Bittersweet Sunday

Hello Precious Peeps & Pals,

Today, for me, was a rather good day, for the most part. While it was grey and rainy outside, there was a fire roaring, movies playing and double Noms, on the inside. Days like these make me appreciate how very sweet Life is. Granted, Life is quite sweet for me every day but when I get to share it with my Maw & Paw (and double Fancy Feast!) it's a delectable delight of a day!

There is one thing, that we must mention, that keeps this from being one of the sweetest Sundays on record. That is the learning of @FrugalDougal 's state of health. It breaks our heart to hear that this most darling of dogs has been dealt this most unfortunate hand. You can read more of his current condition here.

WARNING: if you have a heart, you will also need to have tissues handy after reading that entry. Although we don't want to be sad, it still weighs heavy upon one's spirit. What a very special doggie he is, and his staff, as well. Our love and prayers go out to all of them.

Not only is this a Dog amongst dogs but a true Do-Gooder, in the very best sense of the word. On top of that, he is one of the most adorable pups we've seen. My Maw has always been partial to scruffy-haired terriers and he looks exactly like the kind of pooch she would love to bring home. Oh how we sincerely hope his quality of Life lasts for as long as caninely possible.

But as Dougal himself says, there is still "life left in the old dog yet". So let us celebrate both his Life and our own.

We Love You, Dougal, and all that you stand for (and your irresistible, perfect face!).

Keep fighting the good fight!

Love & fuzzy hugz,

Bizbee =^..^=

It's Friday and Life is Good

Things around the house are different today. Maw is home from work (so umm, where are my NumNums??? Helloooooooooo??? Fancy Feast Me!!!!) even though today is one of her typical "work days" (work, whatever that is!) she's here at home.

Paw is home early, too. As per usual, he's in the garage doing Dude Stuff. (He's so manly, that's why I chose him to be My Paw. Maw thinks SHE chose him, but come on, let's be real - I run things around here. That's that, my final answer.)

From what I heard them saying (Yes, I understand what they are saying, I just don't always DO what they say. Let's remember what I said earlier, I run things around here), they were planning a trip out of town to visit Maw's Grandma. Her Grandma is in a very bad way. Not only does she have latter-stage Alzheimer's, but she fell and broke her hip a couple of weeks ago. It's was too damaged to just pin it so they had to do a full hip replacement.

Last night, after Maw came home from work (another 10+ hour day at the office - she can be a bit of a workaholic sometimes, especially when she's planning time out of the office), Paw told her she had to call her Mom, it was about da Grandma.

Maw, being prone to worry to begin with, was very concerned this would be the news they've been dreading the most. Turns out that da Grandma's wound from the hip replacement had become infected and another surgery took place late last night. My Maw was trying to stay pawsitive about the outcome, but it's hard for her to push away the dark thoughts (she's a bit of a worrybird, always has been from what I've heard. Can you say OCD?).

We just got the call this morning that da Grandma made it through last night's surgery and is in recovery at da hospital. My Maw's Mom, StepDad & Grandpa are all very weary from a long night of their own worry.

Since da Grandma is already mostly "out of her mind" due to the Alzheimer's, the added post-surgery stress & meds means that this weekend is not going to be a good time for a visit, so Maw & Paw are staying home - with ME!

Now, that I got that off my furry chest, it's time for some cheerier schtuff!

It's great to be alive! We give thanks for all of our loved ones who are still here with us and we cherish the memories and love we shared with the ones that are gone but still in our hearts. Life is Good, even on the days when it seems to be the darkest, Life is still something we are grateful for, for ourselves and our family & friends.

So thank you, dear readers, for letting me share a little bit of what has been weighing heavily upon us lately. I feel lighter in spirit already. I think I'll visit my box so I can feel lighter in body, as well ;-) Yeah, humor (even inappropriate humor) is our most bestest medicine. We prescribe ourselves copious amounts of humor, especially during times likes these. (Xanax helps too, thank goodness for modern medicine!)

Not only is Sunday Valentine's Day (Love is in the Air!!! Yesh, that's Love you smell, I haven't made it to my box yet!) but Monday is my Maw's birthday. I'm glad she'll be here to be my Valentine (Paw too, One can never have too many Valentines!). I'm going to be extra kind to her this weekend cuz I know her heart is tender right now. Her boobies are tender too cuz she still has some PMS. Hey, I warned you about the inappropriate humor! Seriously, I did a whole post about Tampon Thievery the other day - what do you expect?!

Bottom line is this: Cherish the Love, no matter where it comes from - whether it's from family, friends, a significant other or (very important here) Twitter Anipals.

Don't be afraid to tell someone that you love them, right now. You may not get another chance.

Lastly, but certainly not leastly - Love Yourself. (I'll admit, that last bit could very well be a double entendre but we're neither going to confirm nor deny that one)

Much Love to You All,

Mr. Bizbee Kitty =^..^=

Egads, I'm Stalking Myself!

Ok, I'm not quite sure how it happened, but it would appear that I am now one of my own blog followers. That's what happens when you let a not-so-cyber-savvy cat play on the internet.

Before you know it, I'll be spamming and blocking myself...

Mr. B =^..^=

For the Love of PMS

PMS - for me (well, for today, anyway) PMS stands for "Pranking MauMau Style".

I must warn you, dear reader, this little useless tidbit of trivia may be groty gross gross for some tweeps. I think it's funny though, that's why I'm posting it. It's my blog, so that's that.

This morning, as my Maw was sitting on her "throne" in the bathroom, she placed what can only be described as an intriguing, shiny, crinkly, plastic covered stick toy on a shelf next to her throne. One may call this a "fem plug". You get the picture. If not, then don't bother reading on as I'm not going to attempt to describe it any further.

Seeing as how I have an insane obsession for any/all things plastic, I knew that I absolutely have that delightful stick toy. So, as she was "doing her thang", I did my thang and snatched (no pun intended) said stick toy and attempted to flee with it in my possession. Unfortunately for me, she heard the divine crinkling of the blessed plastic and caught me, red-pawed. I almost got away with it as she was seemingly stuck to the throne and I was ready to bolt, plasticky goodness firmly planted within my choppers. But alas, her reaction was too quick and my evil plan was foiled.

Somehow, Life went on for the both of us, even though this kitty was in the doghouse for quite some time.

Bottom line (still no pun intended): One person's tampon is another person's treasure. She hasn't won this battle yet, though, there is still time for me to make another dastardly attempt (or four). I love this game. I'm dubbing it "My Bloody Valentine".

Yes, I am a sick li'l bastard and quite proud of it. Thank you and Good Night.

Disgustingly Yours,
Mr. Bizbee =^..^=