Well, some progress?

Well, the good part is that I've got the blog mostly up and running,. The bad part is that I have accidentally nuked the original template so I had to start from scratch. There have been more than a few additions to the Curse Jar over it. Then I realized that I have also someone lost most of the pictures on this blog, and the Curse Jar has needed an upgrade. Twice.

Delilah's coming home story is coming, and it's quite the funny tail tale, considering she wasn't the cat that I was planning to adopt. I was also not looking to bring home another tabby cat...which is starting to sound like a trend around here. She's also still working on her 'voice' for blogging, where in the real world she talks constantly to everyone. I'm pretty sure that she's said more in the few weeks she's been here than Monty Q said in a decade.

Makes Tucker's brain hurt.

But be patient with us, we're getting there! :)

Living On The Edge

I think she's adjusted to her home here just fine.

So this happened...

Back in November...

Mutt..Tucker. Listen, we need to talk.

Yes, TUCKERNOKITTY?

Tucker, this is serious. I've got to go away for a while, and I need you to promise me that you'll watch over the beans.

Where you going? Can Tucker go too?

No, oh hell no, you can't follow me, lug. I've put it off as long as I can, but it's time. And it's going to hurt a lot of beans when I do.

Oh, Tucker can help. Tucker loves to love beans.

Good, because you're going to really have to step up your game when I leave. Especially for MomBean, she's going to need a lot of love because she doesn't deal really well with loss these days. I used to help her with that hurt, and I can't go until I know she's got someone to fill my paws.

Wait, how long for walkabout? Why make MomBean sad??

Because I...I don't know if I'm coming back this time, Tucker.

No, no, Tuckernokitty *always* comes back! Silly, Tuckernokitty.

Tucker, I'm old. I'm at least 12 by bean years, if not older. And I just feel it inside-I'm too skinny and just sore these days. And it's no fun anymore.

But Tuckernokitty can't go. Just stay. Please, just stay? No make MomBean sad. Is easy.

I can't, lug. Something's pulling me to go. Hopefully you won't understand for a long-ass time.

Tucker will miss you too much for you to go.

And I'll miss everyone, Tucker. I'll visit when I can, but you'll be the only one who will be able to see me.

But Tuckernokitty will be lonely!

No, no, I've got friends waiting for me, so I won't be alone, I promise. And my Sprout will be waiting for me, and catnip knows I've missed her.

Tucker no like this.

I'm sorry, lug. I hope you can all forgive an old Tabbyman one day. Take care of my beans, and I'll see you around. Bye, Tucker.

Goodbye, Monty Q.

FatTabby Friday

Admit it, Woman. Isn't this cozy, you and me, enjoying some couch time?

PERHAPS WITH LESS CLAW.

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.