Macky, Mowie, and Sunny

Yes, I know, it’s been awhile since any of us (cats included) have updated.  Everyone is doing well.  We promise we’ll try harder to post more often.

When I heard my co-worker tell me she had to put her 18 year old cat down, I immediately realized that I had missed the date of Romeo’s passing. 

To this day, I still miss that puppy.  It’s incredible how much an pet animal brother could mean to you. 

When I was living with Romeo, you knew you couldn’t laugh in front of him.  For whatever insane reason, he would get upset — maybe it was the high pitch of our laughter that annoyed him, or maybe it was just the fact that our attention wasn’t on him.  We’d hold in the laughter, or even the general chatter, because we’d know it would get to Romeo.

Till this day when I’m home, I still catch myself just before I laugh as to not upset Romeo, and to not bring upon his insane barking and craziness.  Fortunately (I’d still give anything, though, to have him back), those past frustrations that I couldn’t even laugh in my own house have passed — instead, after I realize I just caught myself holding back laughter, I begin to smile because of Romeo. 

I guess, in a way, that was his mark left on the world for us — sure, it annoyed you at the time, but looking back upon it, it’s quite hysterical.  But that was what Romeo was all about — he didn’t know any better, and because of that, he made life so much more enjoyable.  I mean, what other dog gets jealous when you’re not giving him attention and proceeds to bark your head off? 

But, it’s crazy that Romeo has been gone for a year — it seems like just yesterday, too. 

I still walk into my parent’s house expecting a 100 pound dog to come charging at me.  I know it won’t come, but it’s such a strong automatic reaction.  I feel almost let down that it doesn’t happen, anymore, too.  When Romeo would come charging, he had no idea how crazy excited he got to see us — he couldn’t control himself.  He’d jump, and back, jump, and back — then proceed to wipe his wet mouth on your hand or the side of your pants until you would take the time to really pet him. 

I miss that crazy puppy. 

My only regret was that I was not in the process of putting him down.  I wish we had his ashes as to actually be able to keep a part of him.  I didn’t know any better at the time, but I wish I did. 

Then again, Macky would probably want to play in the ashes as if it was his litter box.

We’re all alive, it’s true.  We haven’t dropped off the face of the earth. 

Everyone is nice and healthy, too.  Well, except for Macky.  Apparently he likes to injure himself every other week.  Just when we saw several large gashes on his face heal up last week, he goes and cuts his little paw.  We have no idea how he gets these mysterious cuts and bruises, but Sunny and Mowie are always perfectly fine.  Well, physically fine, I mean — Mowie has a few screws missing; she’s emotionally crazy. 

The babies love the new cabinets — eventually I’ll get around to posting pictures of their new habitat. 

Some backstory is needed.

First, my living room area, along with dining room and kitchen, have cathedral ceilings. Two of the four walls in my kitchen do not go entirely up to the ceiling. Thus, there’s an ‘open’ atmosphere between the kitchen, the hallway, and the dining room. These walls, that don’t hit the ceiling, are topped with crown molding giving it a ‘ledge’ effect.

Next, my kitchen cabinets were delivered last week and are in brown boxes that vary in size. They were placed in my living room until I get the free time to install them. Coicidentally, these boxes form a series of steps, for the cats, to the kitchen ledges.

Sure enough, Macky and Sunny discovered the pathway tonight.

Today, Mowie turned n + 1 years old.

In other words, we first met Mowie one year ago today.

The year started off rough and there were many times where we trying to pawn her off on others. We begged and pleaded, through emails, phone calls and personal visits. She was too good to go to a shelter (as all cats are) but too crazy to live here (as all our cats are). Yet there was something about her that kept us coming back for more. She has this way of staring at you as if she loves you so much, which I believe she does.

One year ago today, she ran to me as if I was her long lost friend and as if she knew I would love her instantly. She didn’t know me, yet she trusted me with her life, literally. She curled up on my lap just hours after meeting me, something to this day she doesn’t do with strangers. She was so desperate for love and just wanted affection.

Now Mowie lives a life full of love and attention and sometimes gives off a snobby vibe to visitors. It’s not that she doesn’t like you or want attention, you’re just not her mommy and daddy, and who could disagree with her that we are just simply the coolest people on earth :)

Not only do we feel we have given Mowie ourselves, but we’ve given her two annoying, yet adorable baby brothers. She may yell and smack them, but deep down inside we know she loves them. This was proven when we took her brothers to the vet to get neutered… as we put them in the cat carriers they screamed out to her and she looked back and yelled “theey don’t want to goooo don’t make theeeeeeem!!”

Or maybe she was just hungry.

Either way, Mowie will never be lonely again. Even when she is n + 35 years old, she’ll have a family that loves her, and doubles her weight with every passing year. (whoops!) Perhaps it’s time for a d-i-e-t.

So Happy Birthday* to the closest thing to a living teddy bear to exist, Mowie*

*actual date of birth as well as name are not known.

“Okay dada, let me get a close look at what needs to be done.”

“Ok, dada, you need to slip the wire from that hole to the lower hole.  Real easy.”

“Sunny! Let me take a look!!”

“Sunny, I know what I’m doing.  I’m the proffesorional awound hearah.”

“I’m certified to kick your ARSE!!”

“Where da treats, mistah?”

“No pictures please, a tubby girls needs her sleepies.”

::snoring::

“I ponder the meaning of life.”

“Harry Potter?!!!”

“No stoopid, it’s da-da.”

“I kill you!”

“You feeling lucky?”

Abercrombie Model, August 2007.

Dear internet fans,

Macintosh’s life is one big game of tag. Or chase. Or hide-and-seek.

At any given time, Macky is chasing after us, specifically Mowie. But instead of tagging, he tackles her to the ground from behind. He then typically runs away expecting her to chase after him. And if you know Mowie, she doesn’t do the running thing. So usually, Macky just claims he’s “it” again and proceeds to chase after us again.

When Macky “tags” me, I usually ignore him as I have better things to do. I usually fake him out and then proceed to jump back on the couch to finish reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Or I just take a very long nap. Please see the picture of me below, I’m very cute.

There are times, apparently, where momma and dadda are “it” — Macky just doesn’t tell them. So Macky usually acts all sweet and innocent. And then, when momma and dadda are walking to the “sweet” and “innocent” Macky, he runs away hoping they’ll chase him. Dadda usually chases after him, too! So silly of him. Then again, Macky and dadda are so very similar, so it wouldn’t suprise me if dadda’s life is one big game of tag, too.

Love, Sunshine.

MACKkY wauzzzzzzz hErE~~@~%