weze lost internets n Mawmee has ta takes our notes n burrows compooturs n she has ta do lots of huntin on compooturs fur werkin stuff...
Weze all cold in our hows n Mawmee went huntin to burrow compooter to tell u...
We iz stoppin by to say hi... well Mawmee iz... Weze all cold in our hows n Mawmee went huntin to gets help frum our bruver frind. Hims name is Mike Ulin. He's a funny actor on da V list. dats fur volunteer. Him builds metal TV cradles fur a livin... um what's dat? oh mawmee say dats ta ting dat holds teevees on walls n stuffoms in hospitals n monitors fur securtee stuffoms. But hims is needin helps, too!! Hims is tired n stuffoms n mite lose him jobbee, too!
Weze cold like 35 F - cuz we gots jus dis leetel heater in da bedroom… dis old house ain’t got lectric stuff fixed!! n our daddees stuck at da pound fur peeples n cant works no morh. weze don know if hims evfurr comin home!!! n hims cant work no morh cuz him is an old kittee purson now. Dems iz furry bad peeples takin our daddee. Mawmee weze hungree!?! Did da huntin werk yet? We didnt doo nuffin!! whys we gettin punished fur too???? how cum nobuddee tinks bout dat when dey takes daddees to peeple pounds????
Sumbuddee weze needs kittee foods!! An Baby and Spunky cants cum home in ther Rainbow Bridge Urns cuz dehrs no monee ta pay fur dat. Thems urns iz stil at da Pet Traditions plase. We gots ta give dem 347.00 green papurs!!
Weze wants ta let you knoh... n ta make sure dat all helps will go to feed us kitties n get our bruthers urns to come home... We gots vet bills, too dats not paid. but furst we needs help in eatin cuz Mousee has ta have speshul corn free dry food. Dis is sum ways dats u kin helps us dis Christmas n Hannukah times... 1) You could sends us a Wal-Mart gift card so we kins gets Feline Pine kitty litter n canned foods (fur Mawmee Too) n a new room heater!! Weze furry Cold!!! We use pine cuz Mawmee gotted asthma...
2) You could sends us a Pets Mart gift card so we can gets corn-free food. We buys da Authority Brand fur sensitive kitties. Ifn's u dont knoh where a Pets Mart is - here is dehr webbie bout dat Sensitive Kitty Food - You could ships it to us or sumpin.
3) You could sends funds pay to the order of Pet Traditions so we can gets Spunky n Baby's Rainbow Urns home. We needs bout 347.00 green papurs fur dat... but any bit would help show we wants ta pay dat bill.
4) and ifns you wants ta helps us wif our Vet bill... den funds should be pay to the order of "Indian Hills Animal Clinic." Dey kept Spunky n Baby n Sandy Red Tigger livin fur a longs time wif Dental helps and emurgencee helps... sohz we owes about 1900.00 green papurs on dat one. Weze promised ta give 25.00 somepin monees evry month n we cant pay dem no morez! And what iffns we gets sick? Daisy n me needs our toofies kleened but we cant go yet....likes we said any bit would helps ta pay dat bill.... But foodees and a ceramic room heater we needs now!! Here is our address fur sending stuffoms. Pweze use da U.S. Post Office cuz its a Postal Box. Help fur Katie's Katz %Kat Renee Kittel P. O. Box 771268 Wichita, KS 67277-1268 USA Tank u fur listening n stuff and helpin out poor Kitties at Chrismas n Hannukah times.
Well Mawmee n Granmawmee n us Kittehs have sum fings ta be fankful fur!!
Weze give thirteen uv dem latur t'day or tomorrowz...
cuz weze borrowin a furrindz compootur rites now.
Our inturnetz n phone gotted stolen by da ekonomee collapsin stuffoms...
we dont know what dat iz... but it must be furry bads,
like da noisee train dat runs thru our backs yard.
So pleze stay tuned... weze gotz sum purrtant stuffomz ta ask evfurryone bout our beloved Spunky and Baby who went ovfur da brij dis year.
Luv,
Katie Ann Kitty Too (almost 5 yrs)
Daisy May Daffodil (1 yr)
Little Bootsie Woo (1 yr)
and our senior kitteh gurl:
Ms. Mouse E Cat. (13+)
Katie One - da Mawmee
Gran Mawmee's Cat: Miss Bibi (5+ yrs)
Marti - da Gran Mawmee
"In great affairs men show themselves as they wish to be seen; In small things, they show themselves as they are." Nicholas Chamfort (1741 - 1794)
Dear furry peeplez on da internetz:
Furst uvs all... TANKS U FUR LUVIN US!! Whiles we missin our big bruvfur Spunky. Mawmee hopes to help us tank u all purrsonallee, but weze kinda shorts on inturnets time.... (purrs n head butts n lovin churpees)
Mawmee dont gots a jobbee rites now... n our compootur cants gets on da inturnetz.
Soh Mawmee iz burrohin our frind Mike InTune's compootur. He's Mawmees furriend n co-purrdusur fur our comedy film bout da Daisy Deli, which iz still in post Purrductshun cuz uv green stuffoms n location shootin ta desidez on. Soh weze gonna be sendin mesajes to Mawmee to writes fur us bout onse or a week fur a whiles...
Now Daisy had dis adventure. She wents to da Pet store wif Mawmee! She waz furry goods n stayed in da cart all curled ups in Mawmee's Coat n stuff. Daisy got fitted fur a pink harness n leash!! Mawmee n Daisy gonna talks bout dat next time!!
Mawmee say dat Ize too feral fur to go!! How I gonna convinse Mawmee to let me outa dis here howse n dats Ize be goods on a harness? I dont likes dem! But I wants ta goh outside!! Mawmee needs advise on helpin me get used to dis hear dum thingee and dat wearin ones is wurth getting ta go owt in a danjurous neyborhood! Any buddee gots helps on dat?
Mawmee hunted n hunted fur a song dat waz like Spunky's message to hur. Weze found a song by Third Day on YouTube...See Spunky camed into Mawmees life when she was furry depressed n Spunky saved hur cuz she had hims to focus on. Dat was a furry miracle dat hims lived.
Ize miss Spunky n gotted scairt when he wents ovur da Bridge. Mawmee smelt funnee. I dont likes dat kittees goh bye n bye n dont comes bak. I thot I waz next or sumpin... Ize gotted scairt when Baby n Sandy went bye bye, too.
Ize okay now wif dat. I luvs Mawmee but Ize part feral n dont like tings changin n I dont likes bein picked up. Bootsie n Daisy deys cuddlin togever on da bed wher Spunky used ta sleep. Mousie is in her box. Ize goin sleepy in Mawmees lap soh she gonna finish dis here Memorial.
Luv, Katie Too.
Yes... Katie is my loner cat. She likes playing with Bootsie and sometimes with Daisy, but her only cuddle place is in my lap. She used to play with Spunky. They would chase each other through the house! It was a funny sight to see an eighteen year old cat acting like a little boy. Kept him excercising.
But his 19th year wasn't a very good one for him. He would fight me to take his Arthritis meds and he had developed a heart murmer. I hated stressing him out to give him what he needed. He may have lived longer or may have had a heart attack sooner, I don't know. I do know he would look at me with far away eyes, as if asking me to let him go "home." He stayed on the bed except to get water or to go "potty." I fed him on the bed. He would cuddle with me and lick my face.
About three weeks ago, Spunky started pulling his hair out. I took him to the vet. The blood tests showed high white blood cell count. Dr. Johnson thought it might be allergies, because his tests were all normal for his age. We gave him his arthrogen and he started to feel better and his hair grew back.
Then a week ago Friday, Spunky decided to stop eating. I gave him his arthrogen, hoping he would feel better later in the day. I was scheduled to volunteer at the Tall Grass Film Festival, but my mind was on Spunky. And it showed. I distracted everyone else, except the venue manager who seemed to know something was up and just took it in stride. I apologized and he laughed with me about this wasn't "rocket science!" Still the volunteer coordinator wasn't happy with me and didn't want me volunteering Saturday, but I could still see the films for free.
Saturday morning, I took Spunky to the vet and they gave him an anti-biotic and an appetite stimulant. Upon arriving back home, I sat the carrier on the bed. I went to turn on my computer and I heard Spunky moaning. I ran back to the bedroom and took him out of the carrier. He was breathing so hard and gasping for breath. I called the vets and told them that Spunky was dying in my arms. I wrapped him up in the fleece blanket and held his head up. When his breathing calmed, there was a purring growl in his throat. The stroke took alot out on his little body. He could still see out of one eye while I held him close, helping him breath. His heart still beat shallowly while I prayed.
The furry miracle in his passing is that when in my spirit, while I prayed - the very moment I handed him over to God, was the very moment that he passed on. Mike, my very best friend (and co-producer) came over and drove us to the clinic, while I held him, wrapped in a black fleece blanket.
Indian Hills Animal Clinic is a wonderful place. They gave us privacy while I held Spunky, waiting for Pet Traditions to arrive and take my Boo Bear to be cremated. I prayed the Kaddish over him, the Jewish mourners prayer, something Mike wasn't used to hearing. Mike's face was so contemplative and prayerful the whole time I sang.
When the lady from Pet Traditions came, I layed Spunky in the coffin, wrapped in his blanket. He looked so peaceful. I tearfully talked about his nose and how he inspired me to create a drawing of a lion guarding a rose. And I said, "Spunky gave me hope when he was born and now somehow he is giving me the same message in his death."
It was several hours before I could bring myself to walk back into my house. Yet when I did, I softly heard Spunky say my name, "Katrin!.... I sorry."
"It's okay, Spunky. I'll see you later, Boo Bear." A peacefulness came over me... and Spunky leaped over the bridge.
Our babies are God's furry messengers... Spunky's message of hope needs to be shared... Below is Third Day's Song... and Now it's Spunky's song, too.
Luv,
