Honorary Cat

Taylor:  I found these old pictures of Angel Cameron.  He must have been sleeping.  His eyes are closed.

Merci:  There are so few pictures of Cameron with his beautiful, expressive eyes open.  Whenever Jan got out the camera, Cameron closed his eyes and refused to open them.

Taylor:  So Cameron didn't like to have his picture taken?

Percy:  No, he hated the camera! But we sure were thankful to have him as part of our fur family.

Merci:  That's a Gizzy Quilt beneath him.

Taylor:  What's a Gizzy Quilt?

Percy:  A lot of the old timers will remember when Darling Millie's Mom Lynn was making them for other bloggers.  They were named after Millie's brother Angel Gizzy.

Taylor:  Oh, Jan made us kitties dishpan beds with them last winter. 

Merci:  Yes, and they're a nice size for me too.

Percy:  No, they're not.  You're too big for a dishpan.

Merci:  I meant the quilts are a nice size for me too.

Percy:  That's because Jan claims you're the perfect size dog - too big to want to be carried and too small to drag her down the road.

Merci:  Don't forget you promised to make me an honorary cat.

Percy:  We'll have the ceremony just as soon as you master the purr.


 We're joining Pepi Smart Dog for today's Thankful Thursday blog hop.

Hope and Bribes

MICAH:  It's blah and raining, so we thought we would post something pretty today.

CYNDI:  Every year Jan looks forward to when the daffodils bloom along the neighbor's fence.

MERCI:  They're a symbol of hope that spring is coming. And we value them greatly because they are actually supposed to be on the other side of the fence where we wouldn't see them.

BUDDY:  Yes, spring comes eventually.  We just have to have faith that winter will end so we can stop freezing.

RUSTY:  And start sweltering.  Spring and fall don't seem to exist here in the South.

MARCUS:  The flowers were so pretty but the rains and winds took their toll.  They weren't pert for long.

PERCY:  Soon they were bent low to the ground and Jan said she could empathize with them trying to stand under the onslaught of life.

SAM:  They lived long enough to fulfill their purpose for 2015 and are gone now, but we're still here.  A bit bent and bruised, not posting as regularly, and missing one of our own, Cameron, but still seeking to fulfill our own purpose in life. Whatever that is.

BUDDY:  We would like to thank Dezi and Lexi  for passing on the Very Inspiring Blogger Award to several bloggers, including us.  And shortly after, Katie shared hers with us.

MERCI:  We are supposed to share three things that inspired us in the last week.

PERCY:  After Jan buried Cameron, she washed his bedding and threw it into the dryer but the dryer wouldn't work.  Jan said we'd just have to do without one, but a very nice man who knew what he was doing came by Thursday, tested it and replaced the old cord so we have a working dryer again.  Thank you, Jimmy!

RUSTY:  All the weeds in our yard were growing taller and taller and Jan was getting concerned since we don't have a lawn mower.  Saturday she borrowed a lawn mower so the yard looks presentable now.  Not everyone would loan their mower to a neighbor.  Thanks, Joann and Jim!

SAM:  And when Jan came home from returning the mower, she found some goodies on the porch.  Someone was cleaning out their fridge because they wouldn't be home to eat the food in it and brought a big fresh salad with a few leftovers to Jan.  (We'd like to say "brought it to us" but Jan isn't big on sharing with us, not even spaghetti with sausage.) Thank you, Johnnie!

CYNDI:  All our blogging friends inspire us in one way or another, so we're having a problem singling any out.

MICAH:  I think you mean we're having a problem making a decision.  There are so many choices and we can't get a majority vote.

MARCUS:  There's nothing unusual about that.  Different personalities, different choices.  Personally, I think we should all vote for the ones who will bribe us with the most treats.  *waves paws*  Wait, wait, I'm just kidding!

Opera and Lion Poop

Loulou has said it would be okay to share her fun suggestion to keep coyotes away from our pen.

Get your brother or any MALE to pee all around your property and the coyotes will NOT be happy and they will NOT come around after a few pees. The other thing to strew around is manure from lions, if you have any.

Loulou suggested it because her mama actually went to the zoo and GOT lion manure when the coyotes were slithering around Beverly Glen Canyon in LA and her kitties were out often.  The coyotes would come in back of the house and yip at night...sort of high, wild notes that make her not want to go in the yard!

We're not sure a pee competition would be legal here in town and Jan doesn't think she could ask anyone to enter.  Not with a straight face, anyway.  But the lion poop sounds like a great idea.  We don't have a local zoo, but we will have Jan knock on some neighbors' doors.  If none of them have any, perhaps she can order some on Amazon.com?

A while ago we decided this would be, for the most part, a fun blog.  There is too much pain and sorrow in the world and we all need laughter in our life.  We think we were doing so-so at entertaining readers, until Miss Klutz took up flying again in the beginning of February.

To review just the high points:  In one crash landing, she managed to sustain two head injuries (same head, separate injuries) that gave her a beaut of a hematoma and two black eyes.  Plus injuries to her neck, one hand, a shoulder, her back and both knees.  She has not been a good patient.  Humans with a head injury are supposed to rest.  She slapped a bag of frozen peas over her face, made a phone call, finished a partial cleaning of the bathroom and then vacuumed the house. 

After a week, she tried  to resume walking the dogs and was "roughed up" by a territorial dog that tried to attack - twice.  In between those two dog events, Marcus was physically attacked by a neighbor's dog.  He came through it with a small cut under his eye.  Jan managed to stay on her feet but had chest pain and trouble breathing. That was about the time she lost her sense of humor and energy and although we've turned the house upside down, we haven't been able to figure out where she lost them. 

Then one week ago Cameron died.  Jan tried to dig a number of holes in rock hard dirt/clay. She finally managed a small one and buried him.  Overnight, a coyote came into the dog pen and stole Cameron's body, but the dogs next door broke out of their fence and the body has been re-buried, but only after a dozen or more attempts at digging a new, deeper hole. The coyote must have come back two nights later and we didn't get much sleep worrying about the dogs next door breaking out and not being found again.  Fortunately, as hard as they tried, those hero dogs did not escape and were safe. 

Digging those holes, left Jan barely able to stand, walk or sit all week.  Her thinking has been fuzzy, too. 

This, as you know, is Marcus.  He is no longer a puppy but when excited or playing canine soccer, he sings in a continuous soprano. Or if you prefer, in a very high tenor.  Guess he will now be singing opera.

Yes, arrangements were finally made for Marcus to be neutered.  Monday night Jan set the alarm for 6:45 to call her ride at 7 a.m., as requested.  When she decided to get up without the alarm, she found it was already 7:15.  It turned out, she had actually set the alarm for 7:45. 

After Marcus was left at the vet's, she fed the rest of us, then herself.  As the coffee pot heated, she realized she had set the pot of water on the warming pad instead of pouring it into the machine. 

She did remember to set Buddy's 2-step stool on the porch to help Marcus into the van.  When she arrived to pick up Marcus, the assistant asked for his leash. Leash?  Uh ...

Her ride thought these things hilarious.  They scared the he** out of her!  She has not just been feeling "out of it", her pain level has been through the roof!  So we will be around even less while she tries to rest and recover.  There will be no Mousebreath interviews until then.

Oh, and you won't believe this, but Jan has another black eye.  Nowhere near as colorful as the first two.  While Jan was trying to sleep Wednesday night, Cyndi leaped over her head.  A back paw kicked Jan's eye as she slipped and left a small cut.  It wasn't Cyndi's fault.  Jan should have moved her head out of the way. Right?

You Will Be Okay

Seldom a dull moment around here.

I don't know that I will ever actually feel safe here again.  Not since one or more coyotes came over my dog pen fence Friday night to dig up Cameron's body and carry it away before the neighbor dogs scared it/them off.  It amazes me to learn they can easily jump or scale a 6 or 8 foot fence.  All those stories I have read about them jumping a fence to grab a cat or small dog -  I assumed the fences to be about 4 feet tall. 

First, a couple of years ago, all the feral cats along our walk route disappeared.  Last year all the squirrels disappeared.  They are repopulating now but not the cats. There was the coyote I sighted nearby last summer while walking Buddy and Sam.  And then a couple of reports from neighbors of coyote sightings right here. The neighbors and I have no doubt it was a coyote(s).  But why the bottom of the fence was torn loose and Cameron dragged through such a small opening is a mystery.

It's a relief I couldn't dig more than an inch in the clay outside the pen or Cameron would have been gone.  I re-buried him Saturday.  It was a long hard, brutally painful day.  Between my back and the latest knee injuries from the fall in February, it was all I could do to use a shovel.  NEVER, EVER try to dig in clay unless you are a big, strong, young dude, which I am not!

Saturday night was quiet.  It was hours before I could crawl out of bed Sunday.  Last night I slept hard for a while and got up before 4 a.m.   There was no barking but it sounded like the neighbor dogs were trying to get out of their yard again.  I opened the door to hear better and Marcus hit the screen to run out barking.

He's funny.  He has a habit of getting so excited, he runs bravely to the fence barking madly, turns his head, finds he's alone, turns tail and runs back toward the house.  As usual, Sam and Merci charged through the door to his rescue and the three ran to the back fence and barked. I got a squirt bottle (well, it's better than no weapon at all) and followed in the slushy mud.  There was a face peering at me from inside the wooden fence the neighbor had just boarded over Saturday. 

There was nothing I could do at 4 in the morning, but I was so worried I stood at the door watching for well over an hour, then sat on a stool.  The noise continued and there was a lot of whining between breaks.  No barking, so I had slept through whatever had happened to initiate this.  Before 6, it got quiet.  I felt terrible.  The dogs had escaped and I couldn't even let the neighbor know until after daylight.

When I tried to go back to bed, I discovered Buddy had been left gated in the bedroom so he had pulled back the covers to make himself comfortable and had vomited.   There is a pad under the sheet for such an emergency but I had to dig up another sheet and remake the bed.  Sleep was a long time coming and thankfully the phone rang at 9.

I would be devastated if my dogs got loose, so I dressed and went next door.  There was such relief as I checked their back fence.  The dogs had not made it out after all!  But the folks do know the fence needs repair again.  She said they will try to put up some type of camera back there to see what is going on in that area at night. 

The funny part is that after I fed the animals and was about to fix my own breakfast, the dogs started carrying on.  I found a city worker on the outside of the fence reading the meter.  He pointed to Marcus and said, "What is he?  He's beautiful."

I guess it's time to get Marcus a bigger bowl.  I don't think his nose is going to fit in it for the swelled head he has now. 

I really enjoy a singer called Kaoma.  He often makes a capella singing videos, but this one has music.  It seems an appropriate time to receive a YouTube notification about his song titled "You'll Be Okay".  I sure hope so! (One guy, four parts.)


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Surprising Update on Cameron

I thought it was hard to bury Cameron on Friday.  It was hard to bury him again on Saturday.  But before I tell you that peculiar story, I would like to thank everyone for the kind facebook and blog comments and emails.  I do intend to thank each of you individually after I recover from the past two days.

Meanwhile, thank you Miss Ann the Zoolatry Human for sending this lovely graphic after our Friday post.

And We Bees Siameezers made this lovely graphic on imikimi for us.  Thank you, Ingrid. 

Just over Marcus and to the right of our logo, you can see the area where I tried twice to dig a grave so Cameron could be buried beside his old Funny Farmer siblings but the Georgia red clay is rock hard and I had to change the plan.

I decided he would be safe inside the pen.  It was not any easier and I could only manage a shallow hole.  Marcus didn't want his friend buried and dug up the dirt as fast as I could shovel it in. After I finished, I half-filled a large plastic storage container with water to temporarily protect the grave.

Late that night all the dogs in our corner started barking. It was more intense than usual. The 2 dogs next door could be heard scratching and beating at their wooden fence.  I had a hard time getting my dogs inside but they finally came.  There was nothing to be seen and I wasn't about to go back near the alley late at night.  And whatever the ruckus, it was out of sight.

I was up with Marcus about 3 times during the night.  Each time he went out to the container and stared toward the corner of the wooden fence.  He didn't want to come back inside.

After the sun came up, I let Marcus outside again and saw this.  It's the shirt I wrapped Cameron's body in before burying him.  There was a small shallow hole dug under the end of the container.  Something strong had dug just far enough to grab the body and pull it out so the grave collapsed on itself.  Something strong had worked an opening at the bottom of the chain link just barely big enough to drag Cameron's small body through. 

A coyote can leap over a six foot pen.  It can climb a chain link fence.  There are coyotes in this area.  I saw one for myself last August or September.  Cameron was gone!

Thankfully, I found his body in the area under our logo in this picture.  This photo was taken after the hole in the fence was boarded over and bricks spread to "fill in" the hole that was dug.  That patch is just out of sight around the corner in the photo below.  That's why Marcus had stood staring.  Cameron was on the wrong side of our fence.

I went next door.  The guy was at work.  When his girlfriend checked, his dogs were missing.  She called and he came home to search.  Fortunately, he found them a mile down the road. I am so grateful those dogs are safe because I really believe they broke out of their yard in time to chase off one the predator(s) carrying off Cameron's body. 

Marcus was so happy to have Cameron back.  I tried to dig deeper but couldn't, so I wrapped Cameron in two plastic bags and tied them closed.  Then I moved the dog house over the grave and perched a container on top to discourage any idea of using the dog house as an entrance or exit aid.  Marcus is quite the athlete.

Marcus became attached to Cameron the last couple of months and is acting out his stress.  He started three fights with Sam (one included Buddy) before breakfast Saturday and two more last night. I hope all the Funny Farmers will calm down soon and there won't be any more midnight raids in the back pen.  And definitely no more grave digging! 

Farewell Cameron

I had no clue I would be celebrating the first day of Spring by digging Cameron's grave. 

He has not been doing well since I had that bad fall in the beginning of February and we were recovering together.  Yesterday, Thursday, he ate well and was as affectionate as ever.  Last night, when I went to bed,  he climbed over the pillow and cuddled with me for a long while.  Then he went to sleep in the bed I'd made for him between the headboard and the pillow.

I had an offer of a ride to walmart today and he died shortly before the appointed time.  I bought a new shovel, thinking it would be easier to dig his grave.  It could barely cut the ground..  My old shovel worked better in this hard clay. 

I wrapped Cameron in one of my summer shirts.  All the Funny Farmers were given an opportunity to say good-bye.  Marcus bathed him. (He has been giving Cameron a good bath every night and several today.)  Buddy opened the screen door to come outside and make sure I dug the hole properly.  (I didn't. The ground is too hard for me and I can't dig a grave deep enough but there was no one to help.)

Cameron was born next door and moved in with us because he loved his best friend Merci and wanted to be an indoor cat.  He was the calmest of the group.  He never raised a paw or started a fight. His biggest annoyance was his habit of closing his eyes or turning his head when I tried to take his picture, so I have few decent photos of him.  

Farewell, my handsome tuxedo. I am going to miss you something fierce!

Live Like Royalty

Cyndi:  We were looking at some old photos yesterday and thought this one would make a great pick for our weekend art post.

Micah:  I understand Cameron was born inside the house next door and moved outside when he was a couple or more weeks old.

Sam:  His mom and littermates spent a lot of time in this big, heavy wooden planter.  There were four or five black or black and white kittens.  One or two had the manx short tail.

Cameron:  I remember when Jan took this picture.  I was very young and happy.  Can any of you guess which one of those kittens I am?

Marcus:  I can.  I've seen a picture of you in exactly the same pose on the washing machine. You're the little guy sitting straight and tall in the back.  I like this sepia version better.  It looks like dirt.  I love dirt.

Merci:  Ooh, look, Marcus' mud has changed color.  For Caturday Art, Jan used Picasa on the computer to give the picture a boost, add the Polaroid effect and then give it a museum matte.

Percy:  This is the original photo, minus the dirt and the colors.  I'm only a week or two older than Cameron. He sure does look small here. 

Rusty:  He might have been small but he had a regal bearing even then.  Do you suppose he had a premonition one day he would move next door to the Funny Farm and live like royalty?

Buddy:  This is a copy of tomorrow's black and white version.  We hope you have enjoyed our short trip down memory lane. 

The Sepia Saturday blog hop is co-hosted by Ruckus the Eskie and Earl and Ethel.

Athena hosts the Caturday Art blog hop. 

Hammock vs Bean Bag

Percy:  We are just going to do a quick post to make you smile today.

Buddy:  Last week we posted the 2 videos of the cat with his new hammock.

Cyndi:  This week we have a short video with two bear cubs in a hammock.

Merci: Can they make it into the hammock without a mishap?

Micah:  And can they stay in it?

Rusty:  Watch the fun and don't be afraid to laugh.

Marcus:  Hey, guys, why don't we ask Jan if we can have a hammock.  They look like such fun.

Sam:  You think you're so smart jumping over the gates Jan uses to keep us out of the bedroom.

Cameron:  I'd sure like to see you leap in a hammock and fall out the other side like the cat in the video did. 

Marcus:  Oh, I forgot about that.  How about a bean bag instead?



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Yesterday was Cameron's birthday and Mika, Coda and Lexus and their mom from Love is being owned by a husky sent him a card today.  (It's never too late to keep celebrating, is it!)

Happy Dance for Cameron

Cyndi:  Yeah, we're all doing the happy dance today.

Merci:  Aren't we going to tell everyone why?

Sam:  Well, I'm not doing a happy dance.  I'm too big and lumbering.  But I'm doing a happy dance in my head.

Micah:  But why?  Aren't we going to tell readers why?

Rusty:  Of course we are.  It's just so much fun to make everyone wait.

Marcus:  We're just having some fun because twice this month Jan has forgotten a special day.  First Percy's birthday on the 9th and then on the 22nd, Merci's birthday/gotcha/sprung from prison day.

Buddy:  We can't believe it but after 2 misses in one month, Jan finally looked at her calendar and remembered that today is a special day too.  And she prepared for it. 

Percy:  Yes, it's Cameron's 10th birthday. He was born inside the house next door, just 2 weeks after tiny Percy was found abandoned at the mill by none other than our own Merci.

Cameron:  Thank you, all of you, but, Percy, you might want to make it clear I was not abandoned by Merci; I was rescued by Merci.

Percy:  Yes, yes, of course.  We wouldn't want anyone to misunderstand.  Clear communication is so important.

Buddy:  Because Jan has an ear infection and ran out of steam, we're going to use Cameron's birthday graphic as our Caturday Art picture.

Merci:  Jan loves to play with colors.  If you can't say anything else about her idea of art, you must admit it's colorful.

Cyndi:  Also, we'll use it as our Sepia Saturday picture.

Rusty:  And as our Black and White Sunday picture.  This is the vivid landscape style.

You can join the Sepia Saturday blog hop at Ruckus the Eskie's.

The Caturday Art blog hop is held at Athena & Marie's.

Black and white Sunday is hosted by Dachshund Nola and Golden Sugar.

Sam and Dr. Seuss

Sam is out of costume again.  (l-r: Micah, Cyndi, Rusty, Sam, Merci, Cameron)

Rusty:  Today we are celebrating the birthday of Dr. Seuss.  If he were still alive, he would be ... um, well, older than Jan!

Micah: How old is Jan?

Merci:  She's ... I'm not sure, but she's been around longer than any of us.

Cameron: Sam, we need to have a serious talk with you about your choice of hats for this annual celebration.

Sam: There's nothing wrong with my choice of hats for any occasion.  *glare*  I am always dressed for the proper occasion and this occasion is cold!

Cyndi:  It's good to be back in color again.  I felt so plain yesterday.

Cyndi in black & white

Cyndi:  Hey, you guys promised after Sepia Saturday, I'd be back in color.  But my colors are missing again.

Micah:  You were in color for Dr. Seuss Day, Cyndi.  And now you're in black in white for Black & White Sunday.

Rusty:  You're a pretty girl in any color - or lack of it, so just enjoy the extra attention this weekend.

Cyndi:  Do I get paid extra?  There's a cute outfit I'd like to buy.

Merci:  Paid?  Are you joking?  Oh, of course you are.  This is also Sunday Smile day.

Sam:  Something had been chasing deer away and the culprit was caught on video.

Cameron:  And wait till you see who was doing it.


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Join Nola the Dachshund and Golden Sugar for the Black and White Sunday blog hop. 

Cyndi Lost Her Colors and Rusty

Stop! Hold the presses! We interrupt this pre-scheduled post with important breaking news!

Today is Rusty's 10th birthday.  

How has this oversight happened?  One guess.  Yes, Jan never turned the page of the calendar to notice this important date.  And now Rusty feels overlooked - again.  Jan, you've got to either slow down or rent a memory.

Rusty, we apologize for being late and having to add you to this post.  We really do love you.

Aw, after we posted this, Rusty received a card from our friends at Love Is Being Owned by a Husky.  Thank you!

And now for our pre-scheduled post. 

Cyndi

Cyndi:  I'm a calico.  What happened to my beautiful colors?

Buddy:  Don't worry, Cyndi, you still have them.  Jan helped us make this photo in sepia, which doesn't show colors.

Cyndi:  Oh, well, you look the same in color or in sepia.  I didn't realize I'd look so plain.  When do I get my colors back?

Buddy:  Monday, I guess.  Tomorrow is Black & White Sunday,.

Cameron:  Tomorrow is also Dr. Seuss Day, so you'll appear in living color again, Cyndi.

Cyndi:  Okay, but if I don't, I get to paint my colors back into my picture, right?

Merci:  Of course, Cyndi.  *taps Cyndi's shoulder with comforting paw*  I'm sure this must be traumatic for you.  Why don't we go into the kitchen and ask Jan for a special treat to help you cope today.

Cyndi:  Good idea.  Maybe she'll tell me what she did with my colors.

Bloggers, come join the Sepia Saturday blog hop hosted by Ruckus the Eskie.

Green with Envy

Buddy:  Yesterday we posted a snow scene in color and also in black and white.  Sasha, Sami, & Saku from Kitty Korner wrote, The photos are very nice...but we thinks they would better if they were green. Sigh...can you tell we is all tired of winter?

Cyndi:  Well, we know how you kitties feel, so we decided to post a green snow scene just for Sasha, Sami & Saku. It makes us feel a bit better about the weather too.  Thanks for the idea. 

Green-for-spring snow scene

Merci:  We hope all of you in the path of the latest snow and ice storm will be warm and safe!  We saw the Atlanta weather report today.  Snow and ice is expected there this this week and the weather might be worse than the last storm they had.  So far, it doesn't appear their weather will come this far south, however, it seems as if anything goes this winter. 

Cameron:  We want to leave you with a smile so I asked Jan if she could make me green with envy.   She did.

Cameron is green with envy

Treats for Cold Cats

Cyndi:  As cold as it is, Jan should be feeding us more treats so we're too busy chewing to notice how cold we are.

Cameron:  That makes sense to me, but try explaining that to Jan.  She's kind of stingy with treats.

Percy:  But we did get a few.  Jan managed to snag us a free sample bag chewy.com was giving away.

Rusty:  Yeah, we each got a few.

 

Cyndi:  Here I am checking them out.

Percy:  Sniff, sniff. 

Micah:  Smells okay.  (Yes, I'm on the top of the gas stove.  It's warm here.  Jan gave me my treats and then she shooed me off again.  *sigh*)

Percy:  Excuse me, Cameron, but I believe these are mine.

Cameron:  Bug off, Percy, you already ate your share.

Cameron:  Scram!

Percy: I don't think so.

Cameron:  Go away.  These re mine.

Percy:  I don't see your name on them.

Rusty:  Sometimes it pays to find a quiet spot to be alone.  Treats in bed and no Percy to steal from me.

Micah:  The treats were the new Orijen original flavorfreeze dried treats for cats. made from chicken and turkey liver and boneless chicken, turkey and flounder.

Percy:  Have you seen any crumbs floating around here?  I think Jan forgot to give me my share and she says it was just a sample bag and there aren't any leftovers.

Cameron:  Don't you dare pretend you don't remember eating your share and half of mine, Percy!  Your nose is going to grow from fibbing.

Percy:  Well, it was worth a shot.  Do you think there's any chance Jan will spring for a full-size bag for us?

 Thank you for the sample, chewy.com. We did not receive any compensation for this post.  We just wanted to let you know if you have a chance to sample them, they're good.

Nonfurry Communication

 

Cameron

Cameron:  Excuse me as I clean up the last of my treats.  Okay, I'm finished.

We hope you all had a nice Thanksgiving.  

Our post today is for your humans.  You can enjoy it too, though.

Merci  (Sam's eye)

 Merci:  We have a fun video about communication in marriage.  At least we think it must be fun since it made Jan laugh.  She said if you're married, have ever been married, or intend to be married one day, you'll be able to relate.



Cameron:  Humans sure communicate in a strange way.  They don't seem to know how to say what they mean like us cats and dogs do..

Merci:  I agree, Cameron.  We say it like it is.  Psst.  You have crumbs on your tuxedo.

Cameron:  Oops.  *Brushes crumbs with paw*

Merci:  We hope our married human friends pay attention so they'll know the proper way to communicate.  Communication is important.

Cameron: Yes, so humans pay attention and learn. This Sunday Smile  is the communication song by Barnes & Miner, a hunband-wife comedy team. 



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Weruva Rap

PeRuCaMiCy?  MiCaPeRuCy? No, we aren't stoked on nip. We were trying to see what we could make from the first two letters of our feline names.  We tried different combinations but none of them make a word - or even any sense.  But Stacie and David  put the letters of their rescued cats' names together (WEbster, RUdi, VAnessa) and named their cat food Weruva. And we got to taste test some of Weruva's Cats in the Kitchen food.  It's made in a human food facility  Did we like it?

Cameron (Note to Blogger:  Cameron is NOT a purple tuxie.  He is black!)

Cameron: Ood?  Yef, lishus.

Oh, sorry Cameron:  Guess we should have waited till you finished eating to ask.  But we think you said,  "Good?  Yes, delicious."  Is that correct?

Cameron: Mmmf.

We'll take that as an affirmative.

Weruva Mack, Jack and Sam

We had an opportunity to taste test some Weruva Mack Jack and Sam grain, gluten and BPA free cat food in a pouch.  It has salmon, mackeral and skipjack tuna for high quality protein, in gravy.for hydration.

How does it taste, Percy?

Percy

Percy:  Ask me later.  I'm busy eating.

Okay.  Cyndi?

Cyndi (Blogger, SOBER UP! What have you done to Cyndi's lovely coat/color?)

Cyndi:  I think the fish is great.  But look at what Blogger did to me.  Jan doesn't take the greatest photos but I don't look like this and  Cameron isn't purple.  We have  uploaded the two photos several times and each time we look weird.  Halloween is over, Blogger! 

Rusty

Rusty: This fish is really good.

Micah

Micah: I'm cleaning my bowl.  Do we get seconds?

Sorry, there isn't any left.  But it sure was good.  We all liked it and ate every bite.

And after we finished eating,we laughed over their video, "Weruva Rap - Keep It Simple, Keep it Safe"


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Chewy.com has a variety of Weruva cat food.

We were provided with sample pouches to try but we were not paid to write this post. Any opinion expressed is our own.