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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 200
8, 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
No Sharing – My Mommy!
Sorry my friends. This is my mommy – all mine. No sharing today. I gotta have my mommy.
Don’t you have days like that? I couldn’t help it. The little guy Houdini had to move over. I *need* my mommy. This hot heat is getting on my nerves. I need cooler weather. I need to be snuggled up on mom’s lap – I’m not that big that I can’t snuggle down… right?
And if I hide my snout, nobody can see me – like those pesky purr things or that little guy Houdini. Sometimes a pig just needs their mommy.
Hold me.
Dear Bacon
I’m BBAACCKK! After a wonderful month off from my regular routine, I am back with my normal postings. Hope you enjoyed my 31 Days of Spook my friends – now back to some wonderful Dear Bacon issues with anipals that need help –
Dear Bacon – I have a slight problem here. I’m always being watched. Always. It’s like I get no peace or alone time. What can I do? He’s watching me now, isn’t he? Signed Helpless
Dear Helpless – WOW! He is watching you right this instance. What is he writing a book – are you chapter 3? The dude needs to leave you alone. You need to fix this now. Perhaps the next time he is in the other room, maybe you need to shut the door. Or persuade him into a closet. You know, something along those lines. Sshheessh – a purr thing has to have their alone time. Good luck my friend.
Dear Bacon – With the cold weather coming, I have to use anything to keep my head warm. They say if the head is warm, your entire body is warm. I think this is doing the trick. I found it in the miniature human’s room. What do you think? Signed Cat Heater
Dear Cat Heater – My friend. I think you might want to rethink that head warmer. Tell me it’s new and not slightly used too okay. You see, that is not a head warmer. That is one of the miniature humans butt warmers. I’ve seen them. What happens in them is not pretty. Not pretty at all. Although it does have a certain appeal as apparel, I’m afraid the other purr things in the hood might just laugh you out of the neighborhood and not let you play in their kitty games. I’m just sayin’.
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Dear Bacon – Life is not fair. Halloween only comes but once a year and I am so very glad. Can you believe that my humans dressed me up like a poop factory for the big day? I’m so humiliated. Why couldn’t they dress up the small human that cries all of the time like this? Why me? I mean my poop is no more than the humans. Really. Please help me. Signed Poop Factory
Dear Poop Factory – I have to admit my friend that the costume is very original. I saw a lot of costumes on the big night but I think yours might be the icing on the cake. I say wear it with pride. I know it’s humiliating. But I assure you that Christmas is just around the corner. You know what needs to be done to the Christmas tree. You know just as a token of your appreciate for this outfit. Snorts.
Dear Bacon – Where there’s a bag, you know a cat is there to play. My buddy snapped this picture of me while I was playing pop goes the kitty in the bag. Talk about perfect timing huh? I think my abs look better than your pot belly. What do you think? Signed Abercrombie Cat
Dear Abercrombie Cat – OMP (Oh my pig). That is hilarious. This picture is so priceless that I’m going to let the shot of my physique just go right on by. I say bravo to you and your brother for the perfect picture taking. I think this needs to go viral, perhaps be in a Cats of 2015 calendar or a Christmas card. Maybe even sneak on your parents Facebook account and post this picture. Great job my friends. Now, I’m off to look for me an equally charming shopping bag. I wonder if they have one with James Bond somewhere here in the Hotel Thompson.
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Dear Bacon – For some reason, I think there is an impersonator here in the room with me. I woke up from one of my many naps this morning, waddled into the living room and found HIM. HIM is not talking, not purring and not moving. I think he’s trying to wait for me to turn my back. I just know he is. What do you think? Signed Chucky
Dear Chucky – Oh my! I think you need to be careful there little guy. It looks like HIM is preparing to pounce on you. That could be really dangerous. I can only imagine what kind of damage he could do to you. Shivers. Thank goodness HIM is not here. Be careful. Maybe never turn your back to him. That’s it. Be vigilant!
Thanks my friends for your letters and pictures for my Dear Bacon issues. I can’t do this without you. Please remember to send me your letters/pictures to my email. ❤ you!
Purr Things UNITE!
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?
Freaky Friday Mix Up
Dear Diary,
Something wicked has happened to me. I’m not sure what to think about this. It started out like usual and then it went far left really quick. I’m getting ahead of myself like I normally do so let me start from the beginning. This is what happened:
Yawn and stretch. Hhhmm – eyebrows straight up – that felt different. My stretch was more… well stretchy. Strange. It felt like I had long and fluid legs… not my usual short and stout ones. Maybe I’m losing weight – yeah that has to be it. Opens eyes and looks around my room. What is that insistent chirping noise? It’s coming from beyond the window in my bedroom. I stand up and stretch again. Man, I must be really losing weight. I felt my back, my legs and even my tail stretch on that one. There goes that chirping again. Dude, that’s got to stop.
I walked over to the window and that was another strange thing. My hooves on my bedroom floor didn’t make the regular clickety-clack sound. Strange but okay. I gotta eat some more. I looked up at the window ledge and didn’t think twice before I jumped up on it. WOW – I can jump! Wonder why I never did that before? I looked out the window and spotted those singing creatures outside. Those would so make a wonderful two piece snack. Snap, did I say that? And oh looky – there is Mr. Parson’s furry things. HISS! Double HISS! What in the world?! Where did that come from? Shakes head – things are weird this Friday.
I hear mom in the kitchen and the next thing I knew she was saying, “Frühstück”. I immediately jumped down and went down the hallway. Hey, I’m hungry for some breakfast. I hope she made tuna. I then stopped immediately in my tracks. What?! How did I know German? And tuna for breakfast? Today is strange.
I continued to the kitchen and that’s when weird became super weird. I walked up to mom and swished my body against her legs and bit her ankle. What in the world?! Mom started fussing at me and I started talking back to her. What? I don’t do that. I ate my breakfast and then spied an empty box in the living room. Oh squeal – this is my lucky day! I looked at mom and made one last meow at her and went in the front room jumping in the box. What in the heck just happened? I meowed and jumped in a box. WHAT?! Something is definitely wrong. I ran to my bedroom and looked in the mirror. Blinked several times and shook myself. I must still be dreaming. There is no way this can be real. I’m Tigerlino?! Oh dear, that must have been some bad strawberries I had last night. I can’t be a boy kitty. No way! No wonder I could jump. This can’t be happening. A nap. That’s what I need – a power nap.
So Diary. I thought it was just a dream. All I had to do was go back to sleep and finish this dream. That’s it. I’m a pig. I’m not a cat. No way! So the power nap commenced. I woke up after an hour or so and just *knew* it would be better… so I thought. This is what happened then:
Slowly I started to wake. It felt funny. It didn’t feel like my soft bed. This felt like paper. I looked underneath me and somehow I had fell asleep on the newspapers. Ha – I guess that was my way of keeping on top of the current events. I went to stand and tripped over my two front feet – clumsy me. I stretched and then I was off to look for the ladies room. I found it and chattered until I got some privacy. That’s when I smelled the coffee from mom. She was at the fridge getting some of that delicious evaporated milk for her warm cup. I walked over and pleaded by going in and out of her legs and talking to her until she caved. She fixed me a little bowl and it was pure heaven! The only thing that could have made this better was some strawberry yogurt. Licks lips and starts to clean myself. Oh snap! I didn’t know I could bring my back leg up over my head?! Oh dear heavens – call Circus Soleil – this she kitty has skills!
What? What did I just say?! Oh my, something is very wrong. What is mommy doing now? Oh Himmel! Here comes that monster in the closet. Screech! and runs off to the bedroom to hide under the bed. I’m shaking. I’m scared. That monster in the closet is like a scary movie waiting to happen!
But wait a minute. Why am I hiding under the bed and still speaking German?! I keep repeating to myself, “This can’t be real. This can’t be real.” I slowly crawl out from underneath the bed and look in the mirror. Holy bat kitty – look at that sexy purr thing – wolf whistles. Wait a minute, that sexy purr thing whistled back at me. I move my arm and she moved her arm. Oh no. Oh no. I finally looked down at my feet. Oh.good.Lord. I’m Roxy now? What in the world have we done? What happened?
Diary, I’m trying to remember last night. I remember talking to Tigerlino and Roxy before going to bed. We were talking about how each of us live throughout the day at our homes. Uh-oh… is this Freaky Friday?! I lay down and close my eyes trying to concentrate. When I open them, I’ll be fine. This is just a dream. You know like how when mom sleep walks. Yeah, that’s it. It has to be it. I’m going to count to 10, open my eyes and look down. Everything will be fine. Really. I *just* know it.
OH DEAR HEAVENS – Call Dr. Phil. Call Oprah. Call the Vet. I’m A CAT!?!
Hemi-Jacked
Oh Bacon you little pig – when are you going to learn to log off of your computer when you *finally* go to sleep? You know if you stay signed on, something like this will happen. I will Hemi-Jack your blog for my own personal reasons – purr.
For a pig, you do take a lot of naps. You do realize that, right? I mean I’m a cat, the master cat, of the Hotel Thompson and I do take lots of ‘cat’ naps throughout the day. But you my friend, top me in your ‘pig’ naps. I bet you didn’t know that I walked right into your room, jumped on your bed with you and licked you a couple of hours ago. Shocker – you taste nothing like real bacon. I know real bacon. You my friend are an imposter in the purest of forms.
Just to let you know, I kept the mommy warm for you. Insert evil purr for you. She’s not just *your* mommy. She’s ALL of our mommy. With such, know that she is shareable. Just to give you some proof of the love she gave me, I had her take a couple of pictures for your amusement proof. I hope you enjoy the pictures. I think they are some of my favorites 🙂
Piglove 