Food Lady/Dude of the Yeer Award

...And the winner is!

2007-01-31T11:14:00.000-08:00

This was a vary vary hard kontest to judje. Thare were so many grate entreez, and after I red evry wun of them, I was reddy to vote that one as the winner. Qwite a few made my eyes leek, and they made the Food Lady's eyes leek, and Mr Tasty Face's, too. Make shur yoo all show yer entreez to yer Food Ladeez/Doods/Peepul so they can see just how grate they are!

I got the ideyuh for this kontest win I red abowt Lewis the Cat's Food Lady, Ruth Cisero. She's the wun hoo was reddy to go to jale to keep Lewis frum being condemmed to deth. She was vary brave (and qwite frankly, the Avon Lady dezervd to be attakt for coming into Lewis' yard uninvitid). Anyway, I was thinking of giving Ruth Cisero an award bak win I red abowt Lewis, but then I thot that all of my frends have GRATE Food Ladeez, and thare's probly a Ruth Cisero in thare sumware. So that's how this kontest startid.

This yeer, the nominayshuns razed $180 to be given to Libby Marie's Mom, Brandi's Mom and Oreo's Mom. They eech got $60 --- not a hole lot, but we wunted to let them know that they have frends in the blogosfeer hoo care abowt them.

Finulists were selektid by populer vote, and then a committey of me, my big bruther Mao, Rocky and Trip choze the Grand Prize Winner.

Anyway, to git to the winners.....!

FINULISTS
We ended up with SIX finulists insted of five frum over three hundred votes cast. Three of the finulists had the same number of votes. The six finulists are:

Eech of theeze finulists gits thare choice of a Skeezix the Cat Wall Kalinder OR a morfing Skeezix mug.

WILD CARD WINNER
Next, thare was a wild card winner. This entrey was chozin at randum frum the non-finulists, and wins:

Sponsership of a Best Frends Cat in yoo or yer Food Lady/Dude's name AND
Choice of eether a Skeezix the Cat Morfing Mug or 2007 Skeezix the Cat Kalinder

And the wildcard winner is: Dragonheart's Hyoomans!

GRAND PRIZE WINNER
Choozing frum the finulists was reely reely tuff. Eech of theeze Food Peepul was extrodinery in thare own ways. One-eyed Stevie's Dad is owt to save the werld, one cat or Santa at a time. He's amazing, and a reely wunderful persun. Lux's Fuddy Duddy Food Dude reeminds me so much of Mr Tasty Face, it's unkanny. Deb Taylor is an amazing saver of cats, inclooding helping to save owr best frend, the intrepid reeporter, KC. Kimo and Sabi submitted the best nominayshun --- it was reely nicely done, with lots of good pikchurs, and it told evrything abowt thare Mommakitty hoo is anuther wunderful persun with a huge hart. Merlin's Daddy is a superstar for letting Merlin git a baby bruther (LT, hoo was heroikly reskyood by Bubbles' and Mrs B's ladey), and of korse Libby Marie Riley's mom hoo werked so hard to save Libby's life and to let her know in her last days how much she was loved.

In the end, we choze the winner as the nominee hoo got twice as many (yes, twice as many) votes as the 2nd place finisher. Aside frum the fakt that we wunted the winner to reflekt the voters' wishes, the winner was sumwun we'd love to have as a persun, and hoo imbodeez the very best of Food Lady/Dudehood. This nominee got votes frum all over the blogosfeer (not just like ten votes frum all the cats in his howse), many times more comments than any other nominayshun, and the cat hoo nominaytid him took the time to comment on neerly evry singul nominayshun (wich I haven't even bin abul to do yet). And ultimitly, the thing that deesided it for us was the foto in the nominayshun: it was just the sweetist thing, and also providid inkontrovertibul proof that this food dude has a vary tasty face, wich is an importunt part of being a good Food Dude.

So as yoo may have gest by now, Skeezix the Cat's Food Dude of the Yeer Award goze to Luxor's Fuddy Duddy Food Dude. Congratulayshuns! He wins:

A "Food Lady/Food Dude of the Yeer Award" Trofeey
$50 Amazon Gift Sertifikit
Sponsership of a Best Frends Cat in yoo or yer Food Lady/Dude's name
Whirly-bird Cat Toy for the cat hoo nominaytid yoo

I'd also like to aknolidje One-Eyed Stevie's Dad as the runnerup. We'll send Stevie a Whirly-bird Cat Toy.

HONERUBUL MENSHUNS
Two nominees came vary vary close to being finulists and shood by salooted, too: Jeter Harris' Dad and Danielle, hoo saved the Rode Ilund Kitteez (inclooding Kismet's new sister, Sophie). Sorry, yoo don't git prizes but, as a Yankee fan, Jete' shood know -- thare's always next yeer!

Thanks to evrywun hoo partisipaytid! I wish I cood have givin owt big prizes to evry single persun!

Qwik Links to Nomineez

2007-01-01T15:38:00.000-08:00

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Roolz and stuff are heer.

NOMINAYSHUNS KLOZED 12/18. Yoo can still add nominayshuns, but it may take a day or two to git them added to the ballot.

The Nominees are:

2006-12-21T08:01:00.000-08:00

I am nominating my mommy (connie aka: the purple blogging princess) for the Food Lady of the Yeer Award.

My name is: Henry... furrends call me hank

I luffs my mommy so much! she feeds me an luffs me and pets me and cleans my litter box hugs me and i sleep on her footsies and pounce on em and put da bitey on em and she still luffs me!

so pweeeze vote for her!

Link to my blog or Catster profile: http://henrys-deep-thoughts.blogspot.com/

Always our Food lady of the year

2006-12-20T05:46:00.000-08:00

I am nominating my Mom (Amber) for the Food Lady of the year Award.

Our names are: Scooby (Scoobythecat) & Jamesie (Snoodleroo)

Scooby says:
My Mom is my Food Lady of the year because she saved me. I was a wild kitten who got captured by the vet people, very scary. My soon to be Mom was at the vet's office because my sister Crystal was sick. They went out of the room and Mommy had to put Crystal to sleep because she couldn't ever get any better. The nurse thought that Mom might want to meet me so she took me in the room and handed me to Mom. Mom had been crying so hard and I could feel that her heart was breaking so I cuddled with her. I purred as hard as I could so she would feel better. She was so sad! After a little while, Mom started to rub my back and ears. I stood up so we could play and I got distracted and licked her fingers instead. My Mom showed me what kind of person she was right then because she asked the nurse about my situation. They told her all about me and she rubbed me some more and then she asked how much it would cost to take me home! She was going to take me with her! The vet kept me overnight so they could fix me and give me my shots but I was scared she wouldn't come back. But the next morning Mom came and got me! She had little tears in her eyes and said she had missed me tons! She talked to me and rubbed me and told me I have a family now! She is the greatest Mom a kitten could ever have! She even tells me about my sister Crystal, she still cries a little so I lick her tears away and tell her I love her too! I am proud to say that she is my MOM!

Jamesie says:
My Mom is my Food Lady of the year. She is my friend, Mom, playmate, toy finder, water & food dish filler, teeth & fur brusher, medicine giver, pillow, blanket washer, litter box cleaner (bad job but she does it anyway), door opener (to go out and play), nip buyer, and did I mention my friend? She loves me tons. She talks to me (& Scooby) about her life and listens to us when we need her. She might not understand "MEOW" but she still listens. She is always there when I need her and she will walk beside me outside. She held my paw through Crystal's illness and eventual death. We both hurt together is what she said. Crystal loved her too! Mom would let Crystal sleep under the covers tucked right against her side all night! Crystal drooled and she had bad breath but Mom just didn't care. That is the kind of person she is. She is everything a cat would ever want or need in a human parent. She has a very large heart and feels others feelings too. She will cry for someone who is hurting and she laughs at herself later about that, but it is a good quality. That is what makes me love her so much. So I am also proud to call her MOM!

Link to my blog or Catster profile:
http://scoobythecat.blogspot.com Scooby
http://snoodleroo.blogspot.com Jamesie

Fo

2006-12-19T13:32:00.000-08:00

I am nominating my mommy for the Food Lady of the Yeer Award.

My name: Ariel

My mom got me at a pet shop when I was just 8 weeks old.I was in a very large dark cage all alone.When mommy pass by she thought the cage was empty yet she heard a soft mewing and gently tapped the cage.Then when I came out from the back of the cage. I was so small and cute mommy fell in love with me right away.The man at the pet shop wanted mommy to look at the other kittens yet mommy said she made her choice.

She paid the man and took me home.When we got home mommy carried me in a little pouch she handmade cause I was so little she was afraid of stepping on me.Yet mommy also noticed something esle I was so skinny and my fur looked matted.She took me to the vet the very next day.When the vet looked at me he sighed (not a good sign) anyway he examine me and told mommy had I had a bad case of earmites and a very servere stomach parasite.He said he could treat the earmites yet cause of my wheight 3 pounds he was very worried about the parasite. He gave mommy some medicine yet no garantees that I would make it. Mommy was sad yet she look at me and swore she'd wouldn't let me die. She took me home and gave me the medicine. She slept with me on her chest all night long on the couch. She brought a special kitten milk,She rubbed my swollen tummy.Mommy gave me the love and attention that horrible pet shop didn't.

She is the reason I'm alive today beacause she didn't give up I'm now a very healthy 4 year old cat...Thanks Mommy I love you Ariel

Ariel's Blog: http://lifethroughacatseyes.blogspot.com/

I (Merlin) nominate my Daddy

2006-12-19T09:09:00.000-08:00

I am nominating for the Food Dude of the Year: My DADDY.

My name is Merlin.

I love my Mommy.

My Mommy loves me!

She even quit her job to stay home with me for a while. She says she didn't, but I think she really did. We had lots of fun, playing and cuddling. So even though she just got a temp-hor-hairy job and isn't home during the day anymore, we had a really good time. She gives me treats, and throws my Fishie, and feeds me and kisses me and tells me she loves me.

You might think, what a good Mommy! Surely Merlin is nominating his Mommy for Food Lady of the Year...

BUT I nominate my Daddy, and that is for this reason:

He's letting me get a brother!!! I'm getting a BROTHER! I'm so excited about my BROTHER!

That is all.

Link to my blog: http://www.merlinsmeows.blogspot.com

The Woman Is Not A Food Dood, But Close Enought

2006-12-18T20:41:00.000-08:00

I am nominating The Woman for the Food Peepul of the Yeer Award.

My name is: Max (aka Psychokitty)

Why I am nominating her:

She has opposable thumbs
She buys the right kind of Stinky Goodness
She has a rather large and comfortable lap
The inside of her nose smells really skanky, and I like that
One time, at band camp...
She almost always follows the rules, which say if a kitty is good when the people are having dinner the kitty gets a tiny taste when they're done
She hardly ever yells
If a kitty is sick, the kitty can throw up on her clothes and she doesn't get mad
She never expects me to share my food, even if she's good while I'm eating
She warns me before she turns on the sucky monster
I have never seen her eat a booger
I did hear her talk about eating an Oreo, and I freaked out a little, until I realized she meant a cookie and not THE Oreo.
When I bit her that time, she didn't drop kick me across the room
When I bit her that other time, she didn't bet me into a bloody pulp
When I was so sick and they all thought I was going to die, she curled up on the closet for with me and whispered that I needed to get better, because I had a bajrillion friends who were pulling for me, plus her life wouldn't be as nice without me in it.

And that's why I'm nominating her, and I hope I'm not too late, but if I am that's ok. She might just think she was special or something if she won.

Max

My Man... Mine!

2006-12-18T20:30:00.000-08:00

I am nominating my man for the Food Dude of the Yeer Award.
By Bonnie Underfoot

I was just a little kitten when I was suddenly whisked away from my litter! Some strange woman tried to squeeze me and strangled me and yelped when I scratched and bit her. Who was she to try to hold me while the whole world moved past? Finally I escaped to safety under the seat.

The world stopped moving and got rather quiet, except for two voices; the woman shrieking about dragging me out from my safe place, and a comforting male voice, so soothing… soothing… HEY! Lulled by his voice, I was snatched unsuspecting out from under the seat. The shrieking, squeezing woman carried me into a strange, cluttered room and dropped me on a bed. Freedom at last!

…Or not. The smallest boy I’d ever met began shouting, “Kit-ty, kit-ty, kit-ty!” and trying to grab me. I dove for cover under the bed. I located the exact center of the bed and hunkered down to wait for my tormentors to leave. Instead, the woman returned and scolded the boy. Then she began cooing, “Here, kitty, kitty, come here, kitty,” and even spoke to me in baby talk. Sensible feline that I am, I stayed where I was, safe with the dust bunnies.

Later, I heard that soothing male voice again. And other good sounds… food pouring into a dish; litter sliding into a litter box… food… litter box… oh, I couldn’t stay beneath the bed forever.

So I ventured out into my new territory. I have found the woman to be annoying but useful. The boy… is mostly annoying, but I’ve trained him to fear and respect me. The man is by far my favorite. While they terrified me, squeezed me and hurt my ears, he brought me food, a litter box, and his quiet, soothing voice.

To this day, my man provides the best computer chair, a damp towel full of his scent, and the best belly rubs only when I desire them. That’s why he’s mine, all mine, and the best food dude in the world.

Visit my blog or my Catster profile.

Owr Majikal Grandma. -By Rosie and Cheeto

2006-12-18T20:00:00.000-08:00

We are nominating Owr Majikal Grandma for the Food Lady of the Yeer Award.
By Rosie and Cheeto

We luv owr fud lady but today we are going to write in honur of owr fud lady's lady, owr grandma. She has these amazingly majicullie superpowers and that's why she's fud lady of the yeer!

Turns Papur Into Fud
When owr lady was in collej she didn't have a mr. werk who wuld put fud in the cat dishes. That's whare owr grandma came in. She wuld male these pieces of paper to owr lady who wuld "cash" them and whoaaa, thare was fud in owr cat dishes!!!

With One Luk, She Makes One Big Happie Familie

When I, Cheeto, was living with my lady she didn't even think of bringing anothur kittie to live with me. Than she met rosie and saw how sweet and innocent she was...when grandma saw Rosie she gave my lady the luk and what do you know, we turned into one big happie familie!

The Nevurending Fud Bowl

No matter how hard we try owr fud bowl is nevur empty when Grandma is arownd. We culd eat all day and majically the fud keeps coming. Owr lady says it has sumthing to do with grandma's Italiyun jeans, but weve nevur seen hur ware denim!

Link to Rosie and Cheeto's blog: http://roroandcheesehead.blogspot.com/

She put me on a diet, but I still love her...

2006-12-18T18:39:00.000-08:00

I am nominating for the Food Lady/Dude/Peepul of the Yeer Award.

My name/Our names are: Sassafras, Polka Dot, Furman Dexter, Phoebe, and Melissa. Our nominee's name is Mindy. The picture is of her wearing her Crab Hat and sitting with Furman.

Our Mommy rescued us all and she loves us to pieces, that is why we are nominating her. She found me (Sassafras) in the pound thirteen years ago and it was love at first site. I clawed up her loveseat and she never said a word. Next, she liberated Polka Dot from a dirty basement
that smelled like pee pee, Furman Dexter just showed up at the back door, and Phoebe did too. Phoebe was wild wild wild, but Mommy sat with her every day and read her Harry Potter books until she got used to her voice, and now Phoebe sleeps on her head. Melissa came into the family when Mommy was a little girl, and they were like sisters. Our Mommy is so patient she didn't even get mad when Phoebe tinkled in some places she shouldn't have, she just trained her where to go. She brings us stuff to sniff from the outdoors since we aren't allowed to go out. Seashells, bird feathers, leaves, sticks and flowers. She buys us all kinds of toys when she can, even when things are tight. She makes sure we eat the best foods and nurses us when we feel sick. Furman Dexter had a big surgery this year and Mommy sat by his cage at the vet every day and held his paw. Mommy always makes sure the radio is on when she leaves the house so we can dance all day. She also makes sure to feed the birds and squirrels so we can have kitty tv. Mommy doesn't only love us kitties, she loves all animals and bugs. Mommy made us pages on catster and we got to meet all kinds of beautiful kitty furrends and humans. xxxooo, Sassafras

Link to my blog or Catster profile: http://www.catster.com/pet_page.php?i=234073&j=t

Lucky Boo's FLOTY Nomination

2006-12-18T17:45:00.000-08:00

I am nominating my Food Lady for the Food Lady/Dude/Peepul of the Yeer Award.

My name/Our names are: My name is Lucky Boo and my Food Lady's name is Heather. She's also the Food Lady of my siblings Sir Thomas, Dutch, Luna, and Sindri.

I don’t know how my Food Lady (a.k.a. Mommy) grew up to be so different than the Food Lady and Food Dude who came before her (a.k.a. my Grandparents), but each day I am thankful for their differences. I found my Food Lady 13 years ago, when she was only 10 years old. She lived on a lonely dirt road, and I wandered up to her while she was out for a walk with her parents. Her parents told her she could keep me as long as she understood that she was giving up the opportunity to own a purebred puppy of her choice. She gladly accepted, and I became known as Lucky Boo.

In the family my Food Lady was born into, pets are just animals. They aren’t cherished family members. So imagine my relief when I realized that my Food Lady was different. She has always had a connection with animals and has always believed them to be in many ways equal to humans, all deserving of compassion, comfort, and love. While her parents were content having a dog outside guarding the house, my Food Lady wanted to make sure that dog always had a decent quality food, some fun toys to play with, and a nice soft bed (inside the house, nonetheless) to sleep in.

Over the years, as my Food Lady grew older, she began to see that I didn’t have an easy life under her care. I lived outside, per her parents’ orders, and I survived some bizarre injuries. I was bitten by a snake, and I even almost got decapitated by a garage door. Lucky, she began to realize, was quite an appropriate name for me. But when I was 12, I started facing the most serious afflictions ever: Feline Leukemia and Feline Infectious Peritonitis. My Food Lady had been away at college for a couple of years, and I’d stayed behind with her parents. I was still an outside cat. When I started to have seizures, my Food Lady came to my rescue. She and I were always close and very bonded, so she was devastated to find out that I might not be around much longer. My Food Lady decided to give me the best care. Her Food Dude (a.k.a. her Dad, my Food GrandDude) had taken me to the vet, saying he didn’t want to spend much money on me, the old, worn-out cat. He does love me, but it's just not the same with him as it is with my Food Lady. The vet wanted to have me put to sleep, saying I wouldn’t survive more than a few weeks, but my Food Lady wouldn’t have that.

She hauled me off to college with her, and I became a spoiled rotten indoor kitty. I had fancy new toys, new beds, super premium food, and even a water fountain with fresh, flowing water. I also had a new vet. My Food Lady said this new vet was the best in the area, and she was right. Even though I had a lot of great new things, I also had a few new problems. I started to throw up a lot, and I also started missing the litter box. But my Food Lady accepted these negatives as new challenges. Because my Food Lady was willing to put a little effort and money into my care, I am still alive and relatively healthy. My Food Lady has done everything in her power to make my life more comfortable, pleasant, and healthy. I take two pills twice a day, but my Food Lady has even made that process an easy one by getting me some Pill Pockets. They are treats that mask the awful taste of pills, and I love them. She even got me a stroller because I missed going outside so much! Every time I get sick, whether it be with seizures, a urinary problem, or a cold, my Food Lady schedules a vet visit for me. She doesn't even complain when she has to clean up after me when I throw up or miss the box. She has made the commitment to take good care of me because I have given her so much love and companionship over the years.

We have watched each other grow up, and now as she watches me grow old and develop medical problems, it saddens her. I know she wishes that we kitties could live as long as humans, but that’s just not the way things are. Besides, there are lots of kitties in need of loving homes, and if we all lived nearly a century, so many more cats would be homeless or in shelters. I am no longer a robust, young cat, and to my Food Lady it seems like the changes in my health took place overnight.

We are both lucky that I am still here, eight months after receiving my diagnoses, and we cherish every moment that we have together. This past year has been a rocky one, but also one of the sweetest because my Food Lady and I have spent almost every waking moment with each other. I only hope we will have another year together. I am not the only cat in my Food Lady’s life; there are five of us, and we each come with a unique and incredible story of devotion, respect, courage, and most importantly, love.

Link to my blog or Catster profile: http://www.catster.com/?322500

MY MAMA IS MY LOVE

2006-12-18T15:16:00.000-08:00

I am nominating for the Food Lady/Dude/Peepul of the Yeer Award.

My name/Our names are: Sigmond Bartholemew, mamas name is Lisa...She is the one in the picture on the left, with her dad in the middle and her oldest brother on the right

I nomnate my mama because she is the most terrific mama of all time. She found catster on the puter and then put me in there. she did add my sisters but anyways, about my mama. she has been in my life since i was a little baby, yes i was little once. MOL. My mama is always kissing me and telling me how much she loves me. she is always getting me things i really like. she always gives me my kitty pot and i dont even have to do anything but sit and look at her and she just cant resist my cute looks. i think she is just so sweet, kind, loving and caring. she has always taken care of me even when she isnt feeling well. she lets me do whatever i want, i do get into trouble sometimes and mama gets mad, but she never stays mad at me, because she just loves me so much. she says i am her favorite boy. she says she will ALWAYS ALWAYS be my mama and i love her so much for her just being her.

Link to my blog or Catster profile: http://www.catster.com/pet_page.php?j=t&i=349910

and http://sigmondb.bravehost.com/

Food Lady of the Yeer Award

2006-12-18T13:43:00.000-08:00

We are nominating for the Food Lady of the Yeer Award.

Our names are: Pandora and Charlie, the Britcats, and we wants to nominate our Mama!!

Pandora: I have to have nasty medicine when I'm sick and she buys me special delishus prawns to take my medicine with. Then she opens the capsool and stirs the medicine into the prawns. She does this every day when I needs the medicine.

Charlie: My mum is fab! I only likes Go-Cat Indoor Cat wiff greens 'cos it stops me hurling furballs. But no one in our district sells it, so Mum goes to anuvver store miles 'n' miles away and buys me lots at a time so's I always got some.

Pandora: My Mama pertects me from Charlie and looks after me when I have a nasty turn with my insides. She makes sure I get rest after an attack.

Charlie: I loves my Mum even though she has started using the water bottle on me. I'm ever so naughty, but she still loves me.

Pandora: see? Lots of reasons to nominate our Mama. She even pulls the mats out of my fur without hurting me.

Charlie and Pandora: Mum took us in when no one else wanted us!

Link to our blog: http://www.britcats.blogspot.com

My Food Lady

2006-12-18T12:24:00.000-08:00

I am nominating for the Food Lady of the Yeer Award.

My Meowm, Rhonda (this is Junior speaking)

My Meowm is purrty wonderful! She gave me a furrever home after I had been at Rocky Mountain Siamese Rescue for 2 years! She brought me home and has loved me even though in the beginning I bit her quite a few times.

She spoils me almost every month with a new toy. I get to sleep where ever I want and I can jump up on any counter. She feeds me stinky goodness every morning and evening and I get a little bit of crunchy food left out all the time. She says this is to help keep my teeth healthy! I get treats too! She plays with the wand toy with me and she tosses my catnip mice to me. She bought me a great Millie bed that I love! She lets me keep her company in the human litter box room and lets me play in the water in that big tub thingy...even whe she is in there! And she is taking me on a road trip so I won't be alone for Christmas and I get to meet my Uncle bean!

All this and we haven't even been together for a year (although it is very close)!

My Meowmy also donates to the Siamese Rescue when she can and she just bought some material to make snuggly blankets for some rescue kitties here in our home town!

I just love my Meowm!

Link to my blog or Catster profile: http://juniorbabee.blogspot.com/

Thanks for reading my story!

Junior

The Mom that Lives Here is my FLOTY

2006-12-18T11:40:00.000-08:00

I am nominating the Mom that Lives Here for the Food Lady of the Yeer Award.

My name is Jesse
I am nominating The Mom that Lives Here for FLOTY. She is my momma and I luvs her!

Here are my "Monday 13" reasons why.

She feeds me. I like Purina Indoor Kitty Formula. It tastes good. She always makes sure there is some in the bowl. Even if it's not time to eat!
She chose me! When me and Dazey were borned, she wuz only going to take Dazey. Then she looked at me and decided I needed to come live wif her and Dazey. I'm so glad she did!
She let us join Friends of Skeezix on Catster. He's a great friend!
She let us get our own blog! It's called Cyclone Cats, on account we live near Iowa State University.
She lets me go outside! On my leash of course!
6. She cleans up my cat yak when I eats my breakfast to fast. And she hardly never complains!

7. She lets me sleep in the bathroom closet where she keeps her clean towels. This is the only place where Conner can't get me and she respects my need to get away from him.

8. She brushes me! I loves to be brushed! We sits on the couch and she brushes and brushes and brushes! It makes me purrrrrr.

9.She recognizes my Princess Status. Took her a while but she finally agreed that I'm a princess and should be referred to as "Princess Jesse" or "Pretty Princess".

10. She helped Dazey, Conner, the 2 legged kitten and me sponsor Judah from Best Friends for Christmas.

11. She lets me sleep on top of the computer monitor any old time I wanna.

12. She opens windows for me when it's nice outside.

13. The very last reason that my Mom that Lives Here should be Food Lady of the Year: SHE LOVES ME! VERY MUCH!

Link to my blog or Catster profile: http://dazeyjesseconner.blogspot.com/

Midnight Nominates ML

2006-12-18T09:04:00.000-08:00

I am nominating Mary Lynn (ML) for the Food Lady of the Yeer Award.

My name is Midnight and I'd like to nominate a very special Lady for this Award. She goes by "ML" and is the purrson who takes care of KC, Missy Blue Eyes and Bear, the woofie. Bear, being a senior woofizen, requires lots of care and ML sure does love and care for her - she even cooks special meals for Bear because Bear has very few teethies left. Everybody who knows Missy knows that Missy would have purrfurred to be an only cat, but ML took in little KC, without ever even meeting her, and gave her a home. When little KC was so sick, ML was so sad and upset over almost losing her precious little kitty, but she was most upset because little KC had been on pain medication that wasn't even for kitties and wasn't working. The thought of her little angel hurting made her loving mommy very, very upset. ML has also donated to help every kitty and human pet in the Catblogosphere that has been in need - usually more than once. She really wants to help every kitty in need, and tries every way she can. What most of you probably don't know is that she has a kitty family outside that she's set up a winter shelter for. There's a mommy, daddy, and two tuxie kittens. ML has been feeding them, sheltering them, and has been trying to get them to trust her so she can get them good vet care and forever homes. We love ML and we think you should vote for her for Food Lady of the Year!

Midnight: www.grrmidnightcocoa.blogspot.com

Jake & Spot Nominate Karen C.

2006-12-18T08:55:00.000-08:00

Hey this is Jake and Spot here. We were thinking about nominating our mommy but we thought that we would nominate someone else. We are going to nominate someone who we think really deserves it. This mommy has three kitties of her own. We all know how expensive and time consuming we can be. Yet this food lady takes so much time and money to help other kitties. She has helped some of our friends that were intruding at our house. Plus she has helped others. Without her there probably be some of our friends that would still be living who knows where. So I guess we will tell you who this person is, but first let me say there are many people we would like to nominate but we had to pick one. I don't want any of the people who are now new mommies to feel left out. All the people who rescued a kitty should have their own awards. Well we are here to nominate Karen C. - she is the servant of Grr, Midnight and Cocoa. She has been trying so hard to help out getting the lost kitties found. There are many happy kitties and beans alike because she has helped with the rescue effort. I know there are more people to nominate and we don't want them to feel unappreciated because they are not. Karen has really been there from the beginning, for all the ones she has helped. So we think that Grr, Midnight and Cocoa's servant should win the food lady award!

Jake: www.jakesworld.wordpress.com
Spot: www.spotsspot.wordpress.com

Dr. Kathleen Smith & Staff, Houston Cat Hospital

2006-12-18T08:33:00.000-08:00

I am nominating for the Food Lady/Dude/Peepul of the Yeer Award: Dr. Kathleen Smith & Staff, Houston Cat Hospital

My name/Our names are: Missy Blue Eyes

I am nomy-nating Dr. Kathleen Smith and her wonnerful, dedy-kated staff. They saved tha life of mine lil sisfur, KC.

KC 'n I are jus startin ta get to know each others. KC 'n Bear are like sisfurs, they stay together all tha time. I don't know hers as well, but I wuz reely skeered when she gotted back frum tha clinic affer hers lady surgery. She was furry, furry sick.

KC haffed eight abcesses that Dr. Smith removed, but during tha surgery, KC stopped breathing. Dr. Smith breathed fur hers, thru a tube in hers neck, till she could breath on her own. I don't fink most vets do that sort of fing. But Dr. Smith and her staff are extra-spes-shul.

Link to my blog: http://www.missyblueeyes.blogspot.com
Catster: http://www.catster.com/pet_page.php?i=394039&j=t

Icon Baxter Bentley's Tall Man

2006-12-18T08:31:00.000-08:00

I am nominating my Tall Man for the Food Lady/Dude/Peepul of the Yeer Award.

My name/Our names are: Icon Baxter Bentley

Top Ten reasons why my Tall Man is the best. Aside from the obvious one -- he adopted ME ;)

1. Before I came along he never thought he’d be a cat lover.
2. He has mastered the technique of brushing me. It takes two brushes to do this properly; a hard wire brush for my fur; and a soft brush as a “distraction” for me to rub my face on. I love love love to rub my face whiskers on something hard.
3. He doesn’t mind getting cat hair on his nice clothes.
4. We get to do “guy things” like fall asleep on the sofa or eat chicken in front of the TV. I usually fall asleep on his lap or perched behind his head on the back of the sofa.
5. He knows that I am more adorable than the girl cats and the kittens. Actually, he thinks everything I do is adorable (except for the crop circles). I get more attention from him then my sisters. It’s a guy thing.
6. When I am about to have a hairball he can get a paper towel or a news paper under me before you could count to three! He is amazingly fast!
7. Sometimes he will bring home new things such as a box or a package. New things on the floor are fun to sit on. If I really enjoy the new object and take lots of naps on he will leave it there for me to use (until mamma complains about it being out and covered in cat hair now). One time he let me sleep on his suitcase for almost a whole month before mamma MADE him put it away in the closet. He also got me a Christmas tree after reading my blog about how much I wanted one. (I promise not to pee in it!)
8. He thinks it’s adorable and special when I “squeak” for my dinner.
9. He doesn’t try to clean my ears (hate) or tickle my soft white belly like mamma will do on occasion.
10. He also doesn’t mind my sharp claws when I get so happy & make biscuits on him. When they get too sharp he has a nice technique to trim the sharp dagger like points without me getting upset.

Link to my blog or Catster profile:
http://www.iconthecat.com/blog
http://www.catster.com/pet_page.php?j=t&i=277096

Mom Robyn

2006-12-18T08:16:00.000-08:00

I am nominating for the Food Lady/Dude/Peepul of the Yeer Award.

My name/Our names are: Bear

I want to nomy-nate Mom Robyn. I kinda get ignored around Missy and KC, especially since I am older (17 in February) and haf ta rest a lots. Mom Robyn made me feel reely spee-shul. I didn't even haf ta ask.

She made me a Catizen an sended me a neat badge for my bloggie. Then she sended me a bee-you-tee-fol collar charm for Honorary Puddin 'n anuffer one wif a real cool stone that's healing for my old bones. Then, if all that weren't enough, she put me on a couple of pages of the Cat Friends Helping Friends Calendar (however, she did steal the photos from our bloggie).

Link to my blog or Catster profile: http://www.missyblueeyes.blogspot.com

Big Bad Baby Twinkle nominates hur Meowmie

2006-12-18T08:10:00.000-08:00

I am nominating my Meowmie "Ace" for the Food Lady/Dude/Purrson of the Yeer Award.

My name iz Big Bad Baby Twinkle:

i like to eet. Meowmie iz my favrit Foodie Purrson becuz she feeds me but duz not free-feed me or I would be an big as a Vee Dub by now. Wat she duzzint know iz dat I call Dominoze for Pounce pizzas as soon as Meowmie is owt da door and on her way to wirk evvry morning -- snort snort!!

Meowmie's name is ACE. She iz frum da Bronx but she don't live there ennymore.

When she was 14, she fowndid a liddle tiny kidden in da Bronx and naimed hur Pee Wee becuz she was sooo tiny. She raised Pee Wee using milk and pablum and a liddle dolls bottle. Ace was da kind of gurlie who usta fight and play baseball and go fishin' and all dat kinda stuff so she was kinda embarassed to hafta go to da store and ask for a doll bottul but da guy in da store he was very kind. So Ace raised Pee Wee and then da Big MEAN mama of Ace sed dat they wuz leevin da Bronx and Pee Wee cuddint come with them. Ace's Mama also sed Pee Wee would NOT be spayed. So Ace had to leeve PeeWee in da Bronx with a lady who let all her cats live in her bakk yard and none of them was fixed. Ace's heart was terribly BROKIN. Wenn Pee Wee died 4 years later, PeeWee came to say goodbye to Ace, even tho they were 300 miles apart. Frum then on Ace became a Spay/neuter and Humane Educashun advocate.

For the past ten years Ace has been sending out "Pet Care" packajis to peepul who take care of strays AND to peepul hoo need a LIDDLE more edducayshun on how to be KIND to aimals.

Now Ace uses the internet mostly and she has been able to recently help sumwun in annuder state, that she never met (ekksept over the phone), to get her 4 cats spayed and reskewed.

Ace is also one of dose peepul dat cats and dogs (and even 2 luvbirds) come up to to get reskewed. So now she carries a small but helful pet reskew kit with her wherever she goes. And LOTS of bizness cards that politely promote proper pet care.

Ace also took the Animals in Disasters courses (FEMA is NOT a bad wird!) and CERT training (on-line), CPR for hoomans AND animals (wunss she saved hur belovid Miss Princess kitty from choaking, and wunss she revived a drowndid ladybug-- dont laff) ; she awlso took De-fibrillator and NIMS traning (6 hour class). Why did she do these things? Just becuz she tries to be a responsibul citizen of da earth and she wants to do all she can while she is on dis earth.

Ace is just an ordinerry hooman beeing hoo beleeves dat Animals have gotten bad treetment for too meny yeerz and she iz dedicating herself to help edewcate peepul in a nice way. She thanks Pee Wee for much of this inspirayshun. She trooly beleevz dat "A Nation is known by the way it treats its animals". She awlso makes pin on buttons dat say things like "Spay and Neuter" and summa them also have pikshas of resekwed pets on them, or just funny sayings and she sends them to peepul hoo reskew animals so they can use em for fund raisers to make munny. She collekt cat and dog food cewponz and sends em to reskewers all over da nayshun.

Ace is on a tite budjit but she beleevs dat we are all here for wun anuther, so she duz da best she can.

Here's da link to my Catster profile: http://www.catster.com/pet_page.php?i=72054&j=t

You can see links to PeeWee and Princess and dat ***Laaady***, Cee Cee too.

Karen Chavez & Deb Taylor (by KC)

2006-12-18T06:38:00.000-08:00

I wanna nommynate fur the Food Lady/Dude/Peepul of the Yeer Award: Karen Chavez & Debra Taylor

My name is: KC

i hafs so many peoples in my life ta be thankful for, but two are the very most important. i talked to mommie about this and she agreed. i wouldn't be wif anyone today if'n it wasn't fur Karen Chavez and Deb Taylor.

if it wasn't fur Karen, nuffin else would matter, cause i wouldn't be here. period. i wuz jus minutes away from a one-way trip to tha back room, all cause i wuz little 'n skeered 'n i hissed. they's had jus broughted me in, off tha streets of LA. Karen came in to tha shelter -- on hers day off -- 'n effurrything changed. She held me and petted me 'n told me it would be okay. 'n it wuz.

Karen gotted in touch wif another angel, Debra Taylor, who spended days on tha phone 'n sending emails 'n doing lots of legal stuff to get me outta there. while Deb wuz takin cares of tha lawyer stuffs 'n makin all my travel plans, Karen would visit 'n sneak me foods 'n talk ta me.

Karen taked me to LAX fur my trip ta Houston (in Saturday traffic). 'n Deb comed by 'n gived my Mommie ML 'n Daddie Charley a ride to tha airport (in Saturday traffic) so's they could spend tha long drive home cuddlin wif me.

I wish effurry little lost kitten could have angels like Karen and Deb.

signed...KC D Sherwood
(named in honor of Karen Chavez and Debra Taylor)

pee ess: Most peoples don't know i haffed a middle name, but i's writed it on my papers a few days affer i gotted ta Houston. it's to honor Deb, and it jus be "D" fur Dee.

Link to my blog or Catster profile: http://www.missyblueeyes.blogspot.com/
Catster: http://www.catster.com/cats/381786

Dr. Smith is the BESTest!

2006-12-18T05:54:00.000-08:00

I am nominating Dr. Kathleen Smith of the Houston Cat Hospital for the Peepul of the Yeer Award.

My name is Pepi.

It may be kinda weird to nommynate somebody that I nefur even met, but I reely wanted to. See, even tho I live in Furginia and that's a long long way from Houston, I fink Dr. Smith is the bestest. And she's a V-E-T! So you know she's gotta be speshul for me to think she's the bestest.

Why? Cuz Dr. Smith saved our furriend KC! Our furriend KC lives in Houston, and she got furry sick from an infection after her girly surgery. We was all furry worried for her and purred for her a LOT. KC's Mommy took her to see Dr. Smith and Dr Smith dided surgeries on KC to get rid of all the infekshun. But poor lil KC had a ree-akshun to the sleepin stuff and she stopped breathing! That is NOT good, like we all know. But Dr. Smith is furry good and furry determined, so she did an emergency trake-ee-awtomy and she breathed for KC til KC could breathe for herself again. Wasn't that GREAT??? Me and my sisfurs are all so happy Dr. Smith is such a super duper V-E-T. And Dr. Smith helped KC get all better.

Well, I finks KC is furry cute even tho she's another girl and I got girl kitties all over the place around here. So I thoughted it was impawtent to nommynate Dr. Smith fur savin KC cuz that was a GRATE thing to do. Fanks for savin our furriend Dr. Smith!

PURRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Pepi the Hunter

Link to my blog: Hot(M)BC

Our lifesaver, Debra Taylor

2006-12-18T05:17:00.000-08:00

I am nominating Debra Taylor for the Food Lady/Dude/Peepul of the Yeer Award.

Our names are Grace, Audace, and Ruse.

When I, Grace, was about 10 months old, I gave birth to four beautiful kittens, but not everyone appreciated us. We were all taken to the animal shelter in Houston when my beautiful babies were four days old, but those meanies were going to destroy my babies because they were too young to feed themselves. I was there, and I was feeding them, but that didn't seem to matter. Anyway, Godmother Deb heard about us and raced to the animal shelter to get me and my babies. She and her family kept us in her house in Houston until we were old enough to find forever homes. After much advertising and blogging, all of which showed some gorgeous photos of me and my darlings, Deb found two someones who wanted us. She drove me and two of my babies (Pete and Foster, renamed Audace and Ruse) to Marilynn's house north of Houston. My two other babies (Brutus and Marigold) went to live with Rose and Emily in New Jersey; Godmother Deb made arrangements for them to fly there in style where Rose picked them up.

Godmother Deb is truly an angel and a lifesaver -- in fact, she saved all five of our lives and found the BEST forever homes for me and my darlings. All that last-minute (and later, planned) driving in the terrible Houston traffic was nothing short of heroic. She could see immediately how beautiful we all were (and are!), and that none of us should be "put to sleep" for silly reasons.

We all love you, Godmother Deb. We and our human servants bless you daily.

Link to my blog or Catster profile: http://graceandkittens.blogspot.com

Our mewmie Hope the food lady and tasty ears

2006-12-18T04:54:00.000-08:00

I am nominating for the Food Lady/Dude/Peepul of the Yeer Award.

Cali, Snickers, Tempest, Lady:

We lov out mewmie so much that we want to nominate her for food lady of the year award. She is so dedicated every morning that she gets up on schedule to feed us. We get all sorts of good things like dry food, wet food beef, chicken, and salmon. She often makes us some fresh fish and we get tuna out of the can too. She loves us and works so hard to keep us happy. Mewmie has never been nominated for anything and we would be happy if she won and and happy if if didnt happen. She thinks about us before herself. She buys our foods and meds before she does for herself. She tells us that we are her life and we are so happy to have her as our mewmie. We all have gone through some scarey times in our kitty lives and if it was not for our mewmie rescueing us then we would either be dead or scared outside by ourselves. Please read our catster pages for our stories. Mewmie is out savior and we thank the lord everyday we have her. She has a big heart and would help any cat that needs help. We are also looking for a newsister too :) Our Mewmie is the best mewmie and food lady in the whole wide world. *meow*

www.catster.com/?229389 Cali
www.catster.com/?227381 Tempest
www.catster.com/?227396 Snickers
http://www.catster.com/?325800 Our Mewmie is in the red sweater. She is sitting on the left.

Nominating Daddy bean

2006-12-18T04:22:00.000-08:00

Angie and Beau Beau am nominating Daddy Bean for the Food Lady/Dude/Peepul of the Yeer Award.

Mine Mommy was the one who found me coz she had a dream bout finding me but my Daddy is extra speshul to me an Beau Beau. If it wasn't for him then we wouldn't even have had a speshul home to come home to.

First, Daddy found my brofur, Beau Beau. Then when Beau Beau settled in Mommy came to get me. Daddy at first didn't want to haf two cats coz he nefur did that before. But once he saw Mom holding me he asked her if she really wanted me to come home wif them. He got the paperwork going and put me in the car and brought me home.

Now that I've been here a year I know that Daddy is a speshul guy. The bestest fing of all is that he lets me sleep on the bed in between his and Mommy's pillow in my own speshul place. He sacrifices breathing almost acoz I finks he is allergic to mine hair. He doesn't breathe to good sometimes when I'm around him to much but he still lets me sleep there.

As for feeding us he is the one who gets up in the morning when we ask him to at 5:30 without complaint (and he is a complaining kind of guy). When our food supply gets low he makes sure that he takes Mommy shopping with him and then he buys us the bestest kind of food there is for us again without complaining about the cost. Then, even more importantly he makes sure that our bathroom boxes are always cleaned every day and he even sweeps up after me when I kick all the litter out of my box.

Playtime wif Daddy is fun too since he gets home first he makes sure we get some play time with our fev-vers even before he has to do all his ofur chores.

Most importantly of all is that he makes sure Mommy is happy and he is happy then we are all happy togefur in our furever home.

Here's a link to our virtual home: http://www.swicks.blogspot.com

Mommakitty is the Bestest Food Lady!

2006-12-18T03:01:00.000-08:00

Why Our Mommakitty Should Be "Food Lady of the Yeer"
by Kimo & Sabi

K: We want to nominate our Mommakitty as the Food Lady of the Yeer, but to do that we have to go back in time to tell you her story of devotion for kitties. This is what makes her so special to us . . .

S: Before we was born, Mommakitty had 2 other kitties, Misha and Geno. These were the first 2 kitties our Momma ever formally had in her family. They were both rescued by Mommakitty. First there was Misha, a meezer boy, who was born in a woodworker's shop. Misha and his siblings were making a mess at the shop, bringing in dead animals to eat, pooping everywhere, and messing with the woodworkers stuff. The shop man said he was gonna have to trap the kitties and take them to "the pound" unless someone saved them. Mommakitty got her friends to rescue and take home the kitties furever and she took Misha home with her. She didn't think she'd get another cat until Geno . . .

K: Mommakitty and a friend were at a flea market one day and saw some people trying to sell puppies and kitties out of their truck, but they were selling them for people to eat! Mommakitty and her friend were horrified and her friend pretended to want to buy Geno (a tuxedo boy), and scooped him up and ran. They ran to tell the police about these mean people, and the police called the humane society and they confiscated the furry babies and were taken to shelters for safety and adoption. Mommakitty took Geno home to live with her and Misha.

S: When Mommakitty met Daddykitty years later, she said "love me, love my cats," and he did, so they all lived happily after ever. Well, sort of . . .

K: Mommakitty took very good care of Misha and Geno. She was very dedicated to them and gave them lots of TLC. Misha passed away from some stomach problems in 2002 at the age of 13. Geno lived 2 more years, but was then diagnosed with Lymphoma a couple of days before Mommakitty's own momma passed away. Mommakitty knew Geno was in pain but she couldn't bear to lose Geno while she was still grieving for her own momma. Geno took some medication for a week and he gave Mommakitty some special TLC during his last week. They had some very special moments in their last week together - they talked to each other, snuggled and nuzzled, and when it was time they went to the vet together. Mommakitty stayed in the room with Geno, held his paws and prayed with him until he peacefully passed. This is a photo of Mommakitty and Geno on their last day together;
S: She took Geno's & Misha's ashes and spread them in some of their favorite outdoor places. They had a very special bond . . . Daddykitty say's Momma is a "cat whisperer." Kimo & I will attest to the fact that she is a furry good listener and doesn't just pretend to talk to us, she talks WITH us.

K: Which is a good segue . . . Mommakitty wasn't sure she wanted any other kitties after Misha and Geno, but Daddykitty convinced her to go to the local shelter and check out the kitty room. Sabi and I had arrived at the shelter about a week before - we were born on the same day, but not from the same litter - duh! I'm a meezer and Sabi's a black & white something. Anyhoo . . . as soon as they came in the kitty room we was climbing all over her! She said she felt we were so much like Geno and Misha, coloring and all!

S: She only intended to adopt one kitty, but she felt we were meant to be in her family! It was also real important that she adopted us kitties 'cause she's adopted too! She signed adoption papers and everything. When the adoption lady told Mommakitty there was a return policy, Mommakitty replied, "Adoption is forever!" Yeah for Mommakitty - she said she would NEVER return us and told the adoption lady that was a stoopid policy! As you might understand, she's a huge adoption advocate! This is a photo of us on our Gotcha Day;
K: So here we are 2 years later - still adopted! Mommakitty treats us like royalty (that's the way it's supposed to be). She has had to do a lot of training of Daddykitty 'cause he's still learning about kitties! When we breaks something, she doesn't get upset and explains to Daddykitty "stuff happens." Here are some other reasons why she's the best;
- She buys only the bestest food (checks the labels)
- She gets us lots of excercise with fev-ver mousies, fev-ver sticks, balls, etc.
- She lights the fireplace when it's cold
- She lets us play the piano (occasionally)
- She lets us snuggle in the warm clean laundry from the dryer
- She teaches us new games (like hide Daddykitty's batteries)
- She helps us collect coins and save money
- She encourages us to try new things (like Scrabble)
- She cleans out our poopie box and doesn't complain
- She combs us and keeps the bugs off us
- She give us rules, but let's us fudge on 'em
- She lets us greet visitors (if we feel like it)
- She put a birdfeeder outside the window for us to birdwatch
- She lets us interrupt her work to make bisquits
- She doesn't yell at us . . . she says "please get down"
- She picks boogers out of our noses
- She checks our tushies for dingleberries
- She watches American Idol with us
- She cleans up our hairball hacks
- She encourages us to meet new friends online
- She gives us headbutts and paw massages
- She gives good belly rubs and butt skootches
- She lets Kimo watch her take a shower
- She keeps us indoors, safe from mean outdoor critters
- She shares her tuna sandwiches with us
- She give us bottled water (not that stinky tap water)
- She lets Sabi help with her knitting
- She knits toys for us (and slips in a little nip!)
- She knits blankies for the Snuggles Project
- She give us hugs and kisses efurry night before bed

S: She works furry, furry hard each week as a psycho-lady-therapist, helping little kids stay with their families. She helped organize a rally and went to the California State Capitol to tell the Governator to give her program some more money to help these families . . . and he did! She runs a kinship center and when kids are at risk of being taken away from their parents, she helps them find other relatives willing to take care of them - sometimes temporarily, sometimes furever. It is a furry tiring job, but when she gets home she still devotes as much time as possible with us (and Daddykitty, of course). She says family is the mostest important thing ever and we are part of the family!
K: Did we tell you she also is an artist and does watercolor sketches of cats! She sells her artwork at street fairs and all the money goes to people or pet causes. That's how we learned about philanthropy . . . it's kind of a big word that means doing something special for others. Oh, and one more thing, the most important thing . . . she NAPS with us! Can you tell we thinks she is the bestest! More than just a food lady! She's Super Mommakitty!
S: Yea . . . she should get a Presidential award . . . and be on Oprah . . . and get a raise! Well, at the least, we thinks she should be awarded "Food Lady of the Yeer" 'cause she's the bomb!

K: Totally the bomb - we love our Mommakitty!

Respectfully submitted by
Kimo & Sabi
Our Bloggie: http://catbanter.blogspot.com
Kimo's Catster Page: www.catster.com/pet_page.php?j=t&i=397990
Sabi's Catster Page: www.catster.com/pet_page.php?j=t&i=397996

My mama is MY floty

2006-12-17T21:18:00.000-08:00

I am nominating my mama for the Food Lady/Dude/Peepul of the Yeer Award.

My name is Suzanne. My mama has given me many nicknames: 'Suze', 'baby', and our favorite--'babiest girl'. I may be 15-1/2, but I don't mind being my mama's baby. I've liked it from almost the minute I met her.

My mama adopted me when I was about 4 weeks old. I'd been born in a garbage dumpster just after my mama's mama died. I was a tiny orange kitty girl (only 5% of orange kitties are girls!). I joined her household with several other kitties. They were nice enough, but I was scared.

After I avoided mama and all the other kitties for a few days, mama came to find me. She picked me up and held me close. Right then and there, we knew that we were supposed to be together. I looked into her eyes and said 'mama?' She said 'Suzanne?' We recognized each other!

In public, I've never been much for being recognized. Mama used to get teased that I was invisible! I'd hide under the bed, usually up inside the box spring. Mama doesn't mind that I'm not all that social. She knows that I love her best.

In private, mama's all mine! We cuddle together under the covers. I love to get close, usually with my back against her chest. She rubs my tummy and I purr. We talk to each other, and I've heard almost every single one of mama's secrets. Mama says that she's learned more from me about abiding love than she has learned from any one else ever!

I've trained my mama pretty well. When it's time for bed, I find her in the living room, tell her that it's time to go to bed, and then head into the bedroom to wait for her. If she doesn't come right away, I go back out to get her. Sometimes I have to do this 3-4 times, but she always comes when I call her!

This last year, mama got sick and had to stay home from work every day for more than a month. I took care of her by staying with her so she wouldn't be lonely. She took care of me by always making a cuddle place under the covers. Even when she was tired and had trouble breathing (she had pneumonia), she made sure there was room for me.

One thing that mama does that I just love is that she shares her dinners with me. Usually, she gets one bite and I get one bite. If she forgets, I reach out my paw to remind her that it's my turn for a bite. I love chicken, and she sometimes licks off the seasoning before she gives it to me so it won't be too spicy. She shares sour cream, cheese, and ice cream. I like to lick those from her fingers.

I love to sit on my mama's lap when she plays on the computer. I sit between her wrists, and sometimes rest my head on her forearm. She types with just one hand so she doesn't disturb me.

I really do have the best mama in the world. It'd be nice if you thought so too. Even if you don't, though, we're glad to help Libby Marie, Brandi and Oreo.

Happy holidays!

Suzanne
(I really like your kyoot owtfits, Skeezix! I think you're awesome!)

www.tonis_got_webbed_feet.blogspot.com

We Love Owr Papa and Yoo Shood Too!

2006-12-17T17:40:00.000-08:00

We are nominating our Papa for the Food Dood of the Yeer Award.

Our names are: OC & Carma

OC heer:

If yoo read my Mama's Tail of Devoshun, yoo should planely see why I love her so. But, my Papa, he really dint wunt to have anuther cat in the howse. But then Petey (the cat who came before) wint away unexpektedly over the Rainbow Brige. Papa was always nice to me but he just woodent let me inside. Then when it got cold owtside and Mama kride, he let me stay in their car house and made a big bed with a nice big lite that made me warm. After I got sick, he let Mama and the V-E-T help get me better and live inside. He's got a grate belly that he lets me yooz for a bed and he lets me lik his face like Skeezix's Mr. TF. He makes shoor I get my medicines every day that I need them. He lets me eet his fud (sumtimz). He always stays on the other side ov the bathroom door while I get the monster under the door. He plays Get the Foot with me, whenever I wunt too, even if he'll be late fer werk. He always picks me up and talks to me like I'm his best frend. I luv my Papa as yoo can planely see in owr piktur.

From: Carma
The Man rescued me from the pound a long, long time ago. We were both skinnier then. He used to let me outside but one time, after he took me to a new house he'd been living in just before he moved into a different house with the Lady. I ran off to check some stuff out and couldn't remember how to get back home. The Lady had told him he shouldn't let me out until I was used to where I was, but he didn't listen and I was gone for 3 whole weeks. I went on a wild adventure that we can't discuss here but the Lady told me that the Man cried and cried because I was gone. He also put up signs everywhere and would go walking around calling for me, but I never heard him. I finally found home the day before they moved into the new house and he was so happy he cried and didn't care who saw. I don't get to go outside anymore and so I've gotten a little fluffier. But he doesn't care that I'm fat, and loves me just the same. I'd love him more if he'd feed me more, but he won't. He always takes time to love on me even if he's busy. He gets very busy but I know how much he loves us all and we're grateful for him.

OC's Catster Page: http://www.catster.com/?424969
Carma's Catster Page: http://www.catster.com/?433871

Vote for Mom!

2006-12-17T17:30:00.000-08:00

I am nominating my Mom for the Food Lady of the Yeer Award.

My name is Gree.

I vote for my Mom cuz she's a grate Food Lady. She luvs me efun when I get mad and go to Mistrie's to stay away a long time when I'm mad. She feeds me efurry day, even when I wanna go outside. She lets me in the house to eat and outta the house to play and back in the house to eat and back outta the house to play and sleep in my woodpile. She luvs me just like I am and that's the best.

I luv you Mom :)

Link to my blog is HERE (just ignore the dark black cats hehehe)

Nominatyin owr Mom bean - Finny & Buddy

2006-12-17T05:49:00.000-08:00

We are nominating owr mom bean for the Food Lady of the Yeer Award.

Our names are: Finnegan & Buddy

Finny: I adopted her first so I get to tell my story first! I lived in a napartment compleks and had to eet garbij owt of dumpsters and hope the peeples who lived there din't chase me or throw stuff at me or let there droolers chase me. Seems like it was allways reely hot or cold or it was raining or snowing.

One time wen it was snowing, a lady and a man felt sorry for me and let me in there partment. So I thanked them by hugging and hugging them but they din't like that. And..well...I didn't have my hoo-ha-ectomy yet so I had to spray so other cats wood kno it was my partment and they were my peeples. But they reelly din't like that! So the man bean putted me owtside in the snow agane, but the lady felt sorry for me so she fownd owt abowt a good shelter plase were they wood take care of me and find me a furever home and she took me to SAFE Haven For Cats.

The beans at the shelter got me a hoo-ha-ectomy so I woodn't want to spray things ennymore and they fixed up an owie I had from fiting wif other animals at the partment compleks and they fed me reely good foods efurry day and the nise volunteers wood pet me and I wood hug them to see if they liked it. But none of the beans liked it wen I hugged them cos my claws wood go in there skin and they wood say ow ow ow and put me bak in my cage.

Efurry weekend beans wood come to visit the cats at the shelter and let a cat adopt them. But I wasn't reddy yet cos the vetty bean still had to give me more shots. So I was in the bak in a speshul room wif some other cats who were sik, and the mamacats wif kittens and no bean came to let me dopt them.

But one Satterday wen all the beans were coming to get adopted, the lady bean who was the boss of the shelter plase was showing some other beans all the cats and all the speshul plases becos the shelter was kind of new. And one of the ladies came by my cage and was talking to me and petting me throo the cage.

So Miss Pam sed "you can take him owt if you want" so the lady did. She opend the cage dore and I purred as lowd as I cood and I climed rite up her front and I put my arms arownd her neck and my hed down on her sholder and I just purred and purred and purred. Do you kno wat she did then? She petted me and hugged me back and she sed to the other ladies "This is my cat." And my granma bean laffed and Miss Pam laffed, but me and mom knew we were ment for eech other. So one week later I went home wif mom and we will allways be together and give each other hugs and even if mom sez "ow ow ow Finny yore claws are herting me!" she doesn't put me down and she NEVER makes me go in a cage!

That was 7 yeers ago and mom has allways taken good care of me. She takes me to the vetty bean, but not too much. If she has to go away for werk, she makes sure some nise bean frends come to feed me and pet me. If she has to go away for a long time, she takes me to visit Granma and Grampa who I allso love furry much. She gives me speshul treets like milk or shrimps onse in a wile.

Buddy: My story is reely diffrunt from Finny's cos I was resskewed by my good Brandon boy wen I was just a littul kitten and I lived wif him for 3 yeers. I din't have to scrownge for garbij or live owt in the snow and rane. I had other cats to play wif and even a big lizard! But wen I was 3, some bad stuff happend in owr fambly and I coodn't live wif enny of them enymore. One day Brandon's mom putted me in my carrier and we went for a long ride. Then she sed "Good bye Buddy, have a good life wif yore new mom." I din't know wat to think and I cryd and cryd. She gave me to another bean who putted me in her car and we drove and drove for a long time. This happend alllll day long! New bean, new car, long driving. I was so scared I coodn't even cry enymore, I just wated to see wat wood happen.

It was dark and I was in a van wif some nise beans who smelld like cats and that was ok, cos some of them had smelled like woofies and I din't like them! We were not driving and another bean came and got in the van and they let me owt of my carrier and she held me and sed "Hi Buddy! I'm yore new bean." She tolld me how hansome I was and that she had another poodin at home to be my new brofur but I was scared and worried. Then we drove more and more and finely we got to a howse and the bean sed Welcome Home Buddy! And Finny was there and we hissed at each other. Then mom put me in a little room by myself and I finely went to sleep for a furry long time.

It took a long time for me to be comfortable there in the stranj new howse and to stop wondering ware my Brandon boy was and to make frends wif Finny. But mom was payshent and she was furry nise to me. She din't get mad wen I scratched her wif my claws and she tryd to play the games I liked but I was afraid to trust her. I wood let her pet me a little bit but I woodn't sit on her lap or let her hold me.

Mom lerned to understand wen I was feeling a little bored and crazy and she plays wif me to make me feel happy and not bored. She makes ekstra gravy on my foods cos she knows how much I like gravy. She understands wen I get reely upset abowt somefing like last yeer wen the fire truks came and skared us and then I got furry sik a few days later. She takes me to the vet lady and she gives me pills even tho she knows I don't like them but it's good for me.

Wen I run owtside and want to eksplore, she lets me eet grass for a minit and then she piks me up and we go back inside. She even grows speshul grass in a little greenhowse just for me! She puts birdy seed owt to feed birdies so I can watch them and she puts carrots owt there too for my frend Bernard the wild Bunny.

But the furry bestest thing of all abowt my mom is that she sez I will allways allways be her big orinch Buddy and I will nefur haf to go on a long long car ride to live wif someone else or go to a shelter.

And that's why owr mom is the bestest Food Lady of efurry year!

Link to my blog or Catster profile: 2Carolina Cats

I luv my Grandma

2006-12-17T01:21:00.000-08:00

I am nominating my Grandma for the Food Ladyof the Yeer Award.

My name is Sanjee.

I's kinda shy to rite this, becuz I loves my Mommy too, but my Grandma is my Food Lady of the Yeer! And she deeserves an award. TWO efun!

See, Mommy was my purrson when I wuz little. And dat was good. I luved my Grandma too, but Mommy was my purrson. The Mommy hadta go up to Noo Yawk and live. She was gonna bring us kitties in a lil while after she could get a place where she could haf kitties. So me n Mini n Boni stayed wif Grandma waitin. But Mommy was furry sad cuz couldn't geta place where she could haf kitties. And well I got used to Grandma lil by lil and I picked her for my furever purrson cuz she is always so good to me.

I didn't like hafin sisfurs. I wanted to be an only cat. Grandma unnerstood that. She letted me haf her bedroom! She putted my foods and my water in her room and efun my litterbox. So I hadded my whole own place. She efun putted my kitty bed on the big bed so's I could be neer her and not be lonely. And she talked to me lots. She tolded me how speshul I am and that she luved me lots.

Grandma efun loved me when I playeded too hard wif her. I's kinda fussy and Mommy knewed how to deel wif me when I playeded to hard. But poor Grandma didn't know. So lotsa times I clawed her and maded her bleed efun tho I didn't meen to. Like almos efurry day for a long time. Grandma called it donatin blood for the kitty. But Grandma still luved me. And she still tolded me I was speshul and that she luved me lots.

Soon efurry night when Grandma would come to bed we gots to talk. She talks to me and I talk to her. She pets me too. And now we knows that we luves each ofur lots and lots and I don't claw an play too hard when she pets me. Then after our talkin and pettin we gets to go to sleep. I likes that lots and lots.

Well Mommy camed home to live cuz she bein wif her kitties and she missed Grandma too. It wuz nice Mommy camed home but Grandma's still my purrson. Grandma still lets me haf her room so's I gots my furry own terrytory n foods n stuff, efun tho I kin go out in the rest of the h ouse any times I wanna. And she luvs me lots and lots. And we talks efurry nites and I gets pets.

Sumtimes I lay closeby Grandma cuz that makes her reel happy. I's kinda fussy and don't like ta touch much when I sleeps. But sometimes I efun lay right next to her feets and tuches them and that makes her extra reel happy. So maybe I'll do it sum more. I wanna make her happy cuz she taked good care of me and didn't hate me for makin her bleed almos efurry day for a long time. And she always always still luvs me. And she talks to me efurry night and tells me I's speshl and she luvs me lots.

I luv you Grandma!
You's the bested Food Lady efur! (Sorry, Mommy) And you deeserves an award for bleedin so much til we gotted usedta each ofur. And fank you lots and lots for always luvin me and tellin me how speshl I am and how much you luvs me lots. Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrs.

Link to my bloggy: Hot(M)BC

Mom Robyn is OUR Food Lady of the Yeer

2006-12-16T23:06:00.000-08:00

Vote for Mom Robyn!

We (Boni Maroni and Mini) are nominating for Mom Robyn for Food Lady Yeer Award. She gets OUR Food Lady of the Yeer Award anyways, but it'd be cool if she gotted purrizes too cuz she's SOOPER!

Thirteen Reasons Mom Robyn
is Food Lady of the Yeer
says Boni and Mini

1. She rescued us from starving!

2. She always takes care of us even when she's feeling green.

3. She has a song for each of us that she sings to us purrsonally.

4. She shares her ice cream and her hamm with us.

5. She has a great lap and lets us sit on it even when she's werking.

6. She helps lotsa other kitties and beans who need help too.

7. She sits up at night with us if we're sick.

8. She makes sure we always have fresh crunchies and fresh water.

9. Temp-tay-shuns!!! She gives us Temp-tay-shuns!

10. She spoils us but not so much the V-E-T puts us on diets (yet).

11. She buys our organic NIP by the POUND!

12. She gives the best scritches and rubs ever.

13. She loves each of us best. (She tells us so!)

Well, really our list was longer. Like, we could have added that she makes sure all 5 of us have a food bowl so that we can all eat at one time without sharing, and she rescued our sisfurs and brofur too, and she spends lotsa time helping out with our bloggy and the Cat Blogosphere, and she makes cat joolry cuz she thinks we're so great, and she did the Cat Blogosphere calendar to help our furriends, and she says lotsa purrayers for our furriends and their families, when they get sick, and she takes nip and toys to the kitties at the local no-kill Ess Pee See Ay and gives them moneys efurry month, and she thinks kitty memorials are just as impawtant and bean ones, and she always makes sure we have company if she has to go somewhere for a couple days, and she only maded us learn just enough manners that guests don't get mad at us, and she trains pretty good like she learned fast to give us our treats when we sit, and she got us nice heated beds, and she helped Boni send her Tuxie gangster Edsel his heated bed, and oh gosh we better stop. We just know she's the bestest food lady we could ever have had, and she gets OUR Food Lady of the Yeer Award no matter what.

Our bloggy (that Mom Robyn!!! helped us make): http://www.catsnmom.blogspot.com

Vote for Danielle!

2006-12-16T18:06:00.000-08:00

I am nominating DANIELLE for the Food Lady of the Yeer Award.

My name is Sophie.

I am a very tiny orange fluffy kitten. Right now I am living in New York with my new big bruther Kismet and a nice lady who gives us lots of yummy food, and also pets me on the booty a lot, which I like. It is very nice here, espeshully having a big bruther like Kismet. He gets mad at me sometimes because I am a lot smaller and hyperer than he is, and I just wanta play ALL THE TIME, but it is a lot better than where I used to live, which was outside in the cold.

The persun I am nominayting is not the lady who feeds me, though. I told Kismet that I wanted to nominayte the nice lady who got my insides taken out and let me stay with her until I was ready to come live with my new bruther, and he said that his Person would understand. So the lady I am nominayting is Danielle.

Danielle is the nicest lady in the whole wide world. When I was living outside in the cold, I lived with my mom and my bruther and my dad and some other cats. We were tuff because we had to be - it was real hard and scary to live outside. Danielle would come over and give us lots of food. We were real scared of her at first because our only other ikspeereeins with humans was with a mean man who didn't like us living there and wanted to get rid of us, but once we got used to Danielle we would let her pet us and stuff and she was always SO nice. After awhile of her feeding us, she started to take us inside, one by one. At first when I was staying at her house I was REAL scared, first because it was hard to be tuff without my dad and mom and bruther, but also because even though she had been nice there was still a chance that she could know the mean man, but after a few days I realized that she was just feeding me and playing with me with my favorite blue feather wand, and I thought, ok, this is not so bad! She even took me to the doctor and got me medicine for my kawffing, and she got me fixed so that I couldn't have any babies (because I am just a baby myself!), and she pet me and took my picture a lot and for the first time ever I felt real happy and safe.

And then, BEST OF ALL, Danielle found my new big bruther Kismet and the lady who feeds us and she put me in a little box and took me in this big machine and brought me to live here! It was real dark out when we made this trip and I think she was real tired, but she still brought me and she did not seem to mind at all. And I know that she still calls to check on me because I hear the lady talking to her sometimes.

I think Danielle REALLY deserves to be the Food Lady of the Yeer. She has cats of her own, but is spending a lot of time and money and energy making sure that me and all my whole family find nice, loving homes, and she was always so nice to us, making sure that we had food even when we had to live outside, and I think she REALLY deserves a nice reward for being so thawtful and good. Right now while I write this I am sitting on a very comfy couch, and it's real warm in here, and my lady who feeds me is on one side of me and my big bruther is on the other. And without Danielle I wouldn't be here, and my friend Jazper wouldn't be in HIS new home, and all the other cats we lived with would still be in trouble. You should all vote for her because she is the best Food Lady ever!

Now I have to stop typing because I am purring real loud and it is making me make all kinds of mistakes. Thank you for reeding my entry and I hope you vote for Danielle!

My big bruther's blog: http://kismetmrawmraw.blogspot.com
My catster profile: http://www.catster.com/?441502 (there is only one picture because my bruther says the camera is broked. But this is a picture that Danielle took of me outside!!)

We Nominate Danielle

2006-12-16T18:04:00.000-08:00

I am nominating for the Food Lady/Dude/Peepul of the Yeer Award.

My name/Our names are: Morgen (Not The Mama) and Jazper, Daphne, Chloe, and Spooker of Purrchance To Dream

Jazper and the whole kitty-gang team
Would like to nominate the warm, giving Danielle
as Food Lady of the Year
From Purrchance To Dream.

Danielle saved our handsome Jazper
And sent Kismet a sweet little sisfur named Sophie
We must say it's a priveledge to know her
Her caring heart and generosity makes her a great Food Lady.

So, Daphne and Chloe and Spooker
and Jazper and Not The Mama
all have the same picks:
Rhode Island Rescue Danielle
for Food Lady Of The Year 2006.

I nominate Mr Tasty Face as the Food Dude of the Yeer

2006-12-16T00:21:00.000-08:00

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I am nominating Mr Tasty Face for the Food Dude of the Yeer Award.

My name is Skeezix the Cat.

At ferst Mr Tasty Face wuzn't going to let me stay. So I knew I had to werk fast if I was going to be abul to liv with them. Yoo see, I was the replacement for his best frend EVER (Joonyer), and even tho he thot it was too soon and he was in a lot of emo pane, the Food Lady new that he wood greeve himself into a dark dank hole frum wich he wood never klime owt if he didn't have sumthing else to fokuss on. Joonyer was the ferst cat that Mr Tasty Face ever had hoo was all his. So win Joonyer wint away, the Food Lady got me for him as a Krissmiss prezint. And the minit I met him, I likkt his face like I was gonna likk all his wiskers off so he cood bond with me, and I purrd until I thot my purrer wood brake, and he never sed I coodn't stay after the nite win the Food Lady brot me home. He was still sad abowt Joonyer (still is), but I helpt him heel a littul bit so it duzn't hert as much.

Mr Tasty Face mostly werks at home, so he and me git to werk together all day long: me on my blog and my store, and him on his werk (wich is not as ixsiting as my blog and my store). He givs me good sugjeschuns abowt aktiviteez I can do to make my blog more intristing, like going to vizit the gotes or the vary ixsiting Chuck Erreca Rest Stop on Eyes 5. He izn't kross with me win I git my wite hares all over his navy bloo cazhmeer swetter, even win it just came bak frum the dry kleeners. He uzully duzn't let me sleep in the peepul bed becuz I sqwerm like a werm and he needs his sleep, but otherwize, he is just the vary best Food Dood EVER.

He makes shur I have lots of treets and food and hed rubs and petting. He talks to me. Not like I'm an ideeyut, but like I'm anuther persun. We have reely good man-to-man konversayshuns. He makes the Food Lady by the kind of cat food I like, and even tho he thinks pink is a silly color, he lets me ware pink clothes becuz he knows I like to look good, and pink is a flattering color for me. He even thot it was kinda neet win I got a jakkit that was vary much like the grey jakkit he always wares so that we can be twins! IN fakt, it wuz his idea to git me a swetter in the ferst place, becuz he's like me -- kinda skinny and hareliss, and he knows whut it's like to git reely cold, and he thot sum clothes wood help keep me warm. Winever the Food Lady takes me to the vet man, Mr TF goze along to keep us cumpunny (Ixsept for win she took me in to have that thing dun to my goodie sack wich is known as a hoohaectomy. That time he kinda crost his legs and sed he just coodn't.)

He's always inventing new cat toys for me to play with, based upon the types of aktiviteez I like best. He let the Food Lady keep my long tunnel box even tho it looks takkey (as long as we keep it upstares so no one can see it) and he even made caps for the ends so it wood have strukcherul integrity (wich meens it won't go flat like a pancake win I jump on it.) He even bilt a takkey kardbord frame for the compyuter teevee (wich we like to sleep on to keep warm) so we woodn't role off the side. He's vary konsiderut.

And he looks owt for other cats, too. Win Tripper the stray cat started coming frum owt in the forest to eet food on owr dek, he sed the Food Lady shoodn't feed him becuz we coodn't manije one more cat. But after abowt a day he reelentid, and after the Food Lady tamed him, him and Mr TF got to be grate frends. Mr TF spends time every singul nite holding Trip on his lap (wich is hard werk becuz Trip is a big man cat) and petting him and gitting him to purr. This helps make Trip less psyko. And Mr TF will open ten cans of cat food until he finds one the cat he's feeding likes. The Food Lady just sez, "they've got plenty of dry krap owt. Let them eet that if they're hungrey." He has a soft tuch that way.

So in konkluzhun, I nominte Mr Tasty Face as my Food Dood of the Yeer. And both me and the food lady can vowch for the tastyniss of his face.

Link to my blog or Catster profile: http://www.skeezixthecat.com/scratchingpost

My nominee is....

2006-12-15T10:50:00.000-08:00

I am nominating for the Food Lady/Dude/Peepul of the Yeer Award.

My name: Abby the Manx

As told to my Momma by Abby

Abby’s Tail

I was a very small kitty when I was born. My Momma kitty was a pretty tabby with no tail. She was a good Momma kitty, but I was taken away from her when I was just a little bitty kitten. I really missed my Momma kitty. I think my first people took me away too quickly from my Momma. I lived with them for the first 3 years of my life. They were nice to me at first, but then they didn’t understand me and how I needed special care. They only wanted to have a cat, well that was simply a cat; they didn’t want a Manx. Fate stepped in and the little girl who lived down the street had fallen in love with me and wanted me to be her Kitty, so I went to live with her. She loved me very much and I was very happy being her Kitty. Her Momma was very nice to me also, but the Daddy didn’t like me. He was unkind to me. He said things and did things that made me unhappy with him. I still needed special care and he did not want to have any Kitties that needed special care. Finally he wore down the Momma and she agreed to rehome me. I had lived with them for nearly 3 years too. There was another nice lady who lived in my neighborhood that worked with rescue kitties. The Daddy approached her and asked her if she could find me another home. The lady said she knew of someone that was looking for a small Tuxedo kitty and she would take me and see if this new lady would want me. I heard all of this and it made me very sad. I was going to lose my little girl! Then the day came and the Daddy put me in my little igloo carrier and gave me to the rescue lady. I heard him tell her if this new lady I was going to meet did not want me to NOT bring me back, to just leave me by the side of the road. So here I was again being thrown out because no one understood me, except my sweet little girl. Then all of a sudden I was in this big place with lots of strange smells and people I didn’t know. Then this new lady came up and took me out of the cage I was in. I hugged her for dear life, because I did not want to be put out by the side of the road. She fell immediately in love with me, and she told me she was going to take me home. Did that mean I was going to see my little girl? OH I got my hopes up. Then we left, this new lady and this new man and me got into a big metal monster but we didn’t go to the house with my little girl. We went to a new house with 4 other cats! BOY was I mad. When this new lady tried to be nice to me I just hissed and growled at her and swatted her hand. I did my best to show her how big and mean I was. She tried and tried to pet me but I was mad and hurt and I wouldn’t let her near me. I didn’t want to be with her. I wanted my little girl back. Well, I hate to admit this, but I was really wrong about this new lady. It took her a long time to win me over, but I finally found someone who truly loves me special needs and all. She saw right through my hurt and aching heart. She believed in me when all others had let me down. She takes very good care of me and spoils me all the time. I never want to leave. I have a true home now, and I worship my one and only Momma. It was worth all that I went through to get to her and I am so glad she was patient enough with me to see through my rough start and love me no matter what. Now, I am very thankful to have a home to call mine, and a Momma to love me unconditionally.

Link to my blog or Catster profile: http://www.manxmnews.blogspot.com

We're already winners...

2006-12-15T08:54:00.000-08:00

We am nominating our momma for the Food Lady of the Yeer Award.

Hi, we'z Zippy, Sadie and Speedy

I'm da oldest, so I'z goin furst - My name is Princess Ziporah, yoo can call me Zippy. When I wuz a furry little kitty sumthing furry bad happened to me. No one knows how, but we suspect dat a horrible bean wuz involved, and I ended up with hurted paws. Our furry good frend (and rescuer of kitties) Ali saw a bunch of boyz poking a stick unner da nabors porch so she wint to see wut wuz goin on. Da boyz sed der wuz a kitty unner da porch an den showed her bloody paw prints from da porch, across da sidewok an leedin unner da porch. Ali wint an gots a can of toona and a kitty prizon box. Da boyz helped her set it up an den dey all hided an man, I gotta tell ya, I wuz furry hungry an da toona smellded sooo good. Yup, took about 3 minits to catch me. Den Ali called momma an of course momma sed to bring me rite ofer. Oh, poodins, I gotsa tell ya, my pawziz hurted so much an I wuz so starvin dat I thot I wuz gonna DIE. Momma rushed me to da merjensee vet (it wuz 4th of July an da reglar vet wuzent avalabul) and dey tolded her dat dey cood stop da bleedin, get rid of da flees but dey wuzent sher dat I wood survive. I wuz about 9 weeks and lookded like a 4 week old kitten. I wuz starved, I wuz hurted and I wuz gonna cost a lot of monee to fix. Can yoo beleeve momma an daddy dint hezitate bout da monee, dey tolded da vet to do wut effer wuz needed. Wen da vet wuz dun momma taked me home inna baby blanket and spoon fed me an cleened my owies frum Saturday nite until Monday wen she took me to see my favorit vet man Dr. Grebe. Dat man uz awsum. He tolded momma he wanted to save my paws an he cood do surjery but it wood be spensive an maybe dey shood jus amputate (noooo, don't cut off my pawzies!) but momma sed no, she wood find a way to pay fur it. Kan yoo beleeve my momma solded her favorit car, the one she had a name fur! It took 2 serjerees but Dr. G fixed dem owies reel good. After every surjeree momma hadded to carry me effury ware an clean da owies and re-bandaj my paws. She did a soooper job an Dr. G wuz imprest. Now my feets don't hurt cept occashunaly and momma knows just how to massaj dem to make da owie go away. She iz da bestest momma inna werld, she dint hafta sell her car to fix me (momma sez she did, cuz da alternatif wuz unthinkabul) an she spent so much time takin care of me dat she hardly effur slept. I'm so thankful fur findin her an antee Ali!

Oh, tanks a lot Zippy, yoo talk too much! Now wen peepul reed dis dey are gonna fall asleep frum how much yoo talk. Eh, she thinks she shood be a only kitty but mom is so kind harted dat she will neffur be an only kitty *giggles* Our stories are on our bloggie so yoo can see 'em der. We will jus say dat da momma is awsum, jus like Zippy sed. She not only haz us three but she fosters momma cats with kittens and sumtimes bottle babies dat gots no momma's. She effun tolded her boss ladee at da werk dat if she coodent take kare of da babies during werk hours dat she wood hafta take a difirint job. Her boss ladee is a good bean an sed dat since it duzent happen furry offen dat it wuz fine. An wen she takes bottle babies to werk (dis happens effury cuppul of yers, not alla time) effury bean in her departmint cums an coos ofer dem. Momma sez she coodint werk der if da beans were no good an dats jus on akount of us (an cuz of da way she iz). She efun gots da big bosses to agree to matching funds win employee beans make donashuns to animal sank-shu-arees.

We thank yoo fur yoor konsiderashun, but we's alredy winnurs - an so iz mommy!

Link to my blog or Catster profile: http://www.kattoniccats.blogspot.com, www.catster.com/?375530

My Mom: Defender of the Universe!

2006-12-15T06:39:00.000-08:00

I am nominating my mom for the Food Ladyof the Yeer Award. My name is Beau and her name is Cathy. I think she is is the absolute greatest mom. Mom is lots of fun! She is also VERY kind and caring and really loves animals of all kinds. Mom gets very sad and upset when read or hears about sick or homeless kitties. She loves animals she's never even met before and would love to be able to rescue EVERY ANIMAL in the world. Mom has rescued everything from frogs and turtles to furries! My mom doesn't have much money but she always puts my needs before hers. And, I have everything I could possibly want! I also think my mom is fantastic because, even though I have had several health problems along the way, including bad teeth, making my care more expensive she has never even once thought about giving me away like some people do. I truly believe that God brought mom and me together for a reason, and I feel so blessed to have my forever home with her. Nominating her for this award does not do her justice, but it is the least I can do. I love you mom! I will love you forever!

My Mom

She took me in
And gave me a home,
Never again
Will I feel alone.
I feel safe, I feel loved.
Thank you God
That's up above!

Link to my blog : http://home.earthlink.net/~catbeau

To The Man in Green (my daddy!)

2006-12-13T19:28:00.000-08:00

I am nominating THE MAN IN GREEN! for the Food Lady/Dude/Peepul of the Yeer Award.

My name is Dazey May.

I am nominating the MAN IN GREEN for Food Dude of the Year. Unfortantley, he been gone the last 8 months to somewheres called Irak. That makes me sad. BUT!

My Man in Green let me come live here with The Mom That Lives Here. See, I and Jesse belonged to her befores she meeted him. Long story short: She had to move out of one apartment to another and couldn't take me and Jesse with her so we stayed at the other place with someone else. She camed to visit us and play with us and feed us. When her and the Man in Green gotted this house 4 1/2 years ago, The Mom That Lives Here had to practically BEG on her knees! for us to come and live here. He said he didn't like kitties! Who couldn't not like kitties!?! He finally agreed if The Mom That Lives Here Promised to do everything: Feed us, scoop the poo, etc. Of course she said yes!

Little did heknow that he was gonna falls in luv wif me!! HEHEHE. He gives the bestest head scratches and he would feed us in the mornings when The Mom that Lives Here was to lazy too (Sorry mom!). He would always let me sleep wif him and when I put my paw on his mouf to tell him I's hungree for brekfest, he would come right down! And he din't get mad cuz of where my paw had been! (Well not usually!). He would let me sit on his lap to watch the teevee too.

I miss my Man in Green a bunch but I'm saving up my luvs for him when he comes home!

This is me, trying to convince The Mom That Lives Here to send me to Irak to see The Man in Green!

Link to my blog http://dazeyjesseconner.blogspot.com/

To The Mom That Visits

2006-12-13T19:15:00.000-08:00

I am nominating The Mom that Visits for the Food Lady/Dude/Peepul of the Yeer Award.

My name is Conner Mcelod (Conner Cloud for short)

I luv the Mom That Visits VERY MUCH.
She's been coming round to our house since i ben living here 4 yers now. She lived here for a little while. I 'dopted her and she 'dopted me. I sleeped in her bed, cuddled on her pillow even though she says she's something called "lergic". I only 4-I not sure what that means. But she loves me. Even tho I am smelly sometimes.

2 yers ago, she went away to something called Basik Training. I was very lonely for her. I sleeped in her bed without her. I was very sad. She wrote me letters. I wrote her letters too and sent her this picture:

(That's me!)

It maded her i's leek when she sawd it. Even tho she don't live here no more, she buys me things. Like nifty neat collars and helps pay my cat doctor bills. That is fury nice of her I think. AND THE BEST PART!! SHe is going to get my MY VERY OWN GOLDFISHIE from Santy Claws!! I so fury excited.

She staid here the last 5 nites cuz her teeth hurted her real bad. Something called WIzdom tooths. I hope she's still smart! Anyway, I sleeped with her at night and it was just like old times again!
Hugs to My Mom That Visits!!
Luv,

CC

Link to our blog http://dazeyjesseconner.blogspot.com/

The Blonde Girl

2006-12-11T23:04:00.000-08:00

I am nominating The Blonde Girl for the Peepul of the Yeer Award.

I'm Grr. The Blonde Girl is my purrson. It's the Lady who feeds me, cleans my litter box, plants cat grass for me, gives me treats, buys me stuff, and all that, but it's the Blonde Girl that I love.

When the Lady and the teenagers found me and my brother Cocoa and sister Midnight, we were scared little 2 month old feral kittens who had never had contact with humans. Cocoa and Midnight were easily won over by food, shelter and cuddling, but I was scared. I curled up in a little ball and growled. The Lady, the Quiet Girl and the Allergic Girl tried to cuddle me and calm me down, but I kept growling. They kept picking me up and holding me, and I kept growling. The only one who understood me was the Blonde Girl. I was scared, but she was very patient and knew I didn't want to be grabbed and held. She brought out all kinds of toys and spent hours teaching me how fun it was to play. She always made sure that I got extra turns with the toys, because my sister Midnight is a toy hog. The Blonde Girl made me feel braver and more sociable by playing with me, and soon I stopped growling and hiding. When I decided that I was ready, I started cuddling with her and purring. I love her because she understood what I needed and never gave up working to help me be happy and confident.

Link to my blog: www.grrmidnightcocoa.blogspot.com

Jake's Dad for Food Dude of the Year

2006-12-11T21:08:00.000-08:00

Before Mom adopted me as an 8-week old kitten, it was an all-female household: Mom, big sister Precious, and Bathsheba. Mom needed a “little man” around the house, so she adopted me. But what’s a little man to do when he has no role model? Well, Mom took care of that by bringing Dad into the household when I was five months old. Dad wasn’t a great fan of cats at first, but we became buds in short order. He admired my kitten athleticism and could not resist my soft green eyes, winsome purr, and affectionate charm.

No longer was I left alone with the other cats for hours on end when Mom was at work. Dad worked from home so he was there to be my proper servant and cater to my needs. He’s great at letting me in and letting me out and letting me in and letting me out over and over all day long. The two of us love to hang out together on the deck. We watch the birds, get annoyed by the squirrels, or just sit quietly and meditate.

Dad never does awful things to me, like take me to the vet, apply flea repellent medication to my neck, or shove pills down my throat. Those distasteful chores are for mean old Mom. (Um, just kidding, Mom.) Dad only does fun stuff with me. We play, hang out, or just nap together. Dad has a special whistle sound that he uses for me when he needs me to come right away. He only uses it in an emergency, like when food is involved. I always heed his call and come running as fast as I can. I’m never disappointed.

Dad doesn’t smother me with kisses. He treats me like the cool dude that I am. He pets my head and scritches me in the right spots. He makes sure I get fed at my regular time when Mom has to work late or go on trips (and he always gives me extra). He makes warm fires in the fireplace for me in the wintertime. He helps me keep the raccoons off my deck.

If for no other reason than his great long legs that are awesome for napping, I must nominate Dad for “Food Dude of the Year.”

Link to my blog: http://jakeandbathsheba.blogspot.com.

~Jake

The A-Z Reason Our Mawmee is FLOTY

2006-12-11T19:06:00.000-08:00

We are nominating our Mawmee for the Food Lady of the Yeer Award.

Our names are: Samoa, Calvin & Violet

A to Z - our Mawmee is tops in our eyes. Here is why:

Our Mawmee adores us and buys us stuff because she cares so much about us! We can always depend on her to be excited when she feeds us Fancy Feast! We love her generous hugs and inspirational, jolly kisses! Loving us makes her feel good! She is nice and organized when she photographs us! She has to be quick to capture the really silly things we do! It is unbelievable how very wonderful and xtraordinarily young at heart she is when she purchases zealies for us on Catster!

We love you Mawmee, and you will always be our Food Lady of any year!

Link to my blog or Catster profile: http://www.catster.com/pet_page.php?j=t&i=283038, http://www.catster.com/pet_page.php?j=t&i=283044, http://www.catster.com/pet_page.php?i=283060&j=t

Frosty the stinky kitty nominates her mum!

2006-12-11T18:50:00.000-08:00

I am nominating my Mum for Food Lady of the Yeer Award.

My name is Frost, and there is also Cleo, the Bear, and Sabine in my family.

This is a picture of me after a bath!

My mum saved my life, and the lives of all us kitties living here. Cleo walked right into mum's apartment all pregnant one day when mum was in college, and mum took her in and found homes for all the babies. She had to drive the four-day old kittens and Cleo home for winter break --- she was a nervous wreck and kept the heat blasting the whole time! Then she heard about the Bear and his bestest friend in the whole wide world, Aslan, who were stuck living in a basement because their family was too allergic to them. The family was on the verge of sending them to the Big Sleep so mum didn't think twice before she took them in. She was so sad when Aslan died of cancer just 8 months later. Then there's me! She read about me on the local Freecycle list. All she knew was that I had a problem with my lower jaw and that I was also facing the Big Sleep. She thought about it for a couple hours and then committed her life to me, literally. Everyone she knows thinks she's a little crazy for taking me on, but she LOVES me to pieces. I am the stinkiest kitty ever! When she got me, I was so dirty that she didn't see the fleas I was infested with until she gave me a bath! She bathes me at least 2 times a week, and hasta wash my face with a wet towel after every meal. I try to help out and clean myself, but I really just make everything worse. I also can only eat canned food and I make a super mess out of it, but she just cleans up the kitchen and doesn't complain. Best of all, I'm a HAPPY kitten! I love my life now. When mum first got me, I was so skinny that I just slept all the time. Now I'm healthy and I love to run around like crazy, especially if I have the plastic strip from the milk jug to play with! And every night I curl up next to mum and purr away to tell her how much I love her for saving my life.
After me came Sabine, who is part feral and was living her whole life outside, having lots of babies. Mum went and caught her and her four kittens and fostered them all this summer. She found great homes for the babies, and as soon as she did, Sabine walked outside (after being spayed, of course) and won't come back in. I think she just put up with living inside because she knew it was good for her and her babies. Luckily, we live on a small farm, and Sabine lives in the barn. Mum made her an insulated shelter for the winter, and feeds her there. Sabine lives with another feral cat, Red-cat, who mum trapped and had neutered this summer.
On top of all that, mum volunteers every week at our local animal shelter. She has done that for the last 3 years. She gets to pet kitties, and brush them, and trim their nails, and play with them, plus cleaning litter boxes and other stinky stuff. She helps people find the right kitty-cat! She loves her work there so much that she just applied to veterinary school! She wants to work in shelter/emergency medicine and do research on stress in animals in shelters.
This is really long, I'm sorry. But I want to let everycat know how great I think our mum is! She has the biggest heart and all of us love her sooo much!

My Catster page is here http://www.catster.com/pet_page.php?i=225720&j=t

Bathsheba's Mom for Food Lady of the Year

2006-12-10T20:23:00.000-08:00

Okay. I admit it. Like Jake says, I am kind of grouchy. And I can be mean. I hiss, growl, and occasionally even bite. Dad has called me psycho-kitty on occasion. Or “luna[tic] kitty”. But, you know what? Mom LOVES me. Really. Other people might not be so understanding, but my mom loves me unconditionally. Why, for 15 years she’s put up with me now. She must be rewarded for this, but how? That’s why I nominate her as “Food Lady of the Year.”

My origins are rather humble. I was born under the porch of an old farmhouse that was still in use as suburbia grew up around it. Mom had lost her 6-year-old kitty Gus to stomach cancer just before I was born on August 12, 1991. She and Precious, her beautiful Maine Coon kitty, were very sad and didn’t want another kitty right away because Gus could not be replaced. One of the ladies at Mom’s office knew better. She thought that Mom needed another kitty, and the office lady always seemed to have an inside line to kittens needing homes. The farmhouse lady brought some of us kittens to the office to be viewed. Mom thought that she MIGHT consider a boy, but the only boy was spoken for. The whole litter of us had big feet with EXTRA TOES. Mom thought that was unusual. I was cute, but feisty. She couldn’t resist my cute kitten charms, so she adopted me in October when I was about eight weeks old. She named me Bathsheba after the beautiful main character in Thomas Hardy’s Far from the Madding Crowd, but she sometimes teasingly called me “Badsheba” because I did naughty things.

Life was pretty good. I got to venture outside and explore, but Mom always made sure I was safely inside before she had to go somewhere. I didn’t always make that easy on her because sometimes I refused to be caught. I loved Precious, who hated all other cats except for the ones she met and nurtured as kittens, like Gus, me, (and Jake).

Life changed in 1994 when Mom brought Jake into our happy home. Three’s a crowd, and I sulked. Later that summer Dad came into our life. He worked from home, so I got more freedom to go outside in the coming years. I stayed outside a lot. Two times I ran away in the summertime. I know that it really worried Mom since I was gone about two weeks each time. I feel bad now for Mom because I guess I didn’t understand back then just how much she loved me. She said that it nearly ripped her heart out, but she was joyous when I came home. I heard her calling me, sensed her awesome love, and KNEW I had to return to her.

My dear big sister Precious died in 1997 at age 19, and less than two months later, our wonderful Grandpa (Mom’s dad) died at age 67. Both Jake and I tried to comfort Mom as much as we could because she was very sad that year.

Now as I age, I’ve gotten much closer to Mom. I greet her at the front door when she comes home from work. That makes her SO HAPPY, which makes me feel important. She feeds me and keeps Jake away from me when I’m eating. She always gives me a taste of milk when she’s making hers and Dad’s dinner, and she remembers to give me a taste of butter or cheese if she’s using either of them. She always follows me upstairs after my dinner so she can give me water from my favorite bathroom sink. She tries not to cuddle me TOO much, since I’m not fond of it, but she always tells me how much she loves me and wants to hug me. She encourages me to sleep in bed with her at night until Dad comes to bed. Sometimes I’m reluctant to leave my kitchen chair where I’m napping, so she tries to pick me up. I get cranky and hiss at her sometimes, but then I try to tell her I’m sorry since I really do like to go to bed with her. She also helps me blog and make friends with cats in faraway places.

I fear I’m beginning to ramble, but it’s just so hard for me to describe what Mom means to me. I love her and I appreciate the fact that she doesn’t hold my bad temper against me. For her unconditional love for me, this cranky old lady cat, I believe that she should be named “Food Lady of the Year.”

~Bathsheba

Link to my blog: http://jakeandbathsheba.blogspot.com

My ladee is sweet and gud

2006-12-09T11:29:00.000-08:00

Hi, ny naym is Eclair.

Itz vary hard to think of reesuns that my foodladee shood be the Foodladee of the Yeer. Itz not becuz I dont alredy think she is, itz becuz I think all the hooman beans hoo tayk cair of us kittees arr vary speshul peepul!
I luv my foodladee so vary much for all the luv, food and attenshun she givs me. But one reesun that setz hur apart frum the rest is that she luvs to play on hur compooter. Yoo mite think this wud tayk time away frum playin wif me but she let me sleep on her lap wyle she taps thoz keyz.
Yoo see, if it wuznt for the fact that she luvs to be online she wud haf nefur fownd me. Itz becuz she red a storee abowt a cat heer in Konneticut that had a link to Skeezix' paj that she kliked her way thru sum links an endid up at petfindur.com whair she evenchewally fownd me at a local reskue sheltur. So becuz my ladee luvs the innernet it brawt us togethur, an that mayks her a vary speshul purrsun in my life! (it also helped that Skeezix rites an awesum blog an mayd her want to haf a cat agin)
She tayks gud cair of me an I am helpin her heel an be happee agin.

Mine Momma Saved Mine Life!

2006-12-08T22:37:00.000-08:00

Mine name is Pumpkin and I nominate mine Momma fur the Food Lady of the Yeer Award. She saved mine life. Well, akchooly Aunty Leona fownd me but then she left me wiff Momma and took off. I wuz so small I cood hardly see, I had no teef and I coodn't walk.

Momma is the one who fed me efurrytime I cryed. She fed me so good I grew a little rownd tummy.

She'z the one who helped me pee and poop cuz I coodn't go by mineself yet, I wuz so little. She burped me after I ate and petted me all the time. Becuz of her I grew up big and strong.

She'z also the one who fownd my big bruther Tiger who wuz starving in the hedge, and brawt him inside.

She luvs us vury much and we luv her rite back. (She also deserves a spechul award fur giffing us SHRIMP all the time!)

Link to my blog: Pumpkin's World

Mine Momma am tha best!

2006-12-08T11:36:00.000-08:00

I am nominating mine Momma for the Food Lady/Dude/Peepul of the Yeer Award.

My name am Oreo!

I wubs mine Momma
yes I do
cause her am the one
that gives me fud.

Her got a paper
& picked me out
& then her took me
to her house.

We gots lots of land
to run & play
I fink I'll go inside
& nap all day.

Her lets me go
outside to poop
I fink that am cause
her don't like to scoop!

Mine Momma gets up
at 6 oclock
all to feed me
wether her wants to or not.

Her likes to rub
mine silky ears
mine Momma
her am SUCH a deer!
(but not a vishus one)

So vote for mine Momma
for tha best
cause her am heads & tails
above the rest!!
(Sorry ofur Mommas & Daddys!)

Link to my bloggie : CLICKY!!

We Nominate our Meowmize

2006-12-07T15:21:00.000-08:00

We are nominating our Meowmize for the Food Lady of the year.

Our names are: Taps, Snowy, Pounce, Sia and Shamy - the Katnippia Crew

Sia & Shamy : We our nominating our meowmize because she is very special to us. That and she always makes sure that we have eferything our lil kitty hearts could possibly needs. Heres the reason Taps, Snowy and Pounce nominate our meowmize.

Taps: I nominate our meowmize because we have been with each other for a very long time. I came to live with her when she was a freshman in high school, and I was only 2. I have moved with our meowmize every where she has been. She even makes sure I eat my foodies even when I don't want to. When we found out I had kidney diesea she made sure she found out what she could about it. This way we could do what was best for me. I get special diet foodies, and baby food. this is why I nominate my meowmize.

Snow: I nominate my meowmize because she was the only one who loved me for me right from the start. I was in a lower cage at a satelite store that the SPCA had at a mall. The dadz and meowmize came in and was looking at the others. They both noticed that no one was really looking or paying any attention to me. So meowmize spent some time petting me and giving me scratcherz. Well she got me as a christmasy present and filled out the papers then and their. Well I didn't get to go homez with her then, but when I came home I was really sicks. She called the place she got me from and just told her to bring me back and she could pick another kitty out. She told them that they were very wrong and how could a kitty get sick with in 4 days, and just calmly suggest she just pick another kitty out. So she took me to go see Dr. Slaughter.he told her that I had a very, very nasty upper resp. infection, and a day later that I probably wouldn't have made it. So this is why I nominate my meowmize for Food Lady of the Year. Ieven have the same birthday as her.

Pounce: I nominate our meowmize because she saved me from the shealter that she was working at. I came in with my sisfer Pumpkin (RIP). I was there for about 5 months before I went homes with her. See I was getting sicky alot, sneezing and all. They though I was getting that yucky kitty cold. Meowmize thought it was just Hay fever, and she was right. this is why i nominate my meowmize, because if it wasn't for her I wouldn't be herez.

Link to our blog : http://www.katnippia.blogspot.com

DaisyMae Maus and the Feline Americans "Food Lady" nominee

2006-12-06T19:13:00.000-08:00

We are nominating Mom for the Food Lady of the Yeer Award.

Our names are DaisyMae Maus, Fudge Ripple, Cocoa Puff, Sparky Fuzzypants, Pumpkin, and Lucky Charmz.

Mom let us enter this contest because Skeezix has offered to make donations to cats/people in need and we really want to help those cats/people who need help at this rough time in their lives.

The most exceptional thing that Mom has done for us this year happened back in July when she FINALLY allowed us to set up our blog. We had been wanting a blog and Catster profiles FOREVER, but Mom was wary of the whole "My Space" biz ... She'd heard creepy things about it from her high school students, so she didn't want us flaunting our cute, innocent selves about what she thought was a very unsavory aspect of the internet. But, thanks to EXCELLENT blogs by celebrities Kukka-Maria and Skeezix the Cat (and Mao & Rocky), Mom let us take a risk ... For trusting us in the blogosphere, Mom deserves our praise.

DaisyMae Maus writing ... As you learned in my "Tail of Devotion," I'm not my mom's only cat (nor am I her first cat), but I am her favorite (or so she's told me). I am very happy to live with Mom (and the Feline Americans) in a warm, comfortable house where Mom attends to our every need. There is a toy box full of cat toys, an incline scratching post with fresh catnip spread upon it, a six-foot cat "tree" in the dining room by the front window, and one in the room with my computer. Mom sees to it that we are under the care of her old friend Dr. Jaqui (our V-E-T) and that we are free of pests like ... ugh ... fleas. We are allowed free-reign of the house, but aren't allowed to go outside unless we're safely ensconced in one of our three portable prison-boxes. She wants us to be safe! We get to sleep where we want which often means on the bed with Mom. She has a full-sized bed, so she often wakes with a kink in her back because we somehow quintuple our size when on her bed. All pain aside, we're very cozy and we wouldn't have it any other way.

We don't call our mom "Food Lady," but she does make sure that we're well fed each and every day. When we get our nightly can, Mom carefully divides it into six Corelle mini-bowls so that we share equally ... and she puts our bowls where we prefer to eat. She even follows Pumpkin into the bedroom where he prefers to eat in private.

Since our household includes a "geezer cat" who is scrawny, Mom makes extra sure that he (and by extention, we) are attended to. Mom keeps the pantry full of our favorite cans (Sheba and Natural Balance), kibbles (Eukanuba, NutroMax Cat, and Royal Canin Baby Cat formula), and treats (Temptations and Dentabites). She never lets us run out and will make a special trip to the Petco or Petsmart if our food stash starts to dwindle.

Additionally, Mom cares so much about us that when she's tired and just can't cook, she picks up things that we like to eat as her dinner. She gets KFC chicken breasts, Fudgie's favorite Chinese food (BBQ'd pork), and carne asada from the taco shop just so that we can share. Sometimes we eat what she's havin' (usually MOST of what she's havin'), but sometimes we only want a sniff. Mom calls her dinner "F3" which stands for "Fudgie-Friendly Food," because she wants to keep his strength up as he continues to age and she won't favor one of us over the others when it comes to sharin'. In fact, when she's sitting at the dinner table working on a craft or grading papers and Fudgie comes up and squawks at her, she'll get up and feed him (and us) a treat ... She doesn't think anything of it ... He "asks" and she responds.

That's why my mom deserves recognition as a contender for "Food Lady of the Year" ... She's very good to us and treats us like "family."
DaisyMae Maus and the Feline Americans

Link to my blog http://daisymaemaus.blogspot.com/

My salvation

2006-12-06T12:18:00.000-08:00

I’d like to nominate Grammy and Popi as my people of the year.

My name is: Sophia, the Diva Kitty

Five years ago, my human died a sudden death. I loved my human very much. His children did not understand that I was mourning my human and thought I was being ‘difficult’. I lived with them for a bit, but they hit me, abused me and were not nice to me – so I fought back. I was left in a shoe box at the doorsteps of Petsmart just before Christmas because they didn’t want me any more. That’s ok – I didn’t want them any more.

The nice people at the pet store tried to help me, but I was too wary of humans at that point. They gave me to a shelter. The nice shelter people tried to find me a forever home by taking me to adoptions, I hissed, snarled and was unhappy in the cages, so no one wanted me. The shelter people left me at home for a couple of months and were trying to figure out what to do with me, they thought I might have to go to the bridge because I was so unsocial. They decided to give me one more try at the adoptions. I knew this was my last chance. I tried to be very quiet and not scared.

Then, a kind face appeared before me. I couldn’t believe it. Someone was talking to me. He reminded me of my human so much. I just had to reach out a paw and gently touch his face. Then, I heard her voice. She said, “This lonely little girl needs a friend like our lonely little girl”. They opened the cage and I jumped into Popi’s arms and started purring. He never put me down. They adopted me and brought me home to the best family a kitty could have, I love it when DKM and I get to visit Grammy and Popi. I still jump into his arms, every time.

Thanks Grammy and Popi!

Me chilling at Grammy & Popi's house this summer

Link to my blog: http://divakitty.wordpress.com/

Our vote for Mummy

2006-12-06T09:22:00.000-08:00

We Are nominating our Mummy for the Food Lady Peepul of the Yeer Award.
Our names are: Smudge and Bob

and we would like to nominate our mummy cos we think shes wonderful!!
she lets us sleep on the bed and strech out as much as we like, and get up as soon as we sing for our breakfast,
she helps out animal rescue and shelters here in the UK and all over the world so that other kittys can have a wonderful forever home like we do, and even though as mummy said we dont have lots of pennies we are rich in love and cuddles and we never go without

you know we think everybodys mummy and daddy are special but we just thought we would give ours a nomination to say thank you for being there for us through thick and thin we love you mummy

Link to my blog or Catster profile: Smudge

The Awesome Man

2006-12-04T12:17:00.000-08:00

I am nominating the Awesome Man for the Food Dude of the Yeer Award.

My name is Chase.

Really I don’t need a competition to tell me how perfect the Awesome Man is. He my guy and I love him so much. I’m not sentimental so I’m going to try to write a short list of why he’s awesome.

He’s really tall so when I hug his front I have to reach up really high!

He makes me purr. That’s not easy.

He knows how to play the bite game and plays until I’ve had enough.

He always loves me best over the stupid kittens.

The tendons on the back of his ankle are really juicy to sink my teeth into. I do that every night when he runs to take his shower.

He makes the base of my tail poof. Only he can do that.

He is the keeper of the red dot. I love the red dot.

He has the best petting hands. He’s sooo good at ear massages.

He lets me get away with stuff because I’m me and yells at the kittens for the same stuff.

He is very easy to amuse and make laugh. I like to make him happy.

He has a great neck for snuzzling. He even lets me snuzzle late at night.

He is very concerned about my scary things list. You know, like the vacuum (though he did stick my nose in the hose once!!!), or thunderstorms. He finds me behind the bathroom door and comforts me.

He’s just the Awesome Man!

Link to my blog or Catster profile: http://chaseface.blogspot.com/

I nominate the Lap Lady!!

2006-12-04T12:09:00.000-08:00

I am nominating the Lap Lady for the Food Lady of the Yeer Award.
(aka The Woman and Mewomy)

My name is Kaze the Cat.

I’ve never had a hard life, I’ve lived a very sheltered happy life and I know I’m blessed for that. I came from a happy breeder home into my loving house. I never had to live outside in the cold, in fact I HATE the Out of Doors! So I can’t tell you a story about how the Lap Lady rescued me or how she helped me through a serious health issue. I can just tell you about how she makes me feel special and loved forever.

She makes me purr when I think of her and I always want to snuggle whenever she is near. She always listens to my meows and figures out if I am hungry, want some love, or which toy I am specifically asking for. Sometimes I forget she doesn’t actually speak cat and I have long conversations with her until I get what I want. Eventually she always gives me what I want even if she shouldn’t “give in”. I know I’m spoiled but what cat doesn’t want to be spoiled?

The Lap Lady will play fetch with me for as long as I want and will tirelessly fish out my sparkle balls (and trash “toys”) from under the bookshelf. She plays with the wand toy until she can tell I need a break. She brings home fun toys even though the Tall Man says “No more toys!!”She knows just which stinky goodness to give me and she knows I won’t touch another kind. She keeps my water bowl filled with cool clean water and she has always given me the same dry food I’ve always had since I was weaned from my mother cat.

The Lap Lady knows she has to lie on her left side at night so I can sleep under the covers nestled in her arms. She always supports Latte’s weight when he lies on top of my head making sure I’ve got plenty of room. She looses at least an hour of sleep every night when I wake her up purring.

When we watch TV she knows her lap should be available to me so she can pet me and scratch me and massage my ears and my body. She knows the places where I want to be kissed and loved on. She understands my important routines and doesn’t break them, morning rituals are always the same and I love structure!

She never gets mad (well not really anyway) when I knock something over or steal a fun morsel of trash as a toy. She always lets me climb her so I can sit on her shoulder and look around even when my claws are extra long. She doesn’t get mad at me even though I made every kitty in the house sick with my virus. Oh yeah, she did fix me when I was sick and all infected and such. She took me to the VETs and made me feel so safe that I purr when I’m there because I’m so happy to see everyone. She has never ever left me alone when I’m scared.
The Lap Lady is really my person. I know the other kitties all love her too but I feel so connected to her and I am always the first to get a “front hug” when she comes home from work. I think she deserves to win because she makes every day special in some way, every day is new and wonderful and it just makes me smile.

Link to my blog: http://kazethecat.blogspot.com/

I nominate my VET (I know, but he's really great!)

2006-12-04T11:19:00.000-08:00

I am nominating Dr. Driben for the Food Peepul of the Yeer Award.

My name is Latte the Meezer.

I started to write a tale of devotion for my Meowmy but realized that she knows I love her and I’ll leave it to Kaze who would probably pluck all of her whiskers out if Meowmy asked her to. Then I realized that there is someone else very special to me that I should honor. There is a whole bunch of people who this is devoted to but mostly Dr. Driben. I know he’s a VET and I’m not supposed to like him but I do because he’s saved my life twice.

I knew I liked him when he understood my meezer yowls when I was itty-bitty. He likes meezers a lot and I know I was too cute to resist. Every exam I’ve ever had he’s started with kisses on my meezer fur. I let him, I know its not dignified but he seems to like it. He always warms up my vaccines in his giant hands and is so careful to give me the smallest needle so I won’t hurt too badly. He got rid of my ear mites when my ears where itchy. He gave me my hoo-ha-ectomy but I’m not too mad about that.

Then one day I started to limp. I went into the office but he wasn’t there. It was OK; the other VET I saw was very thorough and concerned about my leg. Unfortunately the x-ray’s were hard to read and he thought I was fine, just a sprain. Two days later Meowmy called and said I hadn’t improved at all. Dr. Driben called her back right away stating that he was very concerned about the x-ray and he needed me to come in right away. He gave me extra x-rays and showed them to us on his laptop. My femur was all funky and it was very perplexing. He ordered up some anti-fungal meds but wasn’t so sure that was the problem. That night I was taken to the ER. He spent a long time on the phone with Meowmy giving her detailed directions and talking to her to make her calm. I had lots of emergency visits with the other vets for my bone biopsy and suture picking skills. He finally got to replace all of my sutures when I ripped a nice hole in my leg. Dr. Driben found the right meds to fix me all up and I got all better!

Just as my leg was fixed my head started to tilt. The world was a little crooked and I was pretty dizzy all of the time. I couldn’t walk a straight line. I went back to another vet and he thought I might need an MRI. I didn’t want one of those. I got some meds and went back in a few days to see Dr. Driben. He was very gentle with me but made me do some weird neurological tests. He even danced with me on a small circle! Everyone thought that was hilarious. I wasn’t amused and gave them the meezer stare. He didn’t want to make me do the MRI (I hear they are loud and NOT fun) so he gave me some icky meds and then I got better again.

Dr. Driben seems to cure all of my problems. The whole hospital loves me and they were so excited to see me for my physical. And then again two days later when I limped because of my shot. Even though I’m “delicate” according to Meowmy, Dr. Ian always takes me very seriously and puts my interests first. Plus, he’s really tall. When he holds me I don’t want to fall!!!
I love you Dr. Ian Driben and EVERYONE at Burl-Moor-Driben Animal hospital!

Link to my blog: http://lattemeezer.blogspot.com/

I nominate my daddy

2006-12-04T08:47:00.000-08:00

I am nominating for the Food Lady/Dude/Peepul of the Yeer Award.

My name is Stevie and I am a one-eyed kitty who really loves his daddy. My brother and sister, Bitey and Lucy, have helped me write this because I'm a big baby and I don't know how to type. But the words are mine and Bitey and Lucy agree that our daddy is the bestest daddy EVER!

Example #1:
My daddy was never really a "cat" guy. He likes all animals, but Mommy really wanted to get two kitties after they got married. So when a lady at Daddy's work found a bunch of 3-week old kittens starving in an alley behind their office, he called Mommy and they picked Bitey and Lucy to come home with them. They helped Bitey and Lucy grow big and strong, by bottle feeding them and burping them and everything. So when Daddy heard about a little kitty who was blind in one eye who needed a home, he convinced Mommy that three kitties would be no different than two kiddies. She bought his lie and I was added to the family. So without Daddy, I might not be here today.

Example #2:
Daddy goes with Mommy and us to every one of our vet's appointments. How many daddies do that? Everyone knows that daddies aren't as tough as mommies when it comes to medical stuff, but Daddy goes along 'cause he wants to help keep us calm.

Example #3:
Daddy shares all of the kitty chores, including giving us yummy treats, food and cleaning out our litterbox. He has the morning shift and does it every single day.

Example #4:
Daddy gives up his spot on the bed for us. I sleep at the foot of the bed and keep my parents' toes in line. If the toes move, I bite them. It's an important job. But Lucy sleeps between Mommy and Daddy and kneads Mommy all night. While she does this, she pushes against Daddy and makes him move over so she has enough room to knead. So daddy ends up sleeping like an S on a small part of the bed so that Lucy and I have as much room as we need. Mommy would roll on us if she could, 'cause she doesn't pay attention to where we are when she's sleeping, but Daddy would never roll on us.

Example #5:
He gives Bitey RuffPetz (patent pending). What are RuffPetz? Every time Daddy is near a bed, chair, couch, etc., Bitey jumps up for some special petting techniques perfected by Daddy - RuffPetz - where Daddy pets Bitey really hard. Mommy can't do it - she tried and Bitey just walked away. [Bitey inserts here - yeah, they're awesome and Daddy is the only one who can do it - Mommy sucks at it.]

Example #6:
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Our Christmas photo. See the Santa Claws in the picture? He's not photoshopped into the picture like we are. He was really there because my daddy works with a guy who plays Santa for Christmas and needed some extra money. So Daddy hired him to come our house and dress up like Santa so we could have him in our Christmas card picture. Santa is blind, so Daddy picked him up, brought him over, paid him, fed him dinner and took him shopping before taking him home. At least, that's what they told me because I get scared of new people and was hiding in the basement.

Example #7
Daddy always wants to adopt more kitties but mommy won't let him. He wants to save the world and he should be honored for even thinking about it. If it were up to him, there would be 20+ kitties and doggies in our house. But Mommy is mean and makes him choose - another furball or a human kitten. So since he wants a human kitten, he just settles for giving money to animal charities and buying food and stuff for shelters.

Example #8
He protected us from the snake that wiggled into our sunroom and scared Mommy so bad that she was crying and shaking in the other room. We wanted to play with the wiggle toy but Daddy singlehandedly kept us back while he got it out. He didn't want us to get hurt by the snakey fangs.

I hope this all explains why my daddy is the bestest daddy in the world. He saved my siblings, he saved me and he would save all of the other animals and people in the world if he could. If he has a flaw, it's that he has friends who come to our house and scare me. But it's not his fault that he has friends, I guess.

Please choose my daddy as Food Dude of the Yeer. Thank you for your consideration.

Stevie Ndugu

Link to my blog or Catster profile: www.catster.com/?218938.

Why our peepul should be nominated furrr Peepul of the Yeer

2006-12-03T21:26:00.000-08:00

We are nominating Daniel and Samantha, our pawrents for the Food Peepul of the Yeer Award.

Our names are: Boogers, Hondo, and Fido

Our pawrents... Gosh, it's so hard to sum up our appreciation to our pawrents furrr all that they have done furrr us! Where to begin??

Hondo: I'll go furrrst... My story began in May 2005 when my pawrents moved to our current home in No. VA. They were new to the area, and while getting comfortable to the area while driving around, they saw a PetSmart. Here they met little 'ol me as a rescue called "Fancy Cats" as they were holding an adoption. My pawrents were looking at all the felines. My mom was NEVER a fan of cats; she was a DOG lover! But thankfully Dad was a Cat lover!! Well, within moments, their eyes fell apon ME!! I remember them saying how cute I was and how I would make a great playmate/friend/sibling to a DOG named Snooper! Well, they were approved to adopt me and the foster lady dropped me off a day later (she wanted to bring my toys and stuff to my NEW pawrents home).

The next day I was greeted with a slobbery dog and I was so happy to have a furrrever home. Within days I made my mom fall in love with cats:) But something was still missing. I pleaded with my pawrents that my sibling didn't look like me and I wanted to have a friend that looked like me to share my deepest and darkest secrets with...

Boogers: Oh, it's my turn as here's how I come into the picture! Well, I'm told that Hondo and Snooper got along well, but Hondo really wanted a feline sibling. Thankfully my mom at this time loved cats! So as a Catmas present to Hondo, they wanted to adopt another cat! Here's where I come in... The same organization was at PetSmart. Initially my now pawrents had brought home A DIFFERENT cat, but within a few days they knew this cat wouldn't work out. So they talked with "Fancy Cats" and they thought that I would be a purrfect match as I loved cats and dogs. Interestingly enough, I was at the PetSmart when my pawrents were adotping the "other" cat a few days prior. I guess the furrrst time, but they didn't see me... Well, they loved me and I went home and was a great match furr their family...

Now here's why we're nominating our pawrents... Within days, I got REALLY ill, and had a bad sinus infection. Being that my pawrents were still new to the area, they were still trying to find the purrrfect vet. Well, after 3 vets, they found THE ONE who was able to cure my illness. Our pawrents NEVER EVER gave up!! They didn't care how much it would cost to get me well, they loved me so much! It was heart breaking I'm told to see me sneeze, but their love furrr me was so great. Hondo even looked sad as he felt helpless :(

Well obviously I got better and am about to celebrate my 2nd Catmas with my pawrents!!! I'm so appreciative that they didn't give up on me like some would... Me and Hondo get along GREAT!!! But, why stop at 2 cats and one dog? *nudges Fido... WAKE UP*

Fido: Oh, wha? My turn? So here's where I come in... A year and a half later my pawrents wanted another cat. My mom's heart kept growing and she really wanted another cat. Of course, dad was all furrrr it! So I came to my new home Aug. 2006 as my dad's co-worker kneaded to find me a new home as she was too busy with work (Life of a cop). Well, things worked out great with me, Hondo, and Boogers (and yes, even the stinkin' DOG).

All of us want to nominate our pawrents as the Peepul of the Year. They have always put us furrrst in their lives. They have the heart of GOLD. When ever we knead something, they don't hesitate to go and get us food, medicine, and are even good to other cats. Furrrr example, each time they go to PetSmart to buy food? They buy toys and treats furrr others in knead as every cat and dog kneads treats and toys! My mom really kneads some new clothes as she hasn't shopped furrr herself in years, but instead, what does she do? She buys US stuff and donates to animal organizations such as Best Friends instead.

Our dad does the same as our meowmy and we are so proud of our pawrents furrr thinking of others. They have our best interest at heart, and always put themselves second to us. We really appreciate this!! They have provided us three with a pawsome life and we couldn't ask furr anything more!!! They are our inspiration to be better cats--well, wait... We do get in trouble from time to time... But they always furrrrgive us! Even after the fact that we ate cords, ruined our Catmas tree this year, etc.!!!

We cannot thank our pawrents enough furrr bringing us into their lives! We're told that they can't imagine where they'd be now if they didn't adopt us:)

They even signed us up furrr Catster where we met many of my friends including Skeezix!!! How many cats are lucky enough to have friends! My pawrents are so happy that we can meow and play with others and it makes them so happy to see US happy! Again, they're always doing what's best furrrr US!!!

And how many cats can say they have a stroller? Yup, my pawrents bought us a stroller and we are SO appreciative furrr that! Who kneads new tires when you can have a stroller???

WE ARE JUST SO THANKFUL FURRR OUR PAWRENTS!!! THEY ARE #1 IN OUR EYES!

This is why we're nominating our pawrents, Daniel and Samantha:) WE LOVE YOU!

Link to my blog or Catster profile: http://www.catster.com/pet_page.php?j=t&i=347487

2006-12-03T18:29:00.000-08:00

I am nominating mi dad fer da Dude of the Yeer Award.

mi name iz jeter harris ... dis iz a pikshur uv mi dad finishin hiz nabee yakee oodon soop.

sum time ago, i wuz a feral kitten ... livin in a parkin lot wid mi brudderz an sistahz ... (an sum cuzzinz, too.) dis verree nice man in a red machine would bring food to us evree mornin an evree nite. we all got sum canned food, an sum dry food, an sum water. he put a cat howse owt fer sum uv us ... an sum blanketz ... thinkin we mite be cold.

he contacted sum ladeez hoo did sumthin called spayin an nooterin ... an dey capshured az manee uv mi familee az dey could an den releesed dem back into da parkin lot.

meenwile ... a villunus person wuz ritin sum meen an nastee notez to mi dad abowt mi familee. da notez were verree thretenin.

one day mi dad fownd a momma cat an all her kittenz poisoned in da cat howse. mi dad wuz hartsick over dis ... but he ignored da notez, an da thretz, an never stopped takin care uv mi familee.

i wuz da frendliest uv all da kittenz ... an mi dad decided to take me home an save me frum wutever wuz goin to happen evenchualee in dat parkin lot. i'm da luckee one. one by one ... mos uv mi famille disappeered. mi dad tried to do da bes he could ... he coulden't capchur any udder cat ... an we don't know wut happened to dem.

dere ar abowt 5 catz left in dat parkin lot. mi dad duzzen't park dere anymore ... but he takez da red machine over dere day an nite to feed dem.

hee'z a good man an mi mom sez he haz a hart uv gold. dat'z why i nominate him fer da dude uv da yeer ... an even if he duzzen't get dis award ... he'll alwayz be mi favrit dude.

i luv him.

Link to my blog or Catster profile: http://www.jeterharris.blogspot.com

Our Nomination

2006-12-03T15:55:00.000-08:00

We are Mia, Ghost & BG and we are nominating our Mom for Food Lady of the year. Our lives would be very different without her or even cut short. We love her very much...

I've been here the longest so I'm going first. I was a feral kitty on my own surviving as best I could catching meeces or other critters and hiding to stay safe. I was on my way to chase some meece in the field behind this nice house when a furless one came out & spoke to me! I was very spooked cause furless ones have never been very nice to me. But she fed me & I didn't even have to chase the food. I was very hungry & scared because other bigger cats beat me up. I finally warmed up to Mom but wouldn't go in the house yet. One night she was looking for me because she had heard a cat fight. She found me under the bushes. I had been hurt very bad. I was rushed to the VET and lost my eye but he fixed me. Sometimes I am a little unsteady on my feet but Mom loves & accepts me the way I am even if I am hissy and old. I love my Mom ~ Ghost

I had a home and was an inside cat. Then my thoughtless, mean humans moved and threw me out on street to fend for myself (bad humans). I wandered around trying to find some place to be safe. I found a house with nice lady who fed me & tried to get me inside but I couldn't take her sticky little people. One day, the nice lady had company - nice lady's sister scooped me, put me in PTU & drove me almost two hours to my current home. I'm glad Mom rescued me and that her sister kept me safe until she could come for me ~ Mia

Ok, I know I'm a woofie but I have a story too. I showed up on the doorstep on Labor Day with no collar or any ID. Mom (and my Granddad) took me all around trying to find my home. When no one claimed me, they built me a house & told me I was home (I already knew it). ~ BG

We all love our Mom. She has rescued other kitties too. Including one who fell into a hole in concrete wall at her work - she & co-workers fished out the kitten from about a 4 foot hole. They found good homes for all three kittens & mama cat. She also took another rescued kitten to her sister where he is living the good life but he had to endure a 3+ hour car ride to get to his furrever home. She would love to be able to rescue all kitties and it breaks her heart to know she isn't able to do so.

Thanks for sponsering this Skeezix & we want to let everyone know we love all your stories ~ Ghost, Mia & BG

Link to my blog or Catster profile: http://www.bamacats.blogspot.com

Our Nomination

2006-12-03T08:32:00.000-08:00

We are the four girls of the Big Piney Woods, Patches, Mittens, Mistrie and Precious,and we are nominating our Momma. Each one of us was rescued by Momma, without her, our lives would certainly not be good. She would rescue any cat in need and wishes she could save them all! We love her so.......

Patches' story:
Some furless person dropped me off in my Furless ones driveway on a brisk day in Oct.Without hesitation, she scooped me up and asked me if I would be her girl. I took to them immediately, and became the Queen of the House. All I have to do is "say something" and I get whatever I want.

Mittens' story:
Momma was doing volunteer work at our local shelter (cleaning kitty cages) when some furless one dropped me off there, in a box. I was and still am a very scairty cat. I was hiding under the blanket, in my cage and growled when Momma came to clean. She found out I was just timid and would take me out and pet me each and everyday. She said, of all the kitties in the shelter, she felt sorriest for me. She said she knew everyone was looking for kittens, not a 7 year old fraidy cat who growled at everyone. My "date" was coming up....I would soon go to Rainbow Bridge. Momma did what she does best, took me home! She understands my need to hide and makes it easy for me. Since I have stomach troubles she feeds me a special diet and gave me my very own room for "alone time."

Mistrie's story:
I am the outside kitty, but I want it that way. Several years ago, I found the Big Piney Woods and started staying in the woodshed. Daddy told our Momma about me and she started feeding me. Since that time, they have made 4 beds for me. I get all the food I could ever want, including stinky goodness, and when it gets real cold, Momma switches my water hourly, replacing the frozen with thawed. I let only Momma pet me, and I love on her, and drool, and purr and headbutt, even give her love nibbles. She puts advantage on me, too. There is a huge woods here, lots of decks to hide under and trees to climb and sharpen my nails on. I have found my furrever home.

Precious' story:
I was dropped off, about a mile down the road from the Big Piney Woods, sometime this spring. I was heavy with kittens, two of which lived, a tuxedo and a tabby. I was only 6 months at the time, a kitten myself, but I raised them in the woods, eating only a few bugs that I could find. I gradually lost weight, became skinny and my fur was very thin. I was so tired, I could hardly move. Momma found my kittens, but they were very wild. (She didn't know about me until she brought food down.) After I let my kittens eat, I devoured what was left. She came down twice a day. One day she brought a carrier, hoping to catch my kittens first. They just ran, so she took me. I ate 3 cans of food that day and was whisked away to the vet. I now live in the lap of luxury. I started playing a month after arriving in the house and I play all day now. It is wonderful to never be hungry, wet or cold. (Momma went down for a long time to trap my kittens, but they never returned. There are many houses close by, so she thinks they found their furrever home. Or like some kitties say, they were my angel kitties , their job was done.) Here is a before and after picture of me.

Before

After

Our link is http://thecalicogirls.blogspot.com/

Why my Mommy is the food lady of the year...

2006-12-02T14:56:00.000-08:00

I am nominating my mommy for the Food Lady of the Yeer Award.

My name is Libby Marie Riley.

First, i want to start of by explaining to everycat i have feline leukimia. I just recently found this info out, and of course, i has kind of dampened my spirits. But, this isn't a story about me. This is a story of why my Mommy is the food lady of the year. All the time i was sick before the vet man knew what was wrong with me, Mommy took good care of me. She feed me everyday and i was so tired i could barely lift my head. I dont know if Mommy ever cried for me, cause she never let me see. The other day i heard Aunt Becky ask "Abby do you cry when you think about Libby?" and you know what she said? " yes, i do. But, i dont cry infront of her cause i dont want to make her feel bad. She'll know im crying because of her, and she will think its her fault" isnt that a good food lady? Well, i think so too. Anyways, after the vet man found out i have leukimia he said i would probably have three months tops. My papa kept saying how mad he was but not my mommy. Later that day, she whispered, " Libby, dont be afraid. Gods watching over you. He gave me too you, and he wont take you back until its your time. He knows when its your time to go, and its not now." Mommy always trys to keep my spirit high. Everyday she sings to me and reads me some out of my Christmas book. She also feeds me by hand and gives me my pill everyday. You cant tell me my Mommys not the best. I just want Mommy to know, even if she doesnt win this contest, she is always the Food Lady of the year in my mind. I luv you Mommy and thanks for not giving up on me ever! Remember what you always say, well i changed it for you a little. Even when i move on our love will stay strong! I luv u forever, you'll be mine for always for ever and ever my Mommy you'll be!
I love you more than words can express!
Luv,
Libby

Link to my blog or Catster profile: http://www.LibbyMarieRiley.blogspot.com

Dragonhear'ts Nomination

2006-12-02T10:57:00.000-08:00

I am nominating my Humans for the Food Peepul of the Yeer Award.

My name is Hair'N'Skin Dragonheart.

I'm a Sphynx kitten, four and a half months old, and although I just joined my humans' family, they are the best humans ever.

Although my human dad is allergic to cats, he was willing to adopt me, even though it meant driving six hours to Frankfurt, staying a night in a hotel, picking me up the next morning, and driving back with me, another 6 hours. Fortunately, I don't make my dad sick.

My dad is wonderful. He fills my food and water dishes in the morning, and lets me sit on his lap, and curl up next to him in bed. He buys me very cool toys to play with.

My human mom is wonderful because she feeds me stinky goodness, plays with me when I want to play, and lets me curl up in her lap while she's studying and when she's working on the computer. She cleans my litterbox, and cleans up after me when I eat too fast and bring my food up. Since I'm a Sphynx, I don't have any hair, and so I need to have my ears and eyes cleaned often, and need to be bathed once a week. My mom does this with kindness, gentleness, and patience.

Both of my humans keep the place nice and warm for me, so that I don't get cold, and let me sleep with them at night, since it is nice and warm in their bed. They pet me whenever I want to be pet and take very good care of me. Oh, and since Munich water is very hard, and it doesn't taste good, they buy bottled water for me. Isn't that amazing?

My human dad is also wonderful because he is a Canadian army officer. That means he helps to ensure freedom for all of the cats and kittens in the world, as well as all the humans.

Link to my blog: http://dragonheartsdomain.blogspot.com

My Fuddy-Duddy Food Dude of the Yeer

2006-12-02T03:48:00.000-08:00

I am nominating Daddy for the Dude of the Yeer Award.

My name is Luxor.

I’m not quite sure what “fuddy-duddy” means, but I’ve heard Mom call Dad that on occasion, so I think it’s what is known as a “term of endearment.”

That’s what Daddy is to me: dear. I can tell by the expression on his face when he looks at me that I’m someone special to him. His eyes crinkle up at the corners and the sides of his lips go upward also, so I can see his teeth. But that doesn’t mean he would ever bite me. He talks to me like I understand exactly what he’s saying, which of course I do, being a cat.

He drove one whole day to get me when I was but a baby, and then after spending the night in Yuma, Arizona (temperature: 1,001 degrees), he drove another whole day to take me to my new home with him and mom in this place called New Mexico. Mom didn’t drive, even for a minute, and he was so tired, but not too tired to talk nicely to me and pet me before he went to sleep. Even then his eyes were getting all crinkly, and he hardly knew me yet!

Then one day I was trying to sneak into the bathroom while he was closing the door and my little rat tail got caught in it! I screamed so loud that Mom came running, and Daddy got down on the floor with me, saying, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” over and over. When Mom pointed out that a little fluff of my white hair was missing, he nearly cried. It grew back and everything turned out fine, but he still gets upset when he and Mom start talking about "... when Luxie was a kitten and his tail got caught in the bathroom door ..."

See, he’s very kind to me. In the mornings when Mom sleeps late and I’m going to keel over if I don’t eat RIGHT NOW, he notices and opens one of those stinky goodness cans, just for me. Sometimes my sisters try to muscle in, but he makes sure his Big White Boy gets enough, because it takes a lot of energy being me, getting into mischief and performing such chores as chasing my sister Silky up the cat tree. Being a guy, he understands these sorts of things and can relate.

Sometimes I get so excited when I see him I just can’t stand still. I prance around, flexing all my toes, and Daddy knows he’s supposed to lean over so I can lick him on his roundish, almost bald head. It makes him laugh, and I love to make Daddy laugh. Besides, I feel sorry for him that he only has a few whiskers on his face left and all the rest of his fur fell out. He probably gets really cold when he goes outside.

In the evenings when he reads a book in bed, he lets me come in and settle down next to him. Mom’s not allowed in there during these times. She stays in the rest of the house with my sisters, while Dad and I just lie there quietly, enjoying each other’s company. It’s a male bonding-type thing, I guess.

I hope you can understand now why my fuddy-duddy Dad is the best dude in the whole neighborhood … the whole city, no - the whole world! Because he just is!

Trust me on this,
Luxor

Link to my blog :
http://awhitecat.blogspot.com

We nominate our Mom :)

2006-12-01T21:58:00.000-08:00

I am nominating my Mom for the Food Lady/Dude/Peepul of the Yeer Award.

My name/Our names are: Pippin and Turtle

It was a warm day in early September. I was hanging out in the driveway where I was born, playing with my brothers and sisters. Something was missing in my life, but I didn't know what it was. I laid down to go to sleep...when suddenly a big, HUGE, loud thing rolled towards me. I couldn't get out of the way in time...and it rolled right over my back end. I hurt so much, I just mewed and mewed and couldn't stop. The man I lived with put me in an empty box and closed it. I heard him open the door of that thing that rolled over me and put me inside of it. I couldn't breathe inside this dark box, and I didn't think I was going to make it wherever we were going. Finally he turned the thing off and picked up the box I was in, and started walking. Suddenly the box opened and when my eyes adjusted, I found myself looking up at who I knew was going to be my new Mom.
She took me in the back where there were lots of lights and a doctor that gave me a shot to make the hurt go away. The man I lived with left to get money so he could help me feel better, and in the meantime my new Mom and another nice lady took pictures of me that said my hip was dislocated and my pelvis was fractured. They put me in a cage with a warm blanket to wait for the man I lived with to come back, so he could decide what to do with me. We waited...and waited...
He never came.
I wasn't worried, though.
I knew I was going to a better place.
Home with Mom.
Over the next few days, Mom made me stand up and try to walk. Boy, it hurt at first, but I just wanted to make her happy so she'd love me. She told me it was important to try so I could walk again. Finally, with lots of time and struggles, I walked a few steps on my own! The next couple of days I walked more and more until I was barely limping! New-Mom cried. She told me how much she loved me and how proud she was. After I'd been living in that cage for ten days, suddenly my Mom got me out and poked me in the neck to get some of my blood. It hurt too, but I just purred because I knew she loved me and wanted me to be okay. She did some tests on me that said I was perfectly healthy, and the next thing I knew, we were walking out the door.
We arrived at Mom's house, my new house, and I was just amazed. This was all MINE? Mom laughed at the way I rubbed everything, but I just wanted to make sure I wasn't dreaming!
Since then, Mom has been loving me. More than I was ever loved at that man's house. I get toys whenever I want them, and the best food I could have, and even though I don't like it, she takes me to the cat-doctor to make sure I'm healthy.
I don't know what I did to deserve the life that I have, but I don't complain and I sure am grateful and I love my Mom for everything she does.

(Except that she snores. And sometimes she leaves her dirty laundry in my room. Oh, and she brought Turtle home.(Turtle: I'm gonna barf in Mom's bed tonight, Pippin, and blame it on you.) Let me finish! I guess it's okay that she brought him home because he was lonely like I was.)

Why My Momma is Foodlady of the Year

2006-12-01T16:42:00.000-08:00

I am nominating My Momma for the Food Lady of the Yeer Award.

Our names are: Gemini, Georgia and Cheysuli

Georgia: Gemini why don't you go first?

Gemini: YEAH!!! YEAH!!!! I get to go firstest! YEAH!

Momma should be Food Lady of the year cause she is the best. When I was a tiny cat, before she was Momma, I was out in the big world. It was a cold, rainy, wet night. There was even some flooding near where we were. Fortunately her condo complex wasn't flooded. She heard me mewing in the middle of the rainy night. She got up and in her robe and jammies, went searching around for me everywhere but couldn't find me. I was hiding good! Anyway she heard me twice that night and she looked for me twice.

The next day, she decided to go looking when she could see and she heard me once more. She walked towards the sound. I was as far away from her condo unit as I could be and still be in the complex. She picked me up, even though I was furry afraid, cause I didn't know how nice she was and she took me home. She put me in the little front porch area that was enclosed and went to her local pet store to get some kitten food. She kept saying she didn't want another cat so soon and I was long haired and she likes short haired cats but she wanted to be sure I had food.

Well she got back about 15 minutes later and I had gotten out of the porch area. So she hunted me down. There was a big black and white cat in condo complex named 8 Ball and she asked him where I went. He watched her and then wandered down a few condos and sat in front of one. As she was almost giving up, she went to scratch 8 Ball's head. I mewed from the porch behind her. She knew that 8 Ball knew where I was and had led her to me. So she found me again. I was still scared but this time she put me in the bathroom inside so I couldn't get away.

She made sure I ate 'cause I wasn't eating out of the dish. I bit her finger and she laughed at me 'cause it meant I had figured out the food and I was furry hungry. She made sure I was safe. Then when I after the vet checked me out, she let me meet Georgia! And I LOVE Georgia.

Momma has always made sure that I have what I need and she pets me and lets me lick her ears in the morning. I think she is the bestest Foodlady ever.

Georgia: Chey, do you want to go next?

Cheysuli: Certainly. I think she's a fine human being. She feeds me regularly and I think that's important. Although I am one of three cats, she does try and give me some one on one time, because, as a Meezer, I am high maintenance and I'm proud of it!

She searched me out and choose me. She drove for 6 hours to meet the woman who bred me and took me home, although I was a two year old cat and not a kitten. All the cats there liked her, except me. Even the sealpoint queen of the house let her touch her and she hates everyone! I knew I was in for a treat, so I treat her badly and she still adores me, as she should.

Oh and I appreciate that she did not write a Tale of Devoshun because she would have written it about Gemini and I would have sulked.

Georiga: Yes, well that's very fine Chey.

Chey: Yes, I am a fine, fine cat.

Georgia: But now it's my turn.

I've been with my human pet for over ten years now. We met when she lived in an apartment complex. I had quite a scam running. I was a charmer in my younger days, still am, but I like my comfortable life. I digress. I had several people feeding me and none of them knew about the others. My current pet used to love to pay attention to me and rub my ears and I loved that. The others fed me but didn't pet me enough. The woman who had a bed for me was moving and she gave my bed to my current human pet and asked her to look after me because her indoor cats didn't like me. The woman agreed. I lived outside her apartment for about four months. Then there was a storm. I bullied my way past Ingold (her orange male tabby who I had a love/hate relationship with) and slept in the closet. Then she decided I was hers and took me to the vet to have me vaccinated. The vet guessed I was probably an 8 year old cat.

She found that with my clipped ears I had probably been spayed at a feral cat rescue. She still loved me.

I picked on her lilac point Siamese but she still loved me. I picked fights with the male cat but she still loved me. I tried to eat Gemini but she still loved me. She sat me down after it was just her and I (Gemini was in the bathroom) and she told me that she wasn't a one cat person. She said I choose her knowing this and while I was probably thrilled to be an only cat, she wouldn't compromise on this. That little brat was staying. I caved. After all, she had caved in when I refused to be an indoor only cat, allowing me outside.

She feeds me well. She brought the litter box up to a closer place for me when I was having trouble moving. She sat outside with me so that even when I was having a very hard time moving, I could enjoy the weather. I love outside! She always remembers me and never leaves me outside (unlike some in the family!). She listens to me. She knows that I don't want my life to be about a bunch of medications and she is working with me to do everything we need to be sure my quality of life is high for as long as it can be.

I think she should be food lady of the year because she listens to what I want. She even listened to the Iggy cat. He wanted to die at home with her. It was hard for her to do that, but she stayed there with him the whole time. He died when he wanted to, naturally. I'm not sure how I want to go but I know when I do decide, she'll listen to me too. I know that's sort of morbid for you youngsters, but when you are an old lady like me, that's important.

Gemini or Chey, do you want to add anything?

Chey: Do we win food if she's foodlady of the year?

Gemini: CHEY!

Chey: Just asking...

Link to my blog or Catster profile: http://www.geminikit.blogspot.com and http://www.mysiamese.com/wordpress

We namatie Mamma laura

2006-12-01T15:29:00.000-08:00

Lilly and Iris tell all .

Mu shue: were do were Start Lilly and Iris

Lilly: mu shue she more than just a food lady

Iris: she better than that she Mama Laura

Mu shue: she a life saver wiff out her I be dead I was on my last legs. I had a home as a kittnen then my owner let me go and i was forsed to live on the streets. I was a furry sick cat when she took me in. She spent lots of green papers and time to get me well. I cost her an arm and a leg though out the years but she always said I worth every penny. she the best food lady becuse she cuddles wiff me takes care of me and spoils me rotten like i never knew before. There for she the best food Lady

Lilly: Well Mu shue your right she saved mny life two she could have taken a diffent cat. But she wanted the one who was laded unadoptbul. She wanted the cat who every one gave up on. She wanted the cat laded ungle wiff my spots and non matching tail. I would have never know love it was not for her. she wanted the cat who need someone. That was me one more day at that shelter and I would be at the bridge

Iris: wow you guys are right. Mama Laura is the best I knew that when i went her in the selter thats why i never let her get away. see there she was voiltreeing and There I was my lone kitten mezzer shelf so I adopted mama Laura becuse I knew she be more than just a food lady

Mu shue: Mama Laura giff the best cuddles

Lilly: Mama has given me cat beds so I can stay close and yet not too far she always working with me. She the only one who i let pet her

Iris: she put up wiff yodling at 3:00 am

Mu shue: well it Offical Lilly and Iris we got the best food lady in the world. more than just food and treets she giff us every thing we could ever want and more she always putting our wants before hers. Like wiff the Raido cat She sold a dimmond nechless and earing form her geart grandma to take care of my bills. She said "dimonds are just thing Love is something you cant by I promiced to take care of you I never brake my promice. Sometime we can do with out for the cats we love"

Lilly: Mama Laura I luff you always

Mu shue : mama Laura I luff You always and forever more

Iris: Mama Laura I luff you even if i am a babie mezzer

LOki's Food Lady

2006-12-01T14:28:00.000-08:00

My fudlady is the best! She luvs me like no udder. She gives me lots of stinky goodness, and smells-like-dog-poop teeth fud. I luv French Fries, an she always shares. Sum udder fuds I luv ar: purfum, 45-proof sunblock and stroopwafels (dem are importud Dutch coookies.) She says that dese ar "illegal fuds" so she makes shur I get dem in modderation.

Sum "legal fuds" are tuuna, sammon, gravvy, slim-fast goo-gaws an chikken. I get mor of dose!

My fudlady is also wel-traned. I get summting effurry time I meow, which I du a lot.
All in all, I am a furry lukky kittie, an I luf my fudlady furry, furry much. She dussn't werk, so we spend a lot uf time togetter, an she effun tells me wen she will cum home wen she goes owt. I lerned how tu blog frum hur, and she lets me use the compuuter a lot.

(She is wispering in my eer that she will donate the gift-certificate to neeeedy kitties if she wins. That's how grate she is!!!)

Thank yu fur yur conssiderashun.
LOki

Kontest Roolz and How to Enter

2006-11-01T10:49:00.000-08:00

Nominayshuns are now being aksepted for the 1st annual Skeezix the Cat's Food Lady/Food Dude of the Yeer Award.

Have yer peepul dun sumthing ixsepshunul to make them TOPS in yer eyes? Heer's yer chanse to thank them!

GRAND PRIZE

A "Food Lady/Food Dude of the Yeer Award" Trofeey
$50 Amazon Gift Sertifikit
Sponsership of a Best Frends Cat in yoo or yer Food Lady/Dude's name
Whirly-bird Cat Toy for the cat hoo nominaytid yoo

FINULIST'S PRIZES

Win thare choice of eether a Skeezix the Cat morfing mug or a Skeezix the Cat 2007 kalinder.

WILDCARD PRIZE
A name will be chozin at randum frum the non-finulists and reeseeve the following:

Sponsership of a Best Frends Cat in yoo or yer Food Lady/Dude's name
Choice of eether a Skeezix the Cat Morfing Mug or 2007 Skeezix the Cat Kalinder

YOO'LL HELP OWT A FREND IN NEED BY ENTERING

For evry entry in the kontest (up to a max of 50 entreeez), I will donate $1 eech to Brandi, Oreo, and Libby Marie. Brandi's mom is owt of werk, Oreo's Mom has huge peepul-vet bills and Oreo is trying to help owt, and Libby Marie has big vet bills. So, just by entering yoo can help owt a cat in need! If thare are 50 entreez, Brandi, Oreo and Libby Marie will EECH git $50.

ROOLZ

It can be as long or short as yoo like. Any format -- inclooding a storey, poem, fotos, videeyos, lists, rap song.
To submit a nominayshun, yoo must be a cat with a blog (that has posts prior to 1 Dec 2006) OR a Catster profile. (Bin meening to start a blog or join Catster? Now's the time! And, both Blogger and Catster are FREE.)
Evry cat hoo submits a nominayshun gits one extra vote, to be posted in the comments feeld of the nominayshun.
I can change the roolz anytime I wunt becuz it's my kontest.

HOW TO ENTER

Go to blogger.com
Sine in to blogger using username: frendofskeezix and pw: skeezix.
Klik the Food Lady/Dude of the Yeer Award Blog link.
Klik "Create new post" link in the dark bloo box under the tabs
Rite yer nominayshun. Be shoor to say hoo yer nominayting, and provide a link to yer blog or Catster profile.
Win yer done, publish yer post.
Clik "view blog" to make shur yer entrey got publisht.

DEDLINE FOR ENTREEZ:
December 18th at 11:59pm. Yoo can enter later, but yoo run the risk of not gitting on the ballut.

VOTING:
December 19th - 24th (Ballut will be taken down win the Food Lady and Mr TF git home frum midnite Mass arownd 2:30 am on 12/25.)

The top five vote-getters will become finulists, and the winner will be chozen frum the finulists by a committee konsisting of Skeezix the Cat, Mao, Rocky the Gutter Cat and Trip the psyko stray cat.

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WINNER WILL BE ANNOWNST on Krismiss Day.

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Freeqwintly Askt Qweschuns

Q: Thare are a bunch of cats in owr famly. Can we eech submit seprit nominayshuns for the same Food Lady/Food Dude?
A: The same persun can only be nominayted once in a singul entrey. So, in that singul entry, eech cat can explane why s/he thinks thare food lady/food dude shood win.

Q. Can I only nominate MY persun, or can I nominate sumwun else?
A. Yoo can nominate anywun yoo like. For ixzampul, Grr cood nominate KC's mom for taking such good care of KC after she got so sik frum her ladygardenectomy, and Midnight mite nominate Princess Zippy's mom for selling a car to pay for OC's vet bills. And Cocoa cood nominate thare own Food Lady.

Q. My persun is the best food lady EVER, but she hasn't done anything heroic like saving me frum a berning bilding or donayting a kidney to me or anything. Shood I even bother nominayting her?
A. Tell yer story, no matter how big or small. I'm shur s/he'd love reeding it. Remember --- I'll donate $1 eech to Brandi, Oreo and Libby Marie for eech entry.

Q. Can anybuddy submit a nominayshun?
A. Only cats hoo have blogs with posts prior to 1 December 2006, OR Catster profiles may enter nominayshuns.

Q. Can anybuddy vote?
A. Anywun with a valid emale adress can vote. For cat households hoo share an emale adress, yoo can emale yer votes to me and I'll enter them manyully.

Q. My Food Lady is kind of a privit persun. Do I have to tell evrybuddy whut her name is?
A. Nope. I don't even know my Food Lady's name, wich is why I call her the Food Lady.