Late Christmas Trees

 "Lynn wanted to show off some Christmas trees she saw last month. She went to a local museum and left me sleeping in my bed tent."

"But she left my brunch out as she was taking off

about the time I git up furom my morning siesta."

"So here goes."

Nativity scenes

Santas

More Santas

Santas out the ying yang.

"This was fur anyone who has already furgotten about

Christmas."

The building was built in 1906 first as an insane ayslum, 

then a hospital: a school; an orphanage.  It is history

right in the wooden floor boards.

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From quiet to purrs and meows

 "I was afraid to talk when I came to live with you, Lynn. It wasn't

until we started playing chase the ball and frog-ona-stick did I 

realize this was home furever home."

When Precious came home from the orphanage she never made 

a sound. No wailing, no meowing, no caterwauling. 

She was silent throughout multiple vet visits to clear up

her dirty ears and her cloudy eye.  She never tried to claw or

bite or speak.

We all got used to each other fairly quickly. And once

Precious found she had toys (who wants them now!) and 

tents to play hide-n-seek, she seemed to be getting along

just fine. 

Except she was silent.

It was probably a year or more, until I finally

realized, if I put my ear on her chest, I could hear purring

going on in there.  I was so pleased and surprised!

She had plenty of voice when she had to have

her first annual check-up.  But otherwise, nothing.

But now,  at 5:15 AM she greets me with loud demanding

meows  (if she's awake) to get the lead out and feed her.

And when she uses the litter box, sometimes she sings

so I don't forget to clean up immediately.

"Don't fur-git to tell how much I purr.  I always

go all out with the purrs during the morning belly rub,

the 5 PM hair brushing and before I fall fast

asleep on Lynn's legs at 5:30 PM."

I am grateful she sounds like a cat, not silent like a mime.   

Precious celebrated her 12th Gotcha Day on January 8.

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Tasty treat fur the kitty

 " 'member back when Dr. Feelbad made me feel bad?  Well, the hoomans got me back to eatin' by gittin' me some of these lickables.  It took a day or 2 but finally I realized they were yummy."

"Now evfurry day I git a teaspoon of yummy to make

my medicine go down.  The pate is super good.  I would

eat the whole thing if Lynn put it in front of me.

  Sorry Mackerull, it is made of

burd,  tasty burd, mol."

"I have quickly learned the sound of the spoon crushing the

tiny pill.  And even if I am UTB one mile down the hall, hang a left,

and hidden at the furtherest side, I come running and I even meow!

It's lip smackin' yummy."

By the time she finally started to eat this it had been

nearly 4 full days of no food.  Even then I had to

smear it on her nose to get her to lick.

I'm pleased Precious has grown back her inner ear furs

and her scalp at the inside base of her ears.  I had gotten

so used to these being bare spots I was amazed.

"Lynn, no one wants to look down my ear!"

We had a full rainbow about 7:30 AM on

New Years Eve.  Then a day of fairly constant

rain.  Cold weather is now prevailing.

We wish everyone a very Happy New Year.

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Santa left me a box

 "Lynn, Santa was good to me.  He left me no coal in my stockin', whatevfur that is."

"But I did git boxes to look in.  They were empty!"

"I gotta towel in this one and it is big enough

fur sleepin' in."

"I got a gift furom Miss Ellen and Brody.  A catnip toy

and a nippy Christmas blankie.  I am having fun."

Cards from our blogging furiends.

Zoolatry

                                                  

Ellen of 15 and Meowing

Brian's Home Forever

Kim of Musings on a small life.

Mackerull

J-Cats

Eric and Flynn

I Have 3 Cats/ Cosy Cabin

Gidget

                                              "We hope all our furiends hadda wonderful Christmas

                                           and Happy Hanukkah."

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Trolling

 "I wanna make sure you all realize Lynn was not trolling fur fish. She found a troll doll museum next door to the cat museum!"

"She was so blown away by the sheer number of these

slightly ugly dolls, she furgot to take many photos. So she

took pictures of the brochure and hope you git the idea."

Of all the things to go into the Guinness World Record book!

Outside mural.

Just one display out of 14 rooms!  Unbelievable that one place

had so very many of these trolls.

Most rooms were set up with themes.  One was a football stadium

with troll players and cheer leaders.

"Lynn says her only tiny troll doll was one out of

a bubble gum type machine back when she was young

in the '60's.  That was when these things were living with

dinosaurs."

"Good thing it was the same day as the cat museum.

I would not have liked 2 days of late dinner."

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Getting Ready fur the Christmas

 "Lynn, have we got evfurry thing in order?  Are all my gifts wrapped and under the tree?"

"Here's  my Christmas card fur all

my furiends below.   Lynn and I would be

happy if you took a copy fur the Holidays."

"Lynn and I wish evfurry one of you a very 

Merry Christmas."

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Cats galore

 "Lynn, we are being invaded by the outdoor kitties!"

"Here's that tuxie that chased the skwierl up the 

back door."

"And one of the two black kitties.  This one has

no white.  It's sibling has a white star as a bib.

These both are drinkin' outa the bird/deer dishes.

They are part of the wild cats that are in and out

of our yard a whole lot.  Some folks down the

road a bit keep food out and Lynn sees them

eatin' sometimes when she walks."

"But this fellow is my neighbor Blackie.  He comes

by to eat my wacky weed and hiss at me if the

door is open.  He used to be furiendly, but not 

anymore. He drinks from all the dishes too.  But

he does have people who take care of him a bit.  He's

been around fur a lotta years."

"I am so glad to be an indoor kitty with the only weight of 

the world on my shoulders is a trip to Dr. Feelbad once

in awhile."

We have so many feral cats in our rural community.

I feel bad every day when I see them.  I always hope

they survive the bad weather.  I know they are killing

the birds.  They also get the mice and chipmunks, which

is a good thing.

I did a bit of crocheting for Christmas decorating.

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