Miss Mistletoe Melady....
ToeToe...Toetis.....or simply, Toe
Mistletoe was born October 5, 2018 in Alabama. She was her owner's Christmas present that year hence the name. However, she prefers to be called Toe, Toe Toe, or Toetis. Of the three cats, she is the most loving and gives kisses off and on all day. She also has the loudest purr, which she uses often. She is also the biggest eater and shares her owner's food every night. She will even eat vegetables. ..strange for a cat, huh? She is the sneakiest and must be carefully watched or she will slip outside.
"Okay, I must admit it is fun sitting in here.
BUT I AM NOT OBSESSED." ToeToe |
The Plastic Christmas Tree
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Our human is slipping. No, I really mean it, the old dear is really slipping. Maggie and I had a long talk today and we sincerely hope she has done a Leona Helmsley and put lots of money away for us. We are accustomed to a certain style, a certain manner, a certain… Well, you know what we mean. For the past two weeks, the old dear has been scurrying around here decorating for the grandbabies and the children. She has Christmas trees, Santas, lights, packages, bows, ribbons, candles….did I say candles…. More on that later...She got out her best crystal, linens, Christmas China, and set the dining room up just like a five-star restaurant magnificent with candles…more on that later….The kids arrived with suitcases and more packages, bows, ribbons, and the cooking and fun began. Son Gary and our human went into the kitchen and started cooking. Daughter Alicia and the grandgirls (they are teenagers now, really can’t call them babies anymore) were playing Wii when a strange burnt smell went through the condo. “Mom, what are you burning?” yelled Alicia. Maggie looked at me in a questioning manner. I knew something was wrong, but couldn’t put my paw on it. It stunk, whatever it was. “Nothing is burning, Dear. Gary and I have everything under control.” The old dear calmly answered. If she only knew….About 30 minutes later, Alicia and the grandgirls were all upset, “Mom, come quickly, Molly has poo all over her tail. She is a mess. Come quickly before she ruins the rug!” So, our human came running and grabbed Molly who indeed had black stuff all over one side of her once luxurious, long, fluffy tail. She ran Molly into the surgery room (the bathroom) and slammed the door only to come out in about two minutes. Molly did not poo herself, our human said. The poor dear had caught her tail on fire! She had burned one side almost to the skin. The smell was her fur! Her fluffy white, beautiful, princess fur! Oh, poor Molly! How could Molly have caught herself on fire in our small condo with five humans and not one of them see her? Why did our human light candles with three cats with tails like torches? The old dear is slipping. MMM and I are really worried. If she will let one of us catch fire and not even see it… well, what’s next? And Molly, all I can say is it is a good thing she has lots of fur. Wet Nose Rubs, ToeTis
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Surgery Day…and NightOur human allows us to just go so long before she drags us into the bathroom, shuts the door, and starts clipping and snipping. Oh, how we hate this. She refuses to stop until every knot, mat, or clump has been cut away. Miss Maggie May is smart; she allows our human to brush her almost every day. Not me or Molly Meluv. We run, hide, snap, bite, hiss. anything, but the brush. So, we get mats in our fur.
Our human had me in there yesterday. Now, I am a big kitty and not one to be pushed around, but the old lady human of ours is tough! |
She will not quit until our fur is free from mats. She held me down and scalped one side, my belly, and my….well, my hinny. She never cut me, but blood was flying—hers. Yes, I bit her—often and hard, but she didn’t even flinch.
Miss Molly Meluv has been in there forever! Molly will screech, howl, and hiss; our human never lets out a peep. Oooohhh, here comes Molly. Nooo, there flies Molly down the hall, around the corner, and gone somewhere. White clumps of fur are flying behind her, in the air, and all over our bloody, smiling human.
Oh well, surgery is over once again. Why won’t I just do like the big girl Maggie? Wouldn’t it be better to get brushed than go through surgery? Maybe I will start tomorrow. Maybe….
Miss Molly Meluv has been in there forever! Molly will screech, howl, and hiss; our human never lets out a peep. Oooohhh, here comes Molly. Nooo, there flies Molly down the hall, around the corner, and gone somewhere. White clumps of fur are flying behind her, in the air, and all over our bloody, smiling human.
Oh well, surgery is over once again. Why won’t I just do like the big girl Maggie? Wouldn’t it be better to get brushed than go through surgery? Maybe I will start tomorrow. Maybe….
You know Molly completely destroyed the human’s new printer/ scanner/ copier? Every time the poor old lady tried to use it, Molly would jump on it and shove her paws up inside the paper ports until it jammed. She finally broke it. What is it with Molly and electrical things? Mistletoe and I are beginning to worry about her mental health. Do you suppose she is fixated? Maybe she has a fantasy about electrical things….gross! That is just too much to consider. Nevertheless, what is it with the dear girl? Should we try to get help for her? Well, we will toss it around and get back to you on this one. Molly certainly worries us. As our human says, “Molly, it is a good thing you are good looking.”
Molly in a Mess ....AgainIt has been a busy morning around here. First, a terrible thing happened to Miss Molly Meluv. She is quite shy, as you know, so she climbs up high and hides. Well, this morning we all heard a big crash but could not figure out where it came from. Since we live in a large complex, we figured it was a rowdy neighbor and then we completely forgot about it. Several hours went by…. No Molly. She hides, so we figured the noise scared her. Then we kept hearing her cry, but could not find her. Finally, our human went hunting. Molly had jumped up on top of the shower/ tub doors and into the tub, and then she was locked in. Our human saved her little life and promised the shower doors would never be completely shut again. Poor Molly…She is still upset. Her fur got wet and our human had to spend hours grooming her back into perfection. (You know Molly insists on perfection when it comes to her gorgeous fur.) Well, things have settled down. Molly is back in her perch in the sunroom. Our human felt so bad she gave us each our favorite can of Fancy Feast. Maybe I should do something to scare our human….Toetis
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Cats instinctively know the exact moment their owners will wake up.
Then they wake them 10 minutes sooner.