Warm & Wonderful Wednesday

Rocky here, but shhhh. It's very cold here today, so my mom set up a special place for our geriatricat Callie and we don't want to wake her while she warms her achy old bones ....

But I want to quietly thank all my blogging friends for giving us such a happy day yesterday on my sisterbean Tiffany's birthday and making my family feel as warm inside as Callie. Even though my mom lives in the US and Tiffany lives in Italy, your love brought them together! You gave Tiffany such a wonderful surprise when she was showered with birthday greetings from all over the world ... more birthday wishes than she's ever received on any birthday of her life!

I was eavesdropping when my mom called Tiffany last night at the exact moment she was born, 7:34 pm (1:34 am Rome time!) and all they could talk about was YOU, my wonderful friends!

I worried that it would be a sad day, and there would be flood disasters with my mom's eyes leaking all over the US and Tiffany's leaking all over Rome. Oh, they leaked all right, but it was happy leaks, not sad ones! My mom says she used to feel lonely because Tiffany is so far away and because she's lost so many loved ones in the last few years ... but now that she's been blessed with all of you, our wonderful kitty-loving blogging family, she'll never be lonely again!

Thank you so very, very much!

Without Mom Wednesday

I, Callie, cannot exist without my human artist mom. See how sad and lonely I am? She has been away visiting friends and their cats, many of whom lived with us before they went to their furrever homes with mom's friends.

First she left me to go visit her friend Terry, who is owned by four cats. Two of them, Rhoda Sue and Taz, lived with us a long time ago. Rhoda Sue is a calico we found yowling and homeless in an alley when she was only 3 weeks old.


Taz, a lynx point meezer, was adopted from a "breeder" when he was 6 weeks old and full of fleas and mites. He earned his name because he was a little Tazmanian Devil!

Then she left me to go visit her friend, Jim. He is owned by only one cat now, Squidler, who is the great-granddaugher of Silvie, a beautiful white angora we rescued as a homeless adult roaming the neighborhood. My mom had to take Silvie over the Rainbow Bridge last year. Squidler is a petite little tabby whose tummy looks like she's trying to be a bengal.

Oh, listen! I hear mom's Jeep now! Should I be peeved and huffy and standoffish to pay her back for leaving me? Or should I meet her at the door with purrs and headbutts? Oh, I can't help myself -- purrs and headbutts it is!