Karl and Ruis' Wedding

Here is the official picture of the wedding party.  From left to right are Princess, Miss Peach, Sassy, Karl, Ruis, Momo, Opus and Roscoe.  The wedding was quite a spectacular affair and everyone had a wonderful time.  For lots more information and pictures, see Karl and Ruis's blog.  The reception will start later today.  You can see lots of pictures of the guests at the reception blog.  I am so happy to see these two darling boys united in their awesome love for each other.

                                    Karl got married to Ruis.
                                    It was a wedding designed to please.
                                         We wish all joys
                                         To these marvellous boys
                                    And many happy years to Karl and Ruis.

Cato

Cato is an indoor/ourdoor Siamese cat who lives in the Napa Valley of California.  This tree is one of his favorite spots to hang out.  Cato is a mighty hunter and catches all kinds of birds and small animals, which he then eats.  When he comes in for the night, he is also a mighty sleeper with a mighty snore.  His human has threatened to get him a kitty-sized anti-snoring mask, but that hasn't happened yet. Cato is currently running for President and I like his platform.  He is also quite a philosopher and writes some very interesting things on his blog. For instance, he maintains that all cats are saints, even if they are naughty, because their purring and lap cuddling can be quite miraculous in making their humans feel better.  At present, he is running an "I'm too sexy" Catwalk Contest and the entrants are amazing.

                                      Cato is a philosopher kitty.
                                      You should read his blog; he is quite witty.
                                              Every cat is a saint,
                                              Even if you think you ain't.
                                       Remember that purrs have helped many a kitty*.

And dog and human and hamster and many others.
                                              

Memorial Day

Sunday was Poppy Day and this is my poppy.  I get one every year.  Memorial Day is the day we set aside to remember all our dead from all our wars.  Mostly we focus on those who died in battle, and that is as it should be.  They gave the ultimate sacrifice so that we could continue to live in liberty.  I salute them, one and all.  There are others, though, that I think we should give a little thought to.  My brother's best friend in high school was a consciencious objector to the Vietnam War.  When he was drafted, he agreed to go as a medic.   He came home totally broken in mind.  He committed suicide within a year.  I have read that every month, every week, maybe even every day veterans of the wars Afganistan and Iraq come home broken in mind the same way and they also commit suicide.  To me, they are as much war casualties as those who died on the battlefield.  Please take a moment to remember these casualties, too.

Goodbye, Bonnie Underfoot

Bonnie Underfoot showed signs of feeling ill early Thursday morning and was rushed to the emergency vet, where her heart stopped a little after noon.  The vet used CPR and brought her back once, but the second time her heart stopped, nothing worked.  This is devastating news.  Bonnie and Victor have been blogging since December 2005 and are well known and loved all over the Cat Blogosphere.  Theirs was one of the first cat blogs I started reading when I discovered cat blogs a couple of years ago.  I always adored her feistiness.  She was the inspiration for the Attack Tabbies club.  She loved her Man and tolerated the Woman and the Boy, but she never got used to having Victor around.  Sitting in boxes was one of her favorite things and she won the Silver Medal in box sitting in the Cat Olympics.  I found Bonnie quite inspirational and wrote two limericks for her, which can be found here and here.  I am really going to miss her.  My deepest condolences to her family and especially to Victor, who always wanted her to like him.

                                  Bonnie Underfoot has left us behind,
                                  But we will always keep her in mind.
                                          We love her dearly;
                                          Our hearts are nearly
                                 Broken to pieces 'cause she left us behind.
                                  

Archi Ann

Mickey suggested in a comment on my last post that my limericks come from my Happy Place and most of them do.  However, some of them come from a very Sad Place.  I found out last night that one of my bunny buddies, Archi Ann, had gone to the Rainbow Bridge very unexpectedly on Sunday, May 18th.  I can't bring myself to write about what happened -- it's just too sad. Archi Ann was a brown and white Dutch bunny with a great sense of fun.  She was happy, clever, witty and very sweet (when she wanted to be).  She also had a lot of character and was just loaded with bunnitude.  I am very sad that I never wrote her a happy limerick while she was alive.  Maybe I'll be able to do that someday, for her Mom, who misses her very much.  I will also miss her terribly.  I enjoyed visiting her blog so much and she was a regular visitor to this blog.  Her Mom will leave up Archi Ann's blog in her memory and continue her own blog at Archi's Mum.  Both are well worth a visit.

                          She hopped to the Bridge, did Archi Ann.
                          She left much too soon and all we can
                                  Do is say good-bye
                                  And bravely try
                          To remember the good times with Archi Ann.

Stuff

I'm not doing so great lately.  I'm healthy, just a bit stressed and depressed.  I am putting in about an hour of overtime per day and that puts a crimp in my blogging time.  I hope to get back to the limericks soon, but it will probably be at least a day or two.  I'm not really complaining; I just don't want any of you to worry about me.  I'll be fine.

Anita

Anita is a calico cat who lives in the Canary Islands off the coast of Spain.  She blogs in both Spanish and English, though her earliest blog entries are in Spanish only.  She is a gatorrista with plans for world domination.  She has done a pretty good job of dominating her Mami and Papi with both adoring looks and demands.  That just leaves the rest of the world.  She loves to go outside on her balcony for fresh air and bird observation.  She also likes to taste her Mami's plants out there.  Lately she has had her sun time restricted because she slept in the sun for too long and, despite her Mami having put sunscreen on her ears, her ears got sunburned.  Anita is very playful and one of her favorite toys is a felt rat.  She also likes to play with crumpled up balls of tinfoil.  Anita really loves her food and got too fat at one time.  She got put on a diet and lost the extra weight.  Some time ago she was diagnosed with renal failure, but with good food and medication she seems to have overcome this problem.  The last time she went to the vet, her prognosis was very good.  Anita was born in a closet to a Siamese mother.  Her Mami had always wanted a cat, but hadn't had good luck with adopting one.  Her Mami heard about some kittens through a friend of the niece of the woman who lived with the Siamese who had given birth.  In August of 1997, Anita and her Mami first saw each other and it was love at first sight.  They have been together happily ever since.

                                  Anita is a gatorrista.
                                  World domination is in her vista.
                                              She dominates her beans
                                              By various means.
                                  She works hard for the cause of the gatorrista.