You left it out here, Woman

And you know the Cat Rule: If I fits, I sits.

Three Weeks

 

And he's home.

 

Thank you all for the prayers to lead him back home to all of his beans. He's lost some weight and was awfully skittish the first night, but after a few meals he's even more sociable than he was before. When he's not sleeping off his whatever-the-hell-he-was-up-to escapades.

One Week

Still no Q. I dreamed last night that my husband found him, and right before waking I remember holding that furry lug tight, crying into his fur that I had missed him so, so much. I don't know if that's a sign that he'll be home one day, or that he's telling me goodbye and giving me one last snuggle.

The post I didn't want to write

This is my Monty Q. He's been a part of my family for over seven years now, ever since I went to the shelter to look at Russian Blue kitten. The kitten was a holy terror, and the lug in the photo was sound asleep in a crate full of kittens. After three stepped on him without a single reaction, I knew he was the cat for me. He's been there to help welcome home three more little sticky beans, show them the way of the Empty Box, and just be there.

Until now. Monty's been missing since Thursday, and I think...I think he's gone. He's never gone on walkabout for this long. We'd see him every morning and night, waiting for kibbles and fresh water. Or he'd saunter in for naptime, and then head out once his little boys were up. Maybe he'd go a day without checking in, but that's the longest time period. Something doesn't feel right about this. I don't think he's coming home.

My hopes are that he's just pulled a Dude Newman and sauntered into another family's home. I've crossed every appendage I can for that outcome. Or, if the worst has happened, that it was swift, painless, and he's protecting my girl for me.

It breaks my heart to post this. I keep looking outside, expecting to see him lounging on the driveway. Or hear him yowling an 'Okay, FINE. I'm coming' as he walks across the road for mealtimes. But for now, the driveway is clear and the air is quiet. And neither is right.

MomBean here, I'm using Tucker's sad face in hopes that I can help raise some help for a friend's furry friend. He was attacked by a fellow feline and was pretty torn up by it. Sadly, there aren't any green papers available to help with the vet bills, so I'm doing what I can and spreading the fundraising page. Spread the word for me if you can, I'd appreciate it.

http://www.youcaring.com/pet-expenses/saving-bob-the-cat/183490

Oink

Tucker trying to be sooducktiv posing for certain ladypugs. Tucker nail it?

Tucker not understand why MomWoof thinks Tucker would be perfect for luau.

Still Life with Mancat

In case you weren't able to spot me from last Monday's picture, I'm back at my tree again. There's a dent in the dirt from where I sleep.

You did not need a wide-angle lens, Woman. Sheesh.

My dog Tucker

Tucker has good life.

I that I shall never see...

 

This is my favorite tree in the front yard. It's shady, comfy,

...my favorite bird has a nest in it...

...and I can chat with the locals. Win all around.

Happy Birthday, Sweetie

Tucker having deep Tucker Thoughts. 

Tucker have questions about life.

The light goes out when the fridge door closes, pup.

Scritchy Mancat Monday

Right there. Keep it coming. No, no, no need to stop.

Tucker Thursday

Time for Tucker to blog?

You just did.

Oh.

Mancat Monday

 

Soaking up the sun while the MomBean and the crew cough inside.

Tucker may now be referred to as 

His Royal Highness Princess Porkchop.

Look! MomWoof have twitchy vein above eyebrow again!

 

I got nothing.

Happy Birthday SweetBean!

Happy Birthday to my SweetBean, when did you turn 8??

(And we hafta use an older picture as she took a fall last night and, well, um, broke her nose. >_< )

Holy nutmeg, you just had breakfast an hour ago!

Rough life, cat.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MILLIEKINS!

IT'S MAH MILLIE'S BIRTHDAY!

(...she's still a cougar because I'm younger, right??)

FOCUS.

I'll be over at 5pm, sharp, my dear. I know you love a punctual cat. Wear your best pearls, tonight we hit the town for sushi at MomBean and your Mom's favorite sushi joint, then it's off to AnneMarie gardens for a sunset stroll through the art.

And on a side note, Happy Birthday from me, Millie girl. Because of you and your Mom, my life was made so much better. My kids got a Fairy Godmother, and I got one of the best friends I could ever ask for. She's family, just like you.

Tucker fairly sure that MomWoof need new hobby.

 

If you can't be with the one you love, fuzzy, love the one you're with.

FatTabby Friday

Top Cat

Monty.

Yes?

That's a stuffed dog.

Yep.

That you sleep on.

Correctamundo.

Carry on.

Tucker Thursday

Tucker takes job as 'pillow' very seriously. Because Tucker doesn't have a choice.

BIRDBIRDBIRDBIRDBIRD

Funny, MomBean. FUNNY.

&*$#ing Appetizer is on the porch...if you turn up the volume you can a certain Woman caterwauling.

ZzzZZZzzzZzzzz...

Perhaps when Senior Chub wakes up he can tell me how one can fall asleep sitting up.

TUCKER TUESDAY!

Tucker feels bad that Tucker not post in a while...

Tabby Thursday

See this? This is the bird that has decided to take up residence in the tree in MY backyard. Do you know what this bird does? Flies on over when he hears the Woman open the backdoor to feed it. FEED IT. It struts around like it owns the place, and when I ask to go outside to...chat, I get told no!

The little beans are calling it Chirp. Do you know what I voted for? Appetizer.

You can understand why I rarely get to post these days, right?