Amber’s Singing a Happy Song

Ladies..ladies!  Stop the exercise music and listen.                                                  Good news, Amber’s blood tests came back and she is doing well.  Her arthritis is getting bad so she now has pain meds like Angel Kali had for the really bad days.  Our purring worked.  We must keep the purring going to get her back to the vivacious lady she was but she’s here with us again.                                                              

 

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Calling All Crotchety Cougars….We need to send Purrs

 

Binga:  Ladies!!  Ladies, turn the music down, Binky.  It’s way too loud. I have to yell to be heard.                                                           

BINKY:  C’mon swing that butt Ali.  Alright, keep the music down, Binga has an announcement to make.                                                 

Sarabi: What’s going on Binga, you look concerned?                                                  

Binga: I am concerned. Amber is just back from the vet’s and her kidneys are inflamed. This is not good. We must say purrayers for her.                                                                    

Allie: No, not Amber. She’ll beat it. We’ll just make sure and give our all for the best of Amber to shine through.

Sasha: Let’s form a circle and hold paws. Then we’ll bow our heads and say out purrs for Sister Amber.                                                           

Amber we love you and want you back dancing the Rumba with us as soon as possible.

Madi Remembered with Laughs and Love

We’re here to remember and laugh over Madi’s  life.  Madi left us on September the 13th.  She moved on to the Rainbow Bridge where so many of our friends wait for their human buddies.  Me, I can’t imagine Madi with wings.  She was too much of a fly by the fur on her butt cat.                                                       

Madi’s motto should have been…”Anything is possible!”

KALI:  I remember Madi visiting me at home and helping make a snowman.  Madi didn’t want a normal snowman…no, not Madi.  She wanted a snowman standing on its head. mol                                                           

BINKY:  I will never forget Madi in our version of the play, Gone With the Wind.                                                   

Madi played Mammy with her noisy crinkling slip.  She made it crinkle all the more cause it was noisy and loud.

ALLIE:  Remember Madi’s 16th Birthday tea party.  She received a lovely cake which I felt belonged on her head.                                                          

Madi looks perfect.  Her hat is red which is her favourite colour.

AMBER:  There are so many things Madi did that were so memorable that we can’t possibly mention them all.  One of the latest was her winning a lifetime cruise for all the Crotchety Cougars.                                                                       

We all became seafaring Cougars thanks to Madi.

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Come join our hop in celebrating Madi…a gem of a gal.                                                    

Madi Makes Her Final Leap

AMBER:  Girls, hold the racket down!  I have disturbing news.  Madi has left us for the Bridge.  It was her time and you know she hated to wait for anything so she is with the other crotchety angels.                                                    Isn’t she going to add some hot sauce into their milk! mol

BINKY:  I can see her now….                                            

insisting that leaping should be considered daily exercise in the fitness class.

ALLIE: Can’t you picture Madi correcting the way one prepares for a leap…”no, no not that way…let me show you.”

She had a great way about her where you didn’t get the idea she was real pushy just trying to help.  Really…she was bossy as heck though!

SASHA:  We wouldn’t be on this forever cruise if Madi hadn’t won it.                                                      

We love ya Madi and will always be grateful you are a Crotchety Cougar.                                                      

Never good bye Madi but see you later yell Amber, Buddy, Sarabi, Sasha, Binky, Allie, Ali and Binga.

Crotchety Cougars Win Big Time Part 3

ANGEL KALI:  Do you remember when we started the Crotchety Cougars, Phoebs?  We weren’t sure anybody’d join but figured we’d like to do fun stuff even if it was just us.  We needed to vent with others that understood what we missed from the past and how we saw life now.                                                                  

 ANGEL PHOEBE:  We did have fun, Kali, and the other gals just made the club better.  I really don”t pole dance very much and I should or I’ll forget how.                                                                        Ladies, tell us why you joined the Crotchety Cougars.  Let’s start with you Binky.                                                                   

BINKY:  I remember that I saw the badge of the CCC (Crotchety Cougar Club) 15+ on a few bloggies and thought, what kind of club is that? Is it a decent one? I knew angel Pheobe was a pole dancer, so that could be a like fifty shades of red club, or are we in yarn every time we visit? All those questions got my curiosity at work, I just had to find a way to sneak around in the club, without letting anyone know, but I only was 14, so they wouldn’t let me in and I had to wait. That was a long wait, I can tell you! Then angel Phoebe invited me at the club when I finally went 15 and I couldn’t wait to wear that special hat, that all the members wear and to find out FINALLY what really happens in that club…All the Ladies and one Buddy guard who are just like me, old cougars that only want to have fun with each other… and over each other…. and my answer was YES… immediately and I had a real good time, with all of them.  I have seen a few of my furriends going to furrever land, but with the bond that we’ve shared, I know that we will see each other again one day *looks at the sky*.

How bout you Madi.                                                           

 Madi:  I agree with Binky.  A place for us cougars to hang out is what I was looking for.  Age is just a number and I want to see everything and do everything possible….the journey is what it’s all about cougars.  So look out world here we come!

SASHA:  I was invited to join the Crotchety Cougars  at the age of 16 by my friend Phoebe. Phoebe’s Mom, Ellen, helped Phoebe compose a note that read: “Sasha, welcome to the Crotchety Cougars. Love Phoebe” which she sent along with the red hat symbolic of the club.  I just HAD to be a crotchety cougar.  I turned 17 on January 10, 2017                                                                                                                   

ALI:  I became a crotchety cougar because well I am one. I am 17 now and just a wee bit spoiled. Mom is finally trained to do what I want first and then we’ll talk about what she wants. mol Some, if not all of the cougars are Cat Scouts as well so I, have  furriends here.  It is a fun, safe place for us older female kitties to hang out and be ourselves.

Well, Amber, Binga and Sarabi, did you join for similar reasons?

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SARABI:  We agree with the previous cougars. Fun was key to the Crotchety Cougars.

Angel Ellie: Oh, oh, we’re late for our exercise class. Let’s go girls.                                                              
AMBER: C’mon let’s sweat to our song…..”♫ Cougars just wanna have fun.♫”  Swing them hips and shake your booty, ya!!

ANGEL PHOEBE:  Angels, what do you think about having a branch of the Crotchety Cougars at the Bridge?

ANGEL KALI:  Let’s go for it!  We’ll stay at the Bridge and have a bunch of the angels join us.   We’ll have the club going strong by the time the others get to the Bridge.  We can always come and visit you cougars in your sleep.  All you have to do is think of us and we’ll show up when you close your eyes.

Angels Kit, Ellie, and Lily Olivia agree.

BUDDY:  Ladies. Ladies!  Hey shut up and listen, I say!  The angels are leaving for the bridge so let’s head to bed and sees them in our dreams ya, I said our dreams.                                                       

ANGEL KALI, ELLIE, KIT, LILY O and PHOEBE:….Goodnight cougars, see you in your dreams.  * The angels take a jump off the ship and are swept upwards…*

 

 

 

Crotchety Cougars Win Big Time Part 2

ANGEL LILY OLIVIA:  Look at this ship.  Reminds me of the tales my furry mama would tell us kits about our Uncle Smackabutt.  He was a real ladies man.  He had a she-cat in every port and they all cried whenever he left for another adventure aboard the ship, Loon A Sea.  Mama says he was quite the looker too.  He had whiskers that were long and slender…they drove girlcats wild.  His furs were soft like a baby’s butt.  That’s how he got his name of Smackabutt cause after you touched his furs you just wanted to smack that silky butt.  What a guy!                                                                  

ANGEL KIT:  He sounds like the type of mancat our mom warned us about.  A carefree gigolo that would get us in the family way and then look for better pickins’ elsewhere.  A real rounder!  Figures, you’d have weird kin, Angel Lily O.                                                              

ANGEL LILY O.  I suppose you had hard-working parents and kin!  Nobody interesting in your family, eh, Angel Kit.

ANGEL KALI:  Knock it off you two.  We all have colourful characters in our families.  Now let’s focus on our ship cruise.  What’s the name of this ship?                                                                            

ANGEL PHOEBE: Hey Angel Kali this ship is the best in the Catanna line.                                                                        The ship’s called the Floating Furball.  This ship is huge!

BUDDY: Let’s get changed and have a rousing game of shuffle board. Anyone ready to be beat to a pulp, pulp, pulp with a shuffling board?

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SARABI…I am more than ready to take you on, you grey chicky. mol

BUDDY: Who’s youse callin’ a chicky, you little spotted dick? hehe. I made a funny!

SARABI:  I have stripes not spots…oh I see you’re going to call me a striped dick.  You’re odd, Buddy.  I’ll bet you 10 treats and a nip leaf I can beat you at shuffling the board.

BUDDY:  You’re on, Stripes!                                                                        

BINKY:  Wait, Buddy’s not here, yet.  Oh I see, Buddy’s taking the picture.  A bit too much nip and sun. MOL                                                                     

SARABI: Hey, grey chick-hen, we tied. Next time I’ll beat the feathers off you chicky breath.

BUDDY: That’s not gonna happen Stripes. Nyet, nyet and nyet again. My Russian is shining through.

BINGA: Anybody up for Karaoke. I feel a song comin’ on.

SASHA:  My aunt got her husband with karaoke.  She was singin’, “A Cat of Many Colours” when she fell off the stage.  My future uncle had a front table and rushed to help her up.  He was a proud member of the Royal Felines Try First Aid (RFTFA).  My aunt was ok except for some scratches caused by my uncle when he examined her.  He was kinda excited.  The rest is history.                                                                     

ANGEL PHOEBE: What’ll we sing that says it all.

ANGEL KALI: I got it. How about, “I’ve Got a Cougar By The Tail?”

  ♫ I’ve got a cougar by the tail, it’s plain to see;
I won’t be much when you get through’ with me
Well, I’m a losing weight and a turnin’ mighty pale
Looks like I’ve got a cougar by the tail

Well, I thought the day I met you, you were meek as a lamb;
Just the kind to fit my dreams and plans
But now, the pace we’re livin’ takes the wind from my sails
And it looks like I’ve got a cougar by the tail

I’ve got a cougar by the tail, it’s plain to see;
I won’t be much when you get through’ with me
Well, I’m a losing weight and a turnin’ mighty pale
Looks like I’ve got a cougar by the tail

Well, ev’ry night you drag me where the bright lights are found;
There ain’t no way to slow you down
I’m as ’bout as helpless as a leaf in a gale;
And it looks like I’ve got a cougar by the tail

I’ve got a cougar by the tail, it’s plain to see;
I won’t be much when you get through’ with me
Well, I’m a losing weight and a turnin’ mighty pale
Looks like I’ve got a cougar by the tail.♫

Songwriters: Harlan Howard / Buck Owens

ALLIE:  Yeah!!  Here’s to us.

                                                           

Stay tuned for Part 3 after everyone gargles with Niperine to soothe their crackling mews.

NEWS ON BINKY

ANGEL KALI  Cougars, there is good news on the Binky front.  She is holding her own. All our purring has helped. Here is the message from Granny and Binky:

 Thank you my sweet Cougar furriends for all your purrayers and this beautiful card. We have had a quiet weekend and a miracle has happened, I am on my way to recovery. Step by step, but I haven’t had a seizure two days. I’m tired and still a little confused, but Granny says, it takes some time to be your old self again, just give it that time 🙂
Granny purromised to work on my bloggie real soon, but she has to catch up some sleep before she can. Thank you again, all of you. I’m happy that I am still here with you. Love, light and Pawkisses to you all

ALI:  Dang that girl, she scared the hibiscus out of us!

AMBER:  A high paw for further recovery for Cougar Binky.