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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 🙂
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!
Theodor Seuss Geisel (3/02/1904 – 09/24/1991)
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 does – happy day my friends!
Hemi and Mouse Girl here – you know us – the purr things from the Hotel Thompson. We have tied up the little oinker, thrown him in the closet and are now standing against the door so he can’t come out and catch us on his laptop. Evil meows – okay maybe some of that is not true. But we are on his laptop – 🙂 I mean would *we* hurt that oinker? Nah. Okay maybe slap his butt a couple of times but who’s counting?
This morning me and Mouse Girl were talking and we realized we haven’t pushed our humans around lately. You know what I’m talking about my kitty friends. You know – letting the humans know who really is in charge and it’s not that oinker like he wants everyone to believe. So we came up with a game plan and I was up first. Meow – tighten your seat belts my humans it’s going to be a bumpy morning – purr.
So every morning, mom gets up to get ready for work. I follow her around the Hotel Thompson. What? It’s what I do. That pig can’t have all of the fun with mom. But this morning before she even got OUT of bed, my plan was put into action. I kept getting on mom’s night stand which drives her CRAZY in like 5 seconds flat. Then I changed channels by hitting the remote when the television came on for the news. Then I kept jumping off of mom wanting her to play with me. What? These things were
to piss mommy off to the high heavens just to get a little snuggle time with my mom. Then you know how us kitties like to ‘mark’ things by rubbing up against them? I mean hey we gotta keep doing this because they’re two cats here and everything is mine – sorry Mouse Girl. Mom got on to me because I kept knocking everything off of her vanity. What? You shouldn’t put pretty, shiny small things on there to get my attention. I’m just sayin’. I got done with my careful plan of taking over the Hotel Thompson and tag teamed my partner, Mouse Girl.
Mouse Girl’s plan was to get daddy. She’s good. She has that man wrapped around her paws. Dad gets up and wonders down the hallway like a bear coming out of hibernation. Mouse Girl does what she does best. She weaves in and out of his legs. For a big girl (no offense MG), she’s got some moves. She almost makes dad trip. Then after mom leaves to go to the worky place, dad gets his breakfast together and puts it on the tray in the living room to watch morning television. He goes back into the kitchen to get a drink and Mouse Girl strikes. She jumps like a little ninja onto his tray and starts nibbling at his Cheerios. Score one for the girl. Daddy fusses and gets her down.
Then plan C goes into action. Me and Mouse Girl ‘fight’. We bring out the ninja skills and act like we are killing each other. Of course this is right beside where daddy is trying to have his civilized breakfast. Of course, daddy blows a gasket. Score for the kitties!
Daddy says he can’t take it anymore so he’s going to workout on the treadmill to let out steam. HA PURR! Shake your tails. We did it. Mission accomplished. Daddy goes into the work out room and hits the treadmill. Poor guy.
Afterwards he comes out to find us. Then he fusses. Why? Because we look so innocent – and we are. Really. Sometimes you just have to show the humans who the kitty is 🙂 And nope. Sometimes it’s NOT that pig here at the Hotel Thompson. Of course daddy did rat us out too. He called mom at the worky place and told her about everything. Down side. Bummer.
So purr things UNITE – what have you done lately to show your humans who are in charge?
Hemi here. I don’t know when this little oinker will learn here not to leave his computer logged on – HA! I thought I would Hemi Hi-Jack the oinkers blog and tell you a great story. That’s me in the picture above. Mom and dad adopted me and my brother Tybee in June of 2004, right before they got married. Awesome huh? Instant family of four.
My full name is Hemingway – but everyone calls me Hemi. I’m a polydactyl cat – I have more than the normal toes on my paws. I come from the Hemingway cats in Key West. Cool huh? Trust me, you can ask that pig – I *know* how to use this big paw of mine. I swipe that pig on the butt every chance I get. Shrugs shoulders. It’s what I do – LOL. You don’t think this paw of mine would hurt? You want to see it, don’t you. Okay – here you go for your entertainment. It’s big huh? I told you so.
When mom/dad adopted us, we were three weeks old. Can you see the pattern here? They adopted that pig at three weeks too. The only difference is that he could actually eat food and still does by the bucketfuls – HA! Us on the other paw, we had to be bottled fed. Mom actually took us to her worky place so that she could feed us during the day. It was really awesome.
All of these manly men, bulked and ripped would come into her office to help with our feedings. It was really neat. I took to the bottle really quick. Heck, I could just about hold my baby bottle. Tybee was the opposite. He had to be persuaded and fed his bottle. He was a trooper though.
This is Tybee to the left. He was mom’s little dresser. He let mommy do anything to him. He was actually Santa Tybee in this picture – cute huh? That Christmas, mommy had bought daddy his graduation ring from college. She had tied it around his neck and he pounced in dad’s lap with his costume and the ring. It was cool. I think dad almost cried.
I told you we were three weeks when we were adopted. We were so small that both of us could fit into a coffee cup together. We were so small that mom/dad didn’t want us running around the Hotel Thompson by ourselves. So at night, she put us in a kennel in their bedroom. In the morning, she would open the kennel door and we would both run down the halls towards the kitchen for breakfast. Every day like clockwork, I would throw Tybee into the wall. He fell for it every time – HA! Dude that cat could take a push. He was the greatest.
Dad would pick us up at mom’s worky place and take care of us in the afternoons until she got home. He would feed us and then work on his master studies. He was a hoot. I gotta say my dad is so creative. He created what we refer to here as the Thunder Dome.
He would invert a laundry basket and put us under it so we could play around without getting loss. Over the weeks, me and Ty learned how to push it around so we could explore but yet still be trapped in Thunder Dome. We finally figured it out but it was a lot of fun. <<It was very similar to this picture to the right. Cool idea huh?>>
There was one time that stands out so vividly in my mind with those parents of mine. We were all watching television together and mom had let us run in the front room. They were keeping an eye on us. Mom went to the bathroom and dad was suppose to be watching us – LOL – you know all about dad’s and watching children huh? This can’t turn out good.
Well, mom came back in the room and dad was in the kitchen. She sat down and started to look around. She saw Tybee but not me. She asked daddy and he said the best words ever, “Uh oh.” They started the hunt and find mission looking under sofa’s, behind sofa’s, in the bedrooms, throughout the house and in the hallways – no Hemi. Where did I go? Mom and dad were mystified. And then the internal mother kicked into mom. She jumped up and ran to the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and there I was hanging on a shelf. I looked at her and was like, “Wazup mom?” Yep, I think (A) mom almost lost it right there and then in thinking she was a bad mommy – I say thank goodness she started with us kitties and not a real child – HA and (B) I think I might have lost one of my kitty lives that day.
Every since the day in the fridge, my ears and paws stay cold. Mom and dad started calling me their Fear Factor kitty. I guess that kind of clicks with me.
And I know you are probably asking about Tybee. Tybee went over the Rainbow Bridge in late 2009. He got really sick and we learned that he had feline leukemia. It really broke all of our hearts here. I went through a lot of testing during the time and I was fine. But after his death, I have to admit I got depressed. It just wasn’t the same without my bro. Mom and dad decided that I needed a friend. So in 2010, they adopted Mouse Girl. Well, that’s a whole entirely different story we shall save for another day – LOL. Hope you enjoyed the story my friends!