Dear Bacon – You talk about having your own room. All 8 of us have to share a room and this is our kitty bunk beds. It gets kind of crowded and you really can’t stretch out… let alone snuggling up to any kind of a blanket or pillow. We even heard that the kitties at the Hotel Thompson sleep in a ‘real’ bed. Is that true?? Signed Eight is Enough
Dear Eight is Enough – WOW – that is a tall kitty bunk bed there. I would think that stretching out on the floor would be more freedom than confined to that little compartment. Is it first come, first served or is everyone assigned their ‘bed’? Make the best out of it my little purr things! Enjoy the moments in life where you can. P.S. Yes the purr things here get to sleep with mom and dad on their select comfort bed. Rotten aren’t they? … like I don’t know nothing about being rotten… snort.
Dear Bacon – I hear the “V” word… you know “vet”. I tried to hide but the master found me like this. What do you think I should do next time? Signed Hide N Seek
Dear Hide N Seek – Well first of all, next time hide under something that you can actually ‘hide’ underneath. Just because you can’t see your master doesn’t mean your master can’t see you. Follow me? But hey on the other hand, that is really a cute picture of your captain quarters – snort – LOL.
Dear Bacon – Sometimes the best things in life are when we sit back, relax and reflect on life. You know, don’t sweat the small stuff. I have a favorite rock that I like to sun myself on and reflect.
It helps me to keep stress free and ponder my life in general. Signed Pondering Ribbit
Dear Pondering Ribbit – WOW – Well you do look relaxed my green friend. I tried meditation in my bedroom. I just couldn’t get my mind to quit focusing on running and eating though.
Perhaps I will try again. Stay green my friend.
Dear Bacon – I’m the sheriff here in these parts. Bark Bark – you think I fit the part? I may be small but I’m a force to be reckoned with! Signed Walking Small with a Big Bark
Dear Walking Small with a Big Bark – I think you can possibly get away with it – you are just too cute with that hat on!!
And those big brown eyes, yeah, I would let you arrest me. Snort.
P.S. I’ve seen some political people on the television. I think you have a shot just like everyone else! Be firm but be fair – that should be your motto.
Dear Bacon – My master is always telling me, “Safety first”. Every time we go on a road trip, she straps me in. Other dogs don’t get strapped in. Signed Wanna be Free
Dear Wanna be Free – If all of the other barky things jumped off a cliff, would you? If they all got taken to the doggy jail…AKA pound… would you want to go too? Your human cares for you with all of their heart and doesn’t want anything to happen to you. I say go with it little man. Enjoy the extra treatment. P.S. I’ll try to hide this picture from my mom. The next thing I know, she will be buckling Houdini into a carseat like this.
This is me friends from last weekend. I was worn out. Not from running, playing or chasing Hemi or Bacon. Nope not anything fun at all. I had just gotten back home from the three lettered bad place – V.E.T. Before I go further, let me discuss something with you humans. Us anipals know how to spell. You don’t have to spell V.E.T. We know that is the place that we all despise. I mean really. Buy us a drink first. Get to know us if you will before you violate our captains quarters. I’m just saying and I think I speak for everyone on that private matter. So on this date, I was visiting our vet for my yearly shots. How those yearly shots get here so fast! Being a Yorkshire Terrier, I can admit that our breed is a little… how should I say it….nervous about these things. Yeah, that’s the perfect word. So before I get my shots and the doctor feels me up, the staff usually gives me a little Benadryl to cut the edge to calm my inner Yorkie down. So there I was one shot of Benadryl in my rump and I am chilling in my dad’s arms. And might I add, I didn’t bark, whimper and growl at that shot. I was a good boy. So there I am chilling and the lady doctor finally comes in. Mom/dad and the doctor are talking and the doctor tells daddy she is going to take me away from him for a couple of moments. Now comes the good part. As the doctor reaches out to get me, daddy barks and growls at her! Seriously – the dude growled and barked!! Rolls with puppy laughter. For an older lady, the doctor sure did jump pretty high. I was greatly impressed. Of course mom fussed at daddy. I just laughed and got excited for a few minutes…. that is until I saw the doctor going towards my captains quarters. I ended up getting two more shots – again with no barking, growling or whimpering. I was a good pooch mom said. So good that I got to go by the pet store on the way home to pick out a new toy. Daddy on the other hand didn’t get a toy because of his growling/barking.
Dear Bacon – Listen the water is fine my four legged pot bellied piggy. Why don’t you come for a swim with me. I’ll even teach you how to swim under the water. I’m sure you will catch on fast. What do you think? Signed Mr. Friendly
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Dear Mr. Friendly – Not that I don’t appreciate your well… friendness but I think I’ll pass. For some reason, I think it’s better for this little oinker to stay on dry land, far away from the water and far, far away from your swimming lessons. Call it a premonition if you will. But, carry on my friend and thank you… really.
Dear Bacon – I see you – purr snicker. I have my eyes on your activities good or bad. I’m reporting back to that Evil Elf of yours Don Juan. You just wait. You’re going to get it when he comes out in November. Signed The Watcher
Dear The Watcher – Really?! It’s not bad enough that I have rogue elf that watches my every move, you’re going to as well? Rolls piggy eyes and walks away. This is so not fair in this oinker’s life. Can’t we all just get along? Snorts
Dear Bacon – The nerve of our family vet. Can you believe that (A) they had the nerve to come near my captains quarters with that proby thing and (B) they told my humans that *I* needed to go on a DIET?! What in the world was he thinking? Don’t my humans pay for his sound advice? What kind of crap advice is this? I think the look on my face tells you everything I think. Signed Tiny
Dear Tiny – Oh dear. That proby thing is awful. It must be a torture device from centuries long ago. Yep, that’s what I think. And that look on your face. Oh my. You are certainly not happy. And well… looks down at my pot belly. I am one NOT to give any advice to you on that four lettered dirty word – D.I.E.T. Shakes head – nope. Not the one to do that at all my friend.
Dear Bacon – I double kitty dare you to try this maneuver. Heck, I triple meow dare you. I dare you to put your back legs up over your head. In fact if you can do this position, I will personally come over every day and give you a piggy massage – heck I’ll even clean up your room for you. Signed Fear Factor Feline
Dear Fear Factor Feline – Really?! That’s okay my furry friend. That’s what I have my mommy for – massages and cleaning – snorts. Let’s hope that cannon of yours doesn’t go off while you are bent legs over head.
Dear Bacon – I hate it when I get into trouble here at my casa. Can you believe that my humans make me face the couch and sit here in time out? It’s so humiliating. Signed Unhappy Pooch
Dear Unhappy Pooch – WOW my friend. That is some look you have there facing your tomb of doom. It’s just not right. And to put you in this time out right in the middle of the living room where you can hear and see all of the fun activities going on around you. Shakes piggy head and clicks tongue. Nope, just not right. I’m sorry pal. Maybe when you come out of serving your time, you just ignore those humans. Show them who is getting timeout there. Don’t give them any affection. None whatsoever… can you last like what five seconds? Hang in there my bud!
Dear Bacon – It is that time of the year to celebrate graduations. Here I am with my pup who just graduated from the top of his training class. I told him we would go out for Mexican and a little Samuel Adams for the pop if you know what I mean. These classes don’t come cheap. But only the best for my son. I told little Bubba that we would take a selfie to remember this moment forever. They are only young once and grow so fast. If I close my eyes, he might be driving next week! Signed Big Bubba.
Dear BB – Now that is so awesome my friend. What a way to celebrate the moment at paw. And you are right. The little tykes grow up so fast. At first I had a little rolling stone and now he travels so much I have no clue where he is this week – snorts with piggy laughter. Enjoy the little minutes friend!
Dear Bacon – There I was minding my own business playing in the hood. The master called me and I came willing. That’s when he started spelling words. Really? We can spell you know. Then I heard the letters to that God forsaken place – gulps – the V.E.T. I was like, “Whatcha talkin bout Willis?” Yep, I call my human by his first name when he says that three lettered bad word. As if anyone wants to go and get felt up by the V.E.T. Do your humans do this? Signed Arnold
Dear Arnold – The man has some nerve. Humans forget we are smart anipals for sure. Of course we can spell! We can do all kinds of things the humans don’t know about it when they are not looking. Of course, that’s a post for another day – snorts! I think you should ignore the human. Who really *needs* to go get felt up?… well maybe if there is a cute poodle involved and that is a strong maybe!
Dear Bacon – Do you ever wonder why the earth move sometimes? No not like around orbit or anything. I mean like you are in the house and you hear a huge bang or a rumble on the streets. It’s not what you think. You may *think* that it’s maybe a thunder storm or a big truck. Nope it’s not. It’s us Super Squirrels letting pooches know who really is in charge – us. This is a picture of me fixing to rock a dog’s world. Just imagine what the dog looked like when he saw me in mid-strike. HA! Signed Super Squirrel
Dear Super Squirrel – OMP! It all makes sense now. This is why Australia doesn’t have squirrels. Possibly – and I stress possibly – all the continents were united and you Super Squirrels took force like the Marvel comics and broke everything apart. Tell me my friend, am I on the right track? Try to keep your strikes down okay. We don’t need anymore continental drifts – snorts.
Dear Bacon – I don’t get it. I’m not amused. First up my human goes into hysterics when he looks at me and calls me Scooby. He is always offering me Scooby snacks and asking me if I’m ready for a mystery. The line was drawn when he got me this new collar. I think my human has went over the fine line of sanity. I really do. Can you help my human out? His name is Shaggy and he is even talking about taking me to something called DragonCon this year. What the heck is that? Barks – Scoob
Dear Scoob – Oh dude, your owner is just having a lot of fun for sure. I can see Scooby Doo in you. Scooby Doo is like a happening pooch that is great at solving mysteries and he even belongs to a gang. Of course the gang is called Mystery Inc. It’s not a bad thing at all my friend. And this DragonCon thing is a huge convention where you can meet so many new friends. Heck, you might even meet someone that looks like you. What a blast it would be. Maybe Houdini can come dressed as Scrappy? Look Scrappy up – it would be a blast!
Dear Bacon – Do you ever feel like you are being made the butt of all your staff’s jokes? My staff put these glasses on me and have not stopped laughing since. Heck, the mommy almost made water down her leg from laughing so hard. Who says that us anipals are the ‘kids’ these days. Really! Signed Googly
Dear Googly – Shaking my head. I understand completely. My humans are two of the biggest kids ever here in the south. I don’t trust them to leave the house by themselves. Trouble doesn’t find them. They find trouble. It’s so embarrassing. You just keep your eye on the situation my friend.
Barks! Happy Friday friends. Hope you have been having an awesome week so far. It’s down hill from here – I can see the light of the weekend. Hopefully this weekend I can rest and relax with mom. Last weekend, I went for my yearly wellness check. This is me and my doc, Dr. Waggoner. He’s a pretty cool guy for sure. He said I was in good health and my weight was great – isn’t that what we all want to hear? In fact, my weight was actually down a little from last year. Dad was worried because someone has been giving a few extra treats here/there. So no worries daddy – bring me some more treats – barks!
Mom said I was her sweet little trooper today. I got three shots and not one single time did I whimper or cry. See, I was a big boy ❤ And I don’t have to go back for another year – now *that* is awesome.
Now, I leave you with Jokes with Daddy – I know you can’t wait for that. Have a great weekend dear friends.
Dear Bacon – Oh dude. They say that sometimes you have to kiss a lot of frogs to find your prince. Well, I’ve been walking around everywhere and licking different kinds of frogs. I mean, a kiss brings a prince. I don’t need a prince. I just need a man to take care of my beautiful self. And hey, I figured a lick would suffice. But this one tastes funny. It doesn’t taste anything like chicken – I will tell you that. What do you think of my situation? Signed Halli
Dear Halli – Oh my friend. I hate to be the one to tell you this but sometimes certain frogs cause hallucinations. So if you lick one, you might *think* it’s your prince or soulmate when it’s really not. I mean heck, personally I think a lot of humans do the same thing – lick the wrong humans and hallucinate of a wonderful happily ever after life when they know better. My suggestion is maybe quit licking and looking for Mr. Right or Mr. Wrong. You will find the perfect soulmate when you least expect it. I know you will!
Dear Bacon – I work in my family’s veterinary office. I think that I am in the right field. How many anipals do you know that go to a vet’s office and just don’t understand why they are there or what is going on. I’m here to offer my assistance and paw in explaining the situation. You know like a lifeline into the unknown. I think our profession is lost. We need more anipals to work in these veterinary offices – they can definitely be a scary place. Signed Vega, KA (kitty assistant)
Dear Vega – I think this is an absolutely wonderful idea! You are so right. We do need more anipals to work in these veterinary offices. They are scary and I would love to have a helping paw when I visit. Keep up your awesome work my friend!
Dear Bacon – Sometimes you just get tired and want to pick up and move on to your next destination. There’s nothing wrong with that. Sometimes you feel like you need to travel to touch others and make a statement in your life. I feel that need. Cause you know, nobody knows what baggage we carry. We gotta travel the world and the seven seas and touch as many people as we can. What do you think? Signed Hobo
Dear Hobo – I’m just sitting here smiling my sweet friend. You are right. Sometimes you feel the need to travel. Other times you feel the need to come back home. You know what they say – different strokes for different folks. If it makes you happy, go for it my dear friend. I am no one to judge.
.Dear Bacon – You may be too young to remember Mr. Owl so let me tell you about him. Once upon a time in cartoon land, a little boy brought Mr. Owl a sucker and asked how many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop. Well, Mr. Owl licked the Tootsie Pop three times and then bit into the Tootsie Pop thus telling the child three times. Knowing this information, I thought I would really go for the gold and see how many licks it takes to get to the center of that Tootsie Pop. I’ve been sitting out here in the sun all day licking. As you can see, I still have Tootsie Pop and now my fur is smoking hot. What is the moral of this story? If you are going to lick to get to the center, do it in air conditioning. It’s too hot out here. Signed Hot Pockets
Dear Hot Pockets – You poor thing. At least you don’t have to worry about tan lines, right? 🙂 That’s positive thinking for sure. But you didn’t tell us. How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop? The world will never know.
Dear Bacon – Don’t judge. I went to jump out the window and got stuck. Darn this belly. I know you have a belly – I’m not judging by any means – but how do you manage these positions? Please tell me. Signed Garfield
Dear Garfield – Dude, you might want to think about cutting back just a little. I’m not judging, trust me. I mean heck, one time I got stuck behind the couch by my belly and all you could see were my hind legs running in the air behind me. Shivers. A day I will never forget. So just like you, I cut back just a little for future escapades. Be safe my friend. You got this!
❤ Remember sweet friends – Dear Bacon can’t happen without YOU. Please continue to email me your pictures and letters ❤
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!
UPDATE: This post was already set up to highlight my sweet friend Ali. Then we heard about her passing on Friday 08/12/2016. We were all so upset to hear the news just as everyone else was. We went back and forth trying to decide to post this today but then thought YES. Let’s celebrate the life of our good friend Ali. She had a tough life but was such a fighter. She brought such happiness to her humans Ruth and Tim. We just know that she is running over the Rainbow Bridge looking down at everyone now.
Today let blogville unite and share our love to Ali’s parents by leaving messages of comfort during this horrible time of grief. ❤
What were your first thoughts when you met your new parents? I was scared because my Mama had given birth to me and my sister in a wood pile and she had died and left us alone. The people who found us loved us and got us healthy and then found us homes.
What was the defining moment when you knew you were in your forever home? I knew I was in my forever home when my daddy picked me up and I snuggled into his neck and he held me and cried. I tried to lick the tears off of his face.
What has been your biggest “Oh no, now I’ve done it” moment so far in your home? I ate the christmas tree and had to go to the vets and have surgery to remove the glass from the pretty colored christmas tree balls that were in my belly.
Who do you have wrapped around your paws more – mom or dad – and why? MY daddy cause he lets me have the whole left side of the bed that used to be mamas.
Other Comments? I want to tell you that I was born with a terminal illness called feline auto immune disease. My mama and sister both died from it. My Mama kitty passed it onto us when we were born. My mama and daddy got me spay and all of my shots and feed me good and I am an inside kitty. When I turned two, I got really sick and almost died. My nose was falling off like raw hamburger and my throat was filled with ulcers. The pads of my feet were also covered in sores from the feline auto immune disease. My vet had surgery on my nose to take off the part that was falling off. This all happened in a two weeks period. The vet said she understood if they wanted to let me go, but my daddy cried and i looked at him and started fighting to live. My mama had to feed me through an oral syringe and give me water that way too. She did this for over a year until I could eat again. I have to have very expensive crystal cat litter and food and my medicine is expensive too but my mama and daddy always make sure i have it. My vet said she did not think i would live past a year with this and I have been living with it for over four years now. I have been in remission for over a year now and I love my mama and daddy and they love me.
Hope you enjoyed meeting my friend – check back next week for another Spotlight edition!
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.
Hello my sweet dear friends. I hope that your week has been exciting and great. There are lots of things going on here this week at the Hotel Thompson.
One thing was – coughs – I was in trouble last weekend. Okay, I’ll admit it. I’ve been in trouble for this for some time but mom really was upset with me last weekend. You see, when I was younger – don’t laugh – when I was younger and in my teething stage, I might have chewed some zippers off of mom’s pillows on her new sofa. Might is a strong word because no one really saw me but mom told me if she needed to take bite marks for comparison she would so I fessed up. I did it. All five of them in fact – barks! Well, last weekend mom sewed each one back to the way it was suppose to be. And yes, mom might have poked herself while sewing several times and given me looks. Of course, I tried to give her my cutest not me look mommy. So there is a firm rule set in stone now here at the Hotel Thompson – no touchy the pillows Houdini. Can you believe she used my name like that? Hangs head low.
And we have visitors this week. Two friends that mom/dad went and met last year are in our area again visiting. Mom has taken some time off of the worky place so they can all play together. You do realize that this means trouble right? Cause I just know they may need bail money this week… and probably next week because they are all going out of town for a couple of days and leaving all of us.
Oh I shouldn’t say “all” of us because a certain oinker – not mentioning names – has went to camp this week and all of next week. Why? So mom/dad could have fun with these friends – which I will tell you about later with some pictures. You see the purr things – they can take care of themselves. And me well I can take care of myself but Nana will watch me a couple of days next week. Bacon well he’s like a little kid as mom described it. He doesn’t take being by himself too well and Nana can’t watch him while she has her hands full with me and her two pooches. So, mom/dad called the farm where Bacon went to camp last year. They have other anipals that Bacon had a blast with and that’s where he gets to go for his adventure. So, I’m sure he will have a blast. I hope so anyway. He did bring his computer so don’t fear about his correspondence.
And friends let’s talk about something that I keep seeing on the television all day long. Something that mom/dad and even Bacon have talked about. The presidential election. Shakes my doggy head.
Does anyone really enjoy all of this arguing and calling names? I really don’t. Why can’t we all just get along?
I’ve come up with a solution. Since people running are called politicians and we can’t really trust anything they say – barks! Why don’t I run for president? I think I have just about the same qualifications – you think? And look – mom took this picture of me over the weekend. Don’t you think it screams “Houdini for President”.
And of course, with that being said I have to leave you with another priceless Jokes with daddy video. The man does need to go out and play with others more. Shaking my head. Enjoy my friends. I hope you had a wonderful week as well. Happy weekend!
Brrr and Shivers my friends. It has been a little chilly willy here this week at the Hotel Thompson. I mean you did see the great ‘snow’ that big brother Bacon posted earlier int he week, right? Heck, here in the south – a snow flake was seen, we must shut down the city! Barks with puppy laughter.
Well it was so bad, that I had to get on top of mom’s chaise and get warm by the fuzzy blanket and the fireplace – you see that in the distance in the picture? And yes, we can’t forget Mr. Beaver. Mr. Beaver is what is next to my head. He is way bigger than me and I drag him all over the Hotel Thompson. He’s a great pal for sleeping, cuddling and of course beating up… can you believe sometimes he tries to beat me up too? How dare that beaver!
And you are not going to believe this my friends but me and the Baconator have been keeping secrets here at the Hotel Thompson. Yep, that’s right we said secrets as in plural. Something will be happening next week. I can’t share it right now. Me and the pig have been sworn to secrecy by mom/dad. But I can tell you that it’s exciting and wonderful. Now, I need to go and help mom/dad with some cleaning around the Hotel Thompson.
Well that’s all for me my friends – yawns – I hope you had a wonderful week as well. Happy weekend!
Miniature pot bellied pig and friends - Bacon, Houdini, Hemi and all of the Rock Clan with Journalist Rocky the Squirrel all out looking for adventures from the Hotel Thompson.
I hear the “V” word… you know “vet”. I tried to hide but the master found me like this. What do you think I should do next time? Signed Hide N Seek
Dear Bacon – Sometimes the best things in life are when we sit back, relax and reflect on life. You know, don’t sweat the small stuff. I have a favorite rock that I like to sun myself on and reflect.
Dear Bacon – My master is always telling me, “Safety first”. Every time we go on a road trip, she straps me in. Other dogs don’t get strapped in. Signed Wanna be Free
UPDATE: This post was already set up to highlight my sweet friend Ali. Then we heard about her passing on 
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.
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 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.
One thing was – coughs – I was in trouble last weekend. Okay, I’ll admit it. I’ve been in trouble for this for some time but mom really was upset with me last weekend. You see, when I was younger – don’t laugh – when I was younger and in my teething stage, I might have chewed some zippers off of mom’s pillows on her new sofa. Might is a strong word because no one really saw me but mom told me if she needed to take bite marks for comparison she would so I fessed up. I did it. All five of them in fact – barks! Well, last weekend mom sewed each one back to the way it was suppose to be. And yes, mom might have poked herself while sewing several times and given me looks. Of course, I tried to give her my cutest not me look mommy. So there is a firm rule set in stone now here at the Hotel Thompson – no touchy the pillows Houdini. Can you believe she used my name like that? Hangs head low.
week and all of next week. Why? So mom/dad could have fun with these friends – which I will tell you about later with some pictures. You see the purr things – they can take care of themselves. And me well I can take care of myself but Nana will watch me a couple of days next week. Bacon well he’s like a little kid as mom described it. He doesn’t take being by himself too well and Nana can’t watch him while she has her hands full with me and her two pooches. So, mom/dad called the farm where Bacon went to camp last year. They have other anipals that Bacon had a blast with and that’s where he gets to go for his adventure. So, I’m sure he will have a blast. I hope so anyway. He did bring his computer so don’t fear about his correspondence.
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