Thank You My Friends

My friends – everyone here at the Hotel Thompson wants to take the time today to say thank you.  Anytime you lose a member of your household, you feel lost and out of sorts.  YOU my friends have helped us with this grieving period through your sweet comments, cards, emails and phone calls.  There are times that we still get ready for bed at night and we call for Mouse Girl without thinking… we give our treats and get enough for her without thinking… there are so many things that we have done for over the years that included Mouse Girl that it’s hard to let it go overnight.  Today, we wanted to share a few things about our Girl in hopes that everyone sees what a special gal she was and still is watching over us.

In early 2008, Hemi’s brother Tybee passed away.  We had gotten Hemi and Tybee from a shelter when they were only 3 weeks old.  We brought them to the doctor, had them tested and bottle fed them until six weeks.  Fast forward three years and Tybee got sick.  We found out that Tybee had feline leukemia and all the testing we originally done was too early for that disease to show.   When he crossed the Rainbow Bridge, not only were we devastated but so was Hemi.  He would through a mourning period as well and wouldn’t eat, at times he wouldn’t sleep and he meowed for his brother.  In speaking with the vet, they suggested we get Hemi another friend since at that time we didn’t have any other anipals in the house.

I called a local animal shelter and made arrangements to meet a Maine Coon named Belinda.  We me and Jim got the shelter, Belinda wanted absolutely.nothing.to.do.with.me.  Can you believe that?  There was just no ‘click’.  However where Jim was standing, there was another Maine Coon that was determined to get Jim’s attention.  She was meowing to him and grabbing at his arm/shoulder through the crate she was housed.

Every time Jim would walk away, she would cry louder for him to return.  I walked over to her crate and she was trying to reach out for me.  We then got to hold her.  It was like coming home – she felt like she had always been in our arms.  She purred and jumped from me to Jim.  It’s true what they say – cats pick their own staff.

But there were other signs that this particular cat was ‘the one’ to adopt.  When I went to complete the paperwork, I found out this princess’s name was Mouse Girl and that she was born the same that my dad had passed away.

Of course, we considered these all “signs” that we were doing the right thing.  And upon getting Mouse Girl home, it was like she had been there for years.  She knew exactly where the litter boxes were, where the food/water was and where we slept.  It was quite strange.

And Hemi went right up to her, purred and started bathing her.  Two cats that had never met but seemed like they had known each other for years.  What are the odds of that?

They quickly became close buds and even drank from the fountain together – because you know a ‘bowl’ of water is just too common for them – LOL.

Life went on and although other anipals came to live here at the Hotel Thompson – Bacon and Houdini – Mouse Girl who was affectionately known to us as OMG (Oh Mouse Girl) was our girl… our princess… our baby because she was the only girl for all of these years

And although she was very loving to the other anipals, it took her time to adjust to me and Jim.  Not knowing her past history of when and how she came to the shelter, we picked up real quick that she didn’t trust very easily.  But me and Jim stood fast, gave her love and let her adjust according to her schedule.

It took her almost a solid year but she finally started coming to bed with us at night and sleeping at my feet.  And then she would come up to you and touch you with her hand as if to say, “Pet me.”

She was a big girl too which Maine Coons often are.  At her prime, she was well over 20 pounds; however, she never pushed her weight around.  If Hemi, Bacon or Houdini came up to her to play, she played.  And although there were times the boys got on her nerves and she had to do was sit on them, she didn’t.  They would squabble on one paw and then all of them would cuddle up together and sleep.

So to our beautiful OMG.  We ❤ you with all of our hearts and we thank YOU for picking us as your staff.  You will never be forgotten.

12/19/2008 – 05/08/2016

 

So Much Sorrow

We here at the Hotel Thompson have some very sad news to share today my friends.  It is with such sorrow that we share the news that Mouse Girl (affectionately know here as OMG – oh Mouse Girl) passed away yesterday on Mother’s Day and is now over the Rainbow Bridge.

Mouse Girl was 10 years old and she picked us to live with 8 years ago at a local shelter.  She brought so much happiness and laughter to our house.  Mouse Girl was a Maine Coon kitty, was very shy to peeps she didn’t know and will so greatly be missed.

Her passing was sudden, she had not been showing any signs of being sick at all.  But things change so quickly and suddenly she is gone.  Bare with us our friends as we grieve here at the Hotel Thompson. We will be posting replies and back to visiting blogs soon. ♥  We appreciate all of the emails, messages, posts and phone calls.  Friends like you ROCK!

 

Mouse Girl – A Story of Kitty Spa

There comes a time in every little purr things life that she has to go to what mom refers to as the “Kitty Spa”.  I find this totally fascinating.  Mouse Girl, the purr thing here at the Hotel Thompson, is a girly girl.  We all know that.  Mommy washes me and the other purr thing here, Hemi, with no problems.  But, mommy says that Mouse Girl is different.  How so?!

Well, it might have to do with Mouse Girl being a Maine Coon kitty.  If you didn’t know, Maine Coon kitties are big… like really big.  Mouse Girl is almost the same size as moi.  Does that tell you anything in size?  And, it might have to do something with the fact that mom tells daddy that Mouse Girl has a  wicked back kick?  Apparently Mouse Girl thought to bring out some of her ninja skills this weekend when mom attempted to bathe her in the kitchen sink.  When I tell you that the kick took mom’s breathe away, it’s not just something that I’m saying.  Mouse Girl literally back kicked mommy in the chest.  After daddy stopped laughing, mom kicked daddy in the ankle to show him how it felt.  Yeah, my humans are weird like that.

So, back to the size of Mouse Girl.  If you ever came into the Hotel Thompson, you would never see her.  She’s not overly friendly with people that she doesn’t know.  I think it all stems from her days at the shelter.  You see mom/dad adopted her from a shelter.  They went to look for a kitty friend for Hemi after his brother Tybee passed away. (Both of them were also adopted from the shelter.)  When they were looking at the kitties, Mouse Girl *picked* mommy and daddy and decided she was coming home with them that day to her forever home.  That’s how she came to be with us here at the Hotel Thompson.

A lot of people that visit the Hotel Thompson, don’t even know she’s here.  But I got a great picture of her this weekend.  She’s a big kitty – a handful I might add.  Mommy thought well if she wouldn’t let her groom her, she would take her to the kitty spa.

So, let me get this straight.  She back kicks mom, won’t let her groom her so she gets awarded by going to the kitty spa?  Mom, what are you thinking?  I just shook my piggy head in disbelief.  Hemi was the same way.  It just goes to figure since Mouse Girl is such a girlie girl.

I have to ask.  Mommy never really explained it to me.  Mouse Girl was gone for several hours at this kitty spa.  What the heck is a kitty spa?  All I have are pictures like this in my head:

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Please tell me I’m wrong.  Really?  Mani, Pedi, wash, bubble bath, massages AND sauna treatments.  Hair up in curlers – please, please tell me I’m dreaming and this is all really just a piggy nightmare!

Then, the telephone rung and it was the kitty spa saying that Mouse Girl was done.  Done?  Done what?  I have to admit that I was intrigued as to what she was going to look like upon her return.  Mom/dad went and picked her up and opened her crate door in the front room.  The first thing me and Hemi did was smell her.  She smelled like baby powder.  Eeww – how girly.  Then she came sashaying out of her kennel.  She looked so relaxed, different but the same, and she was all smiling.  Yep, she was actually smiling with happiness.  She’s content.  She didn’t try to run away.  She walked through the house like she owned it and jumped on the bed for a nap.  I was able to click this picture of her.

WOW – she was even nice to me and Hemi for a change.  Personally, I think she needs to go to this kitty spa thing more often.  I’m going to make her another appointment next weekend.  If she comes home all this nice and not so moody, it will so be worth it!

 

Greetings from Princess Mouse Girl

Hi everyone. My name is Princess Mouse Girl. I am one of the purr things here at the Hotel Thompson. Bacon has his hands full right now with Bashful and asked me to step in today. That took a lot for that little pig to ask for help. I’m honored. And trust me, I won’t let him forget that he had to ask *me* for help – purr wink.

Mom took this picture of me not too long ago. I know you want to rub my furry belly, don’t you? Dad says it looks like I have go-go boots on my bottom feet. I am 20 pounds of cuteness all rolled up in furry heaven.

I thought I would take this opportunity to tell you something about myself. I’m the only girl at the hotel besides mom. Yes, with all of these boys it does make it hard on me sometimes. They like to be rough and run. I’m strictly a girly cat. I like my spa time – I like to get pampered, carried, held and brushed.

I am what they refer to as a Maine Coon cat. Maine Coons run a little bit bigger in size and are known for our bushy tails – you can almost see mine at the bottom of the picture.

Mom and dad adopted me from the shelter on December 19, 2010. Hemi had just lost his brother that summer and was taking it really hard. Mom and dad was trying everything to get him to cheer back up and it wasn’t working. They spoke to Hemi’s catatrician and she suggested getting him a new friend.

Mom looked everywhere and found a shelter that was going to be in our area over that weekend. Mom even found a kitty she wanted to look at when they went and completed all of the adoption paperwork before hand. When they went to the shelter, the kitty they wanted to see didn’t want anything to do with mom. Weird huh? And mom’s a loveable kind of gal. But that’s okay – I saw the opportunity and seized it!

I was in a corner cage minding my business when I saw mom and dad walk into the shelter. While mom went to look at the other kitty, dad was just standing beside my cage. I did what any kitty has to do to get noticed. I reached through the bars and touched daddy’s arm. It scared him at first but it did the trick. He noticed and petted me a little through the bars. He started to walk away and I wasn’t going to have that! I started meowing and purring like there was no tomorrow. That got his attention again and he came back to me. Everytime he left my play pen area, I would make noise to get him back.

I got so loud at times, other people started noticing. I mean think about it, I was going home that day. I had picked out my humans and it was the matter of getting them to accept me now. Finally mom came over. I think I had her at meow. They decided then and there that I was the one. Mom went to do the paperwork and that’s when she found out my name, Mouse Girl. Since mom likes that little mouse that wears the white gloves so much, she thought it was meant to be with Mouse being in my name.

I went home that day to the Hotel Thompson and I’ve never looked back. As soon as Hemi saw me, we started playing together. He chirped up and mom and dad had their old Hemi back. We’ve been family every since.

So, there you go. Everything you wanted to know about the wonderful Princess Mouse Girl. Hope you have a puurrrfectly wonderful weekend everyone – Kisses – Mouse

 

I KNEW IT – Cats Are Attempting to Take Over the World

I know it’s kind of a dark picture.  I couldn’t get my hooves to work the right way with the camera the other night.  These are the purr things at the Hotel Thompson – Hemi and Mouse Girl.  Hemi is the orange one on top of the couch and princess Mouse Girl is the black/white one on the lower part of the couch.

This is how we all usually end up at the end of the day.  The purr things on the big couch with daddy and I’m on my couch with mommy.  Not that we purposely separate or anything – it’s just how it ends up.  We all have our *spots* as you would say.

Don’t let those cute, adorable, sleeping purr things fool you though.  They have evil in them.  No offense to any of my purr friends here.  But I know.  I secretly know that you are attempting to take over the world.  It’s as simple as that.  And maybe – just maybe – I will let you as long as you let me be your side kick… and you let me wear a cape – wink!

I learned all of this information the other day.  You’re wondering what brought me to this realization.  I  found it.  I found the purr things manual.  They strategically placed it in the house.  Dad actually picked it up.  It almost burned in his hands – snort.

Uh huh – it all makes sense now in this book “How to Tell if Your Cat is Plotting to Kill You.” 

Cats – ya’ll have a wicked sense of humor!  It reminds me of someone I know.  So I’m thinking this post should be a public announcement on the warning of these beautiful creatures.  – Enjoy – XOXO – Bacon

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dinner is Served…or was Served

This is me last night during dinner.  Momma says, “You wanna eat?” and I’m there with bells on.  I don’t play around when it comes to food.  Every night, I get piggy pellets, salad mix, tomatoes and carrots.  Sometimes dad throws in sliced cucumbers – yum.  And it has to be served in my piggy plate.  I’m spoiled like that.  I eat what I love last so that means all of the salad, tomatoes and carrots have to come out.  I eat the piggy pellets first and then go back.  I don’t have to worry about the purr things eating any of my food – they don’t like salads.  They’re one of my staples. 

 

After I get done eating, I go potty and then sometimes I will play with the purr things and other times I settle with mommy for snuggle time.  Last night, the purr things were waiting for me to come back and play.  They’re great company.  The orange one on the floor, that’s Hemi.  He’s a Hemingway cat that has extra toes.  Believe me, you can tell he has extra toes when he slaps you on the fanny!  The black one on the couch, that’s Mouse Girl – Mouse for short.  She’s a Maine Coon cat.  She looks big and mean but she’s a pussy cat.  LOL – gotta go play now.  Take care my friends!!