By Sweetie at Mischief and Mayhem Central
One of our feline friends recently passed on. Murphy (or the Murph as Grammy would call him) was a respectable 20 years old. May 22, 2001 - June 10, 2021 He is survived by his sister Bella and Mom and Dad who miss him so very much.
We have few memories of him. Grammy and Malcolm spent time caring for him, Bella and Granddad while Mom and Pop were on vacation a couple of times.
But then, back a few years ago - about 5, we think - we all went to visit Aunty L and stayed for about a month. Grammy was having some work done on her condo and so we were trundled off to visit and enjoy our 'summer vacation', so to speak. Well, it was an adventure.
We girls took it all in stride but Rondo and Etude were freaked out when they were housed in a separated room from us girls. You ask why we were separated? Well, we had different diets and Grammy thought it would be easier for Aunty L. It might have been, if not for our brothers, the fraidy cats.
There was a stranger cat outside their glass door. Who was this bold fellow staring at them through the window pane? Yes, it was Murphy... the mancat of the house... and we were intruding on HIS domain. And yes, our big brave brothers who outweighed the Murph by a good 7 or 8 pounds each... were intimidated. SO, it ended up all five of us hunkered down in one small room and were all fed the girls' food. Not so convenient for us girls but hey, we managed.
The big memory of that vacation was Mousie's adventure. She managed to sneak past Aunty L and got into the nether reaches of the basement. Poor Aunty L was so upset and worried that she feared Mousie had gotten outside. Fortunately not. The little mischief was roaming around the furnace, plenum and pipes. Grammy went over to help look for her, thought she could hear footsteps on the pipes and decided to spend the night on the bed with us instead of upstairs in a comfy bed. Sure enough, in the wee small hours she heard scratching at the entrance to the furnace room. AND our wee adventure-cat Mousie had resurfaced. She was hungry, thirsty and tired and headed straight for the food dish and water bowl before curling up for a long nap.
Well, this morning's blog is really about Murphy so why don't you settle back and check out our video here.
Just one more thing... the Murph will always be in our hearts.
Created and written with love, Sweetie.
Comments are welcomed.
by Sweetie, blogger and sad cutiepie,
Good morning, dear friends.
We are saddened that our friend Sadie has passed. She was adopted by Grammy's friend, our Aunty Lynda. Age unknown. Previous health record also unknown. But from this point on Sadie the beautiful calico would live the good life - food in her bowl, fresh water too, litterbox always kept fresh - and loads of places to lay her head and snooze. Her favourite was snuggled atop the sofa, or better yet, atop mommy on a blanket. And she was loved and adored. It was a life to be cherished, a life of ease and comfort.
For years there was only one downside to Sadie's life. That was when Grammy visited. Sadie would go on high alert. She knew there was a very good chance nails would be trimmed. This was not appreciated by Sadie. Not at all. And yet, it was a necessity to prevent her getting caught up in blankets and clothing. Despite this the challenge was on. Each time it became a little harder to find Sadie - under the blankets on the bed? under the bed? in the back corner of her wee condo? who knows where? She was a mistress of disappearing.
In her later years illness visited Sadie with a vengeance. She had stomach issues that for a time were controlled by diet but as she aged these became harder to manage. Add on that she was going blind and often got disoriented and life became a sad litany of meows - Hunger? food was in the normal place. - Fear? where am I? where are you, mom? - Pain? … it was hard to tell, but finally her quality of life had diminished and a decision had to by made.
It is with great sadness we tell you...that time had come for Aunty Lynda to let her sweet Sadie go. We send our condolences to our dear aunty and hope she feels our comforting purrs across the city.
Please check out our slideshow of sweet Sadie.
by Gentle Mouse, friend to the Muddy Water's Family
We at M&M Central are all in tears. Our sweet friend Third, brother of Little Boy Cat passed away yesterday, February 18th.
We suspended our regular blog post for yesterday to prepare this memoriam to our dear friend.
A gentle giant with a heart of gold, Third lived a quiet life. He loved his perch where he could peruse the neighbourhood, listen to the birds, watch butterflies, smell flowers and soak up sunshine.
Little was heard from him during his early days on Facebook and this was how he liked it. His middle names could have been - Peace, Wisdom - for those were his attributes. He was happy to let his beloved flamboyant brother have the limelight while he enjoyed quiet and nature.
When the family moved to Muddy Waters his love for Miss Mitzy blossomed until they became a family. Soon after they adopted Roscoe George and planned the future adoptions of Mimi and little Goody Two Paws. The two little mischiefs are ensured a place in the family forever.
After the passing of LBC he came into his own, playing more with the household kittens and becoming a velcro cat. He loved his mom, TDMB (The Divine Ms B) and spent more time snuggling with her, comforting her and blossoming into a true cuddlebunny.
We, the M&M crew, RAINA, and the crew from MCISC, planned all kinds of mischief together. While he would participate he always made sure we stayed safe as we enjoyed ourselves. By doing so he won all of our hearts.
We will surely miss our dear friend.
Please visit our slide show of Third's life as we knew it.
By the M&M crew and Grammy,
We thought we would share a few memories of our friend Little Boy Cat, who left us for a better place last year this week. Each of us will share our special memories and why they are special starting with Grammy.
Hello friends. My first memory of Little Boy Cat was his photo...He looked so much like my Monty who only lived a short 32 months many years ago. I was intrigued and looked further into his page which was fairly new... and realized he was a chef, had a cheeky side to his nature and loved his DMB (divine ms b for those who don't know them) beyond measure. Well, this was a page I wanted to follow and thought it would be great to meet the woman behind the cat. I was not disappointed and we continue to be friends all these years later. How did I meet him in the first place? Well, it was Sweetie who introduced him to me. Sweetie - you take over.
Hi besties. At the time I met LBC I was baking Bunnytail cookies for our Facebook visitors. I was so excited to see another baker was on FB and decided I had to check him out. Grammy was with me as we checked his credentials and she laid the ground work by asking if he would give me lessons. When he agreed I thought life couldn't get better than this... but let me tell you... almost every interaction with LBC increased my little sisterly adoration. The old duffer (said lovingly) tried to set up a date with me but Grammy said she thought I was too young. Well, I wasn't 3 yet and he was a decade older so I whispered to Grammy that maybe Gentle Mouse would be a better fit. It might bring her out of her little 'shell' and into the real world. So I suggested we set up a date and they met at Beastly Brunch and Bakery. Well, that was a bit of a disaster. First Mousie went to the wrong place and then rather than wait for LBC she wandered over to the other location only to find he had done the same... she waited for his return, ran to the washroom to wash her tear-streaked face and missed him. DISASTER! But, shortly after that they finally met and the rest is history.... oh, and I got my baking lessons. AND he catered my 3rd Birthday party which was an amazing blast. Win! Win! Over to Whiskers next.
Hello dear readers. I, Mousie's mother, was a little skeptical about my little darling dating such an outgoing, debonair fellow and insisted that Mouse and LBC could meet but I planned on checking him out beforepaw. Don't remember just how that worked out but I vaguely remember him coming to the door and Mousie being very shy and hiding in her room. BUT once she met him and fell head over heels I insisted she be chaperoned until I felt he would take perfect care of my little girl. Well, they don't say I'm Wily Whiskers for nothing. I got to go on many wonderful dates and adventures, ate the most delicious foods and saw places I'd never see on Grammy's income. AND I was sure he was the perfect mancat for my girl....outgoing while she was shy, classy and generous while we were just normal catfolk, and I could see he loved her to the moon and beyond. And I was right. He brought out the fun and cheek in Mousie and while her nature is still shy there is a feistiness evident as well as a desire for adventure. Thank you, LBC for loving my wee girl.
Over to Etude and Rondo.
Howdy friends. We loved and still love LBC. Especially loved the adventures he took us on and the wonderful foods he made. AND we really enjoyed sneaking onto his jet when he took Mousie on dates. Unfortunately, he caught on pretty quick and shipped us off in his jet to other venues with Whiskers to supervise us. We did our best to outsmart the old duffer but he must have taken lessons from Wily Whiskers. Well, no matter, we had many wonderful adventures, were able to tease them when we did tag along on their dates and were treated like the little princes we are by the old boy. We love Little Boy Cat into forever. … well, last to speak to you all.... MOUSIE.
*shyly* Hello friends. Gentle Mouse here. I have had many names like Mouse, Mousie and Gentle Mousie and all are loved by me. I'm a little shy but when I was with Little Boy Cat (my dearheart Cheffy) and safe in his furry arms and paws I felt a confidence I'd never felt before. He treated me to beautiful gifts, trips and adventures which were delightful but the thing I love the most was that he treated me like the most cherished kitty in the whole wide world. He always knew what I'd like to eat, the places I'd enjoy visiting and there were many. And he exposed me to a myriad of life experiences all the while keeping me safe within his sight and wrapped in his big fuzzy paws. In those last months despite feeling unwell he continued to interact with the family and me right to the end. I, in turn, loved and continue to love him to eternity. Now we only see each other in our dream dates but they are exquisite. restful and peaceful... just the way we love them. Oh and there is a celebration of his life this coming Friday... check out his page for details.
So, without more ado let us all say...
Little Boy Cat (Cheffy dearest) we love you, miss you here on earth. We keep an eye on our DMB as best we can from such a distance... but take comfort in knowing you are there to watch over her too. We hope her grief will turn to joyful memories to cherish until you meet again. I, Mousie, look forward to more dream dates and we all will see you when it is our time.
Friends, we look forward to comments from you. We will enjoy responding to them.
by Rondo and Etude, repentant rapscallions.
It is with heavy hearts that we write this. One of our best friends, in fact, our best friend, Little Boy Cat, passed on yesterday, Thursday, October 5, 2017.
Little Boy Cat, or LBC as we called him, and our baby sister Sweetie met on Facebook in February 2015 and had a common interest in baking. LBC, an experienced baker and entrepreneur, offered to teach Sweetie some much needed lessons in making cookies. You see, we are a family that loves cookies and entertaining our animal friends and to do so we needed an endless supply of sweets to go along with our nip tea. Well, long story short... a deep and lasting friendship developed between the two families and our Divine Ms B and Grammy.
In there somewhere Mousie and LBC (her Cheffy dearest) fell in love. Little Boy Cat was the catalyst needed to bring Mousie, our wee sister, out of her shell. Until then she was shy and retiring – a demure, timid little puss. LBC was responsible for encouraging her to express herself, bringing out her adventurous and humourous side... And boy it turned out she is feisty and has a funny side to her. This is evident in some of our past blogs and Facebook posts.
We, on the other hand, had no need to be brought out of our shells. In fact, I think Grammy would have liked to see us put back in our wee eggshells and incubated for another 20 years. We spent the last few years teasing, tormenting and harassing the lovebirds. Oh, not only them but many others too. We are an incorrigible pair.
Well, back to Little Boy Cat. LBC and his mummy, TDMB, were another duo who encouraged us to start our blog. (see blog... Nerissa, Missed but Never Forgotten) Their advice, good humour, quirky remarks and prodding spurred us on to continue writing.
In addition to encouraging us, LBC and TDMB shared their expertise, time and skills to teach Grammy and the rest of us how to put on fantastic Facebook parties, plan adventures and romantic getaways for the loving duo and many others.
Our first memory of one such magnificent party was for Sweetie’s 3rd birthday. We were picked up in Pretty in Pink, LBC’s pink jet, transported to Florida to Sanibel Island to the most wonderful venue. The food was delicious, entertainment was endless and delightful, and friends who attended were amazing.
Of course, we boys got into some mischief, but what can you expect with active three year olds with energy to spare. We’ll let you check out the photos for a few of our mischievous antics.
Oh, there were many more adventures, some when we were included, others when we blindsided them after sneaking aboard Pretty in Pink, and many where we were sent one way on adventures with Whiskers as the adult accompanying us while Mousie and LBC slipped off in the opposite direction to parts unknown. Through it all LBC was a gentleman, a cat of exquisite taste and impeccable manners….but not a pushover. He knew how to handle miscreants like us.
Then came the day when TDMB, LBC and his brother Third moved from Tennessee to Pennsylvania. Our dear friend Tammy hopped in her car, toodled down and gathered them up, had everything loaded into a moving van, and brought them all back to Muddy Waters. That was a week to celebrate. Our dear DMB and the boys were no longer left to the mercies of their landlords. They had a new home, a new extended family. AND they were closer to us. Unfortunately, despite numerous attempts, circumstances haven’t worked out that Grammy and Ms B have met physically. Yet! One day we shall. And what a day that will be! Our only regret is that we shan’t meet LBC in this realm.
We thank our DMB for sharing her beloved family and most especially Little Boy Cat with us. We have loved every minute of the past two years eight months of adventures, misadventures, mischief and mayhem. We hope to continue to do so with Third, our DMB, Miss Mitzy, Aunty Tammy and many, many others.
Meantime, we will keep writing to honour our mentor, Little Boy Cat. May he rest in peace as he watches over the thousands of adoring fans and loved ones he left behind.
by Whiskers, Matriarch of Mischief
It is with a heavy heart that we say good-bye to our friend, Nerissa, affectionately known as Nissy.
Nissy was many things. An inveterate writer, a blogger, humourist, and creative thinker. AND he has been published. He was also a strong proponent of rescue, TNR, and spreading the word to save kitties from the kill shelters in NYC. We only knew him for a very short time... barely a year... and yet despite the brevity of our friendship it seemed we'd known him a lifetime.
We met Nissy through Facebook when Grammy was falling off the sofa laughing at his blog and we had to see what that was all about. Each blog Nissy wrote made Grammy giggle and guffaw and saw us scrambling to see what was up. Well, then we'd all be rolling on the floor in absolute hysterics. Nissy was a funny guy who knew how to tickle the funny bone. MOUSES! He truly was hilarious. Again, we say, MOUSES!
To us, Nissy became more than a friend. A few months into the friendship he became a mentor and blog coach, encouraging us to start our own blog. His encouragement and advice gave us the impetus to take that huge leap into blogdom. For that we shall be ever grateful. We shall never be stars but he has set a benchmark to which we shall aspire. MOUSES, Nissy! We have our work cut out for us.
Nissy's family asked that anyone wishing to donate to a worthy cause please donate to TeamTNR his charity of choice. For those who don't know what TNR is...Trap, Neuter, Release is a program whereby cats are humanely captured in cages, transferred to a centre where they are neutered or spayed, then returned to their colony and released. This helps to control populations, reduces the competition of toms for mates and the spread of diseases through mating, creates a more calm, harmonious and manageable community. Along with TNR this group also manage a colony and so much more. Definitely a cause of choice. MOUSES!
This may be the shortest blog we've written to date, but the most heartfelt. We miss you Nissy but you shall never be forgotten.
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