Mooning

 July 20, 1969, as far as we know, is the date that the first humans/Earthers stepped on the Moon.

Hate to admit to it, folks, but I watched it live (or was it?) on television, with the rest of my family.

I was a kid, and have always be fascinated by space, our planets, the Sun, and distant mysteries.

As a cat enthusiast, I am sure that cats originated from outer space.

In honor of this impawtant date, please enjoy a few sillies collected from social media:

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Henry as Space Alien Maneki Neko tattoo.

Twenty Years

 18 July, 2004

Angel and Chuck were born.

These two kittens began our everlasting love for cats.

We are so very, very thankful for them!

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Let's Hop!

I Miss Sammy

6/12/14: Sammy's Gone

Angel Sammy left for The Rainbow Bridge four years ago today, and I miss him still.  He wasn't well, and I tried hard to keep him with us, but he'd had enough and was ready to leave.  The veterinarian said that his mouth was 'a mess' when I finally trapped Sammy, and carried him in for a dental procedure.  She felt the kindest thing was to let him go, and as I looking into his eyes, he told me that it was his time.  The veterinarian cried along with me, as Sammy drifted off to Heaven.  However, I still have that twinge of guilt, because maybe we could have administered medicine, by mixing it with his food perhaps.  At that time, neither of us had any experience with pilling or medicating cats, since Chuck wasn't diagnosed with his heart and kidney problems yet.  And Sammy was feral, or the complete opposite of a house-cat.  So, Sammy, I love you and miss you, and hope you can feel my affection for you. 

💔💓Sammy 💓💔

Woofie Wednesday

Maverick has one ear up, Macey's ears are up or down

Maverick

My co-worker's new puppies are the CUTEST!  Even though I had her convinced that it was time for CATS, her husband went out and found these two babies instead.  I LURV German Shepherds, and am enjoying watched these two grow via photos.  Hope to meet them someday in purrson...er, um...pawson?

And thank you all for the well-wishes.  36 years is a really long time, but I'm not that old...must be some fuzzy math involved!  Chucky perked up again; he greeted me this morning, meowing for brekkie, and my heart truly leaped with the joy of it!  If we can keep him eating, then we can keep him here on Earth for that much longer.  No food interests him when he's in that stage; trust me, we've tried everything.  The Hubby says patience and love are the key, and I agree with him. 

Chucky's photo, enhanced by Prisma App

Angel peeking out from the cat flap,
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