Sunday, April 24, 2011

It's All About Me, Isn't It?

I is vewy confuzzeled.  I is always looking for attention and I usually gets it.  Whenever mommy is round I run to her and twy to get her to play.  Most da time she stops and plays wif me, but sometimes she doesn't and I gets mad.  I go find a good place to pout.  When mommy sees me pouting she says, "Otis, it's not all about you!"

Afta while I forgets bout pouting cuz mommy start makin fuss bout me.  She takes me to get groomed and den starts taking piccies of me again! She always chasing me round da house twying to gets me to pose for her.  She takes so many piccies dat I start to feel like a celebrity.

I mean if Oprah can has her piccie on da cover of every magazine, den I guess I can has piccies of me on my bloggy.

Since mommy keeps sending me mixed messages I thought I would make a quick post to my bloggy and ask my anipal furriends what dey thinks.  

Is it or is it not all bout me?

Friday, March 25, 2011

Where Do I Belong?

I sees lots of anipals getting adopted.  Once dey get a new fambly and forever home dey feel safe and loved.  Der new fambly does everthing to makes dem feel likes dey finally has a place where dey belong.  It such a wunderful feeling to knows dat yoo belong.  I likes dat feeling too.  My home is where I belong wif my fambly.

Mommy and me was talking bout dis da udder day.  I asked her to tell me da story of how she found me cuz I didn't remember since I was so little.  She said, "Otis, we didn't find yoo, YOO found us".  Dis confuzzeled me so she continued to splain it to me.

Mommy, daddy and my brofurs wanted to gets a pet.  Dey knew dat dey couldn't get a kitteh cuz my brofur is allergic so bad wif asthma.  Dey wanted to gets a doggie dat not makes my brofur sick.  Mommy said dey didn't knows where to get a doggie and so dey just kept talking bout it, but didn't get one.

One day, dey all four was in da car and decided to stop at a yard sale.  While dey was shopping dey heard puppies barking. (It was me mostly, cuz I barks a lot)  Da lady at da yard sale said dat she had mini poodle puppies for sale to a good home.  Mommy, daddy and my brofurs came to da back of da house and sees me playing wif my siblings.  Mommy said I was looking at her and barking to her to pick me.  She said dat she picked me up and held me and knew right den dat I belong wif her.

Because dis lady live in our neighborhood, sumtimes, we gets to see my siblings and der famblies.  It like a reunion kinda.  Mommy said she was glad bout dis cuz she didn't like separating me from my siblings.  Mommy splained dat when she was little like me, she had siblings too but got separated from dem.  She said dat she lived in foster homes and an orphanage and dat she missed her fambly.  She said she neva saw dem again and for a long time didn't knows where she belonged.  She said dat when she was nine years old she finally gots a forever home.  She always remembered her siblings and knew dat one day she would go to look for dem.  She found dem many years later and dey all see each udder now and visit, like a reunion.  Just likes me and my siblings.

Knowing where yoo belong is vewy impawtant I thinks.  It makes yoo feel loved, safe, and not alone.  Dat how I feel when I is tweeting wif my anipal furriends on Twitter.  Everbody make each udder feel likes dey belong.  Mommy and me makes sure everday dat we say pawprayers dat all anipals feel likes dey has a place where dey belong cuz one day we knows dat pawprayer gonna come true.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Furriends Forever

Recently mommy's friend Liza passed away from cancer.  It was a vewy sad time for mommy and me cuz Liza was my friend too.  When she would come to visit us we always did fun and special things togeva.  One day mommy was sitting on da sofa reading a book and I was cuddling right next to her likes I always do.  I asked her how long she was gonna be sad for.  She said she would always be a little sad because she couldn't see her friend but mostly evertime she thought bout Liza she would smile.  She said dat was always gonna happen cuz she has so many fun and happy memories of Liza dat she couldn't helps but smile.

My furriend Tez decided to go for long walk away from his house last week. All his fambly and furriends has been looking for him eva since.  I told mommy dat it made me sad cuz maybe if Tez not come home I might neva see him again.  Mommy asked me to tell her bout all da times Tez and me and our furriends did stuff togeva.  So I started to thinks bout does times.

Likes da time Tez and me and our furriends gots to pull Santa's sleigh at Christmastime.

and da time dat we all went to visit Tez in Ibiza afta Paris Shopping twip for @Petiethecat and @Pandafur Shower.

and da time dat Tez, me and da boyz started da Bad Boyz of Twitter!

and den der was my wedding wif @Tallulahsmom
Of course Tez was a groomsmancat
We all had so much fun!

When I thinks of deese times I find myself smiling and I not feel so bad.

I talked to Tez's mommy bout missing Tez.  She has bin like a mommy to me and Tez's furriends and we loves her and her whole fambly.  She decided to write a special letter to Tez's furriends and wif her purrmission I gots to put it here in my bloggie, so here it is:

My dear, lovely friends,

Well, it is now a week since we last saw Tez, and whilst I realise that this is not too long in comparison to other cats' disappearances, I  feel I owe it to you all to be honest and let you know my true feelings here.

I have had the joy of living with Tez for over sixteen years, and in that time, I have developed a very strong, almost psychic, connection with him.  I have spent a lot of time over these last few days, sitting quietly and “tuning in” to him and I have to tell you that the sense I get is that Tez has chosen this to be his time to cross the Rainbow Bridge.  I know that this is upsetting – I'm crying as I write – but in actual fact, the reason that I sense this, is very positive...I get absolutely no sense of Tez being injured, or lost, or trapped, or scared, or in any kind of danger; the only sense I get is one of deep peace and contentment. 

Let's not forget, Tez is 16 years old, which is the equivalent of an 80 year old person.  As most of you know, he had been ill a couple of weeks ago with gastroenteritis which he seemed to recover fully from, but I'm wondering if the stress of going the vets every day (and he hated going in the car), having to be force-fed and all the antibiotics & other meds he had to take actually had a more damaging effect than we realised.  At the end of the day, he wasn't used to it...previous to that, do you know how many times in 16 years we had to take Tez to the vets because he was ill?  Answer...none.  He quite literally was never, ever ill and I don't know about you, but if I get to 80 years old and never ail for anything, then I'll be more than happy.

Please don't think for a minute that we are giving up on Tez.  His dad and I will be out searching and shouting for him for a long, long time yet and I hope and pray that he'll come strutting through the door and prove me wrong here, but the special bond that we have always shared feels to be gently telling me that he knew it was his time to take himself off somewhere peaceful and drift into his forever sleep...and also reassuring me that he's very happy about it. 

The other sense I get is that Tez sees absolutely no reason why this should stop him tweeting.  Lots of anipals tweet from over the Rainbow Bridge, and whilst I am a bit reluctant just yet to add Tez to this wonderful group of furriends...because, obviously, we don't know for sure...I think that the sensible, mature and practical thing to do here, is to acknowledge that Tez has, in fact, been abducted by the most loving, friendly and intelligent aliens (!!).  Tez will be coming back very soon to tweet as himself, but rather than as a “16 year tabby boy etc” he will be “The Intergalactic Cat of Mystery” which, I think we can all agree, suits him to a tee.  More to the point, he will now be playing a stronger role in helping all anipals and their humans whenever they need it – his mission (which is why he was abducted and has been in training for the last week) is to work for the greater good of all animals, the world over.  He will be there to help, support, comfort, heal, problem-solve, trouble-shoot, or simply to lend an ear for anyone at all who needs it.  And, of course, it goes without saying, he will be hanging out with his beloved mousecateer buddies and all his other wonderful furriends, getting drunk with Leo, going to pawties, weddings, nipclub etc etc. 

If anyone is familiar with the Law of Attraction, you'll know that this states that if we want to attract something into our life, then we should act as though we already have it so, who knows, perhaps by stopping seeing Tez as “missing” this might be the very thing that brings him back into our lives – if he is still just wandering about somewhere.  And if not, well, we will still have brought him back, just in a different, better guise, and this should help us in feeling less sad and upset all the time...which Tez would definitely not want.

I do hope that I've expressed myself OK here, and that this makes sense.  TabbyTezTweets lives on in determination to have an even more pawsitive effect on the world and his many furriends.  Words could never express how grateful I am to this amazing Twitter community, and I hope that by becoming more active in helping wherever possible, Tez and I can, in some way, pay it forward.  Bethany and Mishka will be opening their own Twitter account soon, too – so we are all united and happy together again.

If anyone wants to contact me, please do feel free to DM, or mail me at

Sending you all our love,

Jinny & Tez

Tez is my vewy special furriend and I loves him so.  I not exactly sure where he is right now and I thinks, knowing Tez, dat he is planning sum tin vewy special to supwise us wif.  

So I is gonna sit quietly now and thinks more bout how special Tez is to me and my furriends and look forward to when I is gonna see him again.  Tez, yoo is my furriend forever!

Tuesday, January 18, 2011


I can't reach!  I strain my neck, stretch my paws, stand on my back legs, wiggle my tail, and I still can't reach.

I stop, think, look around and decide to take anudder approach.

I can see it from where I is but I just can't get der.

There is a stool, but no blankie on top of it so I might slip and fall.

What if I push da table?  If I run and push real hard maybe I can knock it off da table.  Once it's off da table I can grab it and run.  Nobody is around, I just knows I can do it!  I just knows it!

Uh oh, I hear sumbody comin.  I run back to da sofa and sit like I was here all along.  It's mommy.  She's looking at me like she knows sumtin.  I look back at her wif my real innocent look.  I think she is convinced.  She leaves da room wif da laundry.  I thinks she is going upstairs.  I listen.  I wait.

Ok, dis is it.  I run all da way from da play room to da dining room and realize I can jump on da chair.  I won't fall from da chair for sure and den I can get up on da table and reach it afta all.

I run and jump up on da chair and quickly jump on da table....and......IT'S GONE!

Where did it go?  I saw mommy come in da house wif it...I knows I did, I just knows it.  I looks around.  Where did she put it?  I don't understand.  I sniff. Sniff.  Sniff. Sniff.  Nuffin!

What am I gonna do now?  I get off da table, jump to da chair and down to da floor.  I is defeated.

I had bin lickin my mowff for awhile now.  I thought dat by now I would be eating da most delicious tweat I eva had.  I could see it, smell it and thought about it for da whole morning.  I can't believe it is gone.  I thought it was for me, but maybe sumbody else in da house got it.  My brofur?  Maybe he ate it when he came home from school.  Maybe it was hooman food and I not supposed to eat dat.  But it would have bin so yummy.

I walk back to da sofa.  No, I feel too bad to sit on da sofa.  I gonna go lay down in my doggie bed.  My doggie bed makes me feel so much better.  I settle in.  Still thinking about dat delicious smelling tweat.  
My eyes is getting heavy.  I getting sleepy.

I hear sumbody coming.  It's mommy.  She says she got sumtin for me.  She calling me.
I bounce outta my doggie bed.  She is sitting on da sofa.  I jump up on da sofa.
She opens a bag.  Oh my goodness, dat smell!  It's dat smell I smelled dis morning.  Is it? Could it be? I stick my nose in da bag.  It is! It is!

Mommy said I can has a couple because I was a good boy today and was vewy well behaved!  She said she couldn't believe dat I didn't twy to jump up on da table to get da tweat.  She said she is vewy proud of me.

Shhhhh!   Mommy doesn't need to know everthing!