Memorial Day - Between Heaven and Earth..

A day to remember all the sacrifices made by those past and present.

We wanted to post this link, just in case you haven't seen it already or would just like to go through the experience once again.


The Angel Flight


Love to you all.

~Tom, Bridget and Julie Mackenzie xoxo

Mish-Mash Monday

Hi, kitty friends!

Just this second, I got a wild hair.

Not knowing what I would write this post on, I decided to grab any photo in my ginormous collection and write something off the cuff, or pawcuff..using my wild imagination.

Are you guys game?

Here we go:

These "S" scratchers are a great invention. Do you have one? They are so comfy! If'n I had to choose between a king's throne and this scratcher, the scratcher would win claws down!!

It was invented, I heard, by a dyslexic inventor by the name of Otto Slevich (hence the S) who loved writing his name, but always had trouble with the S. Even after he grew into adulthood, would write it backwards. Well, that troublesome situation inspired this scratcher which is okay with the S either backwards or right-ways..I like it backwards, as you can tell. He loved cats, so it was an easy invention for him and Mr. Slevich grew very rich. He's still getting money for the patent which makes him patently a genius in my book!

Wasn't that fun?

Let me know your favorite scratching appawratus!

Thank you for reading!
TOM

A Dirty Little Secret

Hi there!! How is everybody?

Whew! Well, it's finally out for all the world to see. Bridget's dirty little secret.
She has been terrorizing one of the chairs in the living room. The housekeeper has kept it out of sight for the most part, but it's getting so bad, it's really hard to hide.

Now, I'll have you all know that there are three scratchers not three feet away from this and I use them all the time, along with a scratcher holding up a perch by the window. Do you think she would use any of those? Course not!! This chair has become her claws-down favorite and from the looks of things, she's not letting up any time soon.

Since the housekeeper spends a lot of her time in the living room near the chair, you might ask when this carnage is committed. It happens early in the morning and goes like this:

Bridget goes upstairs and tries to get the housekeeper up. It's around 4am. No luck.
Comes down, heads for the chair, scratch, scratch, scratch is heard upstairs. The housekeeper is livid, but won't get out of bed.

She goes up again and purrs and taps the housekeeper who now pretends to be asleep. No luck.
That darn wench goes back downstairs..you guessed it..scratch, scratch..scratch (and a little "take that" said under her breath).

The housekeeper finally gets up, angry as a wet hornet, ready to kill.

Now, a little backstory. The chair was supposed to go to the dump before we left Maryland. We were told to knock ourselves out, scratch all we wanted because we weren't taking it with us.  It obviously never made it to the dump and Bridget has never forgotten. Fortunately, it's the only chair she's taken to for her free-for-all efforts!

I guess instead of grabbing Bridget to go to rehab, we'll just have to let nature take its course!

~TOM

We Zebras!

Hi, friends!

With the sun shining and open blinds, we made an interesting discovery.

It gives us stripes! I think it's very cool, besides having the sun on us which has always been pretty neat. Nothing makes me feel more comforted or contented than the warmth of the sun, but it can get boring. Not any more! Yipes, stripes!!

Bridget claims she's not competitive, but I disagree. She insisted on having her picture taken in her own bed, all stripey and, of course, gorgeous!

So, what do you think? Are we looking good, or what?

Lots of love,

TOM & BRIDGET

Which Way?

Hi, friends!

It's been so nuts around here. I'd hate to see if people weren't asked to stay in place, or whatever it's called. It always puts me in mind of the *lowers voice* froooozzen peeeople..Or, maybe Lot's wife. I don't know whatever happened to her. You remember - she was told, "Don't look!" And, what did she do? She LOOKED and turned into a pillar of salt. The husband was so distressed, he didn't know what to do, so he took her home. Now that she was salt, she was much lighter and easier to carry. LOL! He put her in their garden and there she stood. She became the inspiration for all those goddesses you see, standing tall amidst the shrubbery and flowers in fancy gardens like this one.

Okay - enough of that. Let me see. I can't think of a darn thing to post about, so forgive my rambling. When I can't think of anything, the mind goes in all directions.

Where was I? Oh, HERE! - Just kidding!

I'll leave you with a really cool quote I heard over the weekend:

"Know yourself. Or, at least take time to renew your acquaintance."

Take care and don't accept catnip unless you know where it's been!

TOM

Learning a New Word!

Hi, there!

I like words and I found a NEW ONE!!

For a cat, I am purrty good at putting words together, especially on my blog.

I'll bet you're curious as to what word I'm talking about.

It's----- *drumroll*----- CAT-CENTRIC.


It means focuses exclusively on cats. How about that! What's not to love?

Between you and me, I think cat-centric is just a fancy way of saying how humans show their love for cats, from fairy tales to capturing us doing what cats do. We're also part of those sweet memories that are held so dear.

Now, I'm going to take my cue from my friend here (I know, we could be twins!) and catch up on my rest:

Take care, friends. We love you! .Zzzzz.....

Tom

Handcart to Hell (It Was Highway, but Hey..)

Hi, folks!

Another week of having everybody underfoot, or under paw as the case may be..
But, we're hanging in, making the best of it. At the same time, grateful to those who are keeping our country safe, and the men and women ready and willing to put on umpteen preventive layers to tend to our sick. There's a special place in Heaven reserved for you guys. You can bank on it!

Now to the handcart to hell part:

I'm being neglected.
Bridget's being neglected.

We're getting restless and irritable, not speaking to each other.

Our toy basket is like Fort Knox. Can't get at half the stuff in there. Bridget's had to resort to playing with old ear buds which she sits on!

                                   

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Then there are those window battles. I know there's plenty of room on the bench for both of us, but sweet talking didn't work, so I had to break out my left hook!

So, friends, we're having our challenges.

Any ideas for solutions? We'll take any - especially if they involve treats!

TOM & BRIDGET