Today We Meet Niles!

Hello, Readers.


Today, we meet Mr. Niles Chesterfield of Cambridge. London. (He insisted I add that. He’s from Wisconsin. He’s not fooling anyone.) Niles is the senior member of the Grelyak household. Having been adopted from a no-kill rescue somewhere about the turn of the century, (this latest one, not the previous one), Niles has been with MomFOD throughout her college years and all the years beyond. He’ll be celebrating his 18th birthday this year and is still chugging along like a champ. Let’s hear what he has to say!

Niles today. (Well, yesterday, or recently enough, anyway.)


Crepes: How’s the weather today, Niles?

Niles: What feather?

Crepes: No, the weather!

Niles: Back in Ott 9, I recall a rather beautiful feather. It tickled my fancy, one might say.

Crepes: Right… So, tell us about yourself?

Niles: I have a fabulous shelf. High up on the wall, built by my Alana herself. Quite a good show she put on, really.

Crepes: I see.

Niles: So can I! Hearing’s not so good these days, though.

Crepes: You don’t say.

Niles: It’s Tuesday.

Crepes: I quit.


Anyway, there you have it! Dear Old Niles, the 17, almost 18, year old black cat with the scruffy fur and a love of cuddling. He would like to represent the senior constituency of our readers.

Niles, at age fifteen and a half.


Lookin to the future!





And Our First Contestant Is….Mrs P.!

Dear Readers,

Let’s get started with the action of meeting all the new members of my growing editorial team!

May I present to you (Because MomFOD said I had to) the never-industrious, always languishing, not particularly illustrious Mrs. P. Sylvia Peabody! (Insert applause here- or don’t. Whatever.)   You may remember Mrs P. from my previous posts. She’s the tortie. Anyway, that’s it for Mrs P! Thanks for stopping by-

Editor’s Note: This article has been re-edited by your editor to actually bring you information about Mrs. Peabody, despite the protests and demonstrations of a jealous Crepes. 

Mrs. P. Sylvia Peabody is, indeed, a tortie. Found within a group of tiny torties circa 2006, Mrs. P and her siblings were being tormented by some children with sticks. A kind neighbor scooped them up and, with my help, found homes for several, including Mrs. P.  After many years of being a happy-go-lucky little tortie (of the pleasant variety rather than the sassy ilk), Mrs. Peabody lost her best buddy Rocky to cancer. Since then, Mrs. P. has suffered from numerous bouts of IBD, developed an allergy to fish products, and now has anxiety issues that are alleviated with fluoxetine, the generic version of Prozac.  She’s a sweet, loving girl who enjoys the odd butt slap. Let’s have Mrs. P say a few things herself:


Hello, everyone. I love naps. And I love the window perch. I also love my mom. I really love to eat. Gosh, food is great. I like fish, too! But it makes me poop and then I have to run away from it and hide under a chair. I love purring and meowing, too. I HATE thunder! Also, I fancy myself to be a spicy girl who occasionally likes a spanking. And I love boxes! Remember that time I stole Crepes’ underwear?



She was MAD. It was great! Talk to you all soon!




Alright, Peabody. Well, perhaps we’ll put you in charge of reviews or…something.

We’ll be hearing from some more of our candidates this week!

Leave any questions you may have for Mrs. P in the comments!



Alana and Crepes.


Mrs P and Doodle, circa 2006.

Payback, circa 2008.






A Word from the Editor…

Dear All,

As you’ve noticed, we’ve been gone for awhile, but we miss you, and sometimes you’re all kind enough to leave notes saying that you miss us. Here’s the thing: Crepes and I have been separated, through no fault of hers or mine or anyone’s, really. She’s gone to live with the DadFOD. He takes lots of photographs of her, which she seems to believe means she now has a modeling contract.  No reason to set her straight on that one.

In any case, we still feel like we have things to say. I may not be able to blog as frequently, but I’m still learning things that I want to share with you. Things are still going on with all the other kitties and there have even been some additions (through no fault of my own, once again) that have enhanced our home.  I’d like to introduce you to them and continue helping promote the little guys that need all the help they can get. We’re still even trying out a few products here and there (only the ones that really interest us and we think are great ideas for enhancing your furry buddies’ lives) and figure we can let you know when we find something cool. And also, Louie has REALLY been waiting for his chance to blog. And, being one of the other special needs pets in the house (heart murmur), he believes it’s his time to shine. Who am I to tell him he can’t?


We’ll be in touch. And don’t worry,  you’ll still get to hear from Crepes often.

Crepes, the model, the enigma. (photo provided by the DadFOD)


With Love,


Alana (and Crepes, and all the rest.)