It's been a year already, but the pain is still fresh ...

It's incomprehensible to me that it's been a whole year, since NYE 2012, when DMM ran off to the Rainbow Bridge and left me behind. 

She was my soulmate and perfect compliment.  No other can possibly compete with Maus although Toffee valiantly tries.  I miss DMM every moment of every day ... Her ashes rest atop my night table where she can be beside me.

DaisyMae Maus is my special angel now awaiting me at her Rainbow Bridge.  I miss her terribly.  Happy first anniversary and I will always love you, Maus.

Jessica

Merry KrissMaus, efurryone!

Dis is me in mine KrissMaus bow!

Merry KrissMaus!

Today is KrissMaus an' it's my furry first one wif the Lady!  I gots fun stuffs frum my cousins who are Furrballs dat lib in snowy Oregon an' I gots Secret Paws, too!  They came from Uncle Mo an' the Purries dat lib in Florida!  The Lady took pictures of a bocks dat was full of goodies all for me an' fun stuffs, too!  See?  I hope your KrissMaus is full of guns stuffs like mine.

Toffee

C'mon over to my haus!

Look at my pretty Krabhaus that the Lady got for me!  I'm using it more now that it has gotten cold.  The brown color looks nice with my winter furrs.  Do YOO have yer winter furrs?

The Second Batch ...

The Lady got a second package from the brown shortz man today wif more of mine cards, so I said for her to hurry, hurry an' put the sticky papers on mine cards so I can send dem to mine furriends.  The Lady took the black masheen to the bloo metal box an' sent mine cards!  Is one coming to YOO?

Mine cards. ...

The Lady took mine cards an' put them in the bloo metal box tonight fer dat man who has bloo shortz.  She said dat all fifty of dem went out, but there were too few cards so I gots fifty more coming next week!  If you don't gets one of mine cards, then either I runned out before I got to your label OR your address has changed an' I don't got your new address OR I neber had your address before so you hab gots to send it to me!  Mine cards are furry pretty an' green an' gots stickers.

Toffee K. Ripple Fuzzypants

daisymaemausATyahooDOTcom

Mine KrissMaus cards!!!

Mine cards an' labels an' stickers were delibered by a man in brown shortz on Caturday!  Yay!!!

I hab KrissMaus Cards!

Guess whut, efurryone?  The Lady ordered KrissMaus cards wif my picture on them so that I can send greetings to all of my furriends for the holidays!  I hab never had "holidays" before, but they sound inneresting an' possibly tasty ... so I'm definitely IN for some.

The Lady ordered my cards frum someplace called Vistaprint an' she said that those cards were coming wif stickers an' fancy labels wif mine address on them so that the man in the bloo shorts knows where they came from.  The Lady says that mine name is on the labels wif hers an' that mine WHOLE name is on the stickers.  I cannot wait to see mine cards.

We have commoo ... commyoo ... talked ... wif the innernets peeples 'bout getting onto the address list for the Cat Blogosphere an' getting addresses for our furriends.  The Lady says that she has many of the addresses already from DMM an' Charmee's cards, but if you have MOVED or somefing, you should send me an email at daisymaemausATyahooDOTcom an' get added to the list.  Oh, an' since I have a piggy of monies, I can send mine cards anywhere in the world ... So if you don't live in Sandy Eggo, no worries.

Toffee Kyoot Ripple Fuzzypants

One month ...

It's been one month today since Toffee Ripple Fuzzypants came to live with me in her forever home!  Congratulations to both of us!

Here at DaisyMae Maus and the Feline Americans, we've been blogging for peace since the early days.  This year, Feline American 2.0 Toffee Ripple has taken on the mantel of "peace blogger" and is inviting efurryone to do the same.  Peace is important and even the smallest ripples of peace can have a profound impact ... So join Miss Toffee Ripple and become a "peace ripple" yourself!

Four weeks!

Six thirty-two p.m. marks the four week anniversary of Toffee Ripple's  adoption and she's come a long way in twenty-eight days.  She woke me early this morning demanding gooshy foods with a Temptations chaser.  She gave me catfood kisses and settled down on the pillow.  She ran around like a crazy cat after a jingle ball and bunny kicked the stuffin' out of a 'nip banana.  Then she took a nap in her Krabhuis followed by lunch in a dining room chair.  After a day of activities, she got her Peace Globe ready for tomorrow and is snoozing on my bed.  She's a perfect fit for me and I am so blessed to have her in my life.

I think I'm gonna like it here ...

The Lady bought me this howse called a Krabhuis before I even came to live wif her.  It is made of box an' scratcher an' it smells of 'nip!  It's just my size an' it matches my furs.  Best of all:  it's mine!  All.  For. Me!

  I played fashion cat tonight an' the Lady used a flashy box to 'capture' me so effuryone can see how soft my furs are an' how pretty I am! 

 Oh, an' I got an Eeek!  It's brown an' smells of something called Charmee.  I like the smell an' tried to stuff the Eeek! unner the door to the peeple litter box place ... It got stuck.  The Lady didn't want me in the rainbox either, so she gived me Temptashuns.  Sucker.

Toffee Ripple here ...

It took me a little bit to move from under the sofa to under the bed, but the bedroom is where I prefer to be because it's quiet there an' I'm a "night, night" kitty.  The Lady lets me sleep on the bed at night so I show my appreciation by making lots of biscuits an' frowing myself on her to hold her down an' then licking her all over her face!  

My new favorite place is the bedroom window sill.

Meet Toffee Ripple!

Today, October 6, 2013, Toffee Ripple became a Feline American 2.0.  Presently, she's ensconced under the living room sofa refusing to come out to meet her adoring public ...

What do you need to know about this beautiful girlie?  She's five years old and was born in May of 2008.  She was adopted at PetSmart on Main Street in Chula Vista, California.  She's a dark brown Maine Coon and weighs about ten pounds.  Her original owner died about four years ago, so she's been waiting quite awhile for the right someone to come along.  She really doesn't like kittens very much, but used to live with a large golden woofie.  She's calm and pretty quiet, but has asserted herself by smacking me in the face three times while I was filling out her adoption paperwork.  She purrs a lttle bit and growls when she needs to.  She plays very cutely by rolling onto her back.

I want to welcome her to her forever home and remind her that she can take all the time she needs to warm up to me ...

Jessica

Up-in-the-Air

Until I return from my Seattle trip, my home will be feline free ... It's nearly unbearable.  I have been stalking the local rescue sites' adoptable cats lists trying to imagine a life with new kitties ... and missing Charmee.

I've decided to adopt three when October rolls around and I'm looking for a House Panther, a Gorgeous Ginger, and a delicate Tuxie girl ... Which means I will get three Sphinx or a clowder of mouthy Meezers.  

And then ... there were none.

Lucky Charmz

June 20, 2003 - August 8, 2013

Ever dignified, Charmee made his way to the Rainbow Bridge at 6:32 PM today on what is known as World Cat Day and what would have been DMM's twentieth birthday ... and I am absolutely bereft.  I'm a CCL without the requisite feline companion.  I have no one.  I didn't think that it was possible for me to be this sad, but here I sit with leaky eyes and dripping nose and only the scars on my hands from Charmee's love bites to remember him by.  I've had cats in my life for more than twenty-five years and now I just have Charmee's flat on my desk at school.

My dood is gone.  It was too soon.  He was too young.  He seemed so strong.  It turns out that he was as mortal as the rest of us and fell victim to undiagnosed diabetes that left him with destroyed kidneys that his v-e-t swore he could not live comfortably with.  My boy was in pain and I could do nothing for him ... not even help him to the Bridge where I'm certain his best buddy, Sparky Fuzzypants, greeted him with head bumps and nose taps.  Thankfully, Charmee's grandparents were able to see to his last moments on this mortal coil where they helped him "jump the life to come."  Open House trumped personal needs, so I couldn't hold him as he ran off.  They kissed him good-bye and saw him off.

Since DMM left on the last day of 2012, Charmee and I had made an uneasy peace and had even begun to connect where we hadn't in the past.  He had settled into the role of "only cat" and I had adjusted to a life with just one ... And now there is none.  I don't think that I'll be able to adjust to that.  I need a hug ... and a kitten (or ten).  Good night, Foo Phooey.  I miss you already.

Haven't posted much lately!

Sorry, efurryone.  Mom went back to Mr. Job a couple of weeks ago so I could keep eating and getting my Pawalla boxes each month.  I haven't had access to her thumbs so that she could type for me.  She says that things will be less crazy after Thursday when the hated Open House is over.  She wanted me to tell you that she's now a conductor for URRKN an' hopes to get to transport a kitty someday in the Spicy Vixen.

Anyway, I'm still here even though I'm pretty quiet.

Charmee

Today is Charmee's Day!

Never mind that Charmee's grandparents celebrate their 47th anniversary today when it's Charmee's tenth gotchaversary and another opportunity to trot out his nearly nekkid birthday suit photo!  Happy gotcha day, dood!

Charmee's Gotchaversary!

In just a couple days, Charmee will celebrate his TENTH gotchaversary!  It's hard to believe that a decade has gone by already and that eleven ounce ball of white furs has grown into over sixteen pounds of snack-snarfing mancat.  The time sure flew by ... Happy Gotcha Day, dood!

Less than a month left!

I'm furry 'cited 'bout Mom bein' on vacation starting June 7th, 'cuz that means only a few weeks later is my birfday an' I will be ten!

Charmee

It's been three months ...

It's hard to believe that DMM has been gone for three months today.  I feel less horrible with her ashes and Flat Cat on my night table, but I still miss her very much.  Charmee doesn't freak out as badly when he jumps onto the night table and sees her Flat Cat there.
Jessica & Charmee

Spring Break ... One week left ...

Charmee has been enjoying Spring Break with me. We have slept late, had a nice brushing or two, and worked on our kitty quilt.

There is one week left of break until all hell breaks loose for the last quarter of the school year.

Happy Squillions Day, Cupcake Fuzzypants!

Charmee here!

I went to the Virtual Squillions Shelter an' 'dopted a virtual squillion girlie for my blog (an' 'cuz I was missin' Miss DMM just a little bit).  Mom helped me to choose her an' I wanted a pink squillion, but settled for a purple one.  Her name is Cupcake Fuzzypants after my best brofur, Sparky Fuzzypants, 'cuz she has stripes.

Today is a special day 'cuz it's February 28th ... It's Squillions Day!  It's also been two months since DMM went to the Bridge an' nine months since Sparky went.  Now, it's just me an' Cupcake Fuzzypants.  D'ya think she'll let me call her Cuppycake?

Charmee

My first "quilt"

I made a Gizzy-style quilt today that DMM would have enjoyed. Charmee is apathetic at best.

Jessica

It's Been Three Weeks ...

I can't believe that it's been three whole weeks already and the tears have dried. Charmee and I have moved on with our lives. I don't know about him, but I feel guilty. I wear her medallion on a chain and carry her ash vial on my keychain and have her flat DMM and ashes on my bedside table and miss her everyday, but I'm not crying or hallucinating her around every corner anymore.

Hanging out ... Being cats!

Since I have a few more days left in my holiday break, Charmee and I are spending some of our time much like we did when he was a tiny boy and I had to teach him how to be a cat! We're on the floor, bein' cats ...

It's raining!

Charmee is spending his second night sleepin' in DMM's spot on the bed. He is purring again, but his snores are kinda like a popcorn popper ...

DMM used to like to hear it rain ... I suppose it reminded her of how nice it was to be indoors ... She remembered sleeping outside in it when she was an outside kitty.

Charmee has only known comfort as he was about five weeks old when he was found and adopted by me.

He's sleeping on the bed AND purring!

Charmee has gotten over his stand-offishness and has decided to sleep in DMM's spot on my bed. And he is purring vociferously.

I Don't Need No Stinking Brushing!

Getting Charmee groomed involves a dinner of gooshy stinky goodness, his new laserbeam pen from Staples, a catnip 'nana, and the vent brush ... and results in very. little. grooming.

"Ow! Ow! Owie! Dose are my furs!"

"Charmee-dood! Hold still!"

"I need dose furs! I had 'em the way I liked 'em already!"

"Fine."

Well ... that was an exercise in futility!

Until I set the brush and banana on the carpet and Charmee decided to lay on them (!) and get his nice brushing after all! He's purring contentedly and flicking his tail ever so slightly ... so I win, right?!?

Mom = 1
Charmee = 0

Thank you!

Our furriend, Alasandra Alawine, made a graphic commemorating Miss DMM AND Charmee's Aunt Montie sent a lovely flower arrangement to the house.

Thank you, ladies, for your thoughtful gestures.

Jessica & Charmee

Oh, an' Jan's Funny Farm sent a lovely graphic yesterday. Thank you, Funny Farmers!

Well ... It's official!

DMM would have wanted Charmee to continue her tradition of expressing unvarnished opinions about efurrything and being a "bossy buns" in her absence, so he and I (the mom with the thumbs) will keep her blog open and hold some space for anyone who may join our lives once things have settled.  Her blog will continue to be entitled as it is even though there is no longer a living DMM ... and now that Charmee is the only fur and fangs member of the Feline Americans.

Please keep in mind that DMM was an educated and cultured lady-cat who could spell and use Standard American English dexterously, while Charmee is ... well ... younger, and he's kind of a doofus.

 "Hey! I hearded that, Mom!"

"Pipe down, Charmz.  I'm typing here ...".

As soon as she is able (read:  as soon as her lovely purple urn arrives and she's safely back home with us), we'll invite our newest angel to chime in from time-to-time ...