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:

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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?

 

I’m SASSY.

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

Love,

Peabody.

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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!

Love,

 

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.)

So Let’s Assume I Needed Some Assistance

You Guys,

My serious look.

My serious look.

Let’s maybe say that I decided I need a little help to continue blogging. Why? Complicated reasons, I suppose (including my new modeling career, but let’s not make a big deal out of it). You may have noticed that I haven’t been around much lately. A lot of things have happened that have caused that and I feel like, at this time in my life, my calling is in a different place. But, for the sake of discussion (as you know I love to do), let’s say that I wanted my blog to go on. That I wanted another kitty to have a voice for occasionally posting about cool things and helping out pets in need. Someone who was similar to me but different. Maybe spots instead of stripes, or solid instead of stripes, or hairless instead of stripes. Or four-legged instead of three. Stripes. You get my point.

Who would you want to talk to? Who would YOU want to tell you about all the things? MomFOD wants us to collect your input for this most pressing of matters. Her criteria are stupid  as follows:

  1. Must be a cat that already lives with her because she’s not getting ANOTHER cat

That’s it.  I’ll be providing bios of the candidates in upcoming posts. Stay tuned!

As for me, don’t worry about me. It’s just that my modeling contracts are taking me away from the keyboard too much. No bigs.

Artist's rendering of Moi.

Artist’s rendering of Moi.

 

cat model

Workin’ it hardcore.

Love,

Crepes.