Today Is Magoo's First Birthday at the Bridge

Enjoying some sun

Today would have been Magoo's 15th purrthday. But he is at the Bridge instead of being here with us to celebrate. It has been almost eleven months since he suddenly left us.

As anyone who has lost a beloved pet, friend and companion, it is always the firsts after their passing that are the hardest; The First Christmas, the First Birthday, The First Anniversary of their passing.

You have a party with your furriends at the Bridge, Magoo. Run and play and wrestle to your heart's content.

We miss you.


Pee Ess: In a glimmer of hope, I came across the new comic for everyone's favourite youtube cat - Simon's Cat. Go have a good laugh, Magoo would have liked that. Thanks to Jasper McKitten Cat for the link.

Dolce's Purrthday!

Today our little Chatty Cathy Cat is 5 years old.



This was from when Dolce was just twelve weeks old. I originally posted it for her second birthday. Between you and me, this is what I see everytime I look at her.


She is still quite the little lady.

We love you, Beanie!

Happy Purrthday, Dolce!

It does not seem possible that our little Dolce is not so little anymore.

It was shortly after we adopted her from a local rescue society that I started this blog.


4 years later...

She is still a troublemaker as she runs through the house leaping and jumping on and over anything in her path.

She is still my little girl who still likes to be held and cuddled and told that all her mousies are safely hidden under the couch where she placed them.

Here are her purrthday gifts...


Happy Purrthday, Dolce!

Baci Waits Patiently...

Baci::Logs into the blog:: Nope. Don't see anything. It's like elebenty furrty! ::hangs his head and logs out::

::Time Passes::

Baci::Logs into the blog: What! Still nofing? I fink Dad wents to work and he didn't write nofing in the blog.::hangs his head and logs out::

::Time Passes::

Baci::Logs into the blog::Let's see if Dad has gotten off his butt. Crappity Crap Crap! He's posted nofing! Absolutely nofing! I gives him until my afternoon nap to post somefing very important. If he doesn't, something is going to meet a toothy or poopy death.::hangs his head and logs out::

::Time Passes::

Baci::Logs into the blog::Oh no, he didn`t! There`s nofing on the blog about my Purrthday! My very important 3rd Purrthday! This demands retribution! If I let`s him get away with this, then other peoples might think it`s okay to not post purrthday wishes. This is not acceptable. The question before is do I poop in the shoes and then pee in them or pee then poop. Decisions, decisions, decisions. ::holds his head high as he goes in search of dad`s good leather shoes::

Happy Purrthday, Smudge!

Happy Purrthday, Smudge!

Today, you are elebenty years old. You don't look a day over eight.


Love,

Dolce, Bella, Chloe, Magoo and Baci

Grandma, Mom, and Dad

Happy Purrthday Magoo!

Thirteen years ago, an angel came to earth. He did not have wings, but had four huge grey paws instead. He did not have a halo, but had a fluffy little tail instead. We did not know it at the time, but this little angel was made just for us.

The paws are still huge, and the little tail has grown into a long dust mop. He may have changed and grown up into a handsome mancat, but he will always be our little grey angel.


Happy Purrthday, Magoo!

With Love from

Mom, Dad, Grandma, Bella, Dolce, Smudge, Chloe, Dolce and even Baci.

Dolce's Purrthday Party

Welcome to Dolce's 2nd Purrthday Party!

Please come on over! There are plenty of tuna and ham and chik-hen appetizers on the buffet table. Niptinis and Russianless White Russians and Catnip Punch (for the younger kitties) on the beverage cart.

We have lots of climbing and chase games to play, and Magoo has overseen the construction of the feather bed for those who want take a break from the festivities.


So welcome one and all to Dolce's Purrthday Party!

Six days to Dolce's Purrthday

My wife informs me that have Dolce's purrthday wrong. It is not Sept 27th, but Sept 29th. What kind of a purrson gets his fur-child's purrthday wrong. I'm going to go with an attractive, witty, intelligent one. Everyone else in our house might challenge me on that one.

This was from when Dolce was just twelve weeks old.