movie lady. Get over it. And if you don't stop talking baby talk to Midi -Widdy I'm going to pukey-wookie.

My New House

Raja here. I thought everyone would like to hear about our new house. We live in a white stucco bungalow with a peaked roof. There are four steps leading up to the front door. The door opens into the living room, which culminates in a large closet. To the right of the door is the kitchen and behind that are a closet that Mommy uses as a bookcase, and the litterbox room. Mommy and I have to share the litterbox room. I don't really like that. Behind the litterbox room is the bedroom. We all sleep in there. The rest of the house belongs to another family.

We als have a yard, which I love. There are huge bushes to sit under or climb, cool places to sleep, and lots of wildlife to hunt. Plus I can visit the neighbors. They aren't home so no one bothers me.Mommy worries when I go out, but it's boring being inside all the time. We live on a quiet street and I'm careful.

Our house is hot, so Mommy runs either the wall blower or that caged monster. I hiss at the monster to let it know who's boss.

Take care,
Raja

Things Heard Around The House :

Hi! First of all , Mommy and I want to thank everyone for their concern. She's doing better. It's just hard for her, losing her mother and Muffy. I can understand that. I'm on my third hooman. It hurts to lose ones that you love. That's why I want to keep this one. Besides, she gives good scritches.

Anyway, here are five things heard around my house last week:

- "Raja, bugs aren't toys. Stop bringing them into the house to play with."

-"Who knocked over the tv antenna?"

-"These plastic bags were neatly stacked on the kitchen floor. Now they're all over the place.
Care to explain ?"

- "Midi, must you kick woodchips all over the place?"

- "Raja, plese get your tail out of my plate."

Take care,
Raja

Nighttime Thoughts

Tracy: July 1 was the six month anniversary of my mother's death. It's been rough, but I've managed, with the help of friends, co-workers, my pets and God, to survive. No matter what the future holds, that has to count for something, right?

Raja: Well at least she's not crying or pacing. I wish Mommy would go to sleep so I could do my nighttime routine: stroll along the back of the couch, manicure my claws on the carpet, drink out of the toilet bowl, nap in the bath tub, then jump on her to get petted.

Midi: I don't like i t when Mommy is sad. We cuddle and that makes her feel better. When I have to sleep in my cage I play with my water bottle, dump my pellet dish, kick wood chips ll ve the floor, and if I'm really bored, or the cat is getting too much attention, I shriek!!

Muffin: Used to cuddle; sit in front of the sliding glass doors and meow at the lizards and frogs;
and take a stroll across the coffee table. In the morning we'd find stuff awry and foootprints all over the formica.

Doing the Fagin Chomp

Hi! Yesterday I got in big trouble. I was in bed with Mommy. She was petting me, and giving me scritches, and telling me how beautiful I was. I was purring and purring. Only I guess I got a little over-excited, because the next thing I knew, I was doing the Fagin Chomp on her hand. She yelped and I went flying off the bed. It was only a little nip. I didn't bite down hard enough to do any damage. But boy, was she mad. I hid in the other room for the rest of the night.
I don't think I'll do that again..

-Raja

A New Thing Lives With Us...

A new Thing lives with us and I don't like it one bit. It's silver and lives in a black cage. It has a long black neck and three black feet. It make a zurrr noise. Its head swivels and it blows air. Mommy says that it's our friend, that it it will cool the air while using less electricity than the big wall blower. I say it's a monster that eats kitties. Why else is it's head in a cage? Mommy says tht Midi lives in a cage and she doesn't hurt kitties.... Okay, she has a point. But I still don't like it...
-Raja

Getting Settled

We're finally getting settled in our new house. Mommy is unpacking boxes and putting stuff away.I like empty boxes; they're fun to play in. There's less stuff on the floor, so Midi can run around more. Boy, can that rodent motor. She makes these purring and chut-chut noises too. She's a lot of fun.
Mommy is stil missing Granny and Muffin a lot. Her eyes get leaky and she makes those ee noises still. But she finally closed down the old apartment and put the remaining stuff in storage. That means she has more time to spend with us. It also means she is a little less sad.
I'll write more next time.

Raja

Mommy's Day

Last week I started calling the Lady mommy. It just slipped out. At first I thought I did something wrong, as her eyes got all leaky and she made that high-pitched eee sound. But she picked me up and hugged me and told me that she loves me, too. That made me so happy.
Today I wanted to show her how much I loved her. I brought her in this huge bug. It had six legs, wings and long wavy antennas. She was so happy that she screamed. But I don't know why she stepped on my nice present. Humans are strange sometimes...

Raja

Purraying for the Sherwoods

It's hard to imagine the agony ML is going through unless you've been there with a parent,child or spouse. We're so happy that this picture is history and Charley is on his way home. He has a rough road ahead of him. It'll be a rollercoaster for ML, too. They need our love ad prayers.

More News from Raja

Hi ! I thought I'd continue the story of my first days in my new ((sigh)) home. Ths is what I wrote in my journal:
The Lady is a messy housekeeper. This is a fun place, though. There are boxes to climb on and cupboards to climb into. I can race all around the place and it's okay!! And there are nice sliding glass doors to birdwatch out of. A few days ago I snuck out, but the Lady didn't get mad. I always allowed out before at my other houses. I know how to take care of myself.
I climbed the crepe myrtle tree in our yard. It was pretty bare of leaves, so I could survey my kingdom. I also was admired by the neighbors. A girl likes to hear nice things about her appearence. One lady even snuck me some food.
The Lady is real nice, even though she wishes I wouldn't go out so much. She pets me all the time and I purr. I love to purr. I think of her as Mommy, but I haven't got the nerve to call her that yet. I think I'm going to like it here.

Raja

Message for Muffin

Muffy,

Mommy loves you and misses you so much. You have my whole heart and always will. Please don't be upset about Raja. Midi and I were lonely without you and Granny. I decided to give a needy cat a home. She'll never replace you. I like having a cat to take care of, that's all. This is still your blog. I may change the name slightly, but that's all. I'm still going to post about you, my

big cuddly boy.

Love,

Mommy

Raja Speaks!!!

Hi efurryone. My name is Raja and I'm living with the Lady, Tracy, and the fluffy rodent, Midi. I hope people will read my blog like they read Muffn's. I know I have big paws to fill.
I came to live with the Lady about six weeks ago. I was in my cage ((shudder)) at the local animal shelter when a sad-looking lady with a blue cat carrier came in. I was a little surprised when the tech came and got me. I'd heard the lady asking about orange males and I'm a black and tan tabby with big green eyes. And I am most definately female. But I was carried to another room and dumped on a cold metal table. The lady petted me and I wanted a home so badly that I tried to crawl into the carrier! The tech picked me up and took me back to my cage (sob). They brought in Millie, another tabby who is a shameless flirt. I figued it was all over for me.
Then the next day the sad lady came back!!!! This time I was immediately put into the carrier. She gave the tech twenty-five green papers and we were out the door!!! I was so excited. The Lady and I rode a long retangular metal monster home. She said it was called a bus. The movement was quite soothing. Then we walked the rest of the way. That was bumpy as the Lady had me, a bag of food and a bag of litter to contend with. I was glad when we reached our destination- HOME.
I was s excited thatI raced all over the place, tail in the air, for the first two days. I only stopped long enough to knead the Lady and purr. I'm so happy to belong to someone again.
Until next time,
Raja

Rest in Peace

Hi. It's me, Midi. Mommy decidd to fill everyone in on what has happened. Granny died on New Year's Day. Mommy found her collapsed on the floor. She called 911 and the paramedics tried their best, but it was too late. Granny had suffered a massive heart attack.
The house was full of rescue personnel and men in green (sheriff's deputies). They made Mommy wait outside and I hid in my sack and peeked out occasionally. But Muffin, he saw it all.
It was horrible - Granny lying so still, the strangers walking around and Mommy outside crying.
We all miss Granny, but Muffin ouldn't handle the loss of another of his people. A long-time diabetic, he suffered acute renal failure and passed away on January 7.
Mommy wound up in the hospital after that. I stayed with a neighbor. She was a nice lady.Every time I squeaked she gve me lettuce. Squeak! Squeak!
Mommy is going to get a new kitty. Then we'll all share the blog.
Hope to be back soon.
Midi