For TT

Good bye sweet TT Girl...



Lend Me a Kitten
I will lend to you for awhile a kitten, God said.
For you to love while he lives, and mourn when he's dead.
Maybe for twelve or fourteen years, or maybe two or three.
But will you, 'till I call him back, take care of him for me?

He'll bring his charms to gladden you and, should his stay be brief
You'll always have his memories as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return.
But there are lessons taught below I want this kitten to learn.

I've looked the whole world over in search of teachers true.
And from the folk that crowds life's land I have chosen you.
Now will you give him all your love, nor think the labor vain?
Nor hate me when I come to take my kitten home again?

I fancied that I heard them say 'Dear Lord Thy Will Be Done'
For all the joys this kitten brings the risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter him with tenderness, we'll love him while we may.
And for the happiness we've known, forever grateful stay.

But should you call him back much sooner than we planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand.
If, by our love we've managed your wishes to achieve,
Then in memory of him whom we loved, please help us while we grieve.
When our cherished kitten departs this world of strife,
Please send yet another needing soul for us to love all his life.

Author Unknown

Wordless Wednesday

Tortie Tuesday

This is what happens when I don't get enough posts on the Bloggie! Jake you better watch out too!



- Pearl

ManCat Monday

Happy Monday all you ManCats!

We have taken ManCat Monday back from Pearl today, but it was no easy feat. She's trying to make it Wo-ManCat Monday, we'll have to see about that!

But today we wanted to show us the cool presents that our ManCat friend, Mr. Hendrix.

Look at all these goodies!
Bert checks everything out!
This zippy mouse is really cool (and tasty)!
Come on Bert, let's play!
And we don't want you to think that Pearl didn't enjoy the presents, it's just that she was busy hunting squirrels and didn't want to come in to see the cool presents - she played with them later though.

Thanks again Hendrix - they are great presents!
-Jake and Bert

Finally Friday #7

It's finally Friday - so that means another day for me!!!!

Now I'm not trying to sound all whiny, but I have real proof that they boys are hogging the blog! Mommy always tags each post with who it was by or about, and when you look at the number of posts marked Bert there are 95 posts, and Jake has 96 - and how many do I have? Ninety something? Nope - 87, that's right! See, it really is unfair.

So today is Finally Pearl-Day!


-Pearl

Practical Thursday Part Ten

Ha ha - another Pearl free day (not that we're trying to keep her off the blog or anything!). So here's another chapter of Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats - enjoy!

GUS: THE THEATER CAT
Gus is the Cat at the Theater Door.
His name, as I ought to have told you before,
Is really Asparagus. That's such a fuss
To pronounce, that we usually call him just Gus.
His coat's very shabby, he's thin as a rake,
And he suffers from palsy that makes his paw shake.
Yet he was, in his youth, quite the smartest of Cats-
But no longer a terror to mice and to rats.
For he isn't the Cat that he was in his prime;
Though his name was quite famous, he says, in its time.
And whenever he joins his friends at their club
(Which takes place at the back of the neighbouring pub)
He loves to regale them, if someone else pays,
With anecdotes drawn from his palmiest days.
For he acted with Irving, he's acted with Tree.
And he likes to relate his success on the Halls,
Where the Gallery once gave him seven cat-calls.
But his grandest creation, as he loves to tell,
Was Firefrorefiddle, the Fiend of the Fell.

'I have played', so he says, 'every possible part,
And I used to know seventy speeches by heart.
I'd extemporize back-chat, I knew how to gag,
And I knew how to let the cat out of the bag.
I knew how to act with my back and my tail;
With an hour of rehearsal, I never could fail.
I'd a voice that would soften the hardest of hearts,
Whether I took the lead, or in character parts.
I have sat by the bedside of poor Little Nell;
When the Curfew was run, then I swung on the bell.
In the Pantomime season I never fell flat
And I once understudied Dick Whittington's Cat.
But my grandest creation, as history will tell,
Was Firefrorefiddle, the Fiend of the Fell.'

Then, if someone will give him a toothful of gin,
He will tell how he once played a part in Easy Lynne.
At a Shakespeare performance he once walked on pat,
When some actor suggested the need for a cat.
He once played a Tiger - could do it again -
Which an Indian Colonel pursued down a drain.
And he thinks that he still can, much better than most,
Produce blood-curdling noises to bring on the Ghost.
And he once crossed the stage on a telegraph wire,
To rescue a child when a house was on fire.
And he says: 'Now, these kittens, they do not get trained
As we did in the days when Victoria reigned.
They never get drilled in a regular troupe,
And the think they are smart, just to jump through a hoop.'
And he'll say, as he scratches himself with his claws,
'Well, the Theater's certainly not what it was.
These modern productions are all very well,
But there's nothing to equal, from what I hear tell,
          That moment of myster
          When I made history
As Firefrorefiddle, the Fiend of the Fell.'

Wordless Wednesday

(Just when we said we never get in one picture!)