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Welcome my friends to SPOTLIGHT THURSDAY. This is the time that I will introduce you to one of my fellow anipals so you can get to know them better. Some of them, you may already know. We hope that you enjoy this series!
Age: 3.5 years
Location: Southeast Virginia
Web/Blog Page: http://www.thesedaysofmine.com/
What were your first thoughts when you met your new parents? My parents discovered me behind their business when I was around 2 months old. My dad saw me first. I was shivering and thin, and I just wound myself around his ankles and meowed at him. He doesn’t know too much about kitties, so he was afraid to try to pick me up. He called my mom on her cell phone (she was inside the building), and she came outside. When she saw me, she immediately reached down and picked me up. She could tell I was friendly – and scared. She cuddled me and talked sweetly to me. I fell in love with both of them immediately.
What was the defining moment when you knew you were in your forever home? I just knew from the beginning. They tried to determine if I belonged to someone: they put up flyers, called the vets’ offices and the animal shelters. But, the entire time, they were loving me and taking care of me. After a few days, they decided that I was theirs and took me to the vet to be checked. Thankfully, I got a clean bill of health!
What has been your biggest “Oh no, now I’ve done it” moment so far in your home? Well, I have completely shredded all the office furniture….(used to be) nice leather chairs…. thankfully, my parents haven’t punished me. And yes, they bought me a nice scratching post. But I still like the chairs. Oh, and if anyone leaves the bathroom door open, I play in the toilet and then leave paw prints all over EVERYTHING.
Who do you have wrapped around your paws more – mom or dad – and why? Paws down, that would be my dad. And here’s why: I came to be their shop kitty in August, 2013. A few weeks later, my dad’s father became ill and passed away. My dad still came to the shop everyday during the time, but sometimes, he wouldn’t really work. He’d sit in the office at his desk, and I could tell he really needed me. So I would climb up on his chest and lie there and just be there for him. Our picture was even in the local newspaper (my mom sent it in). I still lie on his chest sometimes, but I’m much bigger and heavier than I was then, so it’s not quite as comfortable for him. But he still likes for me to do it.
What’s the biggest misconception that humans think about you? When new customers come to their shop, they don’t realize that I am really the boss there. My mom even bought a plaque for me that says: “Boss Lady”.
Hope you enjoyed meeting my friend – check back next week for another Spotlight edition!
Welcome my friends to my Bacon’s Tales of Terror. Today, I have another true story. Something that happened to my mom that I want to share with you. Are you ready? Do you think you can stand the chills and bumps? Here’s my hoof if you need to hold it sweet friends.
Do you remember several months when we had the awful news that Mouse Girl had passed away here at the Hotel Thompson? You can read about it here. This happened so out of the blue. Mouse Girl was fine and then she was not. The day that mom/dad came home from the vet’s office, they were both just torn apart. Mom had called Fozziemom and they were talking about what happened. This is where it gets weird and strange. During their conversation, I was in the front room with mom along with Houdini and Hemi. There was a kitty that started meowing out of the blue. It was so strong and so loud that even Fozziemom heard it and asked about it. Mom was looking straight at Hemi and it was not him. The meow was strong and loud – like an adult kitty. Everyone was bewildered.
Mom went to the front door and looked outside. On the porch she saw a kitty perhaps just a couple of weeks old and the strong meowing was coming from that kitty. Mom told Fozziemom she was going to investigate and would call her back. Mom went straight outside perhaps only a couple of minutes went by from mom seeing the kitty, hanging up and going outside. That’s when she found it – nothing. No kitty. Nada. Not even a trace. What the heck?!
Our neighbor Big Daddy was sitting out front. Mom asked him if (A) he heard it or (B) he saw it. He saw and heard nothing which was odd because the kitty was right there. Mom then asked the kids that were playing in front of the house if they heard or saw the kitty. Nope. This kitty was gone in less than 60 seconds – vanished. Mom searched around the front yard, around the bushes and nothing.
The kitty has never been seen or heard again since this date. Now is that weird or what? Was it Mouse Girl saying goodbye? Thoughts?
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
Theodor Seuss Geisel (3/02/1904 – 09/24/1991)
One of my favorite things about Dr. Seuss is that he’s different. And isn’t that great? We are all different in every way. That is what makes us special in each of our own ways. We can stand out and be us. Whether you bark, meow, oink, slither or squawk, let’s all give Dr. Seuss a HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Now I’m off to see daddy. Daddy absolutely ❤ Green Eggs and Ham. He actually knows it by heart. I’m going to see if he will read it to me. He makes the best animations when he tells it to me – happy day my friends!
Evil purrs and meows friends – the little oinker left his blog page up again so here I am. The King of the Hotel Thompson. The one in charge. The one that rocks this Hotel and keeps everyone in their place. Sir Hemi – you may call me your majesty – purrs.
The little pig left his administrative page up so I thought I would have a little fun with him and mom. It seems these days, if you find mom here, you find the pig and vice versa. In fact, some days the pig is worse than the dog and sticks to mom like glue. You should see him following her around our humble abode snorting and oinking like he’s in charge. It’s utterly ridiculous. Us cats are regal and would never humble ourselves to that kind of activity.
But since mom and the pig are inseparable – rolls kitty eyes – I thought I would have fun with them. I turned mommy into a piggy and Bacon into well – moi. I love the changes – what about you? Maybe this will teach the oinker from not leaving his blog up and unattended 🙂