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Doc Echo's Update on Mommy

Meezerboy — Thu, 21 Aug 2008 14:29:08 GMT

Mommy Is Still My Payshunt!

I want to bring yoo up to dayt on what is goin on wif Mommy. As yoo may know, Mommy had her Mike Rowe illeostomy reversed on August 11. Thay made it so she dont poop in a baggie innymore. The docktors also fixed a big hernia and cut off a bunch of skin cuz it jes hangs around. Oh and she duzzint haff a belly button no morr. The operayshun took about 5 hours but shs did just fine and it wuzzint long beeforr she wuz poopin like she did beeforr. Daddy sez she gits Skeezy-type sqwirts ickcept Skeezy dont git kyoot nursis to kleen them up.

One problem has been nightly fevers. She gits infeckshuns reel eezy so the docktors are beeing vary kareful and checkin fur germz and doing lotsa tests. Thay did kleen out one icky thing Monday and thay think that fixed it up.

Mostly Mommy feelz good. Her tummy is hurty but she has good drugs that make her see spottid mousies. If all goes well she will come home to me this weekend.

Grammy and me do our deevoshuns evryday and then she gives me treets. Not Toona. Not Temptaysun, but SALMON! She gotta get me a new fether toy cuz we done shreddid it.

Tenny keeps gittin lockt in Grammys klosit becuz she likes rollin in the lawndree.

Me and Tenny miss Mommy lots and she misses us too. We tried to git Daddy to put sum new pitchurs in her pooter for our bloggy but he messed it all up. But now she has her pooter and will be reeding lotsa kitty blogs in he next few days. Mommy even gots sum cards and posies too.

Thanks again fur all yur purrayers!

Friday Confeshuns

Meezerboy — Thu, 14 Aug 2008 21:40:00 GMT

I'm a Bad Boy Too!

I know Tenny diddint meen to skratch Mommy a kupple weeks ago. I know cuz I diddint meen to skratch her neether but I did Sunday.

We wuz playin "Monster Under the Pilloe" an she had my pink mousie. It wuz vary icksiting and I the kompitishun wuz gittin feerse. I had to git the mousie! With my razor like claws I swiped hard at it and landid a vishus blow. Problim wuz it wuzzint the mousie it wuz Mommy. She yellt and pullt her hand bak and it wuz leeking bloods! I opened up a good haff inch on her liddle finger. But I diddint meen it!

But Mommy is a good sport. Grammy put a kupple cat bandaids on her hand and we wuz playin again!

Is that my tung stickin out?

One Word Wensday: Stowaways

Meezerboy — Tue, 12 Aug 2008 22:37:00 GMT

STOWAWAYS

One quick word from the Box Supervisor: I just wanted to update all you kitties out there on how Mommy is doing. She came through her surgery just fine, and is resting at the hospital. So far, everything is going very well. In fact, these two little stowaways haven't left her side since she got out of surgery. We all hope to have mommy home soon.

Tenny Toosday: Who Wants A Cuddle?

Meezerboy — Tue, 12 Aug 2008 06:07:00 GMT

Why dont one of yoo boys transport ofur and see me sumtime?

PeeEss, this is our 100th post on meezerboy.com

Mancat Monday: The Bloo Chare is for the MEN!

Meezerboy — Sun, 10 Aug 2008 21:36:14 GMT

Beeforr Mommy left for the hosspittul I had her autopost a few things. Her surjerry is today. If Daddy can, he will post an update latur. The autopostid things Mommy kin reed from her ottomattick adjustibul bed in the hosspittul. I hope she dont fold herself up in it like a big ole tockoh. Thank yoo fur all yur thots and purrayers. Thay meen a lot. Now, onto today's post. Whare wuz I? Oh, ya. The bloo chare!

This is my bloo chare. Its big and smooshy and rocks bak and forth when I jump on it. Its a chare for a mancat.

Its one of my favrite playcis to take a nap or just chillax.

If I heer sumthin in the outtadoors I can pop up to attenshun.

My chare is grate to play on and climb around and jump on.

Like I sed. The bloo chare is for the men of the house. When duz football seezun start?

Thursday Thirteen: A List for Grammy

Meezerboy — Wed, 06 Aug 2008 21:06:22 GMT

Dear Grammy,

Me and Tenny are reel icksited about yoo coming from Airyzona to take care of us wile Mommy is in the hosspittul gittin her guts fixed. (Her operayshun is Monday the 11th.) We know we is spoilt rotten littelschitts and with these thirteen reminders when Mommy comes home she will see nuthing haz changed.

1. The food bowl. In the sleepy room on the big windowsill is the bowl with our crunchies. Its reely nuthin fancy. The bowl sits on a woodin Gargoyle sunglassis bocks. Mommy red its better for kitties not to haff to bend ofur to eet. I haff tried eeting both ways and I find the standing up part to be a soopeereeur method of stuffing my fayce.

See behind the bowl? I put crunchies bak thare jes in case we haff a problim with the bowl. We kood nock it ofur or, bast forbid, it kood go emptee! I'm big into emerjincee preparidniss.

Me and Tenny haff crunchies out all the time and we eet when we want. We dont like when the bowl is emptee. (What kitty duz?) Heer is sum pitchurs to illastrate whut our bowl shood look like.

2.   The food pale.

Heer is whare our crunchies stay til its time to be eeten. Thare is a purpil scoop inside the buckit. Mommy uses it to put the food in our bowl.

I know the pale sez Science Diet, but thats not whut is in it. We eet Wellness Adult Complete Hellth Chick-Hen. Its sum pritty tasty chow. Yoo can git more of it at Cat Connection in Dallas. Daddy kin drive the Shevvie thare. Daddy thinks we shood mix it with Science Diet but Mommy sez it haz too many grains.   When yoo see how fit and hellthee we are yoo will see its a good way to eet.

And as further proof of how good we got it, notise that the buckit makes a handy step to git on the window.

3. Ants. A kupple weeks ago we had a squillion ants invade a bowl of stinky goodniss on the flore. Yoo wooda screemed if yoo saw it.

We hid in the bedroom wile Daddy did stuff to make them all go ded.   But we haff still seen a kupple. So until we know the ants are ded ded ded its best to give us our stinky goodniss on the kitchin tabil. The ants aint found the crunchies in the sleepy room yet.

4. Litter bocks. Wood yoo beeleeve Daddy kleened all three of our bocks the other day? He threw out all the litter and washed the bocks and put all fresh litter in. Its a pleshure to poop in them now. I am shure yoo will find it a pleshure to kleen them.

5. Deevoshuns. I wood be happy to reed deevoshuns with yoo again Grammy. But as yoo know, Tenny is a heethen cat. So wile we are havvin our kwiet time of refleckshun, purrayer and deevoshuns Tenny will sakrifise a spicey micey.

6. Toona. Tenny and I will only eet toona at surrtin times of the day. And all those times end with the word "oh clock". On this rool we will not neggosheeate!

7. New Stinky Goodniss Bowl. This awesum new bowl wuz Tenny's Gotcha Day prezzint. It kame from Cat Connection. If yoo buy it throo my storr I git a bonus and I donate all them munneys to Texas Siamese Reskyoo. Anyhoo, the bowl is bloo to match the peeple dishis and the yellow dot is the kullur of Tenny's eyes. Plus its Sweedish kullurs and Mommy is haff Sweedish.

It mite be Tennys bowl but I like it too. The bloo glass dish comes off the stand to kleen. Wellniss Beef and Chickhen is yummy!

8. Temptayshun Time!!! Tenny sez this is VARY IMPORTINT. Evry morning beeforr yoo leeve the house yoo must say "Tenny, its TEMPTAYSHUN TIME!" in a silly happy peeple voyse. Tenny will skweel and run to the kichin tabil and dance until yoo give her sum Temptayshuns. Tenny sez haff a bag wood do. (Mommy sez: just 5 or 6) Then yoo give me the other haff of the bag. Tenny will eet hers reel fast so she can eet mine too. Sisfurs are like that.

9. The Temptayshuns Game. Tenny luvs this game. Aftur yoo give us the Temptayshuns you take another handful or bag or two and hide them in spots around the house. The tree, in the tent, in the windows or the Peek A Prize mousehole bocks. Tenny runs around and tries to find them. It makes her so mad when I find one she misst!

Oh look! Tenny found Temptayshuns in the windowsill!

10. Shopping List. On the cold bocks is a list of whut me and Tenny like. Yoo can git it all at Cat Connection. Thare is also a fone number to the animal poisun control line.

11. Yur Room. I haff bin inspeckting yur room and its all reddy fur yoo. It will smell like home. I think my cuzzin Hunter slept heer. He smells intristing. Yoo must tell me tales of his advenchures!

12. Kownters. Okay, look. We both know I'm not suppost to be up heer. But I'm gonna pop up heer now and then to see if sumthing intristing kood be going on. Daddy yellt at me reel bad today. I wuz exploreing the many purrpissis of that thing called the "toester". I wuz trying to put my paw in to see whut it wood do. Daddy yellt and pickt me up with both hands round my middle part and he held me out in tha air and with skrunched up eyes he lookt at me and sed "ECHO NO!" in a reely loud meen voyce and it skairt me and I ran and I hid and woodint talk to Daddy for a long time.

Maybe yoo shood keep the toester unpluggt until I figger out whut that musheen is reely for. Or until its no longer intristing.

13. Meddicul supplies. If Mommy needs a band aid when she comes home, we haff these purpil ones.

Haff a safe airplane flite Grammy. It will be so fun to see yoo. Yoo make us all feel safe and loved when yoo is heer.

Purrs and hedbutts,
Echo and Tenny

Wordless Wensday

Meezerboy — Tue, 05 Aug 2008 22:21:35 GMT

Easy Like Sunday

Meezerboy — Sun, 03 Aug 2008 11:52:28 GMT

Show A Little Kindness

It's bin a bizzy week round heer.

Mommy haz bin workin on her pooter a lot skedyooling musick and getting kot up on work beeforr she has her operayshun. She is cuddling me more cuz and I think it's beecuz she needs to storr up sum kitty purrs wile she in in da hosspittul.

I like tha part whare she pays more attenshun to the Meezerboy. Evin if that duz meen more of the flashy bocks camra thing in my face. But if yoo bin by this bloggy in the last week how many pitchurs did yoo git of the Meezerboy? Huh?

None. Dats rite. Nada. Zipperooni. My blog and I go a hole week with no new pitchurs. Its as riddickyooluss as that NASCAR race at Indy. And I havvint bin able to reed a lot of yur blogs this week neether.

But lets not dwell. We did git a new supply of stinky goodniss and a fancy new bowl to eet it from. So it's not all bad and I gots sum pitchurs and stories comin up this week.

Hay, I think this pitchur is nice. It shows the two fayces of Echo.

One is in the lite...it reprazents the sweet purry boy hoo wants nuthin more than to spend a romantick day with a hot furry gurlcat.

The other is in the dark...the feersum roag mancat with claws of furie lookin to put da bitey on sumpin! Or jump on the kownter, or whap sumpin on the flore.

Yoo gess wich one I'll be today. And then twentee minits aftur that and twentee minits after that...

I jes hope I'm not hissin at the teevee later when the NASCAR race runs at Poke-Oh-No.

One thing I helped Mommy with this morning is ordering the new 2009 NASCAR Pets calandar that driver Greg Biffle is selling. The munny goes to his Greg Biffle Foundation for Animals and thay give grants to no kill shelters, humane societies and spay and nooter clinicks.

The new calandar has pitchurs of those two cats who own Tony Stewert! Remember I saw them on the teevee lookin out his bus door when Tony wuz beein innervewed.  Thare are pitchurs of sum of the most famus cats and dogs in NASCAR. These lucky doods own drivers like Dale Earnhardt Jr., Matt Kenseth, Kasey Kahne, Denny Hamlin, Mark Martin, Bobby LaBonte, and Greg Biffle.   Maybe I can show yoo sum pitchurs of them when it gits heer.

Or git yur own! Rememburr Christmas is comin! Click on the pitchur beelow to order and help a good kauze.

Friday Confeshuns: Look Whut She Did to Mommy!

Meezerboy — Thu, 31 Jul 2008 23:06:00 GMT

Tenny is a BAD Gurl!

Mommy picked up Tenny to give her a cuddle and look whut she did...

Yes, Tenny got her nails clipped rite after this.

Meanwile, Echo the Meezerboy wood nefur do innything like this. I'm innocint!

Thankful Thursday: All He Hurt Wuz His Pride

Meezerboy — Wed, 30 Jul 2008 22:11:00 GMT

Hold My Beer, I'm Gonna Try Sumpin'...

Last weekend my peeple went to Lake Yoofalluh in Oaklahomeah.  Its way out in the middel of nowhares in sumplase called Rednek Hevvin. It's the largest lake in the state and has 600 miles of shorrline. Unkle VDK grew up thare. Mommy visited thare for the first time last month and had so much fun she went bak with Daddy. Here is Mommy and Aunt Sissy. Aunt Sissy is holding my cuzzin Chalupa the cha wow wow dog. Mommy is holding a glass of Fess Parker Sir Rah.

Here is Uncle VDK. VDK stands fur vishus deer killer. He's my heeroe and a heeroe to cats evrywhare!   He thins out the vishus deer herd so thay haff enuff food to go around.   That way thay dont need to eet tender yung joosy cats or woofies. He is riding his anteek trackter. It goes chug a lugga lugga...

When the sun came bak everybuddy went into the big lake to cool off cuz it wuz hot outside. It wuz hot like the surfise of the sun and Aunt Sissy wuz in danger of bursting into flames.

And dats when Daddy got on the wave runnur musheen.   If yoo look above Daddy's hed yoo can see a house on the hill. Dats the house Aunt Sissy and Uncle VDK are gonna live in when thay moov to Oaklahomeah from Texas. Uncle VDK grew up in dat house cuz his Daddy bilt it.

Daddy went reel slow on the musheen and diddint git crazy cuz he still had his rookie stripe. But the second time he went out he sed sumthin like "Hold my beer, I wanna try sumpin'".

And dat wuz about the time Daddy ran out of tallint.

He fell off da wave runner! An he wuz way out in the middle of tha lake! He tried and tried but koodint get bak on the wave runner. So Uncle VDK put on his floaty vest and swam out thare cuz it wuz gonna take Daddy a squillion yeers to push the musheen bak to shorr. This pitchur is kinda blurry, but heer is Daddy floating next to the musheen and Uncle VDK doin tha bakstroke to git him.

Luckily thare wuz sum peeple with a boat and thay became part of the reskyoo teem.

And heer comes Daddy bak on the boat. Daddy diddint git hurt and the musheen wuz okay too. Uncle VDK drove it bak to shorr and Daddy came bak on the boat minus his sunglassis. Thay are sumwhare at the bottom of Lake Yoofalluh prolly beeing worn by a large mouth bass named Mr. Limpit.

Daddy sed all he hurt wuz his pride. He now owes Uncle VDK two caysis of beer and a stake dinner. Meenwile Mommy is shopping for more life insurince beeforr thare next trip.

Wordless Wensday

Meezerboy — Tue, 29 Jul 2008 22:02:52 GMT

Tenny Toosday: My Gotcha Day Annifursary

Meezerboy — Tue, 29 Jul 2008 11:23:45 GMT

My First Gotcha Day Annifursary

Yesterday wuz the first annifursary of my Gotcha Day!

I got my peeple throo Frisco Humane Society. I wuz jes a kitten. Daddy came and talked to all the kitties at Petsmart that were lookin for homes and I wuz the one who won! On the way home Mommy tole me I had won the lottree. I got a grate home with lotsa toys and a simeeze brother and good food and all the Temptayshuns a girl wood want! I'm treeted like the royalty I am!

Heer is how I spent my Gotcha Day:

I startid by sitting in the window chattering at birdies. Then Mommy woke up and went to her litterbocks. I dont like cuddling much but she is trying to convince me I do. I think it's cuz I'm a feral kitty at hart. Me and my brothers and sisfurs were borned in the outtadoors until Frisco Humane Society got us. Innyway, I like cuddling when she is at her litterbocks so thats sumthin I gess.  Mommy picked me up and skritched my face and eers and I purred and purred and purred!

Beforr long it wuz Temptayshun Time! Jes beforr my peeple go hunting for kitty cat food munny Mommy sez "Tenny, it's Temptayshun Time!!" and I git all ecksytid and run for the kitchen tabil.  While I munch on a few Temptayshuns Mommy hides more around the house.   I spent a littel time hunting for them and eeted them all up! I think thare wuz more of them cuz it wuz my Gotcha Day.

After the peeple left Me and Echo watched a big trale of ants go across the teevee room and invade our stinky goodniss. That wuz rood of them! Daddy came home later and made them all go ded.  Then he petted me nice and tole me how happy he wuz to be my Daddy.

Me and Echo also had a big wrassle fight on top of the cat tree and I ripped sum fur out of his hed and hissed at him. It wuz a grate fite! Mommy got all skairt we wood fall so she made him stop. But I got to stay on top of the tree. Its good to be the Gotcha Day girl!

I got a few more Temptayshuns and sum fishy flakes too.

It wuz a good day. But then when yoo are a lottree winner like me, yoo live evryday like a princess!

Mommy Monday: Surjerry Again...

Meezerboy — Sun, 27 Jul 2008 18:48:38 GMT

My best furrend is my Mommy.

Heer I am cuddling with her after she got home from beeing in the hosspittul for 38 days.

Soon Mommy is having anuther surjerry and I'm gonna let her tell yoo why cuz I kant reely explayn it rite. But no, it's not cuz I wuz dancin on her tummy the other nite! -- Echo

My Medical Odyssey: An Ileostomates' Story
by Echo's Mommy

I can poop on my toes.

Not everyone can say that. I'm not necessarily proud of it, although I do admit to a certain childlike fascination with it. I mean, ask any kid...poop is funny. But it took a long time to get to this point. I know Echo has shared some of my story, but up to now I haven't let him explain it all. It's not something he can really comprehend. And it's not something that's often discussed in "polite" conversation. My friends, this is the story of my ileostomy.

As you may know, I had a gastric bypass in early November 2007. Despite my surgeon's best efforts I developed a severe abdominal infection that perforated my colon. I was severely dehydrated and septic...had peridontitis...and worse yet, part of my colon was damaged beyond repair from what they suspect was a nasty bacteria called C-diff. Why it happened we still don't know but we think the antibiotics I received during my surgery caused an imbalance in the kinds of bacteria that normally live in the gut which allowed the C-diff to grow dangerously unchecked.

It was a week after that bypass; I felt very sick. I went to my surgeon's office and they immediately wheeled me to the ER.  Within hours I was in surgery.

I spent the next 12 days sedated in the ICU.

When I woke up I was mad that I'd missed the last NASCAR race of the season.   But then the details of what happened to me began to emerge and I suddenly didn't care so much about the race. My surgeon came in and told me that he had to remove about half my large intestine because it had been so badly damaged by the infection. In order to allow the remaining colon time to repair itself he had created an "intestinal diversion" so that my small bowel was re-routed to an opening on my stomach called a "stoma". And that stoma would empty it's contents into a bag on my stomach. The official name for it is an ileostomy.

He told me it was temporary and at first I thought he'd be fixing it before I was discharged from the hospital. But no, he said I had to heal up first and lose at least a hundred pounds before it could be reversed.

I was stoned on a lot of morphine but it didn't take long to grasp what he had told me. And I was horrified beyond words.

I cried. A lot. I couldn't look at it. When I was discharged to home I felt lost in a very strange world. I felt like damaged goods. And the blame I placed on myself was a crushing heavy burden.

Managing this "stoma" was like the elephant in the corner of the room you simply cannot ignore. It consumed me. Had my husband not stepped up and become my main Wound Care and Ostomy nurse I would have laid down and died. Figuratively, he carried me when I could not walk. I'd lay on the bed with a pillow covering my face and tears rolling into my ears when he had to change my bag.

Echo and Tenny were understandably curious but they somehow knew to keep their distance during those times.

I was literally grieving. It was incredibly difficult to manage in those early days. The sight of it...the smell...the frequent leaks. And since everyone's body is different it took A LOT of trial and error to find just the right products and bag application techniques.

My first day out in public with an ostomy bag on my belly was a scary thing. I was so certain everyone could tell. They'd hear a little plastic rustling and instantly know my disgusting little secret. I felt if I moved just the wrong way I'd coat the room in an embarrassing explosion of poop. The truth of the matter is, if someone doesn't tell you they have one you'll just never know. But it always takes a while to grasp that at first.

Fortunately there's a terrific website and message board for people with ostomies. The United Ostomy Associations of America It's packed with information and a message board. I love message boards but it took me a few weeks just to screw up the courage to look at it. That's where I finally read three very little powerful words.

Bag or box.

Yep, that's pretty much the bottom line. Get busy livin or get busy dyin. We all have that choice.

Slowly I came around to accept what had happened. I stopped feeling sorry for myself when I realized that at any given moment in America there are half a million people amongst us with an ostomy. (Colostomy, urostomy or ileostomy.) Some temporary, some permanent. Cancer, ulcerative colitis, Crohn's Disease, knife wounds, gunshots, diverticulitis, perforated colons, soldiers with abdominal injuries from IEDs...all these things can lead to an ostomy. For some the ostomy has freed them from pain so they can lead a completely normal and productive life.

And there's a lot of children growing up with them too.

Suddenly, I had a whole new respect for this thing. And it wasn't long before I joined the ranks of ostomates who've named their stoma...mine is called Mike Rowe. (Cuz it's a Dirty Job. ) Thanks to an episode of the Comedy Central show "Lil Bush" it's also nicknamed the "puddin hole". I know I've just grossed a bunch of you out, but seriously if you can't find some humor in this you're going to be very bitter and sad. Naming your stoma is a kind of a rite of passage and a sign you've been able to move on and find acceptance.

Even Echo and Tenny have participated in the care and maintenance of "Mike Rowe".   Like clockwork one of them always wakes me up around 3am. I'm very grateful for this interruption because my bag often fills with gas overnight despite my best efforts to avoid gas producing foods and chewing Gas-X at night. If the bag overinflates it can literally split open or pull the adhesive wafer loose which results in one incredible mess.   If Echo doesn't wake me, Tenny does. It's almost like they trade shifts and it's yet another way these furry souls continue to amaze me.

And while they sometimes find the "hurty" spots when walking on me, they always manage to avoid stepping on my bag and stoma.

Even though I had about the worst complications you can have with a gastric bypass, I don't regret it at all. I don't blame my surgeon; his skill saved my life. I've now lost 134 pounds and I'm less than 50 pounds from my goal. Besides saving me from the ravages of morbid obesity, recent tests show my remaining colon has survived it's ordeal and is ready to get back to work.

So on August 11th I'll be back in the hospital to have my ileostomy reversed. They're taking as many precautions as they can to prevent a recurrance of an infection.   Echo and Tenny's Grammy, who has been a nurse for a squillion years, will be here to hold everyone's feet to the fire. (Including mine!) I really look forward to having "indoor plumbing" again. My surgeon will also repair a sizeable hernia I was left with and remove as much extra skin from my belly as possible.

In a way I'm going to miss Mike Rowe. It taught me a lot about myself and how I look at the world. Take for instance those fashionable "Hollister" t-shirts. I see those now and chuckle. One of the leading maker of ostomy bags is a company called Hollister.

If only Coach would get into the ostomy market, why, I could be a fashionista...

If you think you could never endure something like what I've been through, well, I used to think that too. Ostomies are just a punch line to a gross joke for most people. But no one can tell a poop joke quite like someone who's wearing a bag. I've learned I'm stronger than I thought. The human sprit and body is incredibly strong and remarkably adaptive.

I've also become very sensitive to the needs of ostomates. The medical supplies are incredibly expensive and I'm fortunate to have really great health insurance. I have no idea how the uninsured manage this. I really don't.  There are occasionally moves in Congress to cut Medicaid funding for ostomy supplies. Some bean counters would like to approve covering just a certain small list of supplies, but this is not even close to being a "one size fits most" kind of thing.   Insurance needs to cover ALL supplies because every body is different. I literally tried every bag, seal, paste, adhesive and tape on the market just to find a routine that I could rely on not to leak for 48 hours. (Some days, not even that!) Moreover, an ostomy bag is most appropriately referred to as a "prosthetic" because it replaces a missing body part.

I'm hopeful we'll soon vote into office leaders and legislators who will work to make health care affordable and accessible to everyone so nobody is forced into deciding between buying medical supplies or food.

Easily this has been the hardest thing I've ever done and while I wouldn't wish it on anyone I want you to know that if it happens to you or a loved one...you can get through it. It's not the end of the world even if it does feel like it for a while. You are all stronger than you know...

Friday Confeshuns

Meezerboy — Fri, 25 Jul 2008 12:20:40 GMT

Why Was I Dancing On Mommy's Tummy?

Well, I tell ya...I had a danged good reesun!

Whut kitty duzzint feel a littel hunger in the middle of the dark? Like I usyooally do, I went to my bowl for a littel snack only to find it wuz emptee! Emptee with a capitol T!!! Tenny had alreddy eeten up all the crunchies that we had spilled around the outside and thare wuz nothin left for the meezerboy. All I saw when I looked in the bowl wuz the wurds "Fuzzy Butt".

I call that adding insult to injurry.

So, I did whut any hungree kitty wood do. I woke up Mommy cuz she is the one in charge of the front end of us cats. (Daddy is in charge of the back end.) Becuz I'm a good boy I startid off with a littel hedbuttin and cuddlin. But all she did wuz pet me a littel. So I left.

Then I came bak and tried again. All she did wuz pet me a littel. So I left.

I did that a few times and she diddint git the hint. That left me with no choice. I had to poke around to find the hurty spots on her tummy. I even got shoved off the bed one time! But the worst part wuz she nefur got up to fill my emptee bowl!

When she FINELY woke up she sed "Echo, whut in the wurld wuz with yoo! I hardly got inny sleep!!!" And she tole Daddy she wood be grumpy and tired all day becuz of me. Can yoo beeleeve that??? Throwin me under the litterbocks....

And still my bowl wuz emptee.

She stood in the rain room and used the blowy thing on her hairs and put klose on and did all kinds of stoopid unimportint things before she looked over and sed "Oh crap. Your bowl is emptee! No wonder yoo wuz dancin on me all nite!"

To quote the grate Jeter Harris... DUHR!!!

But I forgave her the minit she filled it up.

Monday will be "Mommy Monday" because not only do I have a meme for her, but I'm going to let her tell yoo why she is having another surjerry next month.

Wordless Wensday

Meezerboy — Tue, 22 Jul 2008 21:44:24 GMT

Tenny Toosday

Meezerboy — Mon, 21 Jul 2008 22:55:47 GMT

The Tree Is Back Up!

Mommy used the cat fur sucky musheen to kleen up our cat tree. But thare is still layers and layers of cat fur in the top bunk. It's only had 15 yeers of cats sleepin in it...and it's been all clawed up in a few spots. But it's still in good shape for me to hang out on. Mommy got it fur Karma in 1993 when she lived in Airyzona and beefore she became Mrs. Daddy so its pracktically an anteek!

The tree wuz on it's side for a long time after I had my hernia surjery.

I'd almost forgotten how big it is!

Sumtimes Mommy hides Temptayshuns around the howse so I gotsta check the tree often to see if sum is hidin inside. If yoo look in the first pitchur yoo can see two of them on top of the house. I alreddy ated them up and I'm lookin for more!

I like it way up heer.

Now if yoo will exyoose me, I feel a nap comin on...

Pee Ess...Here is whut Mommy got Daddy for the birthday pressint he got to open yesterday.

Mancats and Mondays

Meezerboy — Mon, 21 Jul 2008 11:54:25 GMT

Echo: Today we deddicate Mancat Monday to our Daddy! He's an onerairy mancat!

Tenny: Today is Daddy's birthday! He is such a nice Daddy. See how kunserned he wuz when I got home from my hernia operayshun? He wuz holding me so gentil.

Echo: I like givin Daddy the bitey and bunnykikks and whappin him when he ignores me.

Tenny: We bin sellabraytin all weekend. On Friday Mommy brot him a germin chocklit cake cuz that is his favrit cake of all time.

Echo: So why hazzint he eeten it all up yet? I meen its jes sittin in the cold bocks. Mommy sez it's mocking her.

Tenny: If it wuz made of Temptayshuns I wood help him eet it.

Echo: If it wuz made of Temptayshuns he'd nefur git a chance.

Tenny: We gave Mommy our munneys to git Daddy prezints.  He rote down sum of the things he wantid and so me and Echo pickt out sum things so Mommy kood hunt for them.  We let him open one pressint Saturday.

Echo: Daddy opened my pressint first!   I got him a bottle of Too Ahkah. It's a Spanish licker that tastes like vanilla and citrus. The peeple say it has to live in the freezer cuz when its warm its nasty.

Tenny: Well, I think all thare happy joose is kinda nasty.

Echo: Yoo got a point thare. I meen how hard wood it be to haff some niptini's for us? Or sum Toona Cabbernay? Innyhow, after Daddy opened my pressint thay left to go see the new Batman "Dark Night" moovie. Thay sed it's reeely reely reely good. It had the best chase seen efur. Heeth Leger shood git an Osker award he wuz so twisted and the best villin on film since, well, efur!

Tenny:  After the moovee thay ate German food with Ant Sissy and Unkle VDK. Daddy had Rahm Schnitzel mit Kartoffelschnee und frischem Gemüse. He also drank sumthing called Weihenstephen.

Echo: I hope Merlin and Dragonheart stop by so thay can tell us just what in the world it wuz our peeple ate! Mommy had Rinder Rouladen mit Kartoffel Pfannkuchen mit Apfelmus.

Tenny: Sunday Daddy opened whut I got him. A bottle of Kroozan Black Strap Rum.

Echo: Our reeders mite be suspectin a theme heer...

Tenny: Our Daddy likes his happy joose, dats fur sure. But he is reel fussy about whut kind of happy joose he drinks.

Echo: Fussy, just like a proper mancat! I drink a toest to that!

Tenny: And then Echo got to roll around on the flore and throw himself at Longbeard's feet again. Longbeard and his ladey came ofur to help Daddy cook up a homebrew beer.

Echo: Thare shoos smell so good I kant help myself!

Tenny: I'm not sure yoo shood be admittin that on "MANCAT Monday".

Echo: I'm chasin you up the cat tree later...

Tenny: Daddy has one more pressint to open latur today and it's the one Mommy got him.

Echo: After whut we got fur him, I hope it's a bottel of Tylennol!

If I thot I Was Jellis Yesturday...

Meezerboy — Sat, 19 Jul 2008 13:45:36 GMT

I Salloot Yoo Jeter Harris!

Whut a grate honor! You da mancat!!!

Friday Confeshuns

Meezerboy — Thu, 17 Jul 2008 22:42:05 GMT

We Boys Is Jellis
Echo is not a happy Meezerboy.

And I don't think Daddy is reel happy neether. You see, Mommy has made us both jellis. So for today's Friday Confeshun I'm gonna tell on Mommy and why the boys in this howse are purrturrbed wif her.

The other morning I overherd Mommy tell Daddy about sum dreems she had when she wuz sleepin.

Tha story of the furst dreem started out intristing enuff. She sed she dreemed that my furrend Skeezix came to visit. His Food Ladey put him on a plane and he flew to Texas. (That wood be kinda neet, however unlikely it mite be.)

But when he got heer Skeezix went and hid under tha bed and she spent all day tryin to git him out. He woodint eet or drink or nothin. She spent all day worried about Skeezix and not me cuz she knew Mr. Tasty Face and the Food Ladey wood be vary kunserned! She finely figgered out he woodint eet cuz she had neglectid to unpack his favrit bowl. So then he got speshul treetmint and speshul treets.

I love ya Skeezy, but I dont like sharin my Mommy.

Then Mommy tole Daddy she also had a dreem she wuz at a NASCAR race and was walking in the parking lot after the race and she saw Tony Stewert drivin a littel yello musheen. Yoo know, tha kind peeple are buyin these days that dont burn much gasoleen?

Innyhow, Tony wuz at the weel, but he wuz sleepin and the car wuz moovin reel slow. So she reeched in and turned the keys to off cuz she diddint want him to git in an accsidint.

Then she kissed him on the forehead.

Then he woke up and grabbed her and kissed her sum more! The only way that dreem kood haff bin worse is if she went on his bus and played with his kitties too!

Hay Tony Stewert, I like yoo too but I dont think Daddy likes sharin Mommy neether! We is both jellis!!!

My confeshun is that it's kleer I'm not doing neerly enuff to wake Mommy up at nite if this is the stuff her mind dreems up. I must work harder at that!

My Seekrit Contest Is Ofur...

Meezerboy — Wed, 16 Jul 2008 21:26:28 GMT

We Haff A Winner!

None of yoo kitties knew this, but me and Tenny bin haffin a seekrit contest.

Evry time somekitty leeves a commint on my blog it gits countid. And this week we had our 1000th commint!!!! It happind on Tenny Toosday this week at 5:24 pm.

I wanna say a big concatyoolayshuns to the whitest of boys. The incredible wite mancat LUXOR!!!

Look at that hansum kitty. He looks so surrpurrized! It's like he kant beeleev his luck of beeing the 1000th kitty to commint on meezerboy.com. Well, beeleeve it Lux! Yoo da mancat!!!

Heer is how it went down: Tenny wuz showin off her tummy cuz her furs are growin bak reel fast after she had hernia surgery. And Lux sed "You're lookin good!"

Jes three littel words. But them words are gonna git Lux and his sisfurs sum cool swag from my favrit kitty store, The Cat Connection in Dallas, Texas.

(Tenny's pink nose blushed a littel when she red all the commints.)

Me and Tenny consider ourselves reel lucky to haff met each of yoo. If yoo has efur left us a commint we consider yoo a furrend. And to haff so many furrends, well, me and Tenny are truly rich.

Concats again to our furrend, Luxor!