pork & sauerkraut...Happy New Year!

I'm not eating any of that stuff!

My smelly-good food is much better than sauerkraut.

I don't like sauerkraut...my Mom cooks this stuff and it smells up the whole house. Not all of the family likes it. Tomorrow...New Years Day...is the day to eat this stuff. The whole family will be here. We are hoping it works better in 2008 than it did in 2007. You know...eating sauerkraut on New Years day will bring you good luck? That's what they say!

We will find out, won't we?

Having the whole family together...is the best!

We wish you all...

Happy New Year!

Blogging from trees...

We had a great family Christmas...everybody was here...we had a wonderful time. My cousin "Babe" was here and we played, alot! ...because he wanted too.
He is such a boy...

My mom wants to know how we can get our link on other blogs...

When we had websites, we had link exchanges...how do the blogs do it?

Blogging is still kinda new to us.

If you want us to add your link to our blog...please leave it in comments...we will be happy to add it!

See how I can hide in trees...

Hope every kittie had a Merry Christmas...and your moms and dads, too!

Merry Christmas all you kitties...& your families!

We want to wish all you kittie bloggers a Merry Christmas.

If you are doing any traveling...please be careful.

We are also remembering all the kitties who went to the Rainbow Bridge. Our own Ernie passed over the bridge in August. He is still very missed. This year we have an empty spot in our hearts and also under the Christmas tree where Ernie always loved to lay. Ernie still makes his presence known to us, with just one single black hair to remind us of him.

Precious memories!

We have so much to be thankful for.

Love~Chancy

Snow dayzzzzzzzzzzzz

"Babe"

We had several inches of snow since Saturday. My cousin "Babe" and great-grandma have been here since before it staarted. We didn't want them to be alone during the storm. He is really a stinker boy sometimes. He follows me around wanting to play...all the time! He loves to climb on everything...

He is making me tired...play...play...play...he is such a teenager, he should know that there is more to life than just playing! ...But, I love him anyway!

"Lady Chancy"

"Babe"

Wordless Wednesday

My friend...

This is my friend, the neighborhood cat.

She lives in the next block.

My Mom worries about her being out side.

It can be very dangerous in the city,

even in the suburbs, for cats to be out.

She is so pretty...

we like to stare at each other for a long time.

Sometimes it's weeks before she returns to stare at me.

I haven't seen her for sometime, I hope she is O.K.

This is a spooky picture...but cool!

The picture below takes the spooky away...


I wish she would come back to see me,
then I would know she is o.K.

The tree is up...

Well, it's done. Guess what...it's in the same place where it started out. I done a pretty good job, even though I say so myself. I can't wait to see the presents under the tree. I'm sure some will be mine. I've been a good girl, Santa!

I told you...no more pictures...I finished the tree, now I want some rest. Jingle bells, jingle bells and silent night and all that. No more fussing.

I love you Chancy! I love you, too, Mom.

You should close both eyes for...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz's

Oh where, oh where...

My Mom and Dad have been undecided for the past couple years. The location keeps changing. Where do we put the tree this year? At this moment, it is residing next to the fireplace, almost in front of it, to one side...knowing my Mom, it could change any minute now. The branches need to be rearranged and placed just right. What is the big deal? Just decorate the thing! The branches are sturdy...I done a test walk on one. It's perfect. My Mom was upset because my Dad didn't get a picture of me testing the branch. I have been draging out decorations for the past couple days...I'm ready to get the job done.

Tra-la, tra-la...

I have to do everything...

You want me to put the Halloween & Thanksgiving stuff in the hutch?

Because I'm smaller than you and I can fit in there?

I suppose I have to arrange and organize it too?
I already drug out a few Christmas things...

OK...where do I start? Oh well, everything seems to fit just fine right here.

Let me see...any more Christmas decorations in here?

I think I see a few houses in here, and some ornament hooks.

There...how does it look?

That just completely tuckered me out!
A full belly and some zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz's

My easy chair...

This is my chair...when my Dad's not sitting here.

This is the arm of the chair... where I lay...when my Dad is sitting here.

My Dad is my best buddy.

Sometimes, I tap his arm with my paw, so he will pet me again and again and again! I love my Dad!

No photo shoot now...

I told you...I didn't want my picture taken now. Maybe later when I'm in a better mood. I'm just feeling finicky to day. Now I have some things to do...maybe I'll do a photo shoot later. Although there is only so much cuteness I can do a day. me-u, me-u

7 Facts Meme

I was tagged by Kitty Limericks to do the seven random facts meme. Here are the rules:

* Link to the person who tagged you and post the rules on your blog;*

Share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself;

* Tag 7 random people at the end of your post & include links to their blogs;

* Let them know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

This could get a little sappy!

1) I beam in the presence of my 11 grandchildren and 1 great-grandchild. They are my pride and joy. They are my fan club and I am theirs.

2) My buttons pop with pride, when I watch my oldest grandson perform with his guitar. He is very accomplished in classical, jazz and sometimes rock. He is also in his final year of grad-school.

3) I love musical theater. I love watching my 3rd oldest grandchild perform & dance & sing. His brother & sister were in a few plays with him. I just glowed watching all three perform.

4) I love Friday night football. I get a kick out of...watching two of the boys play. (brothers)

5) I laugh at some of my granddaughters, they giggle at everything when together.

6) My daughter & her family moved back here from across the country, words can't express my joy.

7) I love my kitties. Ernie passed a couple months ago...I still cry.

I will tag

Captain Jack and Dante - Purrageous Pirates, Fat Eric and Friends , Simply Siamese, Crew's Views, Beau Beau & Angie's Fur Days, A Blog For Emma

Feathers will fly...

This feather duster bird will never get the best of me...I will whip this bird, he is tough, I'm tougher.

I'm soooooooo sleepy...

That sun feels so good on my back.

It's sleepy time...I'll be awake later...about dinner time. The smell of food will wake me up or my Dad when he comes home from work. Can't talk any more right now...

Ernie's rat...

Chancy says...

Ernie loved his rat...but, he never let me play with it. He had 3 or 4 rats hidden around the house. When Ernie had one of his rats, the wild man-cat came out in him. He held the rat dangling from his mouth, in a hunched position, with a grumbling meow in a low tone, quickly running to my mom's bedside and dropping it on the floor next to the bed. He then would kick it around, to place it strategically just where he wanted it. Then stretched out for a nap. After all, hunting is hard work. Most of the time, the rat was left there, so the next time he wanted to prey on something, he new where it was.

You know...crouched down, butt in the air with a wiggle and a leap.

Lady Chancy and Baby Ernie...

I'm Lady Chancy and I'm here to tell you that...Ernie was a hand full...he always wanted his own way with everything. Of course, since I am a lady, I allowed it!
He did have a wonderful sweet side to him, when he was asleep... We aren't very old here in this pix, but I was the oldest and the smartest. He was just a goofy little boy!
I did my best to keep him under control.

Love this...

"The Rainbow Bridge" poem

"The Rainbow Bridge"
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
Author unknown...

Aug. 14, 2007

I miss Ernie, I was hoping this blog would help me grieve and get past the loss of "my Ernie". August 14, 2007 Ernie died. I still need work!

The kitty flap...

We installed a kitty flap between the laundry room and the family room.
I prefer the laundry room door closed, where the litter box is kept...The times Ernie needed to go through the flap, he would barrel through, we always new who was coming or going. He always gave us a good chuckle. When finished in the box, he always leaned out and scratched the wall next to the box or the floor. Chancy always covered up what she needed to. Ernie never did.

Ernie was a very playful cat! He loved to get a chase going with Chancy through the house. Chancy would find a hiding place when she needed a rest. For a long time Ernie didn't know where she was. When Ernie got a little older, he found Chancy's hiding places. But, by that time, Ernie was too big to get to her.

Ernie loved getting into a paper grocery bag to sleep, or any area that was enclosed. A drawer, a shoe (as a kitten), a cardboard box, laundry basket, suit case, guitar case...etc.

I could hear him through the night barreling in or out of the bedroom cat flap.
Sometimes he would jump onto the bed, scratch the bedding moving it in every direction, to make his resting spot.

At times when these two cats ran around the house, they sounded like they had shoes on. You can hear them coming and going.
Chancy would just sit and stare at Ernie, almost in disbelief of his antics.

Ernie was hand raised

Ernie's mom was a barn cat. Shortly after her litter was born, she was hit and killed by a car. From that moment on, he and the rest of the litter were hand raised. Ernie was the runt of the litter, they didn't think he would make it.
He grew into a large beautiful black cat, with an attitude.

My grandson brought him home New Years night. I was still be awake... Ernie come running to me from the end of the bed, I'm here, I'm here, ain't I cute?
I'm here to fix everything that is wrong...starting with that Chancy woman. If he could have spoke, I'm sure that's what he would have said. Chancy was not impressed with him either.

My grandson had named Ernie on their way home. "Earnhardt"

I believe Ernie thought he was one of us and that we were his people...or pets.
When I was preparing dinner, he would lay on the bar and watch every move I made. When I said, "dinner is ready"...he was the 1st one at the table, only he liked to lay on it and beg for bites. From the time he was a baby kitten, we tried keeping him off the table. It just didn't matter what we did or how many times we removed him, he was right back. We just gave up and would slide him to the other side of the table. Chancy didn't have a problem with not getting on the table...she done her begging from the floor.

I should have been with him...

We were about 30 minutes away...it would take to much time to get dressed and drive to the vet's office. Please help Ernie out of his misery, now.

As it turned out, the tech needed to wait for the vet to get there. It was another hour of suffering for Ernie.

I should have been there to tell "Baby Ernie", he was "my big boy" and how much we loved him and his antics. To comfort him in his final minutes. Last night...I should have ask to see him before we left for the night.

The morning after Ernie's passing, my husband went to the vet to pay the bill and pick up Ernie's carrier. The tech was so sweet and thoughtful, she started crying, while telling my husband how Ernie's passing went, how she and both vets were there to sooth and stroke Ernie. They told Ernie to say hi to their pets (calling them by name) who have passed. All were in tears...how sweet was that?

I've never in my life been so attached to any pet, like I was to Ernie...

I heard Ernie's voice...

Ernie was dying. His chest was filling with fluid. How could this be?
He just had an infection, diagnosed just one week ago.

It all started late on a Saturday night. His eye was red and swollen. Took Ernie to the emergency vet, not too far from here. The attending tried taking Ernie's temp. Thermometer didn't beep soon enough for her, so she stopped. Pulled it out. Weighed him. The usual routine. Vet checked his gut, said his heart was muffled, probably because he was over weight. He was diagnosed with an eye infection, prescribed an antibiotic and sent home.

The following Monday he was at his vet. She gave him the usual check up, he had a fever. This should have been found Saturday night.
Vet checked his gut, again, heart sounds muffled, most likely due to the fact that he is so over weight. The vet prescribed an antibiotic. We took him home.

Over the next few days, he seemed to be getting worse, it was getting harder & harder to give him his med's. He would gag and spit it out. He was also taking med's everyday for mega colon. I called the vet...they made suggestions. Nothing seemed to help. He was more listless, didn't jump up on the table or bar anymore. Didn't seem to move around much...breathing heavy, seemed very tired.

The next Monday we were in the vet's office, again. Exactly 7 days.
Another doctor checked him this time. He was sure Ernie had fluid on his chest. Heart sounds weren't muffled because of fat. It was fluid.
Done a Ct scan. Sure enough, there it was. Vet said, this suggests it may be lymphoma. Maybe brought on by the mega colon. He is only 5 1/2 years old. Older cats usually get this. By this time, it was closing time. Vet said, he could stay, aspirate the fluid, if he makes it until morning, we could take him home and maybe have a couple more days with him.
We went on home...vet called about an hour later, aspirated the fluid from Ernie's chest. He is breathing better. Now we pray he makes it until morning.

Morning came, the tech called, Ernie is panting heavy, and suffering. We told her to end it now. Can't stand the thoughts of him suffering any longer...