Callie's Nap

Kitties, since Sassy got to post her nap picture, I insisted that Mommie post mine today.  Notice that MY furs are much more neat than Sassy's!

Just Chillin' and Relaxin'

Kitties - I was inspired by Spitty's post today showing him sleeping.  So I thought I would show you my just chillin' and relaxin' pose!

Friday Song: I Need a Hero

Kitties - During my recent catnapping horror, I comforted myself by singing a song about my Sweet Ba-Boo.  I think even the evil catnapper enjoyed it because everytime I started singing it he started crying and beating his head against the wall in time to the song!  I have had some kitties ask about this song.  Here it is just for my brave Kozmo, called "I Need A Hero", formerly by Bonnie Tyler, now made famous by me! 

Where have all the good cats gone

And where are all the gods?
Where's the street-wise Brave Kozmo
To fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a black cat upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and I turn and I dream
of what I need

I need Kozmo

I'm holding out for Kozmo 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta have a FBI badge
I need Kozmo
I'm holding out forKozmo 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life

We Have Been Awarded!

Kitties - over the last couple of weeks, we have been honored with some awards.  They are as follows: 

From Nellie and my Sweet Ba-Boo, Kozmo we received the ONE SWEET BLOG award. 

Sassy says that even though this award came from my boycat friend, it must have been intended for her because there is nothing sweet about me.  Well, really....who knew that cats could have PMS!
We are supposed to give this award to five other bloggers.  This award has been making the rounds, so some of my blogs may have already received it, but here it goes: 

King Spitty - this is from Sassy - I still haven't forgotten the "furry floozy" comment!

Glogirly - because she really knows how to handle her bling!

Noir's Nook - because he is a fellow Texas cat and you know everything is bigger and better in Texas

Brian's Blog - because he helps so many cats get a home

Chey - because she is a kitty with a 'tude.


My next award is from brandi and it is the Wonderful Team Member Readership Award.

We are suppose to complete this sentence:  A good reader is "someone who actually gets my sense of humor.  So few do....."  This award has also been passed around a lot so I am just going to take the easy way out for this on and the next and say if you have not already received it, please feel free to award it to yourself!  You deserve it. 

Lastly, but definitely not least, we also received the Addictive Blog Award from Nerissa.  For this award, we are supposed to say why we blog.  Well....I think the world just needs a little Callie in their life! 

The Illegimate Grand-Cat of Elvis

Kitties - While Mommie was living it up in San Antonio (and I was suffering in a non-feng shui cage) she attended a street carnival.  At it there was a non-singing Elvis impersonator.  He was so bad, he was good!  See, Mommie has always had a soft spot for Elvis.  She was born and mostly grew up in Pontotoc, Mississippi - a town right outside of Tupelo, Mississippi, the birthplace of Elvis.  She even has some kinfolk who claim they knew Elvis growing up.  So, you know if only my Mommie's mom hadn't have that whole "be true to her wedding vows" thing, Mommie could have been the illegimate child of Elvis!  Which would make me the illegimate grand-cat of Elvis.  Can't you see a family resemblance?

Here is the video Mommie took of the Elvis impersonator.  She took it on her iphone, from a distance away so the quality is not great, but this guy is so funny even with bad audio and video he is enjoyable to watch!

 

Well, I Survived The Prison.....

Kitties - Callie here.  Well, Mommie finally decided to wander home and rescue me from my dank, dark rat-infested (and not in a good way!) prison.  (Mommie:  actually both of the kitties were in a very nice sunlight filled quiet cat room.)  Well, yeah, but it was not arranged according to Feng Shui principles so I suffered!

Yeah, she did call once to check on me, but I was too busy fighting off a prison gang of rogue dogs.  They have me backed into a check and was threating to give me a "Dawgs Rule" tatoo.  Only by bravely facing them down did I walk away without a tat. (Mommie:  actually, when I called, she was sleeping in her private cage, on a soft cat bed....)  Okay, I was sleeping, but the bed was not ergomonically supported, so I suffered!

I had to sleep with one eye open, as the people kept coming by poking me through the bars.  (Mommie:  First of all, her cage did not have "bars" and secondly, the only thing they gave her was extra treats and spoiling...)  But, they were not range free chicken treats....so I suffered!

Finally, the name of this place really confused me.  It was called Pappy's Pet Lodge.  But my birth Mommie told me all about my father.  He was the crown prince-cat of Alquiqonia.  He had to tragically leave my birth mother shortly after they met because evil terrorists were threatening his kingdom.   So obviously, this was not Pappy's Pet Lodge, I mean what would the crown prince-cat of Alquiqonia be doing running a pet boarding place in Texas?  (Mommie:  yeah, Callie, about the story that your birth mom told you about your papa.  Now that you are older, we should talk...)  What, have you heard from my Papa, is he coming to visit??

And what did the Mommie bring me back from San Antonio?  Nothing!  Yes, you read that right!  The cheapskate....

Livestrong 2012 Day - My Sister's Story

Kitties - the Mommie here.  I was not going to post while on vacation, but then realized what today was.  I certainly knew that October was Breast Cancer Awareness month, because you see my sister died from breast cancer four years ago.  Here is her story. 

My sister, Glenda, was a young mother of two children, ages 2 and 4 when she was diagnosed with breast cancer.  She was 32.  She had no symptoms.  Glenda had gone in to have her annual exam.  She knew there was a problem when after the doctor did the regular breast exam, he paused, did it again, then said, under his breath "oh, sh*t".  Within a week, Glenda had surgery to remove her breast. 

The rest of this story is about Glenda's fierce battle against cancer.  She survived that round, but over the next 15 years, had two other rounds with the big C.  After the last time, because of the large amount of chemo necessary, her heart was damaged.  She immediately went on the heart transplant list.  After a couple of years of failing health, Glenda was admitted to ICU and her family was called to say goodbye.  In an absolute miracle, a heart became available the next day and Glenda had a heart transplant.  While her health was still comprised (don't believe what you see on TV, one does not get up and go dancing immediately after a transplant!), Glenda was given two more years of life.  During this time, she got to see one of her children start college and another graduate from high school. 

Glenda fought a long and hard battle with cancer.  She lost a breast to it, fought out two more round with it, had a heart transplant because of it and eventually lost the battle.  Or at least that is the way it looks on paper.   But see, I don't see it that way.  Yes, cancer did in the long run cause her death - but she refused to let it take her away from her kids when they were toddlers.  She denied cancer victory when it struck again and again as the children were in elementary school.  She survived a heart transplant to see her kids graduate from high school.  Cancer may have taken my sister, but before it did my sister slapped it around some and made it follow her timetable.