Life is my litterbox ... Grab the SCOOP!

Thursday, November 30, 2006

Happy Birthday, Uncle James!

Today is our Uncle James' 36th birthday. He's Mom's little brother and the dad of our cousin, Shadow Saluki. He promised us some cake if we gave him a little shout-out (and plugged Shadow Saluki's blog) ... Okay, Uncle James ... Pony up with the cake, dude!

Look at what SKEEZIX sent to our mom!

Guess what Mom got in the mail from our bestest friend, Skeezix?

That's right!! She got an official "Cats in Hats" birthday card with Skeezix himself on it!

She was really impressed with Skeezix's penmanship (or should that be penCATship??). I've scanned the card here for all of you to see.

Skeezix is FAMOUS in the blogosphere, but he's also an entrepreneur who has licensed his image on all sorts of cool stuff. He's even convinced his big brother, Mao, to appear on some of his merchandise, too.

Ah, Skeezix. So young (and joosy!) and yet, so handsome. The best thing ... next to Skeezix's gorgeous blue eyes and pink beaky-beak on the front of the card ... was that the card was "signed" by Skeezix, Mao, Tripper the Stray Cat, and the super-sexy (sorry Kukka-Maria, but I calls 'em like I sees 'em) Rocky the Gutter Cat. Meeee-owwwww!

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Tuesday: Tuxedo, Tortie, Tabby, Tummy ... TOWELS??!?

Hmmm ... I was cruising through Mom's stash of digital photos looking for something to post for a Tuesday. I came up empty. What's the deal with that? So, I'm scraping the bottom of the barrel, but still keeping the "T" theme alive with today's post: TOWEL Tuesday. Here are two of the Feline Americans after a load of laundry. They're the "fluff" and "Snuggle" quality-control inspectors who check each and every towel for fluffy softness and that unique Snuggle fragrance (not to mention lack of static-cling). Cocoa Puff and Lucky Charmz take their jobs VERY seriously, and are up to the task whenever the dryer beeps its siren song. Uh, oh ... I hear it now: Beee-beee-beee-beee-beeeppppp!

Monday, November 27, 2006

Happy 39th Birthday, Mom!

Mom doesn't really like birthdays because she doesn't want anyone to fuss over her. I LIKE birthdays ... anybody's in general and MINE in particular, so I'm letting everyone in the blogosphere know that it's Mom's birthday.

Like I mentioned in the post title, Mom's thirty-nine years old today (11/27/1967) which is three times as old as me. Mom's students tell her that she doesn't look thirty-nine ... I agree ... but they do always ask her if she was a hippie in the '60s. Dumb teenagers! Mom was a BABY in the '60s!!! Besides, Mom looks as young as she feels.

Just wait until next year when she turns FORTY. I want to have a party (I'll start planning right away so that you all can teleport in for some cake and ice cream ... Oooo, and I'll get some party hats, too!)

The grandparents are taking her to P.F. Chang's China Bistro (whatever THAT is) for her birthday dinner and she's going out to Outback Steakhouse with her girlfriends tomorrow night. Needless to say, I'm hoping for kitty bags from BOTH places with maybe some shrimp or chicken for me ... I'm not greedy! I'm sharing in her special day, right? I should get something for my selflessness ... It's only fair!

Anyway, I wanna wish my mom a HUGE "Happy Birthday" from the Feline Americans and me ...
DaisyMae Maus

Happy Birthday, Mom! I hope that you get whatever you wish for when you blow out that forest-fire worth of candles ... Thanks for choosing a vanilla ice cream cake so we can all have some (especially Cocoa Puff).

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Busy Sunday!

Whew ... It's nearly three o'clock and I've gotten a lot done for a Sunday. I supervised Mom's completion of her holiday pins for her colleagues. She made over 100 "Merry Christ-moose" clay pins. I helped with the glazing and the gluing of the pinbacks. I think that I got a contact high (much more potent than 'nip) from the Goop.

After the pins, I participated in lunch. I only got a tiny piece of burger (Carl's Jr.) because I heaved Eukanuba kibbles all over the Sunday comics. It's a good thing that Mom had already read them.

Finally, I helped my great-aunt with her brand new Blogger page. It's called "Everyday" and it features Suzanne and Benjamin. You'd like it and can find it at Everyday. I'm sure that our auntie would love to have you visit and make comments at her blog. She'll be featuring Suzanne and Benjamin, but also other things about her life and work in the Pacific Northwest (or NorthWET ... if you prefer). Stop by and tell her that I sent you!

Still much more to do on this Sunday, 'cuz tomorrow's Mom's birthday ...

DaisyMae Maus

Saturday, November 25, 2006

CALLING ALL BLOGGERS! NEW blogger's got the blues!

Poor Shadow: Few visitors, no comments ...

We'll, my cousin Shadow Saluki joined the blogosphere less than two days ago. That's a good thing. He's only had two comments. That's a bad thing.

He's been posting like crazy (at Shadow Saluki) to make up for all of the lost time, but nobody has been stopping by to introduce themselves. He's got a tiny blog-roll going with a few kitties and woofies on it, but no one has offered their links.

He's so depressed that he's likely to spend the evening outside baying at the moon ... And since I live in his neighborhood, I'll HEAR him. So ... PLEASE visit his bloggie (Shadow Saluki) and leave him some comments soon!

The moon's already up here in San Diego and it's gonna get dark in about half-an-hour ... I don't think I can stand an evening of his off-key, TUNELESS baying ... If you can't leave a comment, at least leave some sheet music ... He's got a tin ear.

Please visit him at his blog: Shadow Saluki. He would love to have some visitors of any kind: Feliners, woofies, fluffies, ratties ... He'd love to meet you all.

Let me repeat that address: Shadow Saluki.

(In the distance ... )
Ahhhh-ooooooo! Baarhhhrrooooo! Owwww-owwww-owwhooooo!

Argh! It's starting already! Help! Help! Does anyone have any earplugs?
DaisyMae Maus

DaisyMae's "Word of the Day": MEGA-CAT

Here's another informative vocabulary lesson to build your FELINE LEXICON ...

From DaisyMae's Feline Dictionary of Terms and Phrases, the phrase of the day is:

MEGA-CAT 1. (noun) ... meh-guh kat ... A super-sized feline characterized by weight exceeding 18 pounds. Typical specimens have large appetites for stinky goodness and treats, bountiful flab skirts, and extra junk in the trunk. Additionally, but not required, is floofy (thanks, Fat Eric) fur enhancing a cat's "mega" status.

See also: Widebody (as in "Widebody Wednesday" when mega-cats are showcased)

Sentence examples:
1. Cocoa Puff is a mega-cat weighing in at well over 28 pounds with a personality as large as his girth.
2. Pumpkin, at 18 pounds, barely qualifies as a mega-cat ... but he does have plentiful flab and enormous feet.
3. When a mega-cat jumps onto a lap, the lap KNOWS it.

Friday, November 24, 2006

Mmmmm ... Turkey!

Ode to Left-Over Turkey
by DaisyMae Maus

Left-over turkey: It hides in the ‘fridge.
Oh, left-over turkey: Yes, I’d like a smidge!
There’s room in my tummy that one thing will fill;
That left-over turkey will sure fit the bill.
Left-over turkey looks good on my plate!
My left-over turkey is tastin’ so great!
I don’t want the giblets or meat dark as night.
With left-over turkey, the breast is just right!
Don’t give me gravy or sauce made with wine,
Some left-over turkey alone is just fine.
Thanksgiving dinner was over too fast ...
But left-over turkey will last ... and last ... and last! Burp!

Thursday, November 23, 2006


Our Cousin Shadow has a brand new bloggie!

Even though he's a woofie, we're still mighty proud to announce the debĂșt of our cousin's brand-new blog: SHADOW SALUKI. He's just startin' out, but he'd love to have your visits and comments as he dips his K9 paws into the blogosphere. Feel free to add him to your blogroll, if you'd like. He's mostly bark ... and very little bite.
DaisyMae Maus

Turkey Day: The Aftermath ...

After hours of cooking ... with quality assurance provided by Charmee from his vantage point above the kitchen ... we could SMELL the turkey in the air!

Sparky Fuzzypants had given himself a tongue bath so that he could look his best at the holiday table.

Dinner was ready at 5:15 PM with the table set, the candles lit, and a fully-rested turkey ready for carving. By 5:20 PM, I was sitting patiently ready to sample the fruits of Grandma's labors (In her defense, Mom did make the mashed potatoes ...).

I said "grace" and recited my original composition:
A Cat's Prayer of Thanksgiving.
Efurryone was duly impressed with my eloquence.

Then I waited PATIENTLY for my turkey to be served.

This is what I looked like during the whole time that I was eating ...
I had PERFECT manners.

This is what Mom claims I looked AND acted like while I was eating.

Mom says that we can tell who is lying by the condition of the turkey post-"feeding frenzy."

I can tell you that after my Thanksgiving feast,
I was too stuffed to play with even the most enticing of toys!

Give me an hour and I'll be ready for PIE!

Happy Thanksgiving, Efurryone!

In honor of my first Thanksgiving in the blogosphere,
I have written an original prayer ...

by DaisyMae Maus

O merciful Lord,
Since I have been blessed with plenty to eat,
help me to remember the hungry cats who forage and go without;
Since I have a lap to knead and a warm place to sleep at night,
help me to remember the feral cats who know fear and uncertainty;
Since I have a home and people who care for my every need,
help me to remember those who are still seeking forever homes;
Since I am without pain,
help me to remember those who suffer and ease their burdens,
Since I have life,
help me to appreciate those at the Rainbow Bridge;
And through remembering, help me to be thankful for good health and all of my blessings.
Please open the hearts of others who can help me to do Your work.

Lacey Bunns gets ready for her Thanksgiving Feast! Dig in!

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

W-I-D-E-B-O-D-Y Wednesday! My brother Huckleberry Finn

Well, with less than twenty-four hours until the carving of the turkey (and the stuffing of the cats ... hee, hee), I'm dedicating today's "Widebody Wednesday" to my late brother, Huckleberry Finn. As you can tell from this pose, Finn took his poundage very seriously. He was nicknamed "Polar Berry" because of his layers of thick flab and his plushy fur. I miss him. He's been at the Rainbow Bridge for over a year and a half.

So, enjoy your "Widebody Wednesday" ... and your Turkey Day, too!

DaisyMae Maus

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

If you can't beat 'em ... EAT 'EM!

You'll never believe what Mom fed us for dinner tonight!

Everyone knows that the Feline Americans and I share a can of Sheba "stinky goodness" paté every night when Mom gets home from work. Well, she went to the San Diego Zoo's "You Belong in the Zoo" 5K on Saturday and Petco (Where the pets go!) was giving away free cans of stinky goodness made by Dick Van Patten's (Yeah, the "Eight is Enough" dad!) pet food company called Natural Balance.

We really enjoyed the food, so Mom bought a case of assorted 6 ounce cans for us that very night. Anyway, to make a long story short, one of the flavors is called Venison with Green Pea ... and like we did, you're probably saying to yourself, "Self: That "venison" name sounds pretty familiar. Oh where have I heard that name before?"

Hold onto your hats, loyal readers: VENISON is really vishus deer!!! And guess what else? It was REALLY good!

So, I guess the point of this whole story is that we can SAVE young, juicy cats from certain peril by EATING the vishus deer instead! Amazing, huh?? Yeah, I thought so, too. Chow down on as many cans of venison and green pea as you can and we might be able to rid the forests of that devasting monster known as the vishus deer!!! Score another point for CATS United to Remove Vishus Deer (CURVD)!

DaisyMae Maus

TUXEDO TUESDAY, TOO ... Meet Meemaw!

Since it's so close to Thanksgiving, I've decided to dedicate this week's Tuxedo Tuesday, Too to the cat who started it all: Meemaw. Her "gotcha" story is interesting. The house next door was vacant and one day Mom was sitting on the back stairs of her house watching the sunset when she saw a little tuxedo cat trying without success to catch a grasshopper. Mom had only Peaches (her dog) at the time, so she went inside for a handful of dog food to entice the cat into coming over. Needless to say, the dog food attracted the starving cat BIG TIME, but the kibbles were too big. Mom started putting the kibbles into her own mouth to crunch them into pieces to feed to the cat. Mom thought that the cat was just a kitten because she was so small and delicate ... But, she wasn't. She was a "momma" kitty with four five-week-old kittens to feed ... Mom's sweetness to the cat earned the cat's trust. That very evening, Meemaw moved three of her kittens (the fourth had been stolen by an IDIOT which led to the kitten's untimely trip to the Rainbow Bridge before his first birthday) to Mom's porch and then into Mom's house. If it weren't for Meemaw's pioneering encounter with Mom, I doubt that I'd be living here today. So ... three cheers for Meemaw and a debt of gratitude/thanks for paving the way for formerly homeless cats like me.

Monday, November 20, 2006

Birthday Wishes!

We wanna say "Happy Birthday" to our boy, Shadow. He's lived with his "parents," our Uncle James and Aunt Lori, for two years as of today, but he's really turning FIVE! We got him a big, bone-shaped tin full of blue poo-poo bags for when he goes on his walkies. We also got him a bright orange slicker, but it turns out that "large" is really pretty small, so it doesn't fit. Sigh.

Anyway, Happy Birthday!

DaisyMae Maus

Sunday, November 19, 2006

Mom gets some weird emails ...

A friend of Mom's sent this to her and she shared it with me. Some of it made sense, but some was REALLY patronizing ... So, I customized it a bit.
DaisyMae Maus

Subject: PETS
To be posted VERY LOW on the refrigerator door - nose height.

Dear Cats (and Dogs, if the dogs can get someone to read it to 'em),

The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate of food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest. -- Whaddya mean??? What's mine is mine and what's "yours" is mostly mine, too. Besides, a piece of cat hair in the food just makes it all the more tasty!

The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run and take up much more surface area when I land. -- Note to Mom: We don't have stairs. We block your way through the hall because we wanna be picked up. Be a little more dense, okay?

I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed ("Cannot," Mom ... I think it's more like "Will not"). I am very sorry about this. Cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm. -- Uh. Right. ANOTHER note to Mom: You have a full-sized bed. You COULD get one two sizes larger if you're desperate for elbow room. You could also diet. I know ... cheap shot.

For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years -- feline attendance is not mandatory and neither is grabbing my toes under the door! -- We just wanna know what you're doing. There's no door on our litter boxes, so privacy for you shouldn't be happening. Besides, Charmee wants to participate!

The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other cat's butt. --Okay, okay. But we're still gonna kiss you after we clean our 'nether parts' ... You know that you love that.

I cannot stress this enough!

To pacify you, my dear pets, I have posted the following message on our front door:

To All Non-Pet Owners Who Visit and Like to Complain About Our Pets:

1. They live here. You don't.

2. If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. (That's why they call it "fur"niture.)

3. I like my pets a lot better than I like most people: YOU included.

4. To you, it's an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter
who is short, hairy, walks on all fours, and doesn't speak clearly.

Remember: Cats are better than kids because they:
1. Eat less
2. Don't ask for money all the time
3 Are easier to train and FAR MORE PLEASANT!
4. Usually come when called
5. Never drive your car
6. Don't hang out with drug-using friends
7. Don't smoke or drink
8. Don't worry about having to buy the latest fashions
9. Don't wear your clothes
10. Don't need a gazillion dollars for college, and
11. Can be involuntarily neutered!
(NOTE: I found the real #11 about selling the cat's children to be really offensive, so I changed it. DMM)

Reprint from Skeezix's "Tails of Devotion" contest ...

I found out that Mom entered Skeezix's "Tails of Devotion" contest with my "gotcha" story. What can I say?? I was touched ... and so I copied it here in case you don't find your way to the contest site to vote. I don't need to win the contest ... I've ALREADY won with the best mom ever ... Sniff.
I love you!
DaisyMae Maus

BFF: DaisyMae Maus and Me

My students often ask where I’ve gotten my pets and my usual response is that they’ve just “shown up” and I’ve taken them in because no one else seemed interested in doing the right thing. I’ve loved and cared for each of these cats without favoring one over the others ... Until I met DaisyMae Maus. There are special animals, and then there’s DaisyMae. People anthropomorphize their pets and claim that they are their furry “kids.” DaisyMae is different. She’s not my furry child; she’s my friend. I value her friendship even more so than that of my human friends. We communicate on a very deep level; me with my voice and tummy rubs; she with her eyes, body language, and innate ability to sense when something is lacking. She’s been this way from the first moment that I met her. We bonded immediately as if we’d been together in a former life and had known each other forever.

DaisyMae Maus’s mother belonged to a woman living up the street who was futilely trying to raise eight children (and who was barely keeping her head above water) so she had little time for herself, let alone a pet. The mother cat, Patches, gave birth to three very cute kittens and died soon after due to poisoning. The kittens were left to fend for themselves against eight children who were alternately neglectful and cruel. They ate what they could find which was usually pizza crust or cheap dog food (Why not catfood? I have no idea.). Fortunately, the middle child who had some empathy for the kittens, knew that I had cats of my own, so he brought his kittens down to meet me so that he could ask for advice. His kittens found that they liked my attention and calmness, and would come running as soon as I arrived home from work each day. The boy had named them “Frisky,” “Fuzzball,” and “Spot.” “Frisky” became DaisyMae (DaisyMae told me that her name was “Maus,” so that became tacked on and is used as a nickname); “Fuzzball,” her brother, became Huckleberry Finn; and the other girl became Priscilla.

Nearly a year passed with daily visits. The kittens grew into well-adjusted cats who were spending more and more time at my house. I would sneak them into my house to bathe them, remove their fleas, and put ointment on Finny’s sunburned ears. I smuggled them to the mobile pet vet for shots and to have them altered. For all intents and purposes, I was caring for the neighbor’s pets as if they were my own ... and each evening, the middle child would come to collect his cats and usher them home. Little did he know that they were climbing out the window and coming back to sleep on my patio.

DaisyMae Maus was becoming the most attached and the most fiercely committed to me. I taught her to come to me by making a “kiss-kiss” sound. Where ever she was, she’d immediately stop what she was doing and come running to my side. She’d climb up the chainlink fence each night so that she could sleep on top of the metal storage shed outside my bedroom window. Hers was the last face I saw before I went to bed and the first face I saw each morning. She’d scooch herself up against the window screen so that I could pet her fur through the screen and she’d purr the most delicious, throaty purr I’d ever heard ... But as much as I wanted to, I couldn’t bring her and her siblings in to live with me because they didn’t belong to me.

The neighbors began making preparations to move to Oregon and I was devastated. They were going to take the cats away where they’d most certainly meet violent ends. As the moving van got packed, I waited for the middle child to come and collect his pets. Darkness fell, yet the cats stayed on my patio. The tension was palpable and I silently prayed that they would abandon at least Huckleberry Finn and DaisyMae Maus as I knew that Priscilla belonged to the mother. And I was right. The moving van drove away without my two patio dwellers. They’d been abandoned.

After the red tail lights disappeared around the corner, I scooped up both cats and brought them inside ... to stay. I’d never seen two cats more grateful to be indoors and loved. That first night, DaisyMae Maus slept at the head of my bed right next to my pillow and purred non-stop.

Both lived happily in my household with the other Feline Americans until Huckleberry Finn’s death in May of 2005. Since they were birthmates and amazingly close, I was worried that DaisyMae might mourn her brother and become depressed as some closely bonded cats will do. I needn’t have worried. DaisyMae cuddled with me and we grieved together.

As you’ve likely learned from the contents of her blog, DaisyMae Maus is opinionated and bossy, but she truly does care about her housemates, the Feline Americans. She’s still my “Beautiful Baby Girl” and she still spends each night sleeping beside my pillow purring her deep, comforting purr.

I’m certain that I’ll know many more cats in my lifetime, but none will affect me as completely as DaisyMae Maus. She is like no other. She is my best friend.


Saturday, November 18, 2006

DaisyMae's "Word of the Day": MELON

Here's another informative vocabulary lesson to build your FELINE LEXICON ...

From DaisyMae's Feline Dictionary of Terms and Phrases, the word of the day is:

MELON 1. (noun) ... meh-luhn ... A feline's head with such obvious features as a pair of ears (or satellite dishes), a beaky-beak, a mouth, and a pair of luminous peepers.

Sentence examples:
1. Charmee got clunked on the melon with an ornament as he shinnied up the Christmas tree.
2. DaisyMae likes being scratched on the melon just between her ears and will purr like a psycho the whole time.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

It's a week until my FAVORITE holiday!

Mom reminded me that it's only a week until my favorite of all human food-related holidays: Thanksgiving. I've learned a lot in my twelve years of Thanksgivings (I'll give a run down of my thoughts on that subject next week) and so, I have to give "props" where they are due. Fudge Ripple taught me how to be persistant. Meows and pats on a human thigh tend to yield the most favorable results. Toby taught me that when Fudgie's way doesn't work, it's okay to reach up with your paw and try to snag yourself some turkey. Percy taught me the head-bob ("Food ... Yes ... Now!"). But the one who taught me how to camp out in the empty chair at the dinner table so that my presence is known and I'm fed was the Feline American runt: Lacey Bunns. Lacey was the master at securing more than her share of tidbits. For such a tiny girl, she had a huge appetite and a varied palate. I've gotten my ravenous appetite from Miss Bunns of Lace and I'll try just about anything ... Mmm .... All of this writing about Thanksgiving has gotten me hungry for turkey. Since it's still a week away ... ARGH! ... I'll have to settle for posting a Thanksgiving photo of Lacey Bunns in her place at the dinner table. This photo was taken in 1989 when Lacey was a little over a year old. For those who know how TINY Skeezix the Cat (celebrity blogger and pink-wearing manly man) is, he'd seem HUGE next to Lacey Bunns. If you remember, save me some white meat and some gravy ... Nummy!

DaisyMae Maus

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

W-I-D-E-B-O-D-Y Wednesday! Dolly Pop

Just in time for another edition of "The Feline Americans' Widebody Wednesday." Today, we're featuring a widebody who's no longer with us: Miss Dolly Pop! Mom claims that Dolly was built like an ottoman on legs. She was short and WIDE with some of the longest fur that I'd ever seen in all of my nearly thirteen years. Dolly liked ALL men, cat treats, headbutting people in the shins, and having her belly patted ... Mom played her like a musical instrument. Mom would hold Dolly and pat her on the belly. Dolly would make a grumbly moaning sound and Mom would pat faster or slower to change the sound. Dolly's nickname was the "poopaphone" and she looked like really annoyed furry bagpipes. You had to be there ...

DaisyMae Maus

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Tummy Tuesday!

Since I don't have a fetching picture of my tuxedo-ed tummy to post today, I'll just call my posting "Tummy Tuesday." Here's our very own Lucky Charmz showing off his brown spot and all of that white wanna-Meezer fur.
DaisyMae Maus

Saturday, November 11, 2006

DaisyMae's "Word of the Day": 'KINI

Here's another informative vocabulary lesson to build your FELINE LEXICON ...

From DaisyMae's Feline Dictionary of Terms and Phrases, the word of the day is:

'KINI 1. (noun) ... key knee ... Diminutive of "bikini." Reference to the fur of the groin area, especially in the case of a bicolor feline possessing a white triangle of fur much like a woman's bikini bottom (or a 'banana hammock' in the case of a Speedo-wearing, attractiveness-delusional male). The 'kini is a good place for tickling when one encounters a 'Tummy Tuesday'-posing feline. In many cases, what starts off as a 'kini often becomes a 'flab skirt' (see recent posting) after early-age neutering or excessive partaking of treats.

Sentence examples:
1. DaisyMae Maus has a white 'kini that she exposes for tickling and/or teasing.
2. After being neutered at an early age, Cocoa Puff's and Pumpkin's cute little 'kinis became bodacious "flab skirts."

Friday, November 10, 2006

Veterans' Day 2006: Honoring those who served and those who continue to serve

Tomorrow, we'll be celebrating Veterans' Day in the United States ... It is a day during which we honor those brave men and women who served (and continue to serve) our country in the Armed Services in both times of peace and times of conflict. Not to be confused with Memorial Day when we celebrate the contributions of military people who died during or after serving our country, Veterans' Day is when we show our appreciation to those service people who are still living.

Our very own grandpa was a chief petty officer in the United States Navy and served during the Viet Nam Era as a gunfire control technician. He retired in 1982 with twenty-five years of service. Our Uncle Frank and Uncle Rich (who died last week) served in the US Navy, too. We'll be sure to remember Uncle Rich on Memorial Day.

Be sure to remember our service people not only stateside, but also serving our interests in the Persian Gulf, Asia, Europe, and elsewhere around the globe. Their selfless dedication to keeping us safe and protecting democracy allows us to have this federal "holiday" that many take for granted. Say a little purr-rayer today for their safety and a little purr-rayer of thanks for the freedoms that we enjoy.

Happy Veterans' Day, effurry-one ... God bless our service people and God Bless America!
DaisyMae Maus and the Feline Americans

Thursday, November 09, 2006

Happy birthday wishes to our grandma!

Yesterday ... November 8th ... was our grandma's birthday. We wanna wish her many more wonderful birthdays and tell her how much we love her.

Headbutts and many purrs,
DaisyMae Maus and the Feline Americans

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

W-I-D-E-B-O-D-Y Wednesday!

Finally, a day just MADE for mega-cats like Cocoa Puff and Pumpkin. I must send props to Rocky the Gutter Cat for creating such a perfect day to celebrate feline fluff, flab, and just-plain fat. Here's our first "Widebody Wednesday" post ...

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Tuxedo Tuesday, Too! /Tummy Tuesday!

Belly! Belly! Belly! Check out my soft, creamy belly! Don'tcha just wanna tickle my warm, fuzzy belly? You know that you wanna! You know that it's nearly impossible to resist! C'mon ... pet the belly! After all, it is Tuxedo and Tummy Tuesday ... Give in the the siren song that is my tuxedoed tummy!

Dona Nobis Pacem

Pets For Peace 2006

Monday, November 06, 2006

Don't furr-get to VOTE!

With tomorrow being Election Day, Mom asked me to use my forum to ask you all to remind your humans to get out and vote! Mom always votes by absentee ballot, so she took care of her balloting issues last week. There are many important issues being bandied about in major cities (and minor ones, too) nationwide.

Those of you across the pond or living up there in the Great White North probably have your own special voting opportunities, too [it would be interesting to find out if you voted on the first Tuesday in November like we do here (well, the "we" I'm speaking of is American humans since we felines don't get to vote much except for contests with Skeezix or the 2Bs)] ... Anyway, exercise your right to vote and make your preferences heard.

Mom always tells her students that we don't have a right to complain if we're unwilling to take a few moments to vote.
Okay, okay ... I'll step down from my soapbox now ... Justdon'tforgettovote!!!

DaisyMae Maus

Saturday, November 04, 2006

DaisyMae's "Word of the Day": GENTLEMAN CAT

Here's another informative vocabulary lesson to build your FELINE LEXICON ...

From DaisyMae's Feline Dictionary of Terms and Phrases, the phrase of the day is:

GENTLEMAN CAT 1. (noun) ... jehn-tul-muhn kat ... An honorific signifying one who was formerly a "tom" has been neutered and is now free to enjoy more stimulating intellectual and social pursuits rather than simply "roaming 'round the hoochies" leaving kittens in his wake. (See also: post-hoohahectomy male)

Sentence example:
1. The Feline-Americans are a group of five gentleman cats and one lady.
2. After becoming a gentleman cat, Scraps ended his wandering and stayed closer to home.

Friday, November 03, 2006

Frootbat Friday!

When people see Cocoa Puff now that he's full-grown (and then some!), they never believe that he was once a little bitty frootbat. Well, he was! Take a look at that pointy face and those ginormous ears!