the final hours

One hundred and eighteen thousand, eight hundred.  One hundred and eighteen thousand, seven hundred and ninety-nine.  One hundred and eighteen thousand, seven hundred and ninety-eight.

What's that Peepers? What do mean, what am I doin'?  I'm countin' down! What did you think I was doin', anyway?

You thought I was babbling?  MOUSES!

Silly peep.  I'm countin' down how many seconds are left 'til my promotion month is over.  You know, how many seconds are left for cats and peeps out there to get a copy of Rescued: The Stories of 12 Cats, Through Their Eyes and help support the wonderful and amazing Anjellicle Cats Rescue of New York City.

Now where was I...

One hundred and eighteen thousand, six hundred and fifty.  One hundred and eighteen thousand, six hundred and forty-nine.  One hundred and eighteen thousand, six hundred and forty-eight.

What's that Peepers?  You think it's gonna take too long to count by seconds?  THIS is why you, Peepers, are not a world-renowned scientist in the field of whisk time travel technology.  You're simply not a world-renowned scientist like me.

Me?  Hmmm...  Nope, I think it should be I.  Or maybe it is is me.  That's a tough one.  MOUSES!

Anywho...  That doesn't really matter.  What does matter is that I understand 'bout time and stuff.  I understand that countin' down by minutes, every minute, takes the exact same amount of time as countin' down by seconds, every second.  MOUSES!

Gosh, Peepers...  Where did you go to school, anyway?

You did go to school, right?

Just checkin'...

One hundred and eighteen thousand, five hundred. One hundred and eighteen thousand, four hundred and ninety-nine.  One hundred and eighteen thousand, four hundred and ninety-eight.

More questions, Peepers?  MOUSES!

Okay, let me explain in a way you can understand. We're now just shy of thirty-three hours left before it's midnight, Pacific Time, on April 30th,  That's the deadline for a portion of the proceeds from the sales of the book Rescued:  The Stories of 12 Cats, Through Their Eyes, to go to support the Anjellicle Cats Rescue in New York City.  Whether I count down by hours, minutes or seconds, the actual time remainin', remains the same. MOUSES!

Time always remains the same unless, of course, you're approachin' a black hole or somethin'.  Or in a Tardis.  Or messin' with whisks.  MOUSES!

You're just lucky I'm not countin' down in cat seconds.  To do that, I'd have to multiply everythin' by nine.

Yes, that's right, Peepers.  It's on account of the whole nine lives thing.  Least you got that part right.  Good for you.  You did go to school, after all.

Now where was I?  One hundred and eighteen thou....

Enough with the questions, Peepers!  You made me lose my place...  AGAIN.  MOUSES!

Okay.  Fine.  You win, Peepers.  I'll stop countin' down and just let the clock handle that part.  Your interruptions are drivin' me to distraction.

So here's the deal...

If you wanna help support the Anjellicle Cats Rescue of New York City by buyin' a copy of Rescued: The Stories of 12 Cats, Through Their Eyes, you have until midnight April 30th, Pacific Time, to order in a copy or two.  Or three...  Or four?  Maybe even more!

Not know 'bout Anjellicle Cats Rescue?  They're a great group of peeps helpin' save cats' lives in New York City, daily.  Like they say on their website, they're a "no-kill, all-volunteer, not-for-profit 501(c)(3) organisation" and a "member of the Mayor's Alliance and a New Hope Partner with the New York Animal Care & Control (ACC)."  Their "goal is to help make New York City a no kill city" and "for over ten years, [their] Hell's Kitchen-based organisation has been a lifeline for abandoned, stray, and neglected cats and kittens."  They "work closely with the ACC to pull out those who are in danger of being euthanized. Each one is welcomed with kindness and medical attention, with the goal of placement into a permanent, loving home."

And don't forget 'bout the special paper bein' used to print...

Hmmm...  That'll take too long to explain so let me direct you to the posts about our International Blog Adventure. Remember that? Remember the recent adventure that Savvy, Silver and I took?  We started off on Savvy's blog, Savannah's Paw Tracks where she invented special paper to use for printin' the Rescued book.  Then Silver picked up the story on the DashKitten Blog, and he related how he hacked into the FitCat Publishing computers to make the paper work with their presses.  Finally, I finished up our adventure right here on my blog, Nerissa's Life, with my scorin' a roll of that special paper all for myself.  Well...   not all for myself.  I shared it with my fur-fam, of course.

So that's about it, my friends.  'Bout everythin' I have to say 'bout the Rescued book and my pals over at Anjellicle Cats Rescue and about our adventure and about...

And about the speed at which time travels and how it's constant and whatnot.  Well, providin' there are no whisks involved.  But usually the speed of time is constant.

Hmmm...

One hundred and eighteen thousand, two hundred.  One hundred and eighteen thousand, one hundred and ninety-nine.  One hundred and eighteen thousand, one hundred and ninety-eight.

That's right, Peepers.  I've started countin' down again.  Can't help myself.  I like to finish what I start, you see.

You know, I wonder if I should be countin' down in Mississippis.  Mississippies?  Yeah, the plural of one Mississsippi must be two Mississippies, I think. Never even thought about that before.  Gosh, that realisation is a definite MOUSES! moment, for sure.

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Please remember that throughout the month of April, a portion of all sales of the book Rescued: The Stories of 12 Cats, Through Their Eyes will go to the wonderful Anjellicle Cats Rescue of New York, helpin' them to help save cats' lives.  You can purchase your very own copy at your local book store or on Amazon by clicking right HERE.  You'll wanna stock up for holiday gift-giving, for sure.  PURRS.

grounded

What do you mean I can't...?  Awww... MOUSES!

So there you have it, my friends.  I'm grounded. And for me, this grounding is of a double-whammy nature, for sure. Not only am I not allowed outside at the mo, but I'm also not allowed to do any teleportin' as teleportin' involves flyin' and apparently flies in the face of bein' grounded. Again I must say, MOUSES!

As you may have heard, I've been havin' some issues with my health.  This, of course, is the reason for my grounding.  One might think it makes sense and one might even be right about that but still, a kitty has gotta have some fun, you know?  Of course you know.  MOUSES!

So on account of my grounding, there are no Easter adventures, for me, this year.  Of all the rotten luck.  MOUSES!

What's that, Peepers?  You think I'm sayin' MOUSES! too much?  Yeah, you're probably right about that.  Awww.....  M...   Um....  Never mind.  I probably should stop sayin' MOUSES! at least for today.  You know, on account of this bein' Easter Sunday and all.

I will instead give you all an update on my health.

As you know, I was losin' some weight.  I wasn't dieting or anythin' like that.  In fact, my appetite was as good as always.  Maybe even better.  Actually, maybe too good.  At times, I was ravenous and yet, I was still losin' weight.

My doctor ordered up a series of blood tests checkin' my thyroid, kidney function and to see if I had diabetes.  The only thing even a little bit off was my thyroid so the next thing I knew, I was takin' little pink pills, daily.  At first, they seemed to be workin' but then, all of a sudden, I was weak and feelin' even worse than before.

Some more blood work showed that I had an elevated white blood cell count, or somethin' like that. So I was off the little pink pills and onto some little blue ones.  No, I wasn't takin' those little blue pills that my stalker, Mr. Anonymous Spam, is always flogging.  The ones I was taking were antibiotics, I do believe.

I had just finished my last day of the little blue pills when suddenly, I could couldn't walk on one leg.  Hmmm... Perhaps I should rephrase that.  I wasn't tryin' to hop around the house on one paw and findin' I couldn't but rather, one of my legs was too sore for me to put any weight on it at all.  It was so sore, in fact, I was cryin' in pain.

The leg in question was - and still is - my leg with the bionic knee implants so the peeps were extra concerned that my bionics were failing.  I was then whisked off for an emergency doctor visit that night, only to be told that my bionics were fine but I had likely pulled or sprained somethin' and was sent home with more pills. This time, they were white.  Pain meds and whatnot.

First thing the next week, I went back to the hospital to visit my doctor who had bionicized my knee.  She took some x-rays and found the bionics to be intact.  In fact, my leg looked just fine but there was somethin' wonky goin' on in my belly.  Next thing I knew, they were shavin' off all my tummy fur and leavin' my belly bare!  I was bein' prepared for a sonogram but totally unprepared for barin' my belly.  This isn't bikini weather.  MOUSES!

Well after that, there was a great deal of discussion goin' on in the exam room between my doctor and Peep #1.  I missed most of it on account of my plottin' revenge on the shavin' of my belly fur. Still haven't quite figured out what to do 'bout that but I'm thinkin' I should do somethin' before my fur has all grown back.

Long story short, I have been diagnosed with exocrine pancreatic insufficiency.  Basically, my body isn't makin' the enzymes necessary to digest my food any more.  So even though I was eatin' up a storm, I wasn't gettin' proper nutrition and that is why I lost so much weight.

So from now until forever, I have to have this special powder mixed into my food, about twenty minutes before I eat.  The enzymes in the powder start digestin' the food so that when I eat it, my body can handle it.

It's kind of gross.  I mean, REALLY, it is.  What do they think I am?  A BIRD?  I'm a cat for goodness sakes!  I shouldn't be fed partially digested food.  MOUSES!

Apparently Rushton, Anderson, Mason and Tobias all disagree with me 'cause they're always tryin' to eat the food with my meds.  I, on the other paw, am always tryin' to eat theirs.  We're keepin' the peeps on their toes, for sure.

Peep #1 says that if we can just get through the next few weeks, we'll have a schedule all sorted out.  I say, DON'T COUNT ON IT PEEPERS.  This is war and I'm prepared to use chemical weapons.

The other day, I managed to score some of someone else's food.  Peeps don't know how it happened but I did it.  A little while later, I used the newly installed private bathroom - litter box - in my office and suffice it to say, I cleared the room.  You see, I have found, eatin' unmedicated food kinda gives me gas.  Mouses that was strong.

How strong was it?  It was so strong that both Peep #1 and I had to exit the room.  Peep went back in, gas mask in tow.  Actually, she didn't really use a gas mask but only 'cause she didn't have one to use.

You know, when we discovered that Andy was lactose intolerant, he was given the title Sir Fartsalot but to be perfectly honest, I think that title is now mine.

Seville is busy plottin' and plannin', wonderin' if I've discovered an alternative fuel source that might be compatible with our eggbeater-whisk time travellin'-teleportation technology. So far, he hasn't found a way to capture the fuel.

And speakin' of eggbeater-whisk time travellin'-teleportation technology...   Remember last year at Easter when Seville and I were called in to help save the day?  Well since we don't get to have an adventure this year, I thought it might be nice to reminisce about our adventure last year.  There were two posts in all.  We started off with "a request for assistance" and then Seville and I ended up "savin' Easter morning."  Remember that?  If not, just click on the titles of those two posts and you'll be magically transported back in time.  And even if you do remember, you might still wanna revisit.

Anywho...  That's pretty much what's goin' on at my house.  I'm hopin' to be able to have some fun pretty soon.  Hopin' to get back to teleportin' and whatnot.  Have an adventure or two.  Until then, it's theoretical teleportation technology for me, for sure.

But before I forget, I just wanna wish everyone a very happy Easter.  HAPPY EASTER!  May the Easter Bunny be good to you all and may all your baskets be filled with the nip.


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And please remember that throughout the month of April, a portion of all sales of the book Rescued: The Stories of 12 Cats, Through Their Eyes will go to the wonderful Anjellicle Cats Rescue of New York, helpin' them to help save cats' lives.  You can purchase your very own copy at your local book store or on Amazon by clicking right HERE.  You'll wanna stock up for holiday gift-giving, for sure.  PURRS.

I've been published!

I'VE BEEN PUBLISHED! Yoo-hoo!  YOO-HOO!!!

That's right, my friends. You heard it correctly and you heard it here first...

What's that, Peepers? You think that my readers might not have first heard my big news right here on my blog? You think they might have heard it already?  They might have heard it elsewhere? Awww....  MOUSES!

Anywho...  That doesn't really matter, I suppose. What does matter is that...  I'VE BEEN PUBLISHED!

And no, this is not a joke for April Fools.  Again I must say, MOUSES!

Now back to me.

Have you ever wondered how I, Nerissa the Cat, came to live here in this house with my very own peeps?  Well wonder no more, my friends, 'cause my very own rescue story appears in the possibly-soon-to-be-best-seller (got my paws crossed on that one) Rescued:  The Stories of 12 Cats, Through Their Eyes published by FitCat Publishing.  MOUSES!

In the book you'll read all 'bout how I was born out in the wilds of Nova Scotia.  Uh scratch that. You'll read all 'bout how I was born in a neighbour's wood pile in our subdivision.  You'll also learn how I eventually came to meet my peeps.  How I learned to trust 'em and how they fell in love with me.  Basically, you'll learn all 'bout my early and formative months.  Bet you never knew half of that stuff before.

But my rescue story isn't the only one in the book.  No Sirree...  There is a total of twelve cats featured in the Rescued book, each with a differed story to tell.  A whole year's worth of rescue stories all in one book.  The deal of the century, that is, for sure.  MOUSES!

Are you intrigued?  You want your very own copy?  Then you're in luck 'cause the book Rescued: The Stories of 12 Cats, Through Their Eyes is available on Amazon.  Click here to be magically transported to the page where you can order it in print form or on Kindle.  Also, your local bookseller can order the book in for you, too.  Local booksellers are great and so very helpful and always more than happy to oblige with such things.

(Note to self:  Make sure my pal Lori at our local bookstore knows 'bout this here wonderful book.)

But this month is April and April is super important 'cause this is my birthday month!

What's that Peepers?  Oh yeah... Sorry 'bout that.

April is important 'cause each cat featured in Rescued: The Stories of 12 Cats, Through Their Eyes got to pick a rescue to receive the 'donation' portion of all book sales for a particular month and my month is April.  No, I'm not receiving the donations but the rescue of my choice is.  Isn't that wonderful?

And the answer to that would be yes.

Durin' the month of April, a portion of all Rescued book sales will go to Anjellicle Cats Rescue in New York.  Anjellicle Cats Rescue is very near and dear to my heart on account of the fact that they save the lives of so many kitties who need rescuing just as I once did before I met my peeps.

Those of you who know me on Facebook and Twitter, know that I daily help network the cats on death row at the New York City ACC.  Every day the ACC posts a list of cats.  A list of cats who will be killed the very next day.  These cats are adoptable.  Sometimes they're in perfect health.  So very often they're super scared bein' at the ACC but will calm down once they're in a loving foster home.

A number of rescues do what we call, pulling.  Peeps from Anjellicle Cats Rescue go to the ACC as often as possible and pull as many cats as they can afford to pull.  These babies may need some medical attention and foster homes will need to be found.  In foster care, they'll receive lots and lots of tender lovin' care before bein' adopted out into loving, forever homes of their very own. In other words, officially rescued.

The Anjellicle Cats Rescue helps rescue cats in New York City, daily.  It is a "no-kill, all-volunteer, not-for-profit 501(c)(3) organisation" and a "member of the Mayor's Alliance and a New Hope Partner with the New York Animal Care & Control (ACC)."  Their "goal is to help make New York City a no kill city" and "for over ten years, [their] Hell's Kitchen-based organisation has been a lifeline for abandoned, stray, and neglected cats and kittens."  They "work closely with the ACC to pull out those who are in danger of being euthanized. Each one is welcomed with kindness and medical attention, with the goal of placement into a permanent, loving home."

The above quotes are straight from the Anjellicle Cats Rescue's Facebook page but if you wanna know even more about them, just click on their name, Anjellicle Cats Rescue, to be teleported to their website.

Are you back yet?  Back from their website?  Good.

One last thing.  Christmas is less then nine months away.  I know, seems likes forever but believe-you-me, before we know it, peeps'll be out there shoppin', for sure. How 'bout tuckin' away a few copies of Rescued: The Stories of 12 Cats, Through Their Eyes for Christmas gifts?  Or for birthdays or Hanukkah or... Or maybe 'cause you simply feel like givin' someone a gift filled with love?

The book is extremely well priced and with a donation with every purchase goin' to help rescue animals, it's a win-win situation, for sure.

So there you have it, my friends.  My big news. I've been published.  Gonna go celebrate with some nip and a nap and maybe some cuddles with the peep. Or maybe just an extra-long nap.  Or maybe some extra-strong nip?  I'll decide later.  Yup, I'll decide after I have that nip and uh, maybe a snack.  Hmmm...  Mmmm...

MOUSES!

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Again, you can order your very own copy (or two!) of Rescued:  The Stories of 12 Cats, Through Their Eyes through your friendly local bookseller or right here on Amazon and please remember that during the month of April, a portion of all sales will go to help Anjellicle Cats Rescue save even more cats' lives.  purrs