~~ Wordless Wednesday With The Queen ~~

But this IS Our Holiday Spirit!

~~~

Looks like We need to Deck Her Halls ASAP!

ManCat Monday ~ "Yo! Yo! Beau Be My Bro', Yo!"

Brutus and Beau are now officially BroFurs!!

A cute thing happened last night.  One of my neighbors came to the door, Brutus' Favorite, as it happens.  Well, as is his custom, he finds a way around my futile attempt to block him, and slips into the hall to greet her.  When she opened her door to her apartment, (she's right across from me) Brutus saunters in, also as his is custom.  He's gone a visitin' with Aleksandra on several occasions, but last night wasn't a good time, so I had to fetch him.

Beau has been wanting out also, as of late, and seeing Brutus accomplish his escape spurred Beau into a

Protest Mode.

(A little back story - Beau has the most adorable chirp, not a "mehoww" but a
"Puuuuurrrrrt?", his voice rising at the end!)

He lay by the door, smelling, reaching out and "pppuurrrrt?"-ing for the better part of 20 minutes!

I still have that retched harness, and thought well, maybe he wants a walkabout, and it is permitted to have your pet on a leash anywhere in the building, so I called Beau over, rattling the harness and he came jogging over.

He took one good sniff of it, and backed away!

I've seen a vest-type of Harness somewhere.

They even come in woofie sizes.

I think for ChrissyMouse,

My Two MenCats will be sporting

A New Fashion for a proper Walkabout!

Have a Great Cyber Monday!!

~~~~~
By the way,  I have observed Brutus giving Beau Texas-size head-butts and chin rubs!

Thankful Thursday ~ Beau's in the Holiday Spirit

Beau has decided that today he will join me on the sofa, where I plant myself when I'm on the computer.

I'm very pleased, as this shows he is seeking company and isn't content to simply snuggle "in his room"!

Have a Peace Filled Thanksgiving Day.

Brutus

Marigold

Gentleman Beau

Emily

QM Rose

~~~

We would like to also extend Our deepest sympathy to The Taylor Family on the sudden loss of Seaborne.

He is a most Beautiful Angel and will be welcomed with much love.

Good-Byes are heartbreaking for those of us left behind, but Seaborne knew instantly, it was simply "So long, for now".

~~ A Royal Pictorial Report ~ aka ~ PICSPAM!!

My Apologies!

Blogger has been giving me HUGE FITS OF FRUSTRATION!

This WILL be remedied very soon.

Thanks for Dropping By!

PS:

We Are Not Amused with Blogger.

Veterans Day ~ 11.11.11

Memories of Allied Troops from Canada and the United Kingdom,

Thank You All for Your Service.

Please take note of a tag in my sidebar that refers to

A Cup O'f Joe for a Joe.

I have made a point to send a little something of a donation to sponsor one of our Service Members to a Free Cup O' Joe.

For as little as $2.00, a bit of Home, enjoying what is an amazing coffee (I've tried it! Awesome)

gives a Service Member more than a jolt of caffeine!

It assures them that we DO Remember them!

You will get an e-mail from the Service Member who received the coffee:

I have to tell you, it's one of the most heartwarming e-mails you will find in your Inbox!

That being said, when you see a Service Member, whether they are in active duty or a Vet,

remember to thank them.

Please?

It's the least we who stayed Stateside can do!



Sunpuddles



What A Difference 2 Days Make!!

BEAU - Video...Interaction Apres V-E-T!

Just wanted to post this video I took of Beau today.  I feel pretty confident that in, ohhhh, another 2 weeks he just might let me close enough to take off that dang harness that's twisted around and looking all miserable on him.  Dr. Steinberg advised I NOT try for fear of another bite. (My hand is, I would say, 90% better, buit tomorrow I think I might make an appointment with the I.D. Specialist, because my knuckles on my left hand are still sore and swollen.  I just don't want anyone reporting this bite to any authorities.  "Authorative Types" are generally @$$-XXXX, well, fill in the "blank"!)

Brutus is NOT faring well at all this time.  She gave me a referral, of a specialized Vet that can do diagnostics, which he never really had, to confirm Asthma or something else - a "Lavage" of his lungs.
Also, it's been 4 years since he's had a full work-up...I want him to outlive me, so I need to get onto this asap...

I will try to post Videos to YouTube first then sending them here, because I think - well, hope - Blogger is happier this way.

Enjoy your Thursday.
Please rest assured Beau has more than enough food and litter for quite some time, many thanks!  He's not felt comfortable about his "Ham-mick" (I think he feels a little too "exposed" in it) but Brutus is lovin' his, thank you Mo!  (It is now withstanding 22.8lbs of Red Texas ManCat - I can't believe he GAINED A POUND since JUNE!  Oy!  And I've had him on Iams DIET formula!  His "Tinker Bell Laser", unfortunately met an early demise.)  He will chase that when he's feeling well.
He will feel well again.
I hope.
~~~~~

Addendum?

If you could hear my speaking on the video, I mentioned Beau had been on my bed - to walk across it, but still, I felt it was a significant move forward.

Well, look what I just saw him do!

We are Quite Amused.

;-)

~~~~~



"... November 1, 2011 - Day 33 of My Captivity..."

"...and My 12th Birthday!"

I let a Kodak Moment slip away yesterday.

With proceeds from the Auction, the first shipment of Feliway diffusers and sprays arrived, and is doing magical things.

Beau was in the Wing Back Chair in my bedroom, a favorite spot of his now.

I had tossed him a few of his toys, especially one I'd seen moved about: a Goldfish.

I had also spritzed my flannel jammies with Feliway!

I chirped to him in a way I had heard him do, and rolled on my back, acting - well, hoping I was acting "cat-like".

He eventually placed his chin down atop the Goldfish and closed his eyes.

I watched him as he gradually rolled over, as if to mimic me.

I began chatting again, inching closer as I spoke.

By the time I reached him, he had turned belly-up and was chirping.

I asked if he "wanted scritches" and he very nearly let me.

I got as far as his nose.

Brave, considering I have a referral to an Infectious Disease Specialist for what has so far defied 2 courses of antibiotics.

Then, as if someone snapped their fingers, Beau deftly righted himself with a "who-whut?" look on his "face."

A wee growl and he moved clear of my reach.

But stayed on the chair.

At the bottom of the page, there's a cat-to-Human age converter.

In Human years, Beau is 64 today.

"Will You Still Need Me,  Will You Still Feed Me,

When I'm Sixty-Four?"

Extra Gerber Chicken and Gravy Baby Food For You, today,

Dude!

CAT ASTROLOGY:

SCORPIO CAT

The Scorpio Cat is a powerful cat with more than a mere sting in his or her tail. This resourceful and intelligent feline will delight in organizing things and people, finding the normal business of the domestic cat to be boring and mundane. Determination is the guiding force of the Scorpio Cat...and it is indeed a force to be reckoned with. Felines in general are never easy to fathom and this particular feline is akin to a never-ending pit, being secretive, self-controlled and devious. Deep inside (if the owner is ever able to delve that far), the Scorpio Cat is truly a rather mixed-up cat, desperately seeking love and security. A Scorpio Cat may usually be recognized by a muscular body and beautiful eyes...the ideal specimen being one with jet-black fur and eyes of deep emerald green. However, the most notable feature will be the mask of imperturbability. Later in life, this feline stands out from the rest by his or her waddling walk...the result of over-eating...and often has bow legs. Normally healthy, when this cat does become poorly, then he or she will be extremely ill. Under such circumstances, the Scorpio Cat expects (and usually receives) all the tender, loving care due to such a sick member of the family. At the first sign of ill health (often a dry nose and labored breathing), even if it is suspected that this feline is malingering yet again, it is vital to book him or her into intensive care at the vet's office. If this is not done, then the Scorpio Cat considers the owner to be a failure who did not respond as expected. It will take a very long time for the Scorpio Cat to forgive this and the damaged relationship may never be repaired.
The Scorpio Cat will always remain a puzzle to the family...never where an owner thinks he or she might be...never doing what he or she should be doing. This is all a game to the Scorpio Cat...fooling the owner and leaving his or her human guessing. However, any owner of this feline will be in dire trouble if he or she guesses wrong. When this cat is cold, then he or she fully expects that the heating should be turned on. But, the Scorpio Cat will not hover by a radiator and shiver...he or she is far more likely to sit by the refrigerator, washing his or her paws. If the owner offers food and not heat then, in the eyes of the Scorpio Cat, that owner has failed. This all comes about because the Scorpio Cat finds it well-night impossible to express true feelings. Conversely, he or she will be deeply intuitive of others where feelings are concerned, possessing the gift of empathy and the ability to read emotions. This feline senses when an owner desires companionship and when he or she would rather be left alone. The Scorpio Cat is always strangely drawn to those unfortunate humans who are not fond of cats. If such an individual is invited into the home and tries to banish the Scorpio Cat, it will fail to work. This feline somehow manages to get into the room and insists on paying the visitor in question an abundance of attention...sitting on the guest or rubbing against the guest, or dribbling all over them. However, at the end of the day, the Scorpio Cat is basically a one-person cat. He or she will single out a member of the family with whom to bond and the rest will be virtually ignored. This feline does become genuinely attached, but in a rather aloof sort of way...offering companionship in return for a high standard of living. The Scorpio Cat likes to crawl around inside of objects...such as boxes and cabinets...and, being a born hunter, adores being outside.
A Scorpio Cat usually does best with a Scorpio owner. However, a native of Cancer would also a good choice, despite the fact that both are strong-minded, tenacious and complex. The next best owner would likley be a Pisces subject, although such an owner would need to be careful lest his or her "watery" instincts add further confusion to the Scorpio Cat's inclinations. Most owners of Scorpio Cats tend to develop a special telepathic bond with this mysterious feline. The Scorpio Cat always seems to know just what his or her human is thinking, easily senses danger, and will arrive for dinner just moments before being called. If there is a death in the family, then the Scorpio Cat is likely to be the first to know. This feline is the sacred cat which was revered by the Egyptians. Strange and arcane, the Scorpio Cat brings luck and protection to his or her owner. In short, the Scorpio Cat is pure magic.

BEAU AND I SHARE THE SAME ZODIAC SIGN! HIS PURRTHDAY IS EXACTLY 7 DAYS BEFORE MINE!

OH MY CEILING CAT!

BEAU ALLOWED ME TO PET HIM!

I called him out to have another portion

of Celebratory Gerber Chicken Baby Food.

He Came with an eager look, into the kitchen!

He actually allowed me to give him 2 scritches before firmly expressing his desire to not be fussed with while he's eating!

This is my First-and Best-Birthday present!

~~~~~ 

A Note of Thanks

With your generous help in playing/bidding in the Auction,

outright donations of Feliway and

green papers,

Beau will remain comforable for quite some time to come,

have whatever veterinary needs he may have met

and with any luck,

be sharing toys with The Royals by Christmas.

My Big Red Asthmatic ManCat will get his V-E-T visit

(set for Nov. 2nd now, but on a cancellation list).

I would like also to apologise for being outright tetchy

over the weekend.

As days grow shorter, and September ends,

a series of traumatic "Anniversaries"

begin their yearly Hauntings.

Animals have been my fuzzy therapists through these times.

And what bit of what I try to pass off as a sense of humor in writing, as well.

Old wounds were opened, something nearly none of you could have known about, this past weekend.

I appreciate tips, links, suggestions

as I do believe, with an open mind I could learn something or a few things everyday.

Thank you.



 

~~ One Paw Forward, Three Paws Back? ~~

I thought I would let all know how Beau is adapting to his new life in New Jersey.

I need to confide in you - I am worried.

Friday marked the 2nd week of his journey North,

and he has not ventured forth from his hiding corner except for his basic needs.

He eats his kibble, but has forsaken what was his beloved Gerber Baby Food treat.

I insist he receive only spring or filtered water, and have to hope he is getting it.

Because of her multiple disabilities, and being over the level where she qualifies for Home Health Aide assistance, Barbara finds herself in an untidy environment.

Perfect for a Senior Gentlemancat who wishes to hide.

But I wish he would come out.

As of this writing, he has not allowed Barbara to pet him.

He ventures out to play only with the wand toys, just a little bit, and then retreats.

He still occasionally hisses at her.

My heart is breaking for him, so last Saturday, I insisted on seeing him.

I did not like the comments "Oh I can hear him back there" day in and day out.

I have orthopaedic issues with my right knee and back, old riding injuries.

(or should I say, "falling injuries"?)

If I had to move stacks of magazines chairs and a dinosaur of a computer Barb is keeping for sentimental reasons, I was prepared to do that.

It is behind the computer where Beau has sought sanctuary.

Upon seeing me, he hissed, ears slightly back.

Instead of trying to speak in a Very Bad Southern accent, I just began to speaking to him as I do to my kits.

Especially to my Big Red Texas Mancat.

He hissed twice more, but with ears perked and looking at me with a confused expression.

I have had animals non-stop since my early memories, and I can read body language of not just cats, but dogs, horses, heck, even chickens and roosters!

So, I had Beau interested in me!

I underestimated the obstacles between me and Beau, so instead of trying to clear the way, which may have prompted him to seek shelter elsewhere, I reached behind me for a fev-ver wand toy.

I began to tease Our Gentleman Beau, accusing him of  being  "all Hiss and no Action"!

In a position I hope to one day study comfortably in a Yoga class, I played with Beau while stretched to my current brink.  As a parting test, I put the toy down, and reached in to touch him, but he was far from my grasp, rubbish be damned.

But he didn't hiss!

While Barbara loves him, mostly sight unseen, and she does provide for him as best she can,

I have a fear this Adoption is not "taking".

Barbara's desire to keep Beau is not in my opinion the best thing for him.

The toys so kindly sent to him remain untouched, even lost among items Barbara can not pick up.

I have enlisted the help of Our Property Manager, who is a truly lovely woman, and cares for Barbara's physical as well as emotional well-being.

At this point in time, I am nearly certain I need to take Beau away from her, but due to past emotional issues, this will be difficult without causing great emotional pain.

Carol, our Property Manager

in conjunction with Barbara's Clinician need to convince Barbara it is for Beau's good he come to live with me, "for the time being".

I need to ask in earnest for all your prayers and purrayers to ease this further transition for Our Gentleman Beau and  for the safety that will let Barbara release Beau into my care.

Until we receive further word from Beau's Aunt Teresa.

I would also appreciate a prayer or two as well, because while I wrestle with this issue and pray for a quick resolution for Beau's Final Forever Home,

Brutus has been coughing more frequently and longer each time.

I take my culpability on fully, and if I had questioned Barbara in depth, perhaps I could have avoided this issue.

But I know only what Barbara was willing to share.

We need a speedy resolution, I would so love this to happen this week.

But in God's time, not mine.

Again, please pray for the best outcome for Beau, and for healing and if needed, acceptance on Mom Barbara's part.

I have had contingency plans all along in the event Beau needs to come in with Us.

He will have full access to my bedroom, while the Royals make his acquaintance through the door.

He will be well.

Gentleman Beau is a Survivor.

I recognize that in him.

With your prayers and God's hand,

and Beau's Angel Mom, Cathy looking on, we will assure Beau a Happily Ever After.

Thank You.

 

I WAS JUST SPEAKING TO BARBARA.

It seems Beau has been leaving, uhhh, what The Royals know as

"Ca Ca Poo Poo" -

RIGHT IN FRONT OF BARBARA'S DOOR!

This is the first I've heard about it.

There IS a medium Lab Mix that lives in the apartment across from her.

I had told Barbara to find an old towel to put under the door, so the doggie smell doesn't come in.

She is unable to do that.

 

THIS IS WHERE PRAYER IS WORKING!!

I made the suggestion that Beau is obviously nervous and not happy.

Why not allow him to live with Us until he's settled in, and gradually get him to know her again.

She has agreed!

So, please KEEP THE PRAYERS COMING!

Gentleman Beau may well be living with Us by Weeks' End!

PTL!

 

Beau and Brutus Share The Word ~ and a Blankie

"Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.

 

And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds

in Christ Jesus".

Phillippians 4:6-7 

When I first saw the photos of Beau that Teresa had sent me, the last photos taken in the only home he knew, Cathy's home, my heart broke a little.

Beau looked like he knew he was on a long journey and was in a sense sad that there was no turning back.

Today's photo I share with you of Our Brutus, you will notice he is snuggled into the same blankie Cathy had on her bed that was Beau's "nest".

Barbara is due over for supper later today, and I wanted to unpack the ginormous box "Aunt T" had sent of Beau's things to make way!

I put the blanket on my table for just the time being, while I took the box out to recycling.

When I came back, there I found Brutus in what looks to be a very restful, comfy snuggle.

He must know Beau and Cathy by their scents.

And he loves them,

by their scents.

It's been close to 2 hours and Brutus is now asleep in the little nest Beau and Cathy shared for years.

Now, I know where to shop for a similar blankie for Brutus,

but how ever can I replicate the Scent of Love Beau and Cathy shared, and in which Our Brutus is peacefully resting?

"Be strong and take heart, all you who hope in the Lord"

Psalms 31:24

Have a Blessed Sunday

~~~~~

A Room with a View

I do understand your concerns for Beau, as mine are One Hundredfold that he acclimate to his new environment and Momma Barb who in NO WAY can mean or take the place of Cathy in Beau's precious furry heart.

I apologise as I take my own turn with illness, beginning Tuesday afternoon and still am unwell.

What I can tell you is that Beau seems to be playing "hard to get" with his new Lady Barbara.

Whilst she was out yesterday morning, she knew he'd been about the room exploring for the things left in different places: ex: her spider plant.

In our building, Management doesn't allow us to hang anything from the ceilings, and that would be the ideal home for a spider plant.

So as second best, Barbara has been keeping hers on the windowsill.

We are fortunate in this building to have oversized windowsills.

Windowsills big enough for a 21 lb. Texas ManCat with NO "spillage" over the side.

Barbara's flat faces the South, and has sun all day.

Beau didn't need a compass to find the sunpuddle.

I imagined in my mind a most stressed Gentlemancat finally finding a source of warmth and sunshine, stretching out to full length, plant be damned and having a snooze.

His appetite is still good.  I had given Barbara a little 4 oz cup and asked her to place just that amount of kibble in to see if Beau was getting his nutrition in, and she later reported she needed to refill the bowl.

Excellent.

He also utilized the -eh- Gentleman's facilities.

Yes, Mama Barb had poop to scoop.

Another interesting point I will share with you, and that was my perhaps mistaken notion that Beau was strictly a "Lady's Gentleman Cat".

Well, Beau and Barbara's brother Jerome

are "Bro's".

Jerome does a great deal for Barbara in and out of her apartment, he's a Godsend of a brother.

Beau liked that about him.

Even afterwards, while he plays hide and seek with Barbara, the day when Jerome was making room for Beau's kennel (which to my eye is too wide open, and I have plans for) Beau came out and sat just a few feet away from Jerome, watching intently.  When Jerome started a new task, Beau stayed out, watching him.  Finally, Jerome put some food down for Beau, and Beau had a nosh, of course ears in all directions and still cautious.

Jerome is now a fan of Beau's.

I can almost see the two of them "taking in a game" on the weekend, together.

Barbara ( and this is between us ) I think is afraid of my camera, for as long as she had it she didn't capture any pictures.

I did the first night when I went to check on him.

A trunk of arts and crafts supplies under a table is a small favourite hidey-hole of his.

Very Bad angle and too bright a flash, but the best I could do given the spot he's found for now.

Now, Beau has been out and about, the other night (forgive me, the past three days have merged in together, since my Migraine began, so bear with me)

Barbara did say one evening he spent the time out in the open, but not yet jumping on her bed and such.

I've received the package from Aunt Teresa, Peggy McNamara and Oui Oui and family Tuesday.

I will again ask your forgiveness as I am currently having the type of migraine that makes my pillows feel like boulders and every little noise cacophonous.

I do not get them nearly as often as Our ML does, but nevertheless on my own level, they are incapacitating.

PLEASE BELIEVE ME!

No News DOES NOT MEAN BAD NEWS!

It simply means the beans surrounding Beau are  themselves feeling poorly.

This is all I have for you today about Beau.

Would anyone like to know how My Royals are doing??

"Anyone?? Bueller? Bueller?"

I take my responsibility to heart and with every ounce of duty that Beau has been re homed in what I believe is a good mission for him, because his new Lady needs him in so very many ways.

Thank you for your patience, and prayers for Beau.

But of course, that goes without saying.

Blessings,

QM Rose

~~~Beau 'Et Some!!~~~

OMNOMNOMNOM!!!

Beau has a good apptite!

Last night my phone rang at nearly 10 pm.  I saw "Barbara n Beau" on my caller ID and my heart lept into my throat.

It didn't get to ring a second time.

I feared for both of them, to be honest.

But the fears were unfounded, as Barbara simply called me to let me know, as I had asked her to, when Beau came out in the open to eat and more importantly at this stage, to drink water.

Late afternoon Barbara needed to take a pain medication, and went to lie down.

Now if you read the update from the last post,

Beau had given up his sanctuary under Mama Barb's bed, and came out to sit under her TV in the living room.

He also began to "talk" with her!

She had been speaking to Beau since his arrival, in her soft way, and joked she hoped her neighbor didn't think she was talking to herself!

Well, the medication did it's job, and her pain lifted enough for her to drift into sleep.

As she slowly woke, she heard  " 'sp 'sp 'sp" and looked down to her right, where her brother had cleared a special corner all Beau's, and he was drinking water!

BUT WAIT! THERE'S MORE!!

Before she went to lie down, she "spoke" to Beau, still by the TV at that point, and asked if he wanted some of his special treat-chicken baby food.

I know Barbara was probably eager to feed "her son" from a baby food jar, and as she opened the jar, Beau's head lifted and he mewed at her.

She told him to "come and get it", then climbed into bed.

She was so pleased to see him out in the open!

She said he seemed to startle when she said his name, as if he wanted to bolt for cover, then apparently changed his mind, and finished his drink.

But she wanted me to come over to check on him, because she felt he may have had a seizure.

I assured her he was vetted and is good health, but wanted to check things out anyway. I also remembered to take my camera over to her, now that Beau is in a more "Walkabout" mood.

I saw leftover baby food, and asked how long it had been there, and advised her to do as I do with the Royals, what they don't finish of wet food in 2-3 hours to take it up and toss it away.

But I wondered aloud if he had eaten any of it.

She said "Oh, he 'et some! That's his second helping!"

I think today is Stinky Goodness day, broaden his palate for other "chicken dishes"!

The one photo I did snap of him is still on the camera, and I as Barbara was "admiring" my camera, I said "I want it back, you know - with lots of pictures!"

Hopefully, by Tuesday we will have some to post.

When Barbara said  " 'et some", it reminded me of how Southerners pronounce the past tense of "ate" differently than us Northerners.  Barbara's family are originally from Missouri, but this is the first time I ever detected a regional dialect in Barbara's voice.

Hmmmm...a bit over 24 hours and already she's picking up Beau's accent!

In the absense of a photo of "my Nephew", I'd like to show you Brutus' new favourtie snuggle spot.

Walmart does a nice mail-order business, I haven't been disappointed yet.

However, they DO love to package things - individually, with plenty of packing material!

The litter pan I ordered for Beau came alone, in a pretty good sized box.

Well, have a look!

There's enough box there for TWO 21 lb. Texas Man Cats!

Emily tries it on for size, but generally gets evicted in no uncertain terms!

So, things are moving along, and Barbara thanks everyone for helping her find her forever cat.

Have a Lovely Sunday!

~~~~~

UPDAET !!
BEAU 'ET STINKY GOODNESS FOR BREAKFAST!!
Grilled Chicken, his favourite protein!

~~Gentleman Beau, Day 1~~

UPDATE!
Beau is now under Mama Barbara's TV!
This is true progress!
Barbara generally has the TV on and her apartment is small enough, if one wanted to, you could switch channels without the remote.
Well, nearly so!
I take this move in locale to mean that Beau was seeking out company'and noticed his Mama wan't coming to bed anytime soon!
Also, Barbara was making dinner for herself at the time, so he may have smelled Home Cooking!
He will settle in nicely.
PS:  Mama Barbara has asked for some prayer, as she faces a visit to her Doctor on Monday that will determine if she is to have surgery or an outpatient, less invasive procedure.
She thanks everyone for keeping an interest in Beau and feels Blessed to have her "son" with her.


Hello everyone!

I'm sorry updates are few and slow to post.

Photos will take a bit longer as well, as I just finished speaking to Miss Barbara.

She told me after Beau had a good sniff about the apartment, he secluded himself where all cats in strange environments are known to do;

Yes, he is under her bed!

Barbara moved his water and kibble next to the bed, and continues to softly speak to him.

I will be going over shortly to place one of Angel Mom Cathy's blankets that accompanied him in his travels near where I can see him.  We think this will help.

If anyone thinks riding in the back seat of a stretch limo is High Society, well then "High Society" must also like to ride in the back of a pick-up truck, because we felt every little (and a few quite large!) potholes!

The highways we had to travel to the sirport are (in)famous for their heavy traffic, and have a tendency to go from 2 lanes to 3, then merge back to 2.

Everything you've ever heard about NYC drivers

Is True!

There was a very unwelcome and in my opinion Unprofessional "surprise" dropped on me when we got to LaGuardia Airport, and I stepped out to retrieve Beau. (his flight, I would estimate, came in nearly a half hour earlier than we arrived.  In the "Priorit Packages" area there was an attendant and it was very quiet.)

As I was walking in the Owner/Operator of the Limo Service called someone on his cell and I heard "You landed When?!"

Mind you, he placed the call, I did not hear the phone ring as I had been all along the ride up, as he answered it as his business phone.

When I wobbled out carrying Beau and his Mini-Castle (?!), the man, Dennis wondered aloud if it would even fit in the door! (ref: the photo ML posted! It cleared by mere inches!)

I was quite cross as he made no effort to carry the crate for me at all.

After he edged Beau & Castle into the back and sat him down on the side seat, he tells me he was on the phone with his neice.  He said she was supposed to come into JFK Airport that evening, but instead her flight had landed and she was waiting at the Terminal.

He asked me if I'd mind his going to pick her up "JFK is only about 10 minutes from here". He forgot that 10 minutes was as the crow flies!

This added an additional 50 minutes to Beau's already 90 minute car ride to his new home!

I waved in the air and bit my tongue, as I could not trust what might come out!

I believe I had the right to tell him, "Take us home first, call your neice and tell her to have a coffee and you will be back for her!"

Do you think that would have been wrong?!

Well, it's all past.  I'm a Yankee Girl at heart, and I'm still stewing that he made no effort to help me carry Beau into my building, either!

I just may have to speak to him.

We Are Not Amused!

Barbara was totally suprised when I knocked on her door, as I never go over unannounced, nor she here, as that is the way we both were brought up.

But the light on her face when she saw who was with me!

"It's Beau!"

I sadly by that time had to drag the kennel as it was too heavy for me to manage any longer, adding to poor Beau's stress, no doubt.

I also brought over the things purchased from Walmart to get Beau situated in his new abode.

We put down a bowl of spring water (it's true-if you drink Jersey Water, you run the risk of glowing in the dark!) and kibble Aunt Teresa had taped to the top of the kennel.

Barbara has decided the kennel can be Beau's little "ManCatCave" if he would like once he ventures out again!

The lack of photos are entirely due to the rough ride we had as the car drove off.

The one photo ML posted was taken while we were still stationary.

Below is the one photo I tried to take as Beau was really not as stressed as he looked in the one clear photo!

His ears were perked forward, his pupils were of normal size and reactive to the light, and at times he sat up as tall as he could to see out the window!

He was a very brave Gentleman Cat!

Beau In Motion...even a tripod wouldn't have helped!

I made a Daily Journal for Barbara to jot down things about Beau. We can refer to it as we do our Beau Updates!

What??! No 'Nip Juleps?!!

Grrrrrrrr....

The East side of Manhattan was in Beau's line of vision on our return trip.

The Brooklyn Bridge was also a new site for Our Southern Gentleman, Beau!

 Crossing the Narrows between Brooklyn and Staten Island ~

stories are told about "infamous people" who may be in the Varrazano Bridge's footings, helping to "hold the Bridge up!!

As Beau "decompresses" from all the changes he has and is now experiencing, it is, and should be comforting to know he is in a home where he is Well and Truly Loved.

About 20 minutes after I left the two to get acquainted, I get a call from Barbara.

My heart dropped just a little, but Barbara just called to tell me "Beau is just King of the Castle Here! He's roaming all around, sniffing out everything!"

We marveled how brave he must be and how tired as well, and both expected him to find a favorite hidey place for a few weeks.

And then Barbara said, and I'll never forget the sound of her voice:

"Can you hear how happy I am?!"

There IS a lot of love there, and I felt a sense of peace, and a bit of the "warm and fuzzys",

because I sincerely believe Beau's Angel Mom Cathy is there with her precious Gentleman Cat, and with Beau's adopted momma, Barbara.

Beau's Trip From The Airport

This is the limo that QM Rose "lived in" most of today, on the journey to pick up Gentleman Beau from the airport.

Sweet Beau, his expression says it all.

He was in the limo with QM Rose, headed to his forever home. Love this photo.

More to come!

September 30, 2011 ~~ Beau's Itinerary

EDIT:
LAILA AND MINCHI POINTED OUT THAT WE HAD AN INCORRECT FLIGHT NUMBER!
WE HAVE NOW CORRECTED IT, AND BARRING ANY DELAYS IN NASHVILLE, OUR GENTLEMAN BEAU MAY BE APPROACHING TAKEOFF JUUUST ABOUUUT NOW!
~~~~~


Beau's Aunt Teresa will be taking Beau to meet his flight, American Airlines # 4656,

departing 10:29am Central time.

It is a 764mi/2hour,9 minute flight.

Beau will arrive at NewYork's LaGuardia Airport

at 1:29pm EST.

(side note: AA has an 77% "On Time" average, so QM will have to dust off her Patience in the event of a delay)

A Car service was chosen based on name alone:

Blessed Limos of Edison NJ.

When Dennis, the owner asked how we came to select his services, we just commented of all those in the phone book, "Blessed Limo" seemed like a good ride!

Once Beau is collected at American Airlines "Priority Parcel" terminal, it will be a good 1 1/2 hour drive home, if no one sneezes.

In any event, We expect to be surprising New Mom Barbara at about 4:30pm.

Barbara has no camera, so we will have to loan her ours, with the stipulation she return it by Monday!  That may sound mean, but Miss Barbara has a tendency to "collect" things.

At present, she has 1 of our dinner plates and the last 2 of our "company drinking glasses"!!

We need to thank those who are sending up Kitty Shower pressies (I haven't mention them to Barbara yet!) and the donations went entirely for litter pans, scoops, bowls, litter, food and a few toys to welcome him to his new home, until Aunt Teresa has a chance to send his personal things up.

In the package, there will be a few things of Angel Mom's Cathy - a pillow, perhaps a sweater, and a few other things.

Barbara has crocheted an afghan for Beau already, so Beau will have all the time he needs to acquaint himself with his Mom II whilst he senses his Angel Mom with him always.

There WILL be photos to follow!

Thank you all, and Blessings to Everyone!

Barbara and QM Rose

The Neighborly Royals

and Our New Neighbor

Gentleman Cat Beau

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Gentleman Cat Beau and his New Forever Home

Gentleman Beau will be living with Our Neighbour, Barbara Shephard, who has been longing for a pet!

When she still lived with her parents, she told me, she routinely had several random canines AND felines share her bed with her!

Barbara is Disabled, and as such finds herself home bound much of the time.

When I "introduced" her to Beau online, and spoke of his Mom Cathy having passed from her Earthly Pains to live with Our Lord, Barbara remarked that Cathy was young (younger than either one of us, by a few years) and "just starting out in life".

We did discuss how it may take Beau time, weeks perhaps to acclimate himself to his new home and New Adoptive Momma, but as I know from experience, Barbara is the soul of patience!

While in the hospital first last year, and then again this past January, Barbara came over, well, several times, to check on the Royals, take out their precious Temptations and feed them to all three Royals one at a time.

For Brutus? THAT is remarkable! He insists I serve them by the Texas Handful!

AHOY!

The pirate speaks,"Ahoy!! Welcome Aboard Our Ship, T' Royal Pain-in-the-Arses!

This be Our first Meow Like a Pirate Day, and it be takin' forever for Old Queen Mum t' write t' all our Pirate Furriends, Egads!

May we offer you some refreshments? A Drink or perhaps a bite t' eat? Aye! You have many visits t' make today! Thank you for your company!

Smooth sailin', and Remember! Grog Responsibly!

Cap'n Brutus

t'Wench Emo Mari

Queen Emily and

T' Old Queen Mum, Rose "

Our thanks to Mom Jan of Jan's Funny farm for Our graphic, Aye!

~~~ To Our Sister, Cathy and her Gentleman Cat, Beau ~~~

We met you on The Daily Kitten, and continued your furriendshio as a Fuzz Family Member on Cat's Cat of the Day

Beau shared the most inspired messages on his Sunday Sermons, and although we seldom commented - we are now pretty much lurkers, but we know you understand - we looked forward to them, because they refreshed our soul, and comforted us. Mostly, they refreshed and reminded us in the Awesome Power which is God's, through His Son Jesus Christ.

You rest in Our Lord's Arms today, Cathy.

Soon we will have our

"Fuzz Family Reunion", and all our "Fuzzbabies" will be our guests of Honour!

Until then, rest peacefully in the Presence of the Holy Spirit.

Brutus

Marigold

Emily

and

"QM" Rose



Post Labor Day

I'm very sorry for startling some of you on Saturday, but I woke to disturbing news; news I did not think could be resolved or repaired, and I was, to say the least, in Deep Mourning. 
Friends are very special Beings, because God only allocates so very precious Few of them to us, over a Lifetime!
Well, be that as it may, we were touched and saddened that we caused such an uproar in a time meant to celebrate the Lady and Kitty behind The Cat Blogosphere.
We Never meant to Steal Anyone's Thunder! (QM's old Theatre Manager Lingo-need to know it's meaning? Leave a comment! We'll get right back to you!)

QM has seen more Labor Day Holidays come and go than She is willing to admit to here.  It was in one comment, on The Island Cats' Blog, that She realised what Labor Day actually is.

"Here’s a little secret from Your Yankee Royals…iffen a certaim Politikal Partee has it’s way, “Labor Day” will become Extinct!! YES!! See, Labor Day was meant to celebrate Workers’ Rights and Safety, and the Workers formed “Unions”. Well, there are those Hoomins who are greedy for the green papers, so many they could never spend them in Our Nine Lives, that they will break down these Hoomin Unions. And then, No safety for Our Hoomins, No fair working hours for Our hoomins…No fair green papers for our hoomins…Sad…If Our hoomins suffer, We suffer…that’s just Our opinion on things, as we’re not Really Royal, after all...


We do wish you all a good-what’s left of the Day Off Wherever You Are!!

Oh and pee ess…QM was “having a moment” over the week-end…we ain’t goin’ no wheres…

If ya need Us, just gotta holla!

Rose and the

NJ Street 'Hood Royals
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