Tasty Tuesday: Good Mews for the Holidays

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Before we begin our post, we have sad news to share.  Yesterday, unexpectedly, my remaining feline brother, Puffy, crossed Over the Rainbow Bridge.  We will post a proper tribute on Thursday.  Mom did that text thingie as she left Dr. Schaffer’s to Miss Linda, Savannah’s (my BFF – best feline friend) Mom.  Within half a day, Miss Linda told Miss Ann from Zoolatry, who made a beautiful badge and some of our blogville friends were already sending their thoughtful condolences.  Talk about the Power of the Paw! (POTP)  Thank you so much for wrapping your virtual arms around us.

Puffy and Fluffy gave their paws of approval this year when Mom, wearing her Kitchen Counselor hat, submitted a recipe to Miss Sharon from Good Mews.  Good Mews is a 24 year old no kill, cage free feline shelter in Atlanta.  The cookbook contains 300 recipes from volunteers and supporters.  The cost is $16, click here to purchase a cool holiday gift which helps felines find forever homes.

We remain inspired by the blogville connections that arise from posting and the kindness and good that gets done.

Another great let’s help some felines, day.

Thanks to Sugar and Kol for initiating Tasty Tuesdays, today is our thirty-fourth participating post!

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Wordless Wednesday – In Honor of My Boys

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Lately, JJ (she starts it) and I have given Puffy a rough time. He’s always called “under Mom’s bed” his “man cave” or safe spot. Well, with Little Miss “I’m So Slender, I Can Fit Under Mom’s Bed, Too” camping out under there, Puff’s suffered some added feline anxiety. He’s also come out of his “man cave” more lately to hang with Mom on top of the bed and even attempts to remain when JJ hops up. Gotta give him props for that!

Fluffy, still chatting away, has deteriorated for awhile now. He’s a sweet guy, nothing more to add.

So, in honor of my boys (who many fondly call Pluffy), with thanks mostly to Auntie Liz (she sent many of these pics), I present Adorable Felines:

Another great, I love my boys, day.

Thanks to blogpaws for hosting the Wordless Wednesday Hop.

Fluff’s Alright

Hey, It’s Jet Here.

I thought you should meet my other feline brother, Fluffy.  Unlike Puffy, read this, Fluff’s a laid back kind of guy.  My only beef with him involves his incessant talking to Mom.  When she’s not around, he unobtrusively sleeps in the office chair, on top of the sofa, on top of the counters (shhh, don’t tell Mom, the kitchen counters and table are the ONLY places she forbids the cats to go.), on any bed, rug, or floor surface.

When we met, we had a simpatico vibe going, maybe because we share the same fur colors.  Fluff doesn’t scamper off, hiss like a viper or try to swipe me like another feline I know, when I enter his “personal space” which for another feline I know encompasses most of OUR house.  Jet that was quite a mouthful!  Mooommm, I’m expressing my feelings just like you tell us to.

I permit Fluff to share some of my favorite hangouts, too, like:

• Under Mom’s desk – When Mom’s there, I reclaim my spot. Fluff prefers to lay right in front of Mom’s computer screen and chat with her about her activities.  He comments and often suggests different keyboard strokes to improve her efforts.
• My parts of Mom’s bed – When Mom’s there, Fluff prefers to read Mom’s books upside down or keep her book open by laying in front of the bottom third of both pages.
• My favorite spots in Mom’s bathroom – When Mom’s there, Fluff requests that she turn on her faucet to deliver a gentle water stream.  Fluffy and Puffy insist upon drinking fresh running water.  Divas! JET… Sorry, Mom.

You know Fluff’s a good guy when he let’s my human sister do this:

Another great day with my bro.

UN Negotiations – Send Me In!

Hey, It’s Jet Here.

Now that we’ve gotten to know each other a bit, I thought I should introduce you to the lower life forms I share my house with.  Jet, that’s not an acceptable way to speak about your feline brothers Puffy and Fluffy.  Mom, you should hear how Puffy talks about me.  He ALWAYS reminds me: Cats Rule, Dogs Drool.  Well, Jet, two wrongs do not make a right, I will speak with him about this.  Yes, Mom.

Anyway, as I was going to say before Mom had to get her two cents in.  (Jet…) Yeah, I know Mom.  When I joined the family, the top priority was to set the pecking order.  Koko, well, she immediately informed me that she had no interest in politics.  One down, two to go.  Upon meeting, Fluffy seemed like a decent guy, the only thing – he NEVER stops talking to Mom.  How much can one guy possibly have to say?  Then, I met Puffy.

Puffy held “Head Honcho” position prior to my arrival.  After surveying the whole house, the time came for a showdown.

Puffy: Dude, this is my turf.

Me:  There’s a new K9 in town.

Puffy:  Hiss.  Cats Rule, Dogs Drool – SEE MOM, TOLD YOU!

Me:  Woof, Woof – I’m bigger and louder.  Unlike my sister, I bark and chase and I’m not afraid to go under the bed.

Puffy: A superior feline such as myself can jump higher and outfox you  anytime.

Me: Big Woof.  I can block the door to the laundry room and you’ll never see your food bowl or litter box again.

Puffy: Who needs this job, I can spend my time much more wisely.

Me: Glad you see it my way.

From my perspective, Jet walked in the house, he looked and sniffed around, we introduced him properly (tush first) to Koko, then, Fluffy, then Puffy.  I knew Puffy had been the alpha, so, I anticipated a hiss or two.  They stared at each other for what felt like a few minutes and it was all over, Jet assumed the alpha post.  Oh, I should mention, that I told all four that I would accept nothing less than a harmonious house.  After three years, I recently made a mental note that Puffy and Jet concurrently rested on my bed with me.