tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296571392024-03-23T13:21:01.566-05:00Welcome to Rascal's WorldWhy can't a Cat have a blog. Cats are people too.Rascalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438615206997507741noreply@blogger.comBlogger312125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29657139.post-30616525108996436412010-07-01T17:51:00.003-05:002013-02-13T22:42:44.935-05:00Rascal: April 1, 2000 - July 1, 2010<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It is with a heavy heart that I write this final post on <i>Welcome to Rascal's World</i>. Rascal was helped across the Rainbow Bridge this afternoon.<br />
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This morning Rascal woke me up around 6:30, and asked for breakfast. He'd been hungry a lot lately, though fussy about what he wanted to eat. He ate a big helping of raw chicken breast, and then accompanied me outside while I worked in the garden. He made his usual rounds, and when I went in for breakfast, he came in too. He took a long nap, but when I came in around 1:30 after checking on the chickens and goats, he was lying on the kitchen floor, breathing with great difficulty. I called his dad to let him know what was up, and then made an appointment with the vet. </div>
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We had several hours before his appointment, and I spent it with him, talking to him, using all the words he knows, and telling him how much we loved him. </div>
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Dr. C said his lungs were filling with fluid and that we did the right thing to bring him in. He would have suffered terribly as his breathing got worse. We were able to ease that suffering, by helping him to the place of no suffering.</div>
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Rascal was a trooper. When he was diagnosed with Feline Lymphona in February 2008, we were told that he could probably live another 5 to 6 months with chemotherapy. His remission lasted for 2 years. At that time Dr. C gave him only another month or two, but he survived another 5 months, doing the things he liked to do, and living life as he always had. </div>
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Thank you to everyone who's cared about Rascal, visited his blog, left encouraging comments, and indeed, has been a part of his world. I don't need to tell you how much he will be missed.</div>
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/TC25iVAUAMI/AAAAAAAABcQ/zeMRQtF8LSA/s1600/image003.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="Thank you Miss Peach!" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489247520239648962" src="https://lh3.ggpht.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/TC25iVAUAMI/AAAAAAAABcQ/zeMRQtF8LSA/s400/image003.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" title="Thank you Miss Peach!" /></a>Rascalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438615206997507741noreply@blogger.com75tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29657139.post-81681003809512835852010-06-22T10:54:00.005-05:002010-06-22T11:12:37.982-05:00Good Days Bad Days<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/TCDdigxz_pI/AAAAAAAABcI/tOyQTf7tfIc/s1600/Rascal_update1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/TCDdigxz_pI/AAAAAAAABcI/tOyQTf7tfIc/s400/Rascal_update1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485627931121417874" border="0" /></a>Rascal's mom here. We haven't thought about cat blogging much, but I wanted to give you all an update on Rascal. Here's still with us, having his good days and his bad ones. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/TCDdiToGx9I/AAAAAAAABcA/gAY6WrKqLtw/s1600/Rascal_update2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/TCDdiToGx9I/AAAAAAAABcA/gAY6WrKqLtw/s400/Rascal_update2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485627927591045074" border="0" /></a>On the good days he wants to go out and make his rounds. He knows where the mice and chipmunks hang out, so he can usually be found there.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/TCDdiBebahI/AAAAAAAABb4/MLaLnvWvZco/s1600/Rascal_on_hay.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/TCDdiBebahI/AAAAAAAABb4/MLaLnvWvZco/s400/Rascal_on_hay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485627922718616082" border="0" /></a>He knows where the safe and comfy catnap spots are.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/TCDdK5RZPBI/AAAAAAAABbw/lY0CVzg1XCc/s1600/Rascal_update3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/TCDdK5RZPBI/AAAAAAAABbw/lY0CVzg1XCc/s400/Rascal_update3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485627525379472402" border="0" /></a>And he's ever faithful to accompany me when I go out to the garden, and keep me company while I do various gardening chores.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/TCDdKuxxBvI/AAAAAAAABbo/SGgYrX1MbYs/s1600/Rascal_update4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 361px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/TCDdKuxxBvI/AAAAAAAABbo/SGgYrX1MbYs/s400/Rascal_update4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485627522562459378" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/TCDdKRHFn8I/AAAAAAAABbg/fMd0xIVFXgY/s1600/Rascal_update5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/TCDdKRHFn8I/AAAAAAAABbg/fMd0xIVFXgY/s400/Rascal_update5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485627514598825922" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/TCDdJjQDKHI/AAAAAAAABbY/Ebk3LIUm-0w/s1600/Rascal_update6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/TCDdJjQDKHI/AAAAAAAABbY/Ebk3LIUm-0w/s400/Rascal_update6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485627502288382066" border="0" /></a>On bad days he doesn't want to go out, doesn't want to eat, doesn't want to be bothered. On days like that we debate whether or not to take him to see Dr. C. We know that in all likelihood, if we take him, he probably won't come home again. It's hard to be brave enough to face that. His annual check-up is in August and hopefully he can make it for that.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/TCDdJTk4EMI/AAAAAAAABbQ/5QbsYJn_zs8/s1600/Rascal_update7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/TCDdJTk4EMI/AAAAAAAABbQ/5QbsYJn_zs8/s400/Rascal_update7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485627498080768194" border="0" /></a>Sometimes we wonder how he keeps going. He's all skin and bones and pretty fussy about food. But as long as his good days outweigh his bad, we'll hang in there with him. We hope that when his time comes, he'll peacefully fall asleep and never wake up. If he does need help to cross the Rainbow Bridge, we just hope we'll know when he's ready.Rascalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438615206997507741noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29657139.post-75519131457362255552010-06-05T14:49:00.001-05:002010-06-06T05:59:32.637-05:00They're Still Here<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/TAqqkM40e2I/AAAAAAAABag/RcUaEgABTw0/s1600/still_here%26_still_cute.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 352px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/TAqqkM40e2I/AAAAAAAABag/RcUaEgABTw0/s400/still_here%26_still_cute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479379435561188194" border="0" /></a>We still have kittens<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/TAqqk1nllAI/AAAAAAAABbA/0P89RGXiQDM/s1600/Riley_daring.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/TAqqk1nllAI/AAAAAAAABbA/0P89RGXiQDM/s400/Riley_daring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479379446494761986" border="0" /></a>I still don't like it<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/TAqqkukTYsI/AAAAAAAABaw/1EbJMiAGwnI/s1600/kitty%2Bplay.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/TAqqkukTYsI/AAAAAAAABaw/1EbJMiAGwnI/s400/kitty%2Bplay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479379444601938626" border="0" /></a>Even worse, they're growing<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/TAqqkWErM2I/AAAAAAAABao/eMCl8w1bmgE/s1600/kitty%2Bplay2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/TAqqkWErM2I/AAAAAAAABao/eMCl8w1bmgE/s400/kitty%2Bplay2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479379438026830690" border="0" /></a>Mom says I should make friends<br />so I don't have to worry about it.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/TAqqkpFrvSI/AAAAAAAABa4/YLBPRmMJDew/s1600/Rascal%26company.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/TAqqkpFrvSI/AAAAAAAABa4/YLBPRmMJDew/s400/Rascal%26company.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479379443131333922" border="0" /></a>I say, I want to worry about it.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Oh. They have names now...<a href="http://my5acredream.blogspot.com/2010/06/naming-renaming.html"> click here</a> for that.<br /></div></div>Rascalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438615206997507741noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29657139.post-66201884548761033432010-05-26T08:00:00.000-05:002010-05-26T08:04:29.633-05:00InvasionWe've been invaded by the worst thing imaginable....<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Kittens<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S_0b2GEXMPI/AAAAAAAABaY/nZPs3IUNkoc/s1600/new_kittens.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S_0b2GEXMPI/AAAAAAAABaY/nZPs3IUNkoc/s400/new_kittens.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475563338108186866" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S_zqeTOPK6I/AAAAAAAABZg/yT3EXheIbu4/s1600/new_kittens_playing_with_my_toys1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S_zqeTOPK6I/AAAAAAAABZg/yT3EXheIbu4/s400/new_kittens_playing_with_my_toys1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475509053252643746" border="0" /></a>They've taken over my toys.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S_zqeFRhK8I/AAAAAAAABZY/1Ov3aXuCcyM/s1600/new_kittens_playing_with_my_toys2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S_zqeFRhK8I/AAAAAAAABZY/1Ov3aXuCcyM/s400/new_kittens_playing_with_my_toys2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475509049508309954" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S_zqet4tpPI/AAAAAAAABZw/vcMsHXQuqaQ/s1600/new_kittens_eating_my_food.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S_zqet4tpPI/AAAAAAAABZw/vcMsHXQuqaQ/s400/new_kittens_eating_my_food.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475509060410123506" border="0" /></a>They've taken over my food.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S_zqe0Ebn5I/AAAAAAAABZ4/pOBGWMXIVrw/s1600/new_kittens_drinking_my_tuna_juice.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 345px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S_zqe0Ebn5I/AAAAAAAABZ4/pOBGWMXIVrw/s400/new_kittens_drinking_my_tuna_juice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475509062069886866" border="0" /></a>They've taken over my tuna juice.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S_0a5yPsfOI/AAAAAAAABaI/wod9mC1ahTE/s1600/new_kittens_taken_over_Moms_lap.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S_0a5yPsfOI/AAAAAAAABaI/wod9mC1ahTE/s400/new_kittens_taken_over_Moms_lap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475562301994859746" border="0" /></a>They've taken over Mom's lap.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S_zqefq2wvI/AAAAAAAABZo/_2aq_qE0Tqc/s1600/new_kittens_in_to_everything.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S_zqefq2wvI/AAAAAAAABZo/_2aq_qE0Tqc/s400/new_kittens_in_to_everything.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475509056593904370" border="0" /></a>They're in to everything.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S_zqqTDBlFI/AAAAAAAABaA/6ocjjV5n2v8/s1600/new_kittens_asleep2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S_zqqTDBlFI/AAAAAAAABaA/6ocjjV5n2v8/s400/new_kittens_asleep2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475509259364045906" border="0" /></a>The only time they're tolerable is when they're asleep.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S_0a6Evc-nI/AAAAAAAABaQ/SIgs3jZEkMk/s1600/new_kittens_Im_grumpy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S_0a6Evc-nI/AAAAAAAABaQ/SIgs3jZEkMk/s400/new_kittens_Im_grumpy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475562306959899250" border="0" /></a>I'm grumpy. </div>Rascalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438615206997507741noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29657139.post-85616030243673335822010-05-18T06:41:00.003-05:002010-05-18T06:51:30.122-05:00That's An Affirmative<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S_J9Ax_br6I/AAAAAAAABZQ/Oc_ptKz9N0E/s1600/burger_kat1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S_J9Ax_br6I/AAAAAAAABZQ/Oc_ptKz9N0E/s400/burger_kat1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472573949581438882" border="0" /></a>Yes, I think this is Burger Kat,<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S_J9A3X_DVI/AAAAAAAABZI/VdwUs198UIU/s1600/burger_kat2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S_J9A3X_DVI/AAAAAAAABZI/VdwUs198UIU/s400/burger_kat2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472573951026597202" border="0" /></a>and yes, I think I can have it my way.<br /></div>Rascalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438615206997507741noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29657139.post-28154870306030757242010-05-09T07:48:00.012-05:002010-05-09T08:33:42.524-05:00That'll Teach Ya, MomEvery Cat has his or her routine and it's up to the humans to respect it. After all, they're the ones with the hands. <span style="font-style: italic;">My</span> routine starts no later than 5:15 AM. I go tell Mom and Dad I want to go out and it's their job to get out of bed and let Me out. Dad does it when he's home, but if he's on the road, it's up to Mom to do it.<br /><br />At 5:15 this morning I walked into the bedroom and announced to Mom that it was time. She got up dutifully and went to the back door, but I was hungry. I wanted to eat first. I wanted some treats first. I wanted some rubs and scritches first. <span style="font-style: italic;">Then</span> I wanted to go outside. Even a Cat with a routine is allowed to vary it as he pleases, right? Of course right. She gave me the food, but was rather rude about the treats, rubs and scritches. She said it was 5:15 in the morning (So?), and a Sunday morning at that (Double so?), and she was going back to bed! And she did.<br /><br />We weren't done yet and I told her about it.<br />She was stubborn.<br />I complained.<br />She told Me to Be Quite.<br />I got louder.<br />She pulled the covers over her head.<br />I put it into high gear. After all, I'm not called <a href="http://welcometorascalsworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/ode-to-rascal.html" target="_blank" title="Ode To Rascal">Demando</a> for nothing.<br />She threw a pillow at Me.<br /><br />At that point I left the room and went off to sulk about it, as loudly as I could. That's when I noticed this...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S-a31QwCRFI/AAAAAAAABZA/7974JqfWu_Y/s1600/Rascals_open_window.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S-a31QwCRFI/AAAAAAAABZA/7974JqfWu_Y/s400/Rascals_open_window.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469260923145438290" border="0" /></a>It's the window Mom forgot to close last night. Even better, for some reason the screen was up too, leaving the window completely open and clear. Guess what. I jumped out.<br /><br />Around 7 AM I could hear Mom getting up. I heard her make her way into the kitchen and turn on the coffee pot. I knew she was puzzled that I didn't present myself immediately. I heard her call my name. Silence. She called again. She started going from room to room calling "Rascal!" Of course I didn't answer and of course she couldn't find Me.<br /><br />I could almost hear the wheels in her head turning. I could also hear worry in her voice. She probably thought I'd finally succumbed to <a href="http://welcometorascalsworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-remssion-is-over.html" target="_blank" title="My Remission Is Over">my Feline Lymphoma</a> and had curled up somewhere to leave my body behind while I crossed the Rainbow Bridge. She was thinking that the 5:15 scenario had been my way of saying good-bye. I knew this would make her feel guilty.<br /><br />I heard her go into the bedroom to get dressed. I knew she was trying not to panic and would go let <a href="http://my5acredream.blogspot.com/2010/05/free-ranging-at-last.html" target="_blank" title="5 Acres & A Dream - Free Ranging At Last">the chickens</a> out while she collected herself. I timed it perfectly. As she came out the back door, I nonchalantly walked past the back porch and meowed, "Good Morning." You should have seen the look on her face!<br /><br />Of course Mom's not dumb and she quickly found the open window and figured it out. If she's mad, she should suck it up and take it like a Cat. To make it up to her I'll spend the rest of the day testing out the new area rug she got for under the dining room table.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S-a31AXRVgI/AAAAAAAABY4/qO_woWgej9k/s1600/Rascal_makes_it_up_to_Mom.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S-a31AXRVgI/AAAAAAAABY4/qO_woWgej9k/s400/Rascal_makes_it_up_to_Mom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469260918746600962" border="0" /></a>It's pretty comfy, actually. Happy Mother's Day.Rascalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438615206997507741noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29657139.post-70955934024866878462010-04-29T07:18:00.005-05:002010-04-29T07:31:50.189-05:00Did I Mention They Are Boring?<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S9l5gQF92pI/AAAAAAAABYY/47FYlHzn7z8/s1600/chicken_Check4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S9l5gQF92pI/AAAAAAAABYY/47FYlHzn7z8/s400/chicken_Check4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465533217773574802" border="0" /></a> For some reason, Mom really likes her chickens.<br />Of course I am obligated to accompany her<br />when she does her chicken chores.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S9l5gvNYKII/AAAAAAAABYg/GIzw3evuLdY/s1600/chicken_Check2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S9l5gvNYKII/AAAAAAAABYg/GIzw3evuLdY/s400/chicken_Check2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465533226126157954" border="0" /></a>Personally however, I find them boring.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S9l5hDtVRhI/AAAAAAAABYo/lbr0Juuo-c0/s1600/chicken_Check1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S9l5hDtVRhI/AAAAAAAABYo/lbr0Juuo-c0/s400/chicken_Check1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465533231628895762" border="0" /></a>If you're interested in boring old chickens,<br />you can see Mom's latest chicken pix at her homestead blog.<br /><a href="http://my5acredream.blogspot.com/2010/04/chickens-lookin-good.html" target="_blank" title="5 Acres & A Dream">Click here,</a> but don't say I didn't warn you. Bor-ing.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S9l5rSS414I/AAAAAAAABYw/OzF-RMfmbuQ/s1600/hunting1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S9l5rSS414I/AAAAAAAABYw/OzF-RMfmbuQ/s400/hunting1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465533407343204226" border="0" /></a>Me, I'd rather be hunting.<br /></div>Rascalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438615206997507741noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29657139.post-88854783252249517882010-04-19T15:44:00.004-05:002010-04-19T15:52:31.583-05:00I've Been Busy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S8zAww7oCJI/AAAAAAAABYQ/pLP77M9Psq4/s1600/busy1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S8zAww7oCJI/AAAAAAAABYQ/pLP77M9Psq4/s400/busy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461952392094812306" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S8zAwpSNr6I/AAAAAAAABYI/XAiyCGJEmrw/s1600/busy2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S8zAwpSNr6I/AAAAAAAABYI/XAiyCGJEmrw/s400/busy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461952390042070946" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S8zAwU3VtUI/AAAAAAAABYA/kl-qCtHeJ6U/s1600/busy3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S8zAwU3VtUI/AAAAAAAABYA/kl-qCtHeJ6U/s400/busy3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461952384560641346" border="0" /></a>There's mouses and 'munks to keep an eye on and catch.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Mom's Note: Rascal seems to be doing pretty well on the prednisolone. Some days he's himself, demanding and fussy as ever. Other days he doesn't seem to feel all that well. Some days he'll eat well and put on a few ounces. Other days he's not that interested in eating. </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://welcometorascalsworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-remssion-is-over.html">About a month ago</a><span style="font-style: italic;">, Dr. C gave him one to two months. On the days he's doing well it seems like he'll live forever. Other days we worry and pamper. He loves going outside and has been catching shrews, chipmunks, and today a squirrel. We just try to treasure every moment with him, and hope he will prove Dr. C. wrong. </span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Rascal's Mom</span><br /></div>Rascalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438615206997507741noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29657139.post-45380868734463080122010-04-02T08:51:00.003-05:002010-04-02T08:56:13.928-05:00Mom's Up To Something<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S7X20EiWieI/AAAAAAAABXw/JMmojcBJ78I/s1600/DR_unpacking1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S7X20EiWieI/AAAAAAAABXw/JMmojcBJ78I/s400/DR_unpacking1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455537898060679650" border="0" /></a>I don't like it when Mom gets boxes out. Boxes may be fun for Cats to play in, but boxes also mean packing and moving, and I hate moving.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S7X2z53ho1I/AAAAAAAABXo/sidmrD9hMRA/s1600/DR_unpacking3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S7X2z53ho1I/AAAAAAAABXo/sidmrD9hMRA/s400/DR_unpacking3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455537895196697426" border="0" /></a>Mom is taking stuff out of these boxes, so it must be okay.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S7X3G2UxoqI/AAAAAAAABX4/tntlNsq0I84/s1600/DR_unpacking2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S7X3G2UxoqI/AAAAAAAABX4/tntlNsq0I84/s400/DR_unpacking2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455538220663153314" border="0" /></a>Still, I need to figure out what she's up to. Any ideas?Rascalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438615206997507741noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29657139.post-20083969299656857922010-03-26T00:20:00.001-05:002010-04-29T07:29:53.802-05:00Chickens Schmickens<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S6oMXZBFC8I/AAAAAAAABXg/_HwKJc_Hq2Y/s1600/wehavechickens.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S6oMXZBFC8I/AAAAAAAABXg/_HwKJc_Hq2Y/s400/wehavechickens.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452183894877342658" border="0" /></a>Mom wants me to show you our chickens.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S6oMWxzRQyI/AAAAAAAABXY/owVvZHWkyq0/s1600/wehavechickens2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S6oMWxzRQyI/AAAAAAAABXY/owVvZHWkyq0/s400/wehavechickens2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452183884350440226" border="0" /></a>I don't think so.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S6oMWkBCPpI/AAAAAAAABXQ/sWZ1q31JD4o/s1600/wehavechickens3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S6oMWkBCPpI/AAAAAAAABXQ/sWZ1q31JD4o/s400/wehavechickens3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452183880650079890" border="0" /></a>After all, this is a Cat blog not a chicken blog. Which means I'm sure you'd much rather watch Me rolling around in the grass on a beautiful day like today.<br /><br />If it's chickens you want, you'll have to go <a href="http://my5acredream.blogspot.com/2010/03/outside-at-last.html" target="_blank" title="5 Acres & A Dream">visit Mom's blog</a> to see them.Rascalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438615206997507741noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29657139.post-6324831634992193182010-03-20T08:03:00.001-05:002010-03-20T08:53:33.930-05:00A Walk With RascalThank you to everyone who is praying and purring for me. I have to take a nasty pill twice a day. But that means that I get all the raw chicken, baby food, and Friskies Party Mix treats I want. Plus some mashed cooked chicken liver which is tasty. Mom thinks I've put on a few ounces and I certainly have energy for chasing birds and chipmunks.<br /><br />Last week, I went with Mom when she took a walk in our woods. She does this "<a href="http://lifeloomslarge.blogspot.com/2010/03/colors-of-march.html" target="_blank" title="Life Looms Large">Colors of the Month</a>" photography thing, so when she went for a walk for her Colors of March, I went with her.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S5jsk84T8xI/AAAAAAAABXA/Zy8ssENnI0w/s1600-h/walk_with_Rascal1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S5jsk84T8xI/AAAAAAAABXA/Zy8ssENnI0w/s400/walk_with_Rascal1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447363868866376466" border="0" /></a>We headed out the back field.....<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S5jsZaV0dJI/AAAAAAAABW4/NmPRot2mmDY/s1600-h/walk_with_Rascal3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S5jsZaV0dJI/AAAAAAAABW4/NmPRot2mmDY/s400/walk_with_Rascal3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447363670616339602" border="0" /></a>... and into the woods.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S5jsZDa9hSI/AAAAAAAABWw/MZPhu4Q_j1I/s1600-h/walk_with_Rascal4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 347px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S5jsZDa9hSI/AAAAAAAABWw/MZPhu4Q_j1I/s400/walk_with_Rascal4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447363664463889698" border="0" /></a>I like to come back here to hunt sometimes.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S5jsY8C_4WI/AAAAAAAABWo/DZytFFPXjhs/s1600-h/walk_with_Rascal7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 376px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S5jsY8C_4WI/AAAAAAAABWo/DZytFFPXjhs/s400/walk_with_Rascal7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447363662484332898" border="0" /></a>And just to look around.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S5jsYrDfJOI/AAAAAAAABWg/iGBZ0i5XwcQ/s1600-h/walk_with_Rascal8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 388px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S5jsYrDfJOI/AAAAAAAABWg/iGBZ0i5XwcQ/s400/walk_with_Rascal8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447363657922979042" border="0" /></a>A quick lick is always in order,<br />no matter the occasion.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S5jsYU9yuxI/AAAAAAAABWY/MmwW_JgFTjQ/s1600-h/walk_with_Rascal10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S5jsYU9yuxI/AAAAAAAABWY/MmwW_JgFTjQ/s400/walk_with_Rascal10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447363651993516818" border="0" /></a>Are you coming, Mom?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S5jrfapuPuI/AAAAAAAABWQ/BoxUpJfFezE/s1600-h/walk_with_Rascal11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 337px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S5jrfapuPuI/AAAAAAAABWQ/BoxUpJfFezE/s400/walk_with_Rascal11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447362674267406050" border="0" /></a>I wonder if this tree needs Me to climb it?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S5jrfPxQrOI/AAAAAAAABWI/yDzZCnXkP-4/s1600-h/walk_with_Rascal12.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S5jrfPxQrOI/AAAAAAAABWI/yDzZCnXkP-4/s400/walk_with_Rascal12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447362671346232546" border="0" /></a>We walked all over our woods, but Mom<br />didn't find much color to photograph.<br />No matter. I'm a better subject anyway.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S5jregxJi-I/AAAAAAAABWA/C_EnyWKA5Xs/s1600-h/walk_with_Rascal14.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 349px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S5jregxJi-I/AAAAAAAABWA/C_EnyWKA5Xs/s400/walk_with_Rascal14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447362658729298914" border="0" /></a>We're heading home now.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S5jreSjj5PI/AAAAAAAABV4/T7hBsEcBU3k/s1600-h/walk_with_Rascal15.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S5jreSjj5PI/AAAAAAAABV4/T7hBsEcBU3k/s400/walk_with_Rascal15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447362654914209010" border="0" /></a>A few times the sun came out.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S5jreTIscfI/AAAAAAAABVw/-9MN9NNKwDU/s1600-h/walk_with_Rascal19.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 382px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S5jreTIscfI/AAAAAAAABVw/-9MN9NNKwDU/s400/walk_with_Rascal19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447362655069958642" border="0" /></a>This stuff's green all the time.<br />Mom calls it "evergreens."<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S5jqxE8U9zI/AAAAAAAABVo/ETHa21oVT-Y/s1600-h/walk_with_Rascal16.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S5jqxE8U9zI/AAAAAAAABVo/ETHa21oVT-Y/s400/walk_with_Rascal16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447361878165878578" border="0" /></a>I kept a lookout for anything interesting.<br />No birds or squirrels to report however.<br />I wonder why.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S5jqw6GKzfI/AAAAAAAABVg/RnyqUdFsRIQ/s1600-h/walk_with_Rascal17.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S5jqw6GKzfI/AAAAAAAABVg/RnyqUdFsRIQ/s400/walk_with_Rascal17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447361875254365682" border="0" /></a>We looked everywhere but there were no budding trees.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S5jqw34nwAI/AAAAAAAABVY/Vx_WJ2M6g9c/s1600-h/walk_with_Rascal18.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S5jqw34nwAI/AAAAAAAABVY/Vx_WJ2M6g9c/s400/walk_with_Rascal18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447361874660671490" border="0" /></a>Finally we came out of the woods.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S5jqwTwQlVI/AAAAAAAABVI/hZJ1uaGmIaI/s1600-h/walk_with_Rascal20.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S5jqwTwQlVI/AAAAAAAABVI/hZJ1uaGmIaI/s400/walk_with_Rascal20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447361864961922386" border="0" /></a>And headed home along the tree<br />line between the two fields.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">To see Mom's Colors of March, <a href="http://my5acredream.blogspot.com/2010/03/colors-of-march.html">click here</a>.<br />To see everybody elses', <a href="http://lifeloomslarge.blogspot.com/2010/03/colors-of-march.html">click here</a>.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">That's it.<br /></div></div></div>Rascalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438615206997507741noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29657139.post-73505364732496197892010-03-13T06:25:00.004-05:002010-03-13T06:44:32.756-05:00My Remssion Is OverMom and Dad couldn't understand why I have been so finicky with my food lately. I can't explain that to them, other than they just aren't offering what I want. They thought I'd lost too much weight and so rushed me to Dr. C, our V-E-T.<br /><br />First they weighed me and then they tortured me with all sorts of pokes and prods. I put my foot down when he looked in my ears and hissed real good at Dr. C. Unfortunately he wasn't the least bit offended, and kept saying "I know, I know". He told Mom he could feel another tumor deep in my belly and is about 99.9% sure the feline lymphoma is back. Fortunately there was no needle poke, but he explained all the options to Mom, to take home to tell Dad. He did give her a prescription of prednisolone and told her to call after they'd discussed it.<br /><br />I weigh 10.5 pounds now and Mom says I'm very bony. At the very least the prednisolone (Cat prednisone) will make Me feel better, hopefully boost my appetite, and maybe shrink the tumor some. Dr. C says this could give Me a couple more months. The other route is shots, and pills, and lots of trips in the PTU, and stealing my bloods. That could give Me a year. <br /><br />Mom and Dad are heartsick, but they don't understand that things are different to a Cat. Most of the time I feel great, I love to go outdoors, and I caught another chipmunk the other day. If I don't feel like it, I just take a nap.<br /><br />The best part is that Mom gave me a whole piece of raw fish last night. I ate every bite so she says the prednisolone is working already. Plus, I now get to eat all the Party Mix Wild West Crunch treats I want! No more rationing! <br /><br />Anyway, a trip to the V-E-T is always exhausting. If you don't mind, I'm going to catch a Catnap, right here on Mom's project so I can keep an eye on things.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S5t4QpIRgJI/AAAAAAAABXI/wLAbMDhJuj8/s1600-h/cat_clock_snooze.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 369px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S5t4QpIRgJI/AAAAAAAABXI/wLAbMDhJuj8/s400/cat_clock_snooze.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448080401548542098" border="0" /></a>Rascalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438615206997507741noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29657139.post-66575828122189172322010-03-04T00:22:00.000-05:002010-03-04T00:23:55.060-05:00A Good Thing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S49DtSHkuhI/AAAAAAAABVA/xz3V9r4MLAY/s1600-h/a_good_thing1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S49DtSHkuhI/AAAAAAAABVA/xz3V9r4MLAY/s400/a_good_thing1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444644919750998546" border="0" /></a>.............. is a snooze in front of the woodstove.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S49DtI0GjEI/AAAAAAAABU4/K6FhOcNWoe4/s1600-h/a_good_thing2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S49DtI0GjEI/AAAAAAAABU4/K6FhOcNWoe4/s400/a_good_thing2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444644917253409858" border="0" /></a>Rascalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438615206997507741noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29657139.post-89740277691554865392010-02-28T21:25:00.002-05:002010-02-28T21:28:15.823-05:00Since When?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S4sluw_iZJI/AAAAAAAABUw/oFG9sepJjHw/s1600-h/lap_cat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 377px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S4sluw_iZJI/AAAAAAAABUw/oFG9sepJjHw/s400/lap_cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443486059962983570" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mom:</span> But Rascal, you've<span style="font-style: italic;"> never</span> been a lap cat before!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Rascal:</span> I changed my mind. Besides, the floor is too cold to put my feet on.Rascalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438615206997507741noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29657139.post-47356158722717369922010-02-21T09:18:00.004-05:002010-02-21T10:05:29.127-05:00I Got Goodies<a href="http://ablipontheradar.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="A Blip on the Radar">Miss Tina</a> sent Me <a href="http://leighsfiberjournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/got-sheeps.html" target="_blank" title="Leigh's Fiber Journal">and Mom</a> some Valentine's goodies.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S4FBeCyyTUI/AAAAAAAABUo/_9yQXEKK0RQ/s1600-h/valentines_goodies.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 391px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S4FBeCyyTUI/AAAAAAAABUo/_9yQXEKK0RQ/s400/valentines_goodies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440701809242033474" border="0" /></a>I got catnip, Friskies Party Mix (YUM!), and Fancy Feast Appetizers (double YUM!). Dad gave me the Fancy Feast before Mom could get a picture, but here's Me and my Party Mix!<br /><br />Thank you Miss Tina!Rascalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438615206997507741noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29657139.post-49556280920495975512010-02-09T14:06:00.005-05:002010-04-29T07:30:28.219-05:00ChickensMom says <a href="http://my5acredream.blogspot.com/2010/02/chicken-coop-update-almost-ready.html" target="_blank">we're getting chickens</a>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S3Gy798l7cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/IN0El2BYK14/s1600-h/Rascal_straw1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 380px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S3Gy798l7cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/IN0El2BYK14/s400/Rascal_straw1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436322968523632066" border="0" /></a>I said, I like to eat chicken. She said, they aren't for eating, they're for laying eggs. Then we went out to gather some straw for the chickens to walk on. I helped.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S3Gy8ReG-zI/AAAAAAAABUg/jdHtu-uNEeE/s1600-h/Rascal_straw3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 359px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S3Gy8ReG-zI/AAAAAAAABUg/jdHtu-uNEeE/s400/Rascal_straw3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436322973764483890" border="0" /></a>I inspected all around carefully, looking for mouses.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S3Gy8Ac4TaI/AAAAAAAABUY/OB10qVLONNw/s1600-h/Rascal_straw2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 380px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S3Gy8Ac4TaI/AAAAAAAABUY/OB10qVLONNw/s400/Rascal_straw2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436322969195924898" border="0" /></a>I also made sure they didn't jump into Mom's wheelbarrow. All clear in here.<br /><br />I've never seen a live chicken before. Do you think they'll like Me?Rascalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438615206997507741noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29657139.post-73195056181352544922010-02-04T20:43:00.003-05:002010-02-04T20:52:17.284-05:00Wood Pile<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S2t4EGikAVI/AAAAAAAABUI/-YIviwllC5I/s1600-h/munk1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 374px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S2t4EGikAVI/AAAAAAAABUI/-YIviwllC5I/s400/munk1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434569387223023954" border="0" /></a>This is our wood pile.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S2t4D1-6DrI/AAAAAAAABUA/5FsXe-VIGTo/s1600-h/munk2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 365px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S2t4D1-6DrI/AAAAAAAABUA/5FsXe-VIGTo/s400/munk2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434569382778506930" border="0" /></a>There's chipmunks in there.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S2t4DlOYOzI/AAAAAAAABT4/tSR61dbENoQ/s1600-h/munk3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 381px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S2t4DlOYOzI/AAAAAAAABT4/tSR61dbENoQ/s400/munk3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434569378279996210" border="0" /></a>It's my job to patrol.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S2t4DqQjWlI/AAAAAAAABTw/ISkOwoxL_DI/s1600-h/munk4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S2t4DqQjWlI/AAAAAAAABTw/ISkOwoxL_DI/s400/munk4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434569379631290962" border="0" /></a>And keep an eye out for them.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S2t4DeYEwVI/AAAAAAAABTo/JI_NtLYmXYY/s1600-h/munk5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 392px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S2t4DeYEwVI/AAAAAAAABTo/JI_NtLYmXYY/s400/munk5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434569376441614674" border="0" /></a>But only as long as it amuses me.<br /></div>Rascalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438615206997507741noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29657139.post-31697996368612329802010-01-29T14:16:00.004-05:002010-01-29T14:27:59.938-05:00Mom's Been PaintingMom's been painting the living room and I'm keeping an eye on the furniture.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S2M0J5wWViI/AAAAAAAABTg/qgsTiQfHcRk/s1600-h/paint_snoopervisor1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S2M0J5wWViI/AAAAAAAABTg/qgsTiQfHcRk/s400/paint_snoopervisor1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432242920266028578" border="0" /></a>I'm keeping an eye on her too, though she doesn't know it. She thinks I can't see her because she's on one side of the couch while I'm on the other.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S2M0JpwWp0I/AAAAAAAABTY/4ndEorBvvsc/s1600-h/paint_snoopervisor2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 347px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S2M0JpwWp0I/AAAAAAAABTY/4ndEorBvvsc/s400/paint_snoopervisor2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432242915971082050" border="0" /></a>Little does she know that thanks to my Black Cat Spidey Senses, I know <span style="font-style: italic;">everything</span> that goes on around here. Cats are smart that way you know.Rascalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438615206997507741noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29657139.post-57589835356590941482010-01-25T14:34:00.005-05:002010-01-25T14:46:36.654-05:00This is For HelenThis blog post is for <a href="http://growingcolour.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="Growing Colour Tyfu Lliu">Helen</a>. She was wondering why I havn't been blogging lately and asked <a href="http://my5acredream.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="5 Acres & A Dream">Mom</a> about it. Mom should fess up that she hasn't been letting me blog as I should because she's been too preoccupied. I'm a Cat after all and therefore have many important things to say.<br /><br />This is what I've been busy doing lately....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S13yb_sU_LI/AAAAAAAABTQ/rJz_uG4QW6U/s1600-h/Rascal_snooze.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S13yb_sU_LI/AAAAAAAABTQ/rJz_uG4QW6U/s400/Rascal_snooze.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430763288446434482" border="0" /></a>Mostly because it's either been too cold or too rainy for a Cat to do much outside. Even so I've been keeping an eye on the brush piles and have caught a mouse. This pleased Mom and Dad tremendously.<br /><br />Now that Mom is on notice for neglecting my blog, you'll be hearing more from me. Very soon.Rascalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438615206997507741noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29657139.post-12358555683598125942010-01-11T09:11:00.000-05:002010-01-11T09:12:23.518-05:00Hi Mom<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S0sxntko35I/AAAAAAAABTI/FZFNsoCZnno/s1600-h/hi_mom1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S0sxntko35I/AAAAAAAABTI/FZFNsoCZnno/s400/hi_mom1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425484734415822738" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S0sxnceWj6I/AAAAAAAABTA/6-6RMn4GIa8/s1600-h/hi_mom2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 341px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S0sxnceWj6I/AAAAAAAABTA/6-6RMn4GIa8/s400/hi_mom2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425484729826054050" border="0" /></a>Rascalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438615206997507741noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29657139.post-13301406314169215122010-01-03T14:12:00.000-05:002010-01-03T14:13:39.354-05:00Purrfect Fit<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S0DsMFooC8I/AAAAAAAABS4/danspa1IPO8/s1600-h/perfect_fit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/S0DsMFooC8I/AAAAAAAABS4/danspa1IPO8/s400/perfect_fit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422593643769236418" border="0" /></a>What else is there for a Cat do on Sunday?<br /></div>Rascalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438615206997507741noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29657139.post-81701969329510657312009-12-31T15:16:00.002-05:002009-12-31T15:21:58.186-05:00Bestest Christmas Purresent<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/Sz0HdgEHQ8I/AAAAAAAABSw/mwBKRxKKHo4/s1600-h/bestest_treats.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/Sz0HdgEHQ8I/AAAAAAAABSw/mwBKRxKKHo4/s400/bestest_treats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421497729828733890" border="0" /></a>These are the bestest kitty treats ever!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/Sz0G_iTfQwI/AAAAAAAABSo/5NH0lgprhzM/s1600-h/bestest_treats2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/Sz0G_iTfQwI/AAAAAAAABSo/5NH0lgprhzM/s400/bestest_treats2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421497215034016514" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/Sz0G_Tlg5ZI/AAAAAAAABSg/KL-D7sc-p5A/s1600-h/bestest_treats4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/Sz0G_Tlg5ZI/AAAAAAAABSg/KL-D7sc-p5A/s400/bestest_treats4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421497211083089298" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/Sz0G_XinV7I/AAAAAAAABSY/RxK2sKRO8dU/s1600-h/bestest_treats5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/Sz0G_XinV7I/AAAAAAAABSY/RxK2sKRO8dU/s400/bestest_treats5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421497212144670642" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/Sz0G_M2zKLI/AAAAAAAABSQ/j8E885jUtsA/s1600-h/bestest_treats6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/Sz0G_M2zKLI/AAAAAAAABSQ/j8E885jUtsA/s400/bestest_treats6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421497209276541106" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/Sz0G-38j4eI/AAAAAAAABSI/RksLbAQfGyo/s1600-h/bestest_treats3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/Sz0G-38j4eI/AAAAAAAABSI/RksLbAQfGyo/s400/bestest_treats3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421497203663561186" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">What was your bestest Christmas purresent?<br /></div>Rascalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438615206997507741noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29657139.post-56765984557242794822009-12-24T06:50:00.004-05:002009-12-24T06:53:54.410-05:00Purry Christmas<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/SzNVuI8byiI/AAAAAAAABSA/kLzWdZfxnDw/s1600-h/rascal_merry_christmas.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/SzNVuI8byiI/AAAAAAAABSA/kLzWdZfxnDw/s400/rascal_merry_christmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418769027820145186" border="0" /></a>May your tree water be tasty,<br />May your stocking be full of mousies,<br />May you have a warm hearth to Catnap by,<br />And may you have plenty of Nip Nog to toast in the season.<br /><br />Merry Christmas to my friends in<br />The Cat Blogosphere<br />... and beyond<br /></div>Rascalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438615206997507741noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29657139.post-45542107560091211202009-12-19T21:59:00.002-05:002009-12-19T22:03:12.439-05:00Rascal Is A Helper<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/Sy2TVFyTPyI/AAAAAAAABRw/E94wBm8LiVo/s1600-h/Im_helping2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 347px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/Sy2TVFyTPyI/AAAAAAAABRw/E94wBm8LiVo/s400/Im_helping2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417147917336264482" border="0" /></a>I'm helping Mom get ready for Christmas.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/Sy2TVfYTBaI/AAAAAAAABR4/3umJyubUzO8/s1600-h/Im_helping1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 395px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/Sy2TVfYTBaI/AAAAAAAABR4/3umJyubUzO8/s400/Im_helping1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417147924206519714" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/Sy2TUrSNVGI/AAAAAAAABRo/72B5fLFKsXc/s1600-h/Im_helping3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/Sy2TUrSNVGI/AAAAAAAABRo/72B5fLFKsXc/s400/Im_helping3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417147910222337122" border="0" /></a>I'm done.<br /></div>Rascalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438615206997507741noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29657139.post-52993770432533956392009-12-10T08:26:00.000-05:002009-12-10T08:27:34.540-05:00Floor's Cold<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/SyD3DCBvTZI/AAAAAAAABRg/zuVBcDluLls/s1600-h/floorscold.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMTSQ3byq1o/SyD3DCBvTZI/AAAAAAAABRg/zuVBcDluLls/s400/floorscold.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413598383555169682" border="0" /></a>This isn't.<br /><br />How's winter going at your house?<br /></div>Rascalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08438615206997507741noreply@blogger.com6