Mr. Hendrix the Kitty. The Best Cat.

I am finally posting a tribute to my dear kitty. I have had trouble really accepting that Hendrix died. Although I knew he had FIV, I really felt like I’d be helping him to the Bridge at age 19 with his VET, his daddy and the kids all saying “Wow, what a good long life this guy had. We gave him great treatment, great love and that made a big difference.” I guess there is guilt. Like the stresses in our home brought about the heart issues and that is what brought the FIV to the forefront. I am very overdue for posting a tribute to my sweet kitty on this blog. I guess I feel like this blog is bigger, more important, than a post on my Facebook page.
 It was through this blog that I found a fun and creative voice through Hendrix. I feel like our blogging friends will get this more. Not because our friends and family (outside of blogging) don’t love furries, or didn’t love him, but because of that voice we all find through our fur babies. It is just different. Special.
So here it goes.

Dear Mr. Hendrix the Kitty. The Best Cat.

Thank you. Thank you for everything. Your daddy and I were married in Sept of 2013, but we didn't become a family until you. That November (11/3/2004) driving home from work when I saw you on the side of the road. The Universe said, "those people need a fe-LION" and boy did it give us one.

You were so skinny and so sick. So scared of even the stairs. Then with a lot of patience, a lot of love and a lot of treats and catnip, you blossomed. Wow did you ever. We didn't realize how many "formerly feral" posts we'd get from your blossoming. hahaha Such fun. 

Daddy is so allergic to cats. He had that silly rule about you not being allowed on the sofas. Or the bed. hahaha remember that? Within a month you were taking over and he was taking Claritin by the dozen. 

You were my first cat and I couldn't have asked for a better one. You let me dress you up in ridiculous costumes and outfits (although I don’t think you minded dressing like Max) and those silly claw covers.

You did love those minions.

You kept me company while I did, well, everything!

When we struggled with fertility, I could cry around you (you never liked being close to tears and upsets) and when I was done, you’d come and lay by me.

When I was gigantic carrying those two little stinkers, you’d squeeze into the tiniest spot just to lay next to me on the sofa and bed. Daddy and I had to change sides of the bed because I couldn’t climb over you to get to the bathroom and get around the bed! Hahaha, then you followed me to the other side if the bed…

When Joel came along, you didn’t know what to do. We kept including you as much as we could and eventually you forgave us for having him. As he grew, you were always a part of every adventure.

Joel in Tent Wars!

Especially once you realized how much food he would drop off the high chair.

The sticky boy just harassed the crud out of you. You were as patient as we could ask. You also only popped him with a closed paw when you’d super had enough. We got that and we appreciated it. Is it any wonder his first word was “kitty.”

Joel loves you so much. I remember him kissing your boo boo when you got shots at the Vet. I can’t believe how lucky I was to get that on film.

Then the blurpy girl came along and you were like, “dudes, did you not learn your lesson before???” She is a totally different kid than Joel. 

Julia in Tent Wars!

She was not impressed with you. You two were always competing for our attention. If I was playing with Julia, you came and sat between us, if I was petting you, she came over and shoved in. Toward the end, I believe you two had a mutual admiration (or distain) society. Either way, she’d started saying “kitty” and smiling at you, and you wouldn’t jump off the sofa if she was sitting on my lap.

You stayed a part of our family. We never wanted you to feel excluded and I hope you never did. More than being a part of our family as a group, you and Joel found a special bond after Julia was born. For that I will always be grateful Always.

Having you in our growing family was a blessing that I can’t articulate. You added something to our home that we’ll never find again (even when we get another furry kid). 

You gave me a creative voice through your blog, but your blog gave me a gift of allowing me get to know you. In looking for stuff to blog about, I got to know your subtle looks and attitudes very well. Your blog also gave me a wonderful group of dear friends. Now that I’ve lost “your” voice, I feel like I lost more than just you, I lost that part of me that wrote for you. Forgive me if I stumble as I write this to you.

I know things were stressful around here the last few months. I hope you’ll forgive us for the time we missed loving on you. Sometimes after the kids went to bed, we just wanted to veg, not play. I wanted alone time, not chin scratch time. I wish I’d done all of those things every time you had asked, not just when it was convenient. I was always glad that you continued to sleep next to me and your daddy. That way, even though we were sleeping, we got kitty time.

We’ve had a Father’s Day and a 4th of July without you. Our family photos from those days are missing something (guess what it is! It’s you!). Tonight is the eve of your stinky boy’s 5th birthday. He is having a rough week missing you. He “felt” you on the bed last night, and when he looked and didn’t see your body, he started to cry. Daddy and I told him we do the same thing.  Your spirit is wonderful and I’m glad to have it visiting but I wish could feel your fur just once more.

We received a gift from the VET tonight. I vaguely remember them asking if we wanted a paw print and a lock of your fur the day we helped you to the Bridge. When we didn’t get it with your ashes, I figured they forgot or it didn’t get ordered. They called yesterday and we picked up the shadow box tonight. It is so much prettier than the pictures show. Green grass inside.

The lock of fur they placed is the white tuft of fur from your chest I always called your angel kiss.

I remember how I’d whisper in your ear that I was so proud of the way you and Bendrix showed so much, um, spirit, at the VET. You shredded those VET techs! They even had a pop up screen saying “tranq before examining” when they pulled up your name. hahaha Such a tough guy. They loved you at the VET even with all the blood. You were something else

I feel you spirit more and more. I see you out of the corner of my eye in a space where nothing else is (so I know a rogue shoe didn’t cause a trick of the eye). Judy (our animal communicator) says you are happy and running around. I’m so glad you’re happy. You’d been in so much pain for so long.

We’ll meet again someday. I know we will.

Someday you and the Universe will send us a new kitty to love.

But tonight, I just want to feel sad that you’re gone, and blessed that I had you for 9 ½ years.

This blog stands tribute to you and all that you gave to us, and hopefully, all that we gave to you. Mr. Hendrix the Kitty. The Best Cat.

Love, Your Mommy


Tent Wars Wednesday

Hendrix:  You may have won this battle little blurpy girl. But you will NOT win the war

Blurpy Girl: We'll see about that


Happy Blogoversary Max!!

I had to make sure I posted today since the awesome Max the Psychokitty I celebrating his 10th blogoversary today.

If it wasn't for Max I wouldn't have been a part of this great community and be the inspiration behind this much neglected blog.

My mom was working at a cruddy job and because her boss was awful and she didn't have much to do, she started surfing the net (when my beans got married, they didn't even have the internet in the house!). She came across Max's and Timothy Dickens' blogs (he is on Facebook now!). Max was raising money for this little kitten who'd been hit by a car! We'll never forget following the story of Darling Millie "robo cat." We couldn't believe how people, cats, dogs, buns etc came together to donate.

We just had to be a part of this amazing group of bloggers. Max, you rock. Thanks for throwing this  kick ass party and thanks for just being you buddy.

Also, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be getting all these extra plates of stinky goodness today. Mommy says they're in your honor. I think I might barf it all up later...in your honor too!


Totally Terrific Tuesday

I love it when the boy fills my bowl. I mean, it is awesome. Do you see how big a scooper he uses? Do you see that?? Then he comes and tells me the bowl is full! I don't even have to go check. Ah, the glory of a small servant.


Semi-Wordless Wednesday

dudes, I know I've been out of the loop for a while, but I never forgot my friends. Yesterday I read that my buddy Skeezix has the evil cancer. That sux beyond the telling of it. I also found out that the reason I blog Max, and his brother Buddah's grandma passed away. Please send comforting thoughts and prayers to them.


Catching Up

Hi! So, it has been almost a year since we posted regularly. Lots of stuff has happened since then...obviously.

Mommy and daddy were trying to have a blurpy thing but having lots of trouble with that. Then the blurpy girl made her feel so icky and miserable, she didn't feel like doing much of anything. Lucky for them, not so much for me, in Jan 2013, this happened...

While I was very curious about the sticky boy when he was a babeh, I have no use for this little pink thing. She is the reason why I don't get nearly the attention I used to.


In the past year, I've been pretty healthy. Being FIV postitive, that is a good thing. I was recently diagnosed with arthritis in my back and am on special meds for that. I feel lots better and am more active than I've been in a while.

Also, me and the sticky boy are getting along better. He can actually open the pantry door and scoop more crunchies into my bowl and he puts my stinky goodness on the floor after mommy dishes it up...when I can get her to get my treats that is...

Anyway, here are some pictures from 2013!


Happy Cinco day Me-o

yeah yeah yeah. I've heard it is "de Mayo" but what did that "Mayoian" ever do to get a day? A day dedicated to me makes much more sense.

Bring on the nip Meowgaritas and we'll party like rock stars. Bendrix is already wearing a lampshade sombrero


The Amazing, Vanishing Hendrix Returns!

Two months and two days. That is insane. So has been our lives. Starting with the computer virus, things have been crazed around here.

The boy is not only all over like one of those super bouncy balls (which is exhausting to watch) and he has had lotsa tummy issues. Not to be tacky, but my beans were either shampooing the "mess" out of the carpet (thru his pants) or nothing for a week. He was crabalicious for sure. Now he is on Miralax and we're hoping things level out. He's also had more reflux flair ups and that has made getting him to eat or sleep hard too.

Thru all this, we also got mice, and...roaches! eeeeeeeeeeeeeew. I mean, I'm all for killing bugs for fun, but those things are nasty. My mom was ready to take me and the stinky boy and leave home. Luckily things seem under control now. They were "wood roaches" that are supposed to be in trees and not the really bad ones, but still.  My mommy keeps saying "we're clean, we don't leave nasty stuff out, we're clean." I say, check my litter box and you won't be able to say that.

The bug spray dude said with all the rain we've had and our walk out basement along with the woods right behind our house, we just created a perfect storm. The mice apparently came in to the garage for the grass seed and slipped into a hole and wound up in the basement Mancave! We never saw them in the rest of the house, but I wasn't allowed in the basement for 3 weeks while the traps were set. Nothing was caught so they're hoping they were gone even before the pest dude came out.

I was bummed I didn't get to see (ahem eat) one, but we've been locking the basement door at night due to break ins in the area. Mommy said I'm lucky I didn't eat one cause it could have made me sick. I think it would have been nice to play with one though...

My beans have also been trying since last May to have another blurpy thing (why I have nooooooooooooo idea). They got kinda lucky last October but that glimmer left us in December 2011. No luck since and since this month marks a year, mommy has been bummed. So basically, she  has been a b*tch on wheels from worry and lack of sleep.

We've had some good hang out time, but it's been hard for her to be "expressive" with both my blog and even with her scrapbooking. She's been reading a lot, which works out for me cause I get lap time.

All isn't downer stuff of course. Mommy still loves her job and it is going well. She put in her vegetable garden, expanded the bird and butterfly garden and added annuals in pots for more hunmmingbirds. She has already dehydrated some fresh nip leaves from MY very own nip plant to store for me.

This is the turkey vulture kept mommy company while she planted and dragged a dead squirrel across the yard, pausing only to eat it, until they both disappeared into the woods. It kept looking at mommy working in the garden like she was going to try and take it away. She said, dude, it's yours, but the bird didn't believe her.

Daddy got a new position at his work that means more green papers and he doesn't have to work so late at night. That has been nice cause we really missed him. He is doing really well at it too.

Joel aka Tole has been a typical almost three year old. I've become his new best friend and favorite toy. Seriously. Seriously. He isn't the most coordinated kid and hugs have a tendancy to flatten me. Mommy has pulled "stunt double" kitty out, but stinky boy (and with his tummy issues I can't stress that nickname enough) isn't falling for it. We have found mutual affection over music though. Daddy's old keyboard!

Mommy has decided it is time to come out of her funk and get back to what is important in life.

We are so so so sad to hear Perfectly Parker will be going to the Bridge tomorrow. She was one of our earliest friends on the blogosphere and has a special place in our hearts. Her family will dearly miss her.


Weirder on Wednesday

Joel-a-saurus Rex thinks Hendrix wants to play. He doesn't.

Wow, it has been a while since we've posted. Tons of crazy stuff has happened since then including mommy getting a horrible virus on her computer. When a computer gets sick, the beans get very upset. It was called a "boot kit root kit" virus and the fixer beans had to wipe the entire computer. Virus making beans are evil and should be beaten with rose bush branches a lot! Mommy would sic Bendrix on them if she could.

Luckily mommy backs up all her files on an online server called Calibrate (calibrate.com) so she didn't lose anything, but it is taking ages to redownload all her software. We highly recommend this service!

We'll be posting more soon once the computer is back on track. Even my blog files (when we export to save it) get backed up online!


Weird on Wednesday

Man, stuff around here just gets weirder and weirder.