tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169064482024-03-23T13:24:25.861-05:00Mattingly & HarlieMattinglyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11469552173299526446noreply@blogger.comBlogger137125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16906448.post-73312409923268384322010-04-10T23:54:00.005-05:002010-04-11T13:43:50.666-05:00A questionHi Kitty Friends! You haven't heard from me in a long time!<br /><br />We are slowly getting back into blogging. I haven't been on the computer much... it's such a big house we live in now, especially compared to the NYC apartments we lived in before. Before we get back to sharing our stories, we are looking to get recommendations for some kitty furniture. Mom and Dad want to purchase us some window perches and some sort of tall climbing tree. What do you kitties have that you love and would like to recommend? We're happy to buy home-made stuff too... not just stuff from the big pet department stores.<br /><br />I will post a new picture of me soon, but I thought in the meantime it would be nice to show how much the girl has changed since we last posted about her. Here she is trying to share a sticker with Harlie... but Harlie didn't have much use for it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xm5sorbx9Xc/S8FWwzVW9FI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Gpvjibab5bA/s1600/HarlieSticker.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xm5sorbx9Xc/S8FWwzVW9FI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Gpvjibab5bA/s320/HarlieSticker.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458739619763254354" border="0" /></a><br />Stay tuned... there's more to come! And thanks for your suggestions!<br /><br />Purrs,<br />Mattingly<br /><br />Edited to Add: I didn't mean to imply that we don't want things from big department stores... just that we're open to lots of ideas... even DIY projects (well, you know, the beans will do it!).<br /><br />Mom is realizing how many green papers the big fancy ones are and is changing her mind about what to get us... :o) Thanks for your help!Mattinglyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11469552173299526446noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16906448.post-51693195058168422912010-03-24T15:27:00.003-05:002010-03-24T15:34:44.926-05:00Good Luck Poornima!First, I want to say that we are alive and well and very sorry for not updating for so long. We have many good reasons and a bunch that aren't so good, but we'll get to all of that later.<br /><br />First, let's remind you where we left off... we moved to Upstate New York last June from New York City. This used to be our window view.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ykx8yyVie4Q/S6p11BEYGyI/AAAAAAAAACU/hMCDjxOfif4/s1600/612.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ykx8yyVie4Q/S6p11BEYGyI/AAAAAAAAACU/hMCDjxOfif4/s320/612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452299852565715746" border="0" /></a><br />Now this is our view...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ykx8yyVie4Q/S6p11gxnQvI/AAAAAAAAACk/qcq94s1w0BM/s1600/770.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ykx8yyVie4Q/S6p11gxnQvI/AAAAAAAAACk/qcq94s1w0BM/s320/770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452299861076951794" border="0" /></a>And even indoors there is so much space. That's what happens when you move into a HOUSE.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ykx8yyVie4Q/S6p11cKXOfI/AAAAAAAAACc/4jU5oOwbH1Q/s1600/737.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ykx8yyVie4Q/S6p11cKXOfI/AAAAAAAAACc/4jU5oOwbH1Q/s320/737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452299859838581234" border="0" /></a>I wish I could say everything has been smooth since we've been here, but we certainly have plenty of stories to tell. <br /><br />In the meantime, Mattingly and I want to wish our friend Poornima a lot of luck on her new life adventures. We've never met her personally (not even Mom has met her!), but she's a big fan of ours, so we wanted to send her hugs and purrs. We hope that she'll be able to check up on us in the future... we promise to update more Poornima!<br /><br />For the rest of you in the blogosphere... we'll be around again to fill you in on our adventures!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ykx8yyVie4Q/S6p11BEYGyI/AAAAAAAAACU/hMCDjxOfif4/s1600/612.JPG"><br /></a>Harliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476108662337094013noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16906448.post-63265084522583320932009-06-17T16:40:00.002-05:002009-06-17T16:50:13.723-05:00The Four Letter M-WordHello Blogosphere!<br /><br />Thank you so much for all the birthday wishes. I was really touched. We didn't do much for my birthday this year, but I've been promised a big party next year for when I turn 5!<br /><br />We've been very distracted lately as Harlie and I get ready to embark on a very big adventure... though we're not looking forward to it that much. We are moving! We moved once a little over two years ago, but this is a very big, very serious move. We are moving out of New York City, and we are moving into a HOUSE! Our very own house! Mom says there will be more windows than we can count, and there will also be stairs! We've never seen stairs before!<br /><br />The move will take place this weekend. We are very worried because we will have to be in the car for about 5 hours, and neither Harlie or I have ever been in a car that long. The drive is really a little more than 4 hours, but since we will be traveling with the Girl, we will have to stop at least once. Our carriers are out and lined with fresh towels. We know that Mom and Dad will be with us and they won't ever let anything harm us, but we are still nervous. Fortunately, Harlie's cat bed will be coming with us, and so will my recliner (both shown below), so we know we will have someplace to sleep. Mom promises lots of updates when we get up there because there will be so much to show you all and tell you about. New smells, new sights, new sounds... and lots of snow in the winter (we are moving to Syracuse!).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xm5sorbx9Xc/SjljAOXA6aI/AAAAAAAAADs/EuMtdUXVvH8/s1600-h/AllAbby-2+631.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xm5sorbx9Xc/SjljAOXA6aI/AAAAAAAAADs/EuMtdUXVvH8/s320/AllAbby-2+631.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348414887984949666" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xm5sorbx9Xc/Sjli_604rDI/AAAAAAAAADk/G832oS8JXZI/s1600-h/AllAbby-2+375.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xm5sorbx9Xc/Sjli_604rDI/AAAAAAAAADk/G832oS8JXZI/s320/AllAbby-2+375.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348414882741529650" border="0" /></a><br />Wish us luck! We'll post when we get there with directions and we'll have a big housewarming party! We are thinking of you all, even though we don't blog much.<br /><br />Purrs,<br />Mattingly (and Harlie!)Mattinglyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11469552173299526446noreply@blogger.com56tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16906448.post-42833237073789910152009-04-01T13:55:00.003-05:002009-04-01T14:02:55.219-05:00Loving the Girl<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xm5sorbx9Xc/SdO41eKoIBI/AAAAAAAAADM/hkJu882KHTc/s1600-h/AllAbby-2+759.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xm5sorbx9Xc/SdO41eKoIBI/AAAAAAAAADM/hkJu882KHTc/s320/AllAbby-2+759.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319798813624901650" border="0" /></a>You can't hear me purring here, but perhaps you can see it.<br /><br /><br /></div>Mattinglyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11469552173299526446noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16906448.post-54925225421690501892009-03-27T07:44:00.005-05:002009-03-27T10:43:04.478-05:00My Birthday!<span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Thank you everyone for the wonderful birthday wishes! Max it was so sweet of you to remember! But I suppose I shouldn't expect anything less from such a courtly, gentleman cat!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">The day did not start out well. Mom saw that we were low on crunchies over the weekend so she went to the store. On Monday morning, my actual birthday, she went to fill our bowls only to find that he accidentally bought... DOG FOOD! What??? How could she make that mistake?? So we had wet food for breakfast, which for most cats would be great, but I don't really like wet food that much, and I had to meow all morning for my crunchies. Then Mom went to work and didn't even spend the day with me. And I should point out that I got locked out of Mom and Dad's bedroom for simply going in and announcing my birthday. I know it was 4 am, but I was excited, and I DID wait FOUR hours before going in to play.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">So my day started out lonely, crunchy-less, and Mom-less. But then I got my cake from Max and all your well-wishes and that was wonderful. Then Mom felt so horrible about the lack of crunchies that she put a handful of Temptayshuns... in. my. bowl. So that was pretty good. Then she busted out the nip for Nip Fest for me. We got this scratcher for Christmas, so it's not new for my birthday, but the fun was new. And we ended the day cuddling on the couch. So all in all, turning 3 wasn't so bad. Here's some pics of the NipFest!</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ykx8yyVie4Q/Sczx4oO3AdI/AAAAAAAAACE/43PXmk3F4TM/s1600-h/AllAbby-2+157.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ykx8yyVie4Q/Sczx4oO3AdI/AAAAAAAAACE/43PXmk3F4TM/s320/AllAbby-2+157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317891215192424914" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ykx8yyVie4Q/Sczx4dsSvkI/AAAAAAAAAB8/jlnZClq2924/s1600-h/AllAbby-2+155.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ykx8yyVie4Q/Sczx4dsSvkI/AAAAAAAAAB8/jlnZClq2924/s320/AllAbby-2+155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317891212363087426" border="0" /></a><a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ykx8yyVie4Q/Sczx4syVpuI/AAAAAAAAACM/SXsay0VWd-I/s1600-h/AllAbby-2+160.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ykx8yyVie4Q/Sczx4syVpuI/AAAAAAAAACM/SXsay0VWd-I/s320/AllAbby-2+160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317891216414975714" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Thanks to everyone for your help in making it a good day after all!</span>Harliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476108662337094013noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16906448.post-30727950393453909562009-02-20T20:13:00.002-05:002009-02-20T20:21:08.200-05:00Daddy's Furry Girl<span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">I've always been partial to Dad. It's true that when I was a baby and had to be kept separate from Mattingly, it was Mom who slept with me in the spare room every night so I wouldn't be alone. All other duties Mom and Dad split evenly when it comes to taking care of Mattingly and Me, but I am just Dad's cat. Maybe it's because he picked me. There were a few other kittens in my litter, but Dad chose me. I'll never forget that, and I guess that's why he's my go-to guy.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">When Mom had our Girl in her belly, I was Mom's kitty for awhile. I loved snuggling with that belly, and Mom was pleased that for once I would choose her. They used to say I was trying to help her hatch a baby because I was always on her belly. But once Girl arrived, Mom's lap was always full and I had no problem going back to being Dad's cat, almost exclusively. The second he sits down anywhere in the house, I'm right there to be on him. Here are a few pictures of what I've been up to the past few months...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Watching TV with Dad:</span><br /><a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ykx8yyVie4Q/SZ9VXJIIDjI/AAAAAAAAABs/fqk20tu6i0k/s1600-h/AllAbby+734.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ykx8yyVie4Q/SZ9VXJIIDjI/AAAAAAAAABs/fqk20tu6i0k/s320/AllAbby+734.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305052742141087282" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Helping Dad play Guitar Hero:</span><br /><a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ykx8yyVie4Q/SZ9VXADiGsI/AAAAAAAAABk/G4VlFREs_es/s1600-h/AllAbby+335.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ykx8yyVie4Q/SZ9VXADiGsI/AAAAAAAAABk/G4VlFREs_es/s320/AllAbby+335.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305052739705903810" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">And when I have to give up the lap to Girl (because really, she's ok), I find a way to still be snuggly:</span><br /><a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ykx8yyVie4Q/SZ9VXMm4mYI/AAAAAAAAABc/cqKt61EbBW8/s1600-h/12Jan09+022.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ykx8yyVie4Q/SZ9VXMm4mYI/AAAAAAAAABc/cqKt61EbBW8/s320/12Jan09+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305052743075404162" border="0" /></a>Harliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476108662337094013noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16906448.post-79066447616767459812009-02-15T23:20:00.005-05:002009-02-16T09:44:16.479-05:00Happy Valentines Day! (Belated)We've been away for far too long, and there is no good excuse really, so I won't offer one... except for the usual, it's Mom's fault, not ours that we haven't been blogging.<br /><br />First and most importantly, Harlie and I have some very special wishes to send out. We missed Christmas/Chanukkah, New Year, and Chinese New Year, but we will not miss Valentine's Day! Ok... we did miss it, but we're going to fix it quick.<br /><br />First, to my lovely Tipper, I give these roses, and hope she can forgive me for being silent for so long. Though we've been sneaking little visits to each other, it's been some time since I declared my feelings for her openly, so Tipper, these roses are for you:<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xm5sorbx9Xc/SZl7rxDs2eI/AAAAAAAAACw/7pp64sF6GGg/s1600-h/Resize+of+24+red+roses+medium+stems.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xm5sorbx9Xc/SZl7rxDs2eI/AAAAAAAAACw/7pp64sF6GGg/s320/Resize+of+24+red+roses+medium+stems.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303406028038920674" border="0" /></a><br />Harlie sends this box of catnip treats to her special guy, Max. She would be here to write her own Valentine's wishes to him, but she is on a very important bug hunt in the kitchen. I told her I'm sure Max understands. We have a lot of new important duties with the blurpy girl around. Anyway, here is her gift to Max:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mackenzieschocolates.com/images/products/valentines/V1058/large_red_heart_box_closed-md.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 175px;" src="http://www.mackenzieschocolates.com/images/products/valentines/V1058/large_red_heart_box_closed-md.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />We actually have several stories to share... some good, some bad, some harrowing, but for now we will just pass along a few pictures and begin the story telling next time. I did mention that we have new duties now though, and one of them is talking with our girl. We can just call her Girl. Here we are having a chat on the bed last month:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xm5sorbx9Xc/SZjr0mBDONI/AAAAAAAAACY/b-Qq845tQh4/s1600-h/n692654405_1158379_7786.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xm5sorbx9Xc/SZjr0mBDONI/AAAAAAAAACY/b-Qq845tQh4/s320/n692654405_1158379_7786.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303247850019436754" border="0" /></a>And here is Harlie trying to teach her how to roll over. Harlie is an excellent teacher and coach for these types of things.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xm5sorbx9Xc/SZjr0lSpvxI/AAAAAAAAACg/pcchz111ofU/s1600-h/n692654405_1158469_8398.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xm5sorbx9Xc/SZjr0lSpvxI/AAAAAAAAACg/pcchz111ofU/s320/n692654405_1158469_8398.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303247849824829202" border="0" /></a>And here is a picture from yesterday. Mom and Dad are real proud of this one. Apparently this is a big deal. It seems blurps aren't born knowing how to sit up and they have to learn it. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xm5sorbx9Xc/SZjseRxUnzI/AAAAAAAAACo/H3oRgmsWLLU/s1600-h/14Feb09+009s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xm5sorbx9Xc/SZjseRxUnzI/AAAAAAAAACo/H3oRgmsWLLU/s320/14Feb09+009s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303248566139264818" border="0" /></a><br />So that's all we have for now. But we'll be back in a couple of days with more. Purrs and lots of love to all our kitty friends!Mattinglyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11469552173299526446noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16906448.post-55865216264477655692008-09-21T13:03:00.003-05:002008-09-21T16:28:21.639-05:00Very slow response!Hi Everyone!<br /><br />Sorry to keep you waiting for so long. The stork brought our blurpy girl on Friday, Sept. 5th, but the stork didn't bring her to the house. Mom and Dad had to go get her. It was kind of rough because Mom was gone for days and we missed her so much. Fortunately, we had the grandmas here to keep us company while she was gone. Then one day Mom came home, but there was no blurpy girl! It turns out she's ok though. Something happened and she was very yellow and had to stay more time in the hospital (2 extra days). They let mom stay the first extra day, but not the second. Oh, and Mom says the yellow was caused by a very big bruise on the baby's head from a long and sort of difficult birth. But everyone is ok now and we've all been home together since the 9th.<br /><br />The grandmas stayed for awhile after that and then they left and we've been trying to settle into a routine. Mom has been terrible about helping us blog, but we are forgiving her because it seems all she does is feed the blurpy girl (they had some trouble with that at first too, but it's worked out now), try to sleep, and try to sneak in loving with us when she can. There was one point where she didn't even shower for days! So we are forgiving her.<br /><br />Harlie had a tough adjustment at first. I moved right into my role of big brother and like to check on the baby when she's sleeping (but I know not to get in the cradle with her!) and sit next to Mom on the arm of the couch when it's feeding time, but Harlie was upset at first and wouldn't go near the baby or Mom and just kept close to Dad and the Grandmas. But within a few days, everything was back to normal, and she's back to sleeping on Mom at night, which she hasn't been able to do since before Mom got huge, and she seems to like the smell of the baby now.<br /><br />It will still probably be a few days before we can come around and visit other blogs, but we wanted to make sure to finally update. Sorry it took us so long, but if we can be patient with Mom, hopefully you can too! So without further ado... here are some pictures!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Abigail Elizabeth<br />Born September 5, 2008<br />8 pounds, 3oz, 20 inches long<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/Aug%209%20135.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/Aug%209%20135.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Here's Harlie getting her first look. Moments later her tail was puffed up and she went under the bed. It's hard to tell here, but there is a kitty face embroidered on the baby's hat!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/Sept14%20021.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/Sept14%20021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Here she is with our Dad. There are kitties and bunnies on her shirt.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/Sept21%20047.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/Sept21%20047.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Here she is strengthening her neck and back muscles!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/Sept21%20001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/Sept21%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Here she is wearing another kitty shirt!<br /><br />Hopefully we'll be around more soon! Lots of purrs and love to all of you in the blogosphere!<br /><br />Purrs,<br />MattinglyMattinglyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11469552173299526446noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16906448.post-19155421580646477862008-09-02T09:37:00.005-05:002008-09-02T09:49:41.875-05:00Lots of WaitingWell, our blurpy baby girl is late. Mom and Dad have thought she was on her way here a few times, but they were false alarms. Mom is spending her days working on the computer and waiting and every day Mom and Dad go out and do something in the hopes they can make the thing come. There's also a lot of waiting involved for our <a href="http://mattinglycat.blogspot.com/2008/08/outdoor-kitty-friend.html">outdoor kitty friend</a>. Mom and Dad spotted her last week on their way home from the store one night, and Mom stayed outside with her, but she was scared off before Dad could make it back downstairs with some food and the carrier. Mom came upstairs with leaky eyes because she said the kitty didn't look as good as other times they had seen her. Nocat has eaten the food they've been putting out for several days now. For awhile, the food was being eaten by somecat. They couldn't be sure it was her, but at least there was hope as long as it was disappearing, but now it's been almost a week since the food was eaten. We won't give up hope though.<br /><br />In the meantime, there is all this great baby stuff around the house that we would like to explore and sleep in, but we are not allowed. I made it into one of the beds once, but right after that, things got sticky, and nothing associated with this baby seems to be comfortable. <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">(NOTE FROM MOM: We put contact paper upside down in the cradle, pack 'n play, and on the changing table. It is kind of mean, but very effective!)</span></span><br /><br />So what are Harlie and I doing to keep busy with all the waiting? Well, I'm spending as much quality time with Dad as I can, since soon he will probably be pretty distracted:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/24Jun08%20056.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/24Jun08%20056.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Harlie is enjoying the new bed they got just for us, but that she took over almost exclusively:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/15Jul08%20005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/15Jul08%20005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I prefer to keep napping on Mom's slippers. I love these slippers.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/24Jun08%20009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/24Jun08%20009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Hopefully we'll have some good news to report soon!Mattinglyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11469552173299526446noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16906448.post-17926880203310749452008-08-26T09:05:00.005-05:002008-08-26T09:53:44.157-05:00Generous Gifts<span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Last week, we all received a very lovely package from our dear friends </span><a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://crewsviews.blogspot.com/">The Crew</a><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">. Mattingly and I knew it was coming because they emailed us ahead of time, but it was a complete surprise to Mom and Dad. They were very tickled. The box was full of stuff for our new baby bean girl who is due to arrive any day now. Mattingly was first to check out the bibs and clothes...</span><br /><a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/21Aug08%20088.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/21Aug08%20088.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>.<span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">..while I looked at the books. At first I wasn't to thrilled about a book with a dog on the cover, but there was a kitty inside, so it was ok.</span><br /><a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/21Aug08%20096.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/21Aug08%20096.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Then I wanted to check out the bibs and clothes for myself...</span><br /><a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/21Aug08%20097.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/21Aug08%20097.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">I asked Mom if she thought a bib might look nice on me since they were pink and girly and I'm a girl! Maybe Max would think I would look pretty, and I've never tried on fashions before like some of the kitties I admire, </span><a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://daisythecurlycat.blogspot.com/">Daisy</a><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> and </span><a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://lillyandiristellall.blogspot.com/">Lilly Lu</a><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">.</span><a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/21Aug08%20098.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/21Aug08%20098.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">It turns out wearing a bib wasn't all I thought it would be and I don't think I'll be wearing any fashions again.</span><br /><a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/21Aug08%201041.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/21Aug08%201041.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Also in the box was a package of some nice smelling bath stuff for Mom to pamper herself with. It was wrapped in plastic, so of course I had to try to eat some of it. I love plastic.</span><a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/21Aug08%201031.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/21Aug08%201031.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">But by far, the best gift of all was the box that everything came in. It's always the best part.</span><a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/HarlieMattinglyBox.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/HarlieMattinglyBox.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/21Aug08%20111.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/21Aug08%20111.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Thank you so much Crew! It was so furry sweet of you to think of our family and get our baby blurpy girl some gifts. Now we just have to get her here so she can wear them! Mom and Dad are getting pretty impatient at this point. We'll be sure to keep you posted!</span>Harliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476108662337094013noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16906448.post-8240593079046494332008-08-18T12:20:00.002-05:002008-08-18T12:23:56.317-05:00Keeping a lookout<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/25May08%20035.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/25May08%20035.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />We've been watching out for the <a href="http://mattinglycat.blogspot.com/2008/08/outdoor-kitty-friend.html">outdoor kitty</a>. Mom and Dad have been putting out food every night. It seems like she ate it the first few nights, but then we had some big rain storms, and she doesn't seem to have come back since. They were able to borrow another trap from Dad's co-worker though, so they are going to try that. We'll keep you posted on how that goes!Mattinglyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11469552173299526446noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16906448.post-35784436193330831682008-08-16T08:52:00.003-05:002008-08-16T08:53:51.919-05:00RememberingWe have been thinking so much about Sprout and her family these past few days, and will continue to pray and purr for them today. We'll be back blogging about other things after tomorrow.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xm5sorbx9Xc/SKbb4xMjbnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/TL8ZZ5IoUtw/s1600-h/Sprout-Candles.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xm5sorbx9Xc/SKbb4xMjbnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/TL8ZZ5IoUtw/s320/Sprout-Candles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235113385189928562" border="0" /></a>Mattinglyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11469552173299526446noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16906448.post-15497535203874768712008-08-12T12:55:00.005-05:002008-08-12T13:00:04.665-05:00We're speechless...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blog.catblogosphere.com/wp-content/uploads/Violette_Noelle_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.blog.catblogosphere.com/wp-content/uploads/Violette_Noelle_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>... and sending all our purrs and prayers.Mattinglyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11469552173299526446noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16906448.post-11267895679032434482008-08-12T08:32:00.002-05:002008-08-12T10:21:12.270-05:00Outdoor kitty friend**This post is written by Mom**<br /><br />Hi everyone. Thanks for the well-wishes. No baby bean here yet... should be only 2 or 3 weeks now!<br /><br />You may remember that I was trying to catch a stray/feral kitty over the winter. I posted about it<a href="http://mattinglycat.blogspot.com/2008/02/advice-about-strayferal-tuxedo-girl.html"> here</a> and <a href="http://mattinglycat.blogspot.com/2008/02/strayferal-update.html">here</a>. Well, after those posts and the day I fed her on the sidewalk, I didn't see her again for months. For several weeks I kept putting out the trap I had borrowed, and I took lots of walks looking for her, and all winter I carried a can of food in my coat pocket, but I never saw her again. Eventually, the lady I borrowed the trap from needed it back, so I returned it and just prayed that my sweet little tuxie girl found a safe place to make it through the winter.<br /><br />Then, about two months ago, my husband reported sighting her while he was walking to our building after a late shift. It was dark and she was farther down the block so he couldn't give me any details about how she looked, but he could tell it was her from her limp. I was so happy to hear that she was alive and survived the winter! I meant to blog about it then, but I forgot. <br /><br />Two nights ago, my husband was coming home after a late shift again (it was about 1am) and he called me from outside our building to tell me she was hiding under a car. So I threw on some clothes and grabbed a can of food and ran downstairs. I was able to coax her out with the food and get her on the sidewalk. She looked ok, a little scruffy and dirty, but here eyes were clear. She wouldn't let us get too close, but I again had the impression that she is used to being fed by people. Her ears perked and her head turned as soon as I popped the top on the can. She knows that sound! She was moving quickly through the food so my husband ran upstairs and got one of our carriers just in case and another can. At one point we had her half in the carrier eating out of a can of food! I thought we were going to catch her! But I think we were too ambitious and we spooked her. She ran in the bushes and wouldn't come out again for us. We were both heartbroken, but at that point she had eaten 1.5 cans of food, so we just couldn't lure her back out. I left the remaining half a can for her and went in to bed (it was almost 2am at that point).<br /><br />Yesterday I retrieved the can from the bushes and the rest of the food was gone so I hope she ate it. Last night I put out another can in the same spot... secluded in the bushes where she had gone to hide and feel safe. This morning the can was nearly empty! We don't have a trap and she's so spooked I'm not sure I want to go that route right now anyway. Our plan is to put food out every night and get her used to coming to the same place, and then maybe try to trap her in a few weeks. Though, of course we are going to be very busy in a few weeks. We won't give up on her though! It's so tough because there are so many dogs and people around all the time. I have no way of knowing if it's her that ate the food, but I can't sit outside every night at 1am, especially in my current condition! And I'm worried that we blew it by spooking her.<br /><br />For those with experience, does this seem like a good plan? I want to catch her, but I don't have quite the same sense of urgency I had in the winter. It's apparent that she can survive and take care of herself. She's fast, even on her limpy leg. She obviously found a place to get through the cold nights and winter storms. She's not nearly as filled out as Mattingly or Harlie, but neither is she scrawny. And it does seem that she has some experience being fed by people, so I think someone somewhere has their eye on her. I want her off the street, so I'm going to keep trying, but I also know these things take time. I read many stories when I was trying to catch her the first time, and I know sometimes it can take months to build up relationships and get them trapped. So I'm going to try to be patient. Again though, I welcome any advice!<br /><br />Thanks for making it through this extremely long post! Mattingly and Harlie have a new one coming up later this week... I promise!Mattinglyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11469552173299526446noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16906448.post-77523414356122263472008-07-26T09:32:00.004-05:002008-12-09T00:12:38.747-05:00Chubby LeeHi everyone,<br /><br />The reasons for our much less frequent posts will be given below, but first I need to talk about something upsetting. Harlie and I went to the vet on Thursday for physicals and shots. That is always a horrible experience, but this time it was even worse. It seems I have gained two pounds in the past year (Harlie gained one!). The vet said it was ok, but we definitely shouldn't gain any more than that. So since coming back from the vet, Mom has taken to calling me "Chubby Lee" and I don't think it's very nice. They don't call me Mattingly much anymore, but that's fine because they often call me Mr. Lee which I think is pretty respectful, so that's ok. But Chubby Lee is just mean. It's not that bad! See!?!?!?!?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/25May08%20007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/25May08%20007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>And I'm sorry, it's particularly rude because it's not like Mom is so fit and thin these days.<br />Take a look in the mirror lady!:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xm5sorbx9Xc/SIs2HC4y0II/AAAAAAAAABM/i_67wATslcc/s1600-h/Baby+Belly.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xm5sorbx9Xc/SIs2HC4y0II/AAAAAAAAABM/i_67wATslcc/s320/Baby+Belly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227331287155658882" border="0" /></a>That's right, in just a few weeks Harlie and I are getting a sister. Mom has been so stressed trying to finish her dissertation and get ready for fall teaching (since she will miss the first several weeks of the semester) that she hasn't been able to help us blog much. Plus for awhile there she kept sleeping all the time! Since she's been home for the summer, she's been hard at work, and has been sure to use her extra time to give us lots of love at attention, and to knit. She's been knitting like crazy, but she made us some cat toys too, so that's ok. This picture was taken a few weeks ago, so she's even bigger now!<br /><br />At first we were hoping for a kitty sister, but Mom assures us she'll be human. Stay tuned! Things are about to get crazy around here!Mattinglyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11469552173299526446noreply@blogger.com68tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16906448.post-30581536220855699552008-06-23T08:02:00.002-05:002008-06-23T08:08:37.096-05:00Behind again!<p class="MsoNormal">Since we've last blogged, we've missed both my birthday and Harlie's gotcha day. We've got a good excuse, which we'll post about soon. Unfortunately, Mom has lost the camera and can't upload the recent pictures. For now, Harlie wants to display the flowers that Max planted for her back on May 1st (which we just found out about today), and also, we thought we would just show some tummy shots to hold you over until our big update post. Purrs to you all!</p> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/sampf8a721151fed75ca.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/sampf8a721151fed75ca.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/large/24Mar08%20072.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/large/24Mar08%20072.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/large/24Mar08%20124.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/large/24Mar08%20124.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Mattinglyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11469552173299526446noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16906448.post-91618957488651014642008-04-18T09:56:00.003-05:002008-04-18T10:05:55.276-05:00Frustrated on Friday<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >Hi kitties. I would like to share a story with you. I know that Mom and Dad love Mattingly and I very much, but sometimes I don't think we get all the respect we deserve. I'm going to give you an example below.<br /><br />One morning I was sleeping peacefully on the bed:</span><br /><a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/large/4Apr08%20003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/large/4Apr08%20003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">This is a very comfortable sleeping position and I sleep like this a lot. But I should know better... because it is very easy to get disturbed in this situation. And sure enough, Dad saw me, and even though he was getting ready for work, went and got the camera.</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/large/4Apr08%20005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/large/4Apr08%20005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">The flash and the camera noise bothered me so I covered my eyes and asked him to leave me alone. But he couldn't help himself and had to rub my tummy. So I was awake and irritated, as you can see in the picture below.</span><br /><a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/large/4Apr08%20008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/large/4Apr08%20008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Dad finally left me alone and went off to get ready for work and I went back to sleep, but before I knew it, he was back in the bedroom to put on his socks. And where did he sit? But almost right on top of me!!!</span><a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/large/4Apr08%20006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/large/4Apr08%20006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">I glared really hard into his back to see if he would get the hint and move, but he didn't right away.</span><a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/large/4Apr08%20007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/large/4Apr08%20007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Eventually he did leave and go to work... but by that point I had given up on the bed and was off to the living room somewhere. Does this ever happen to you? The beans can have the bed at night, but during the day it belongs to the kitties. When will they learn? I wish I could say this was the first time it happened, but things like this happen all the time. I suppose it's a small price to pay for the food, and shelter, and toys, and all the love we get. But still... we are cats... we deserve respect!</span>Harliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476108662337094013noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16906448.post-67834624685772662662008-04-14T11:38:00.002-05:002008-04-15T08:33:04.084-05:00Toesday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/12Apr08%20018.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/12Apr08%20018.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/12Apr08%20026.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/12Apr08%20026.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Here are some leftover shots from the photoshoot I showed yesterday. They are appropriate for Toesday!Mattinglyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11469552173299526446noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16906448.post-66590580556161499192008-04-14T11:31:00.003-05:002008-04-14T11:38:29.997-05:00Photo ShootSo I'm certainly not on par with such accomplished cat models as <a href="http://daisythecurlycat.blogspot.com/">Daisy</a> and <a href="http://skeezixsscratchingpost.blogspot.com/">Skeezix</a>, but I was inspired to do a bit of modeling of my own after our TV seemed to run old episodes of America's Next Top Model almost continuously this past weekend. For some reason, my Mom is hiding her head in shame. Anyway, since we are so relieved to hear the good news about Lilly Lu, Mu Shue and Iris, I thought I would step out of my comfort zone a bit and show you how I let loose on the bed and let mom do a photo shoot. Enjoy!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/12Apr08%20014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/12Apr08%20014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/12Apr08%20015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/12Apr08%20015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/12Apr08%20016.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/12Apr08%20016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Does this still qualify for Mancat Monday? I'm not so sure.Mattinglyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11469552173299526446noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16906448.post-35959583842291093882008-04-12T21:19:00.002-05:002008-04-12T21:23:16.843-05:00Praying so hardWe had a fun post to put up tonight, but we aren't in the mood anymore after hearing about the News with MuShue, Lilly Lu, Iris, and their Momma. We've decided to just spend our energy on extra purrs and prayers for them. We can't even imagine what their Momma is feeling tonight, but we hope she can sense all the love and support.Mattinglyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11469552173299526446noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16906448.post-43443652046392505922008-04-09T19:33:00.002-05:002008-04-09T19:36:53.313-05:00Not very lady-like<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/24Mar08%2000223.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/24Mar08%2000223.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Here I am trying to look more refined and lady-like in my photos and Mom went and took a picture of my behind!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/24Mar08%200031.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/24Mar08%200031.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">That's not very polite at all. I'm appalled. Really.</span>Harliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476108662337094013noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16906448.post-63259976523430952452008-04-07T12:07:00.002-05:002008-04-07T12:09:16.572-05:00A Little Goofy on Monday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/24Mar08%20098.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/24Mar08%20098.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">I've been working on trying to look regal and pretty in my photos, the way a real ladycat should... but sometimes I just can't help being goofy.</span>Harliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476108662337094013noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16906448.post-42240365891112962242008-03-31T14:45:00.002-05:002008-03-31T14:50:00.307-05:00Sweet Dreamer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/Harlie%20Dreams.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/Harlie%20Dreams.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">It's a rainy day today, perfect for long naps and sweet, sweet dreams.</span>Harliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05476108662337094013noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16906448.post-59019713618161537082008-03-29T19:55:00.002-05:002008-03-29T20:09:40.072-05:00We miss everything...So FINALLY, Mom decides we should blog again. It's been weeks... almost two months, and so many things have happened. First off, Harlie and I need to apologize tremendously to our special kitties, Max and Tipper. They sent us valentines, but today is the first time we've checked our email in over two months!! So here are the very, very sweet valentines sent to us by two very, very sweet kitties...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/max%20valentine.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/max%20valentine.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/Tipper%20valentine.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/Tipper%20valentine.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>We send our deepest, most heartfelt apologies for missing such a special day and not even noticing that we had valentines until almost April!<br /><br />So what's been going on? Well for a few weeks Mom was spending all her free time in the daylight and evenings looking for that kitty she was writing about. She has not seen the kitty once since our last blog post. We had a few big snows, and Mom was out there frantic, but there's been no sign of her. Mom is sure to always carry a can of catfood in her jacket or her school bag just in case the pretty little tuxie girl pops up again. We borrowed a trap from a nice cat rescue lady, but after a month she needed it back. She said she will loan one to Mom pronto if she ever sees the kitty again. We are hoping that someone else found her and took her in and is loving her. We have to think that, otherwise Mom starts crying.<br /><br />What else has happened? Oh, Harlie turned 2 last Sunday! Thank goodness Catster sent Mom an email to remind her. Harlie got extra kisses, but that's about it. Everyone was working that day too. We need to thank <a href="http://smeagolstrider.blogspot.com/">Smeagol and Strider</a> for remembering Harlie's birthday and leaving a nice Birthday Wish for her in the comments. So many kitties have left us such nice comments in our last few posts. We need to get out there and comment back!<br /><br />Other than that, Mom and Dad have been busier than ever. Mostly work... Mom is teaching only three classes this semester instead of four, but using all the rest of that time to work on her dissertation that is still not finished (after more than a year of "writing"). But she MUST finish it this semester she says. We aren't sure why, but she said she'll tell us soon. In the meantime, Harlie and I are just doing our best to look regal.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/24Mar08%20004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/24Mar08%20004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/24Mar08%20112.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.imageevent.com/paolos/blogging3/websize/24Mar08%20112.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Purrs to you all!Mattinglyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11469552173299526446noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16906448.post-71095608935037494002008-02-09T10:32:00.000-05:002008-02-09T10:54:00.570-05:00Stray/Feral UpdateHi All,<br /><br />Thanks so much for your encouragement and suggestions. I haven't seen the kitty since I fed her on Thursday. I went out last night at the same time in the same spot with a bowl of food and a magazine. No sign of her after an hour. After that it was dark and cold so I walked around a bit and then just went inside (this would be so much easier if we just had our own property!). I've gone weeks without seeing her before, but then, I've never gone out specifically looking for her before this week. I've decided that I am just going to carry a can of food with me at all times so I can be prepared if I run into her unexpectedly again. And of course I'll keep going out in the evenings.<br /><br />To answer the questions about what I will do if I catch her, the answer is first to take her to the vet of course. I want her to be thoroughly checked out. I am now convinced that the leg is an old injury, so not as urgent as I was concerned about on Sunday night when I feared there might be an open wound or something. But still I want her to have all her shots, get the leg looked at and make sure she is healthy. The we will get her spayed if she hasn't been already. We have a two bedroom apartment, so we can keep her shut away from Mattingly and Harlie while she gets and rest and recuperates from any procedures. If she seems like she can be socialized, we'll work with her on that and then find her a good home. The rescue group offered to help with that. If she is truly feral and not a stray, the local rescue group said they would help us get her into a sanctuary for injured ferals. Unfortunately, we won't be able to keep her long term assuming she is totally healthy. As it is, we have two cats in an apartment that doesn't allow pets (though the landlord isn't a huge stickler about this). We'll keep her with us as long as necessary to get her completely healthy and into a safe home though.<br /><br />So my plan for today is to carry food with me when I go out for my walk and to the grocery, and also to see if I can track down the people who feed the cats in the neighborhood. She's going to be really hard to get into a routine of feeding with me since she already has another source of food somewhere else. If I can find the regular feeders, I'm hoping to be able to work with them on trying to get her. No matter what, I'll go out again tonight before dusk with food and my magazine (and a warmer jacket this time) and just keep hoping for the best. I have a feeling this is going to take some time!<br /><br />Thanks again for all the help and encouragement!<br /><br />Harlie and Mattingly's MomMattinglyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11469552173299526446noreply@blogger.com7