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.

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!