Why we haven't been blogging or visiting lately ...

Now that she's feeling better-ish, Mom has told us that we can start blogging again, but with limitations. From February 12 - February 24th, Mom was in Kaiser Zion Hospital's surgical ward getting her right pinky toe amputated 'cuz she caught a staph infection in a blister she had from some new shoes an' it got gangrene an' had to get removed. Then they had to remove some spongy bone from that foot, too. Oh, an' she found out that she's a Type 2 diabetic and has high blood pressure, too.

Since she's recovering from her surgery, she wears a wound-vac on her right foot an' has to have home care nurses three times a week. They don't want cat hair in the wound, so we're banished from the bedroom, but we snoopervise anyway (no one's gonna stop me from being Velcro-ed to Mom!)

She is under "house arrest" an' can't do ANYTHING but go to doctor appointments until her podiatrist clears her, so we've been cuddling.

That's the story for now.
DMM, Sparky Fuzzypants an' "Nurse" Charmee

Sooper Bowl shoppin'

Mom an' Grandma went out shoppin' to investigate Smart cars 'cuz Uncle James' Honda Passport died this week an' he needs wheels to get to his job. Since he can't afford furry much in the way of cars, he's gonna lease something small an' inexpensive. Mom has been reading about those totally cute Smart cars, so she an' Grandma drove to Kearny Mesa to look at 'em an' take a test drive. Apparently, Smart cars are part of the Mercedes-Benz auto group an' Siri on Mom's iPhone is pretty stupid 'cuz Siri couldn't find 'em easily. But Mom is pretty smart an' knows her city an' country quite well. They found 'em an' sat in a bunch of 'em.

Uncle James will be getting one called Passion. That one comes in Pink Hello Kitty!. I don't think he's getting that one, though. Drat!

He has an interview for a teaching job tomorrow in the early afternoon (paws crossed!) an' will sign the lease for his new wheels after that. Yay!

DMM

A Mystery?

On June 20th, 2003, Lucky Charmz ... known as Charmee ... came into our lives as a tiny little fellow with white furs, a light brown stripy crew cut, and a dark brown K-Mart tail. He didn’t look like any cats from our neighborhood. We know this ‘cuz we spend lots of time watching the street from our perches in the windows, an’ the only cats we saw were brown Tabbies or Orinch. Charmee is mostly Meezer. Oh, an’ his eyes are blue.

The date is familiar to us ‘cuz it was Mom’s last day of school before summer vacation an’ it was Grandma an’ Grandad’s anniversary. They were with us ‘cuz Mom got them a gift card to a restaurant as a present an’ they were going to redeem it. Grandma was driving an’ Grandad was waiting to get in the green masheen when he suddenly hollered, “STOP!” Grandma put on the brakes an’ Grandad looked near the rear tires where he saw Charmee walking. He scooped up Charmee an’ brought him into the house where Mom was cutting her hair. Grandma came in, too. She an’ Mom examined Charmee who was laying quietly in Grandma’s hands. She filled the sink with warm water while Mom got the cat shampoo, an’ they gave Charmee a bath to get rid of the myriad fleas that were feasting on his tender kitten self. He LOVED the warm bath and all of the attention, so he immediately started to purr. He purred an’ purred while Mom dried him off. Mom decided to keep him ‘cuz his eyes were blue like hers. Grandma called him “Lucky” an’ Mom’s “Prince Charming,” so his name became Lucky Charmz.

The big mystery is: Where did he come from? Who was his momma? and Why would someone put a tiny little fellow like he was under an SUV where he would assuredly be killed?