tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73088007388679503562024-02-19T08:02:13.035-08:00Midnight son has a typistTheNicholasBoyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09718770177958246404noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308800738867950356.post-90692791057210297282014-02-17T17:26:00.002-08:002014-02-18T15:28:27.662-08:00My angel brother White BootsI would like to introduce one of my angel brothers..White Boots....H is going to share his story with you...<br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span class="label">Arrival Story:</span><br />I want
to tell you my story...There are some holes in it but here it is as best I can
tell you... I think I had a home and humans cared for me when I was little but I
am not sure...I knew to go to Mom when I was outside and I knew to roll on my
back for belly rubs and when I got sick and Mom took me in I knew what a litter
box was... My life as I remember it all started in the late winter/early spring
of 2006...I was outside and there were these 2 other cats...a girl Mom called
Velvet and another boy she called Scruffy...Mom wanted to try and tame Velvet
and started to feed her..Well Velvet did not want to be tamed but I did...Velvet
would eat and run away if she saw Mom but I stuck around the patio and watched
her...I started to trust her but only a little bit...One day Velvet and Scruffy
decided that they did not like me and they took off together leaving me all
alone...Mom continued to feed me because she felt sorry for me and I was so
<span class="t9s5y58al" id="t9s5y58al_8">good looking</span> and friendly...As
summer came I started to let Mom pet me and I would go to her for belly
rubs...One day when it was supposed to rain my food bowl was not sitting out in
its usual spot but it was in a little file cabinet house...I was scared to go in
and eat but I learned that it was safe for me there...Mom started to move my
<span class="t9s5y58al" id="t9s5y58al_6">little house</span> closer to her house and
it was soon on her <span class="t9s5y58al" id="t9s5y58al_3">back porch</span> right
beside the door...I started to sleep there and stay there every night..I still
went hunting during the day...She called me her outside Guard cat...she always
told me to guard the patio when she went away...I always knew her car when she
came home and ran to greet her... One evening she had her dinner on the patio
and left her chair close to the window in the house...I stood on the chair and
there was another cat inside the house...I went to the screen to introduce
myself to him and he did not like me...He hissed and growled at me and was not
friendly...Mom said his name is Midnight and he has a virus lurking in him and
he can not be stressed so she could not take me in the house but she wanted me
to stay and be her outside cat... I had a good life...food and water every day
and Pops went and got a heated pad and plugged it in for me to sleep on so I
would be warm..But I was getting sick..All summer I sneezed but not too much as
winter got colder my sneezing got worse and I was not feeling too well...One
morning Mom came out and I was really sick so she let me go inside to the mud
room where she had a bed ready for me..It was a Friday afternoon..All weekend
she tried to help me but I kept getting sicker..On Monday she called someone
named Dr Steve and put me in a porta prison and I went for my first and last car
ride...They were really nice to me there but they told Mom I had something
called feline aids and that I would never be healthy again where I was
living...So Mom told me about the Meadow and how her other cat D-Max and his
friends Ralphie and Baggy would be there to greet me..She also told me about my
new Mommy Cat Pressy...I love her...I do not remember my first Mommy Cat or my
first human Mom... Mom was crying when she told me all of this because she felt
bad that she could not save me and had waited too long but I told her I was
happy living outside and that I knew she loved me...I am now healthy and all the
hunting I do is for fun...I will never be hungry again....That is my life as I
best remember it...I do not know how old I am but Dr Steve said I was young...On
February 19, 2007 I made the journey to the meadow at Rainbow's Bridge where I
Was met by D-Max...</span><br />
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TheNicholasBoyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09718770177958246404noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308800738867950356.post-91464527205431933692014-02-15T12:44:00.000-08:002014-02-17T17:26:44.426-08:00I have no idea if I am doing this correctly..Mom is trying to follow the instructions Humphrey gave us..I hope the title is experimenting..who knows..It is hard to find a reliable typist....<br />
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We have been having snow and more snow here in PA...Way too much... I am glad I do not have to go outside to go potty..The poor dawg next door runs out and does her business and goes back in..The joys of being a cat..<br />
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I am going to attempt to post a picture of me on my pink blankie....<br />
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<br />TheNicholasBoyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09718770177958246404noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308800738867950356.post-51411216412399762622014-02-12T06:11:00.003-08:002014-02-12T06:13:26.414-08:00My observations on a Wednesday morningA not so good morning to all...<br />
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Today I am dictating my thoughts from deep under Pops bed...did you know I can sit in the exact middle of the under bed and it is impossible for Mom to touch me????She really wants to give me some Rescue Remedy but can not get to me...<br />
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The reason for all of this is we have not one but two visitruders in the kitchen.... Last month our oven finally went kaput...From the time we moved here in late 2009 it never worked properly and then Mom accidentally broke off the latch thing that holds it open so it was time to replace the oven that came with the house that we think was original in 1968 when it was built....<br />
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It is a major project since the new one is about 2 inches bigger than the old one and Mom wants to save the cabinets....If we were rich she would do the whole kitchen but we are not rich...<br />
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So I am spending the day in the back bedroom with a litter box, food, and water.....Yikes..It is loud..a saw is sawing away as I dicate my thoughts..<br />
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I am a very unhappy black panther....<br />
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<br />TheNicholasBoyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09718770177958246404noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308800738867950356.post-2228208563516366442014-02-04T08:18:00.000-08:002014-02-04T08:18:24.107-08:00Good morning..I hope Mom is doing this right and she does not embarrass me...I see my furriends Humphrey and Roger are here so the Nicholas boys have decided to try this...I am going to be doing ,most of the blogging..My angel brofurs will pop in every now and then...<br />
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A few years ago my girlfriend Aggie who is now an angel bestowed the title of Grand Supreme Pukemeister on me for my unmatched puking skills...I want to update you on my latest achievement.. Last evening mom made the mistake of letting some dirty dishes sit in the sink with yucky water which I decided to sample even though I had a clean bowl of water and my fountain is working...<br />
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Of course it did not agree with me adn I was in my cubes which were sitting on the bed b ecause the B's had been here earlier adn they were messing with them..My tummy started to gurgle adn I started to gag and the next thing yopu know I was sitting in one cube with my head half way in the other cube on the bed on my pink blankie and it came...In both my cubes and the blankie...<br />
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mom grabbed me, the blankie and the cubes and we all landed on a hard surface wher I was forced to finish my puke ratehr than on a soft surface where I could get good footing..<br />
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Now now has a clean blankie on the bed...<br />
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