Sunday 29 April 2012

I got a job!

That's right....  I GOT A JOB!  Okay, the pay isn't great.  Actually...  I'm not getting paid anything at all.  Hmmph!  Got to do something about that, I think!

I got the job 'cause of my peeps.  Peep #1 asked me, "Do you want the job, Nissy?" and I did so I got it.  Some people might call that nepotism but I call it catatism.  No...  not cataclysm!  That would be a bad thing whereas catatism is a good thing.  Okay, it's my own made up word but I figure I'm not the world's first kitty to make up words.  And as long as they're apropos...  Catatism is similar to nepotism with two very big distinctions.  Firstly, it only applies to cats.  Secondly, it's good and not bad.  Hmmm...  maybe I mentioned that part already.  But the point is, I'm not getting paid so the question must be asked...  who else is gonna do it?

But anywho...  I am now, the official news correspondent for the Friends of the Valley Waag Animal Shelter.  It's pretty neat stuff, I think.  Whenever the peeps have something on the go to make some money for the homeless kitties at the Valley Wagg Animal Shelter, I will be the first one on the scene with all the breaking news.

For instance, just recently the peeps did that Easter Dinner Basket & Knitted Cat draw thingy.  I was the one who told the whole world all about how much money they raised and who won it.  Yeah...  they put my words on the shelter website...  not the peep's or anyone else silly like that.  No...  it was all me.

And by the way, just so you know - in case you didn't read my article on the VWAS website - they raised $3,549.12!  That's a lot of kibble, let me tell you.  About half of that came from ticket sales but the really nice people at Scotiabank, Greenwood not only helped with selling those tickets but they also matched all the profits.  Yeah, they gave the shelter this huge, gigantic, enormous cheque worth hundreds and HUNDREDS and HUNDREDS of dollars.  Wow!  It was quite the sight to see.  Actually, if you go onto the website, you CAN see it.  Peeps took pictures.

And I should mention...  the draw was won by a dog.  Yup...  you heard me...  a DOG won the basket.  Could you believe it?  His name is Willy.  Willy is a beagle. 

But back to me.  So as I said, I am now a real, live, news correspondent.  I'm like Anderson Cooper!  Hey...  I just thought of something...  people call him a silver fox and I'm a sterling silver tabby...  coincidence?  I'll let you decide.  That's what we news people do.  We dig up all the facts and let the public draw their own conclusions.

Wednesday 25 April 2012

the last of the scotch

So last night, the two peeps were having a little chat and the second peep asked the first peep about something.  I'm not really sure what it was 'cause I wasn't paying that much attention.  They have such boring conversations, those two peeps.  But then I heard peep #1 answer, "No, that's the last of the scotch."

The last of the scotch?  My ears pricked right up when I heard this.  This is terrible, I thought.  No more trips to the human nip store?  What???  This can't be.  The nip store has the very best paper bags on earth!  No one has paper bags like the nip store.  They're the perfect size for getting into and for playing and napping.  And they're super strong, too.  They last a long time.  I think I even did a whole post on them once.  Yes, they're THAT good.

Surely the nip store must have more scotch, I said to my peeps.  Surely you can hop in the car and get some more...  along with a paper bag or two.  Have you run out of money?  Is that why there is no more scotch?  Do you still have money to buy the really important stuff in life like our food and treats and CATNIP?  Is this lack of money why I have yet to experience the bliss that is the silvervine?  I gulped hard before asking, do you need me to get a job?  Do you want me to start putting ads on my blog?

In answer to this, Peep #1 looked down at me kindly and said, "Silly Nissy...  I'm talking about butterscotch."

Ahhh....  then I understood.

You see, every Wednesday night peep #1 goes to caterwauling practise.  The peeps there all claim it's some sort of singing thing but we all know what it really is...  it's caterwauling.  I think I once did a whole post on that, too.  Every week, the peep takes this big jar with her filled with these candy things called butterscotch.  She makes them herself from a recipe she got out of a cookbook published by the nice people at Gooseberry Patch.  It's a bit of a palaver, I think - and it takes her attentions away from ME, which is not good - but the caterwauling peeps all seem to like the candies a lot plus, they pay a quarter for every one they eat and all that money goes to my friends at the Valley Waag Animal Shelter.  Pretty neat stuff...  even if I do lose out on some cuddling time.

Anywho...  around this time every year, caterwauling practise ends for the season.  Thank goodness for that!  My ears can only take so much, you know.  So, as there are no more regular rehearsals, the peep doesn't have to make any more butterscotch until the fall.  This is kind of good for two reasons.  Firstly, now the peep will get to stay home with me on Wednesday nights and spend more time tickling my tummy and giving me kisses and whatnot.  Secondly, I won't have to listen to her caterwaul.  That's the best part, you know.  Ooohhh...  the very best.  Believe me...  if you heard her, you'd agree.

Sunday 22 April 2012

the cat came back

Some of you may have heard how a few months ago, a fawn coloured kitty arrived at my back window - which doubles as a door - one snowy Saturday morning.  I'm sure I tweeted to everyone about his arrival.  Anyway, peep #1 let him in 'cause he was crying and it was snowing and she thought he might be hungry.

Over the next couple of months, we saw more and more of Carson.  Yes, the peep even gave him a name.  Not that he was ever gonna to come live with us or anything.  There are already twelve cats in my house and that's a lot of cat!  But she said she couldn't keep on calling him cat or kitty or kit-kat like peep #2 was doing.  Kit-kat sounds like a chocolate bar and cats aren't allowed chocolate.  What a silly thing to call a cat!  Every cat deserves a proper name, she said.

Peep #2 thought Carson should go to the Valley Waag Animal Shelter where they would take very good care of him until he found a forever home.  The first peep didn't want to do this 'cause she just wasn't sure he didn't already have a home.  Carson was friendly so definitely not feral.  He could have been abandoned but she kept saying he was a good weight when he arrived and looked fairly well cared for...  although he had NOT been neutered, I'm afraid.

Eventually, Carson was spending most of his days and all of his nights here at my house.  It was okay though.  He wasn't much trouble.  He got along with everyone except for nosy neighbour cat but none of us get along with nosy neighbour cat anyway.  Actually, we had a lot in common.  I was beginning to think we might be getting a new addition to our family.  I suppose thirteen is no more work for the peeps than twelve...  not that any of us are work.  That's just one of those silly expressions peeps make up.  I figured that any day, Carson would be going to the doctors and gettin' himself neutered and needled before coming home to live with us on an official basis.

But I was wrong.  Three weeks ago, Carson had a tasty lunch before heading out to play and we never saw him again.  That is...  until this past Wednesday morning.

Peep #1 heard a sweet little cry and recognised it immediately.  She went looking for our friend Carson.  Before finding him, she started to hear louder, not-so-sweet cries and growls and then, on the veranda, she spotted nosy neighbour cat sitting in the chair Carson used to consider to be his.  Carson was telling nosy neighbour cat, "Hey, I may have been gone for three weeks but that's still my spot!"  Next thing she knew, there was fur flying everywhere.  Dark grey coloured fur...  fawn coloured fur...   lots and lots of fur...  as I said, FUR EVERYWHERE!

The two of them somehow managed to move away from the veranda and onto the lawn - if you want to call it a lawn 'cause the peep is not very good at growing grass except in her flower beds - and continued the roly-poly fight over there.  The peep headed out to break it up.  I don't know what was more scary...  the yowling of the two cats or the sight of the peep in her nightie out in broad daylight.  Thank goodness the school bus didn't arrive just then 'cause I don't think those kids could have handled the sight.  Oh, and did I forget to mention 'bout her hair?  Never look directly at peep #1's hair first thing in the morning.  It'll send shivers down your spine.

The peep managed to get Carson into her arms.  She looked down at nosy neighbour cat to see a tuft of fawn coloured fur in his mouth.  Hmmph!  She brought in my friend and gave him some breakkies.

Anyway,  after eating Carson went back out and we haven't seen him since.  Peep #1 says she's now sure that he's got a home.  Probably got out when his peeps were on holiday or something 'cause peeps here in Canada sometimes go away for weeks on end during the winter.  Maybe whomever was supposed to be looking after him couldn't get him back inside.  Once he was hanging around our house all the time, they'd never be able to find him.  But his peeps must be back now and I guess he just came over the other day to say hello and let us know he was okay...  and to give that nosy neighbour cat a piece of his mind...  and a chunk of his fur.


Wednesday 18 April 2012

excuse me... we don't need that branch

So a couple of weeks ago, I was sitting at my computer with the peep, working on my blog - yes, we won't get into just who was doing what 'cause most of you wouldn't believe me if I told you - when the peep noticed this guy walking past my house.  She went like, "what's this about?" which, of course, made me look up from my work.

That's when I saw this man walking down my street dragging a big ol' pine branch from what must have been a big ol' pine tree.  There he was...  dragging it down the middle of the road past my house.

I recognised the man at once 'cause of his hat.  He doesn't live on my street but I see him walking all the time.  He walks around the whole subdivision, always wearing that same hat.  I had never seen him dragging a branch before, though.  Very odd, I thought.

Behind my house, there's this big old wooded area.  People used to dump stuff back there all the time.  I often saw cars with wagons attached to them, driving down the dirt road.  In the wagons would be branches and leaves and all sorts of things.  Some maybe okay to dump and some maybe not.  Luckily, people can't do that anymore 'cause the man who owns that property put up a big metal gate.  Very wise, I think.  But you know...  the gate doesn't stop people or kitties from walking down there which is good 'cause I've been known to walk down there myself a time or two.  I've never dumped anything - and neither has the peep - but I suppose people could still do that if they carried - or dragged - whatever it was they wanted to dump, around the metal gate.

Anyway...  back to the guy in the hat.  I thought this whole branch thing was kind of weird but then...  when I saw what I saw...  weird turned into just plain old rude.  The man in the hat was just on the other side of some of my trees and probably thought no one could see him but that was silly 'cause the trees have very few leaves at this time of year and the peep and I could see him as plain as day.   Anyway, when he thought no one was looking, he took that big ol' branch and threw it into my yard.  I thought to myself, "MOUSES!"  Actually, I thought it out loud.  It came out more like a "meeeoooowwww!!!" but the peep knew exactly what I meant.

I wanted to say to this man in the hat, "excuse me...  we don't need that branch."  And we didn't.  We've got lots and lots of branches of our own.  We don't need any belonging to anybody else!  In fact, I wouldn't mind if the peep got rid of some of ours.  Some of those young saplings she took out when she got all lumber-jack peep on me last summer to make room for more primroses.  Hoping this summer she will.  No, she won't dump 'em anywhere.  Not even in the wooded area behind our house 'cause she and I have always disapproved of that kind of  behaviour.  That would be rude.  Oh so terribly rude.

Sunday 15 April 2012

it's my birthday...

And I'm having a party.  Yes, that's right!  It's my birthday today!  My ninth birthday!  Yoo-hoo!  Bring on the nip!!!

It's hard to believe, but nine years ago today, I was born.  Many of you know how I was a feral kitty and you're probably wondering how my peeps know that today of all days is my birthday.  Well,  you see...  my mama was out and about in the neighbourhood.  She wasn't feral like me.  She had been abandoned but she was kind of nervous and the peeps couldn't catch her at the time.  The fact that she was preggers was pretty obvious, the peeps say.  Well, no wonder...  she had four of us kitties in her belly and that's a lot of kitty!  So anyway, one day she was very obviously preggers...  and the next day she wasn't.  The peeps took one look at the slimmed down mama and knew that we had been born.

A couple weeks later, a neighbour mentioned how she thought there were baby kitties living in her wood pile.  That would have been us.  So then my peeps knew not only when we had been born but where, too.  Quite a bit of information for feral kitties, huh?

When we were about four weeks old, my mama brought us to the peeps' veranda.  That's where they had been feeding her and I guess she figured it was a fairly decent restaurant.  Plus, there were a couple of chairs on the veranda with soft cushions.  An added attraction to any restaurant, I should think.  And just like some of those family friendly restaurants I see advertised on the television, there was a play area.  There were big planters filled with lots and lots of soil.  Yeah, there were some plants in there too but we made quick work of them.  Oohhh...  those were the days.

The peeps were really lucky 'cause peep #1 just happened to look out the front door when my mama arrived with the first baby.  Then, they watched as one by one, she carried each of us, by the scruff of our necks, to the veranda.  I've heard this story so many times, I can tell it in my sleep.  They saw the first baby and went all, "ooh" and "aah" seeing how cute I was.  Yeah, it was me.  Then, they saw baby number two arrive and there were more "oohs" and "aahs" 'cause my brother Desdemona was a cutie pie, too.  Then their eyes got all big and peep #1 said, "Look, there are three!"  That would have been Constance.  Finally, at the sight of Beatrice, peep #2 said, "Oh my!  There are four!  What are we gonna do?"

What are you gonna do?  Well that was pretty obvious.  Obviously, you're gonna have four more kitties livin' at your house.  I mean, really!  What did they think they were gonna do?


But back to today...   We're having a party!  It's just gonna be me and my fur family and the two peeps. There will be treats and nip.  Special eats like Fancy Feast and I happen to know the peeps bought real chicken breast for us - something we never get 'cause those peeps of mine are veggies.  And, there will be lots of  play time and since the weather is really nice today I'm sure some of it will be outside.  Sun puddles galore.  And best of all, my very favourite television show, The Big Bang Theory, is on for two whole hours on Sundays so...  there's gonna be major cuddling going on tonight.  Constance, Beatrice & I have reserved the couch with the peeps for the entire evening.  Lots & lots of tummy rubs are in store for us.

Yoo-hoo!  It's my birthday and I'm having a party!!!

Wednesday 11 April 2012

guess what the bunny brought

So, it's Easter morning and I awake to...   coloured eggs, you might think?  No...   How 'bout pretty daffodils & pansies?  No, not that either...  Well, let's just say it was not what I was expecting.

Easter occurs during spring in the northern hemisphere.  Spring.  A time for birth and renewal.  A time for baby chicks and bunnies (not to mention kitties) and flowers.  Primroses & daffodils & tulips & pansies with maybe a few other pretty blossoms thrown in for good measure.  Those are the kinds of things I was expecting this Easter morning.

What was it to which I awoke?  SNOW!  Can you believe it?  I certainly didn't.  I had to look twice!  The weatherman on the television did mention the possibility of the white stuff but I figured that he was just nuts or something.  Snow in April?  Snow on Easter Sunday?  The Easter Bunny doesn't have a sleigh!  He's not prepared for the white stuff!  How's he supposed to hop around in ten to fifteen centimetres - yes, that is what arrived - of snow?  What is the meaning of this???

Well, we were all taken aback by the arrival of the white stuff.  I know we live in Canada and all but hey...  it's not like we live at the North Pole or anything.  It's not like Santa Claus is our next door neighbour!  He doesn't even live in my neighbourhood.

Seville was so shaken by the whole snow thing that he wrote a poem about it.  It's funny from where we writers derive our inspirations, isn't it.  You remember my brother Seville, don't you?  He's quite the little poet.  Actually...  he's quite a big poet weighing in around fifteen pounds or so. Maybe a couple more...   Anyway, here it is...  He calls it, "It Snowed."

There was white stuff here.
There was white stuff there.
There was white stuff pretty much everywhere.
Even though it was Easter,
it snowed.
Even though it was April,
it snowed.
The sky...
well the sky just opened up and it dumped a big old load
and it snowed.


So what do you think?  It's only the second poem Seville has ever written, in his whole life, but he's really very good at this stuff.  Don't you agree?

Saturday 7 April 2012

yoo-hoo... another award!


Yoo-hoo, YOO-HOO!  I got another award!!!  I'm so thrilled.  Thank you so much Sammy, for giving me the ABC award.  As some of you probably know, ABC stands for Awesome Blog Content and I'm just thrilled to bits that Sammy thought my blog was even just a little bit awesome.  Sammy has a pretty awesome blog of his own.  It's called onespoiledcat and it's an amazing read.  You'll definitely want to check it out!

When accepting the ABC award, I have to list twenty-six things about myself...  one thing for each letter in the alphabet.  This was kind of tricky.  Thought for a moment I might have to break out the dictionary but, in the end, I managed to find all twenty-six.  I did it!  Yoo-hoo!!!  So, here goes...

A is for being ADDICTED to the nip.
B is for BOY cat...  even though the peep gave me a girls' name.  What a peep!
C is for being CURIOUS...  'cause I'm a cat...  and we are.
D is for being DISMAYED at some of the things my peeps do.  Giving me a girls' name, for
   example...
E is for EDUCATED.  I was home schooled by my Mama but she gave me a wonderful education.
F is for FORMERLY FERAL.  Really and truly...  I was.
G is for being a GORGEOUS GUS.  That's what peep #1 calls me all the time so I'm pretty sure it
    must be true.
H is for HISTORIAN.  Read my blog?  It's all true, you know.  I write the history of tomorrow.
I is for my getting a little INDIGNANT when people think that the peep writes my blog.
J is for being JENNIFER'S best friend.  That's peep #1.  Her name is Jennifer.
K is for a KEYBOARD clicking blogger cat.  Yes, it is really I who writes this blog twice a week.
L is for LITERARY.  You've read my blog?
M is for creating the expression MOUSES!  I really hope it catches on.
N is for NOT a girl even though I've got a girls' name.  Blame the peeps!
O is for being the OBJECT of my peeps' affections.  I'm pretty sure that I am.
P is for being in the PEEP PROTECTION PATROL.  I'm their leader, you know.  Must protect the
   peeps.
Q is for QUICK-AS-A-WINK which is what I am when I race outdoors when I'm supposed to be in.
R is for being a READER.  I try my best to read all my friends' blogs every single day.
S is for STERLING and SILVER which describe my tabby coat.  Oh, and I'm SHORT-HAIRED, too.
T is for being TRUSTING of my peeps.  Not too fond of others, though...  'cause I was feral.
U is for UNATTACHED.  Just lettin' the lady kitties know...
V is for VACCINATED.  I hate it but it's important.  We've all been needled.
W is for WORLD famous.  I've got friends from all over the world, now.  Wonderful!  Ooh...  that
    starts with a W, too.
X is for being a bit of a XENOPHOBE...  'cause I was feral and all.
Y is for YOO-HOO! which is how I felt when Sammy gave me this award.
Z is for the ZIGGING and ZAGGING I do when the peep wants to take me to see the doctor.

Now, I get to award some other kitties with the ABC award.  Ooh...  this is so much fun.  Of course, there are lots of blogs out there with awesome content so it was hard to choose just a few.  But it gave me an excellent excuse to read lots & lots of them which, of course, was lots & lots of fun!  Yoo-hoo!!!  And if any of you kitties don't want to participate or just have too much on the go right now and want to hold off until later, that's okay.  There are no obligations...  PROMISE!

  1.  Herman at It's a Wonderpurr LIFE
  2.  CJ at CJs PawPad
  3.  Mario at Mario's Meowsings
  4.  Katie at Katie Isabella
  5.  Spitty at Spitty the Kitty
  6.  Lars & Odin at Bengal Business
  7.  Sebastian at Sebastian the Sensitive Soul
  8.  Cody at Cat Chat
  9.  Ryker, Faraday, Maxwell & Allie at A Tonk's Tail...  err, Tale...
10.  Bama & Boise at Shat Cast

I would have loved to have given all my blogging buddies this award but I think I was only allowed ten and my eyes were getting crossed from doin' so much reading.  There comes a time when a kitty has just got to get off the computer.  Know what I mean?


Wednesday 4 April 2012

anyone know any astronauts?

Guess what happened to me.  Actually, a whole bunch of stuff has happened to me all in the last ten days or so.  Ohhh...  this is so exciting.  I just can't wait to tell everyone all about it.

First of all, I reached 2500 page views of my blog.  Can you believe it?  It seems like only yesterday when I reached a thousand.  Now, I have two and a half times that.   WOW!

Twenty-five hundred kitties and their peeps have read my blog.  It's mind boggling, really.  I just can't get over it.  Neither can the peep!  When I first told her, the news almost knocked her over.  No...  she hadn't been into the nip.  She was just flabbergasted.  Well, who wouldn't be?  Also, you have to remember that the peeps are always trying to balance precariously on two feet.  Silly, if you ask me.  Four paws on the ground is much more stable.  Don't you think?

You know, I was lookin' at my stats and I realised something.  I have had visits from kitties from six of the world's seven continents.  That's really neat, I think.  No one has visited my blog from Antarctica but that's okay 'cause I don't think a lot of penguins have internet access and those who do...  well...  they probably live in some aquarium in Florida or someplace like that...  not in Antarctica.  As for the other continents, I've got friends in all of them.  In North America, South America, Europe, Asia, Africa and Australia.  It just blows my mind.  And no...  I haven't been into the nip, either.  At least not today...

A few hours after logging my 2500th page view, I also picked up my 1000th follower on twitter.  I could hardly believe it...  a thousand!  Good thing I was planted firmly on all four of my paws (unlike the peep) 'cause let me tell you, when I realised what had happened, a blue jay could have blown me over with a feather.  For those of you who tweet, I'm known on twitter as @nerissathecat so...  if we haven't been tweeting together, drop me a line, okay?

Then - as if all this weren't exciting enough - the other day, my friend Sammy awarded me with my second award.  Yup...  the ABC Award.  I'm still busy working on my post regarding that but I thought it would be okay to let it slip that I had received it.  I was so thrilled to read in Sammy's blog that he was giving me an award 'cause it seems so long ago since I won one...  but it wasn't all that long ago really, I guess...  but you know how these things are.  Always nice to get a pat on the shoulder, I think.  Thanks, Sammy.

Now, all these things are absolutely, super-duper fantastic however, I still have goals for the future.  No, sirree...  I'm not a sat who is gonna just sit there and rest on his laurels...  whatever laurels are 'cause usually I sit and rest on my bum...  but anyway...  the point is...  I still have goals.

I've got two goals for the near future.  The first is that I want ten thousand page views on my blog.  Oh yes...  that will be a special day when it arrives.  It certainly will.  There will be extra treats on that day, I am sure.

And my second goal?  Well...  since I really don't think there's much of a chance of my picking up any readers from Antarctica - one has to be reasonable about these things you know - I think I'd like to make up for my Antarctica losses by picking up a reader or two on the space station.  That would be very nice.  Yes...  very nice, indeed.  So, my question is this...  do any of you kitties out there know any astronauts?  And if you do, could you please ask them to read my blog?  And when they're up there orbiting the Earth and reading my blog, if they could manage to leave a comment saying that they're actually on the space station, well, that would be great.  Just absolutely, fantastically, wonderfully great.  And do you know what?  If I get an astronaut reading my blog from the space station...  well...  the next round of nip will be on me!

Sunday 1 April 2012

birthday number fifteen!

Yesterday was a very special day at our house.  My Aunties Blossom, Primrose and Snowdrop all celebrated their fifteenth - yeah, I said fifteenth - birthday.  WOW!  Fifteen years old.  INCREDIBLE!  They look really good for their age, too.  Not a grey hair in sight.  Unlike the peep...

Fifteen years ago yesterday, my aunties were born...  in a closet, in Nova Scotia.  But what makes this is even more amazing is that my aunties' mama wasn't Nova Scotian.  She wasn't even Canadian.  Nope!  She was a landed immigrant, originally from Venezuela.  Here's the story...

The peeps - I should mention that they weren't known as peeps way back then as I, Nerissa the cat, came up with that moniker for them - were on vacation for two weeks in a country far, far away...  on a whole other continent in a whole other hemisphere.  That would be the country known as Venezuela.  The very first night they were there, a little black and white kitty showed up at the door to their villa.  There were lots of kitties on the resort and many of them were thin and hungry.  The peeps wanted to help them all - of course! - but one can only do so much, right?  As this little girl came to the peeps, the peeps thought they had better help her in particular.

The restaurants on the resort were all closed for the night so peep #1 headed down the beach, money in hand.  A little while later, she returned to the villa with a chicken sandwich...  no condiments or lettuce or anything silly like that...  just chicken and bread.  The little black and white kitty was ravenous and ate the meat all up.  From then on in, she remembered two things...  the mini refrigerator and the peeps.  Or maybe that's three things...  'cause there are two peeps.

The peeps began to call the little black and white kitty Alicia.  She would stay close to the villa every day and spend the nights inside, asleep on one of their beds.  The peeps tried very hard not to let the resort staff know what was going on but by the end of their two week stay, EVERYBODY knew.  Couldn't be helped, I guess.

The peeps went to visit a special man in the city.  A minister of some sort.  Not the religious kind.  This was a government official.   He filled out a form allowing Alicia to leave the country.  Alicia was taken by taxi to a doctor who gave her the vaccinations she would need to enter Canada.  The doctor's name was Jesus.  Dr. Jesus...  I like that.  A carrier was purchased as was a ticket for a trip on an airplane.  It wasn't the plane my peeps were on 'cause that stupid metal bird wouldn't allow cats but it was another plane that left for Canada the very same day the peeps did.

Little Alicia had to spend the whole trip alone on the plane but she wasn't really, you know...   The airplane had a very special cargo that was Alicia but Alicia had a very special cargo, too.  That's right...  four kittens!  She was never alone 'cause my aunties were there with her, every step of the way.

Alicia spent a weekend in Toronto and then flew to Halifax where peep #2 picked her up, Monday morning.  A month later, on the 31st of March 1997, my aunties were born.  Snowdrop & Primrose were tortie and Blossom & Sweet Pea were calico.  Sweet Pea went to live with a very special friend of peep #1's.  There was no one else good enough to have any of the other kittens so that's why I've got three aunties livin' here with me.  Auntie Sweet Pea now goes by the name of Sarah but I'm sure she still remembers her sisters.

Anyway...  that's the story of my aunties.  There are many, many more stories of them to tell and someday soon, I'll get around to those on my blog.

In the meantime, I just want to wish them all a very happy fifteenth birthday.  They had a great day.  There were treat temptations and fancy feast and cream and even a special packet of chicken breast from the grocery store...  my aunties' favourite.  We all had some.  Yum.  Ooh...  it really was extra delicious.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUNTIES!  You're four in a million!