Growling, Spirits, an Urn and Two Mice by Furby

Growling, Spirits, an Urn and Two Mice by Furby

by Furby
(Hodges, SC, USA)

Me in my window

Me in my window

Me in my window My beautiful Lola Me in my cubbyhole I ALWAYS try to look guilty!

Hi everybody! It's Furby! I've been a bad kitty and haven't written in awhile so I have a LOT to catch up on. It's been a VERY busy (and strange) month for all of us. Let me start at the beginning.

You all know about how my earth daddy came from heaven and told me how to find mama. There's a little more to that story than I've told everybody.

When daddy was alive and sick he used to talk to mama about watching over her when he was gone. They made an agreement about how mama would know he was with her and protecting her. He had suggested finding pennies, but they had decided that would be too easy. A lot of people find pennies after losing someone and it's just not a good way to convince mama. She can be very cat-headed.

So they made the decision that he would turn over the penny jar in the living room. That would have worked except the penny jar they were talking about got moved to sissy Laura's room. Mama was also saving pennies in an urn that would have held daddy's ashes if he'd been cremated. They used to tease all of their friends about the urn. To make a long story short, mama said daddy's name out loud 3 weeks ago and the urn shattered into a dozen pieces right after she said it. I don't know if it broke mama's heart or scared her. That jar meant a lot to her. No one was near where it was sitting on the floor when it exploded. Mama kept the pieces because she wants to glue it back together.

A week before this mama had found 4 pennies in the sink in the spare bathroom. IMPOSSIBLE! She goes in there to fill the dog critters water bowl so that sink is checked every night.

So mama has been really nervous. Especially since someone pulled her hair the other night while she was sitting on the couch.

Last week me and my cat mama Lola caught TWO mice. Mama threw the first one away (it was dead) and sissy threw the second one away. It was alive! We weren't finished with it yet!!No fair!! I really feel like a cat now. Lola too. We're professional mousers now. Yay us!

Now on to the next thing. I can growl and Lola taught me how. She taught me this week. I don't know what she saw and NOBODY has EVER heard her growl. We were in the kitchen and she was looking at something and just started growling. So I started growling too. I didn't know I could do that! Growling is SO awesome. I can't wait to try it out on the dog critters. Especially if me and Lola could do it at the same time. I can already hiss and spit and make my fur stand on end and jump sideways. But growling is GREAT! I feel like a tiger now.

Mama made me a great treat last night. It had meat and eggs in it and mama gave me two whole spoonfuls. I guess that was my reward for making a new MOO-vie. Here I am.

Then I played in the window and mama took a picture of me there and she took a few of my cat mama Lola. I love Lola. I love mama and sissy and even the dog critters.

What can I say, I love everybody.

I'd better get off the puter now. Mama and Elisa have both been helping me with my new site at Friends of Furby (new window). I'm letting writers and photographers have their own pages to make it a really good pet site. Mama wants to change the look of the shelter pet. I think she's gonna have a TV lady write a story about that soon. I hope so. Shelter pets are beautiful. And mama is putting Elisa's story links on a page.

I just want to be famous. Maybe then somebody will buy me some catnip. Hint hint mama.

Someone needs to buy me my own puter too. I have claws so I can type. Speaking of claws, I'm the new spokescat on Facebook for Declawing Veterinarians Should Be Blacklisted. Check me out! Mama's getting a little upset with the new declawing procedure. It's laser surgery and the vets are talking like that's not bad. Take it from a cat with claws. WE NEED OUR CLAWS! End of discussion.

I hope everybody forgives me for not writing sooner. I can read but I can't hold a pen and puter time is hard to come by in this house.

I'm gonna go now. I have my own site on Facebook under Furby the Feral Feline and I want to get on there a few minutes before mama wakes up and makes me get off the puter.

Have a great week everybody!!

Furby

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Sep 08, 2010 Wonderful
by: Dee

Furby baby that was an absolutely wonderful story! Thank you!


Sep 08, 2010 LOVED your Writing
by: Jo Singer

I have an angel kitty named Mousie Tongue. He was my soul-mate for 8 years .. a life too short on this planet.

But he does come to visit me especially when I am down in the dumps. I see a flash of white light on the meditation room wall. Our other two cats are aware of his presence, but no one else but the three of us are able to see him.

Your writing is just wonderful.


Sep 08, 2010 No hatching
by: Furby

I didn't hatch from an egg. I think I fell from the sky. I'm a little angel. Barbara-are you OK? Didn't choke on that did you? Nite nite.


Sep 08, 2010 Growling, Spirits, and urn and Two Mice by Furby
by: BJ

Great story, I am glad I am not the only one that has a ghost in the house.

Sounds like you have something going on all the time, that is good, it should keep you out of trouble. I see that it just makes more trouble.

Cat nip isn't as good as you think, chicken is better. Maybe you will get some catnip for your birthday, when we figure when it really happened. You could have hatched out of an egg??

I love reading all about you, so keep me informed.



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