tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28589155017040698992024-03-21T16:08:11.474-07:00Whiskers and ProzacCarli N. Wendellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00742667098083971382noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915501704069899.post-57595336734411754502013-08-14T21:50:00.001-07:002013-08-14T21:51:04.450-07:00Goodbye, Love<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;">Wendell died on July 25, just a few weeks shy of his 12th birthday. He was an incredibly sweet, wonderful cat and I miss him. <br />
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We never posted here very much; we preferred the more social, short-form communication of Facebook. But I wanted to leave a tribute for him, should anyone find their way here. <br />
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Goodbye, my Jersey boy, my Stinky Pete, my little love, my Bruce. Thank you for being such a sweet, wonderful, loving cat. Thank you for the interspecies naps and the head butts. Thank you for the games of footsies and for warming my feet in the winter with your mass of fur. Thank you for the days spent watching football and old movies, for making me laugh as you assaulted toy mice and popped soap bubbles, for letting me share in your excitement at the sight of a<br />
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bird outside, for climbing on top of me and purring your little head off, for letting me talk to you when there was no one else around to talk to, for putting up with my madness and my showtunes, and for making me feel better just by reaching out a paw to touch me. <br />
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Thank you for killing that real mouse in ‘09. Sorry I didn’t let you eat it. <br />
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I will miss following the stripes of your perfectly symmetrical tabby body. I will miss tickling you on that little white spot on your chest. . . the one I call your “caramel cream.” I wilI miss kissing that big black spot on your head five times in a row. I will miss the warm breath of your giant kitty yawns and the way you slept with one leg elevated. I will miss how happy I could make you with a few shrimp or some post-Thanksgiving turkey from Aunt Jenn. I’ll miss scooping you up in one arm to kiss your head when I said goodbye in the morning. And I’ll even miss your disapproving meows when I came home after abandoning you for the day, because the moment I scooped you back up--this time into both my arms, you immediately started to purr and all was forgiven. <br />
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I hope you can forgive me for my shortcomings; that our apartment wasn’t always as clean as it should be, or that I didn’t force you to eat better food so that maybe you wouldn’t have gotten sick. And that I wasn’t watching you close enough that horrible day in 2007 when you ate a piece of plastic that had to be removed surgically. How lucky I was to get six more years with you.<br />
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I hope you understand that this is what I believe you wanted--that you were in pain, and that it was not going to get better anytime soon, and that this is so you don’t have to be sad anymore. <br />
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I loved you with all my heart and I always will. Thank you for being my buddy. We made a great team and I am so very lucky to have been your Mom. Carli N. Wendellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00742667098083971382noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915501704069899.post-12335239328257668802012-05-25T08:56:00.000-07:002012-05-25T09:32:56.759-07:00We nose it's been a long time since we posted here but we are usually at da <a href="http://tabbycatclub.blogspot.com/">Tabby Cat Club</a> where I drinks too much and wind up with a lampshade on my head, or we're on da Facebook, which I encourage all of y'all to befriend me if you can figure out my last name.<br />
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Anyway, we nose dat times are tite not just for kittehs but goggies and hoomans too so we wanted to pass dis on. <a href="http://www.fab.com/">Fab.com </a>which is a flash site which means they sell stuff for a few days and then FLASH they're gone, has on sale for now a <a href="http://fab.com/sale/6307">$20 voucher </a>to Wag.com for $10.<br />
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<a href="http://wag.com/">Wag.com </a>is a pet goods site and dey have neat stuff and free shipping over $50 and dey will even deliver stuff like litter. <br />
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In da spirit of full disclosure, Mom doesn't get anything for posting dis; she just likes a good deal. <br />
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Dis is where she'd post a picture of me surrounded by Monopoly money but we don't has any so here I am just being cute and a little scary-faced and making sure da modem is working.<br />
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She made a tiara and told Mom to put it on me and take a picture.
'Cause you should always do what 6-year-old hoomans tell you to do.
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Face/paw. </a>Carli N. Wendellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00742667098083971382noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915501704069899.post-37469802625864626302012-01-30T14:16:00.001-08:002012-01-30T14:16:04.948-08:00Mancat Monday: Chillin'<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Carli N. Wendellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00742667098083971382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915501704069899.post-74850969739252271282012-01-17T15:00:00.000-08:002012-01-17T15:00:18.051-08:00Secret Paws Miracle!Guys guys guys! Remember when my Secret Paws present went missing? Well, Connie at<a href="http://www.kittyblog.net/"> Tales From the Foster Kittens</a> thought that was super uncool, and she had Santa send me all new presents. Thanks, Connie!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Let me sit here on Envelope Island and smell this new feather toy.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My own light saber! I'm gonna use teh force and junk. </td></tr>
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One of Connie's foster kittehs had to go to the bridge this week, and that's way worse than not getting Secret Paws presents, so please go over there and say hi.Carli N. Wendellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00742667098083971382noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915501704069899.post-38293529409297857842012-01-04T02:51:00.000-08:002012-01-04T02:51:06.315-08:00Wordless Wednesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Carli N. Wendellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00742667098083971382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915501704069899.post-47512958297211496682012-01-04T02:45:00.001-08:002012-01-04T02:45:54.512-08:00Yo! Frankie! What's Up?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Carli N. Wendellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00742667098083971382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915501704069899.post-19816666456450503812011-12-28T17:55:00.000-08:002011-12-28T17:55:12.698-08:00Wendell Attacks a Thing<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Mom said the last video didn't have enouf of my face so here's me
attacking a thing that was wrapped around another thing but then went
into the garbage so I wouldn't eat it. Watch it she added music and everything. Hers is a life well spent.
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<br />Carli N. Wendellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00742667098083971382noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915501704069899.post-89063092608376742922011-12-28T17:13:00.000-08:002011-12-28T17:13:50.258-08:00My Scratcher Ball Rolly Thing Which I Got For HanookahLast night was the 8th and final night of Hanookah. Lookit what I got!<br />
Mom saw that I was using my little narrow scratcher a lot so she went to Petsmart and found me this bigger one. And it was on sale, which Mom likes 'cause sometimes she's cheap. <br />
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This is me right after Mom opened it. I started scratching right away. Then she put the catnip it came with on and I was all, "Yeah, dat's the stuff" and I got a little trippy. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mom says looking at my head makes her want vanilla fudge swirl ice cream. Do they even make that anymore? </td></tr>
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<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzGsMKmCs5VDdyT5wsnSJZJBfq2T0p_GaMYTMSiWm1KI0yxF7hiQeVKF5hy92Ro1hW3chh12ypwouC565E39w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>And here's a video of me playing with my new scratcher. Mom's foot helped me figure out what to do with the ball.<br />
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Then we had Shake and Bake and Nom chicken and I passed out on the bed.Carli N. Wendellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00742667098083971382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915501704069899.post-90407838138325258012011-12-26T19:15:00.000-08:002011-12-26T19:18:47.320-08:00The Grinch Who Stole My StuffDear fucking asshole who stole my secret paws present:<br />
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Yeah, that's pretty strong language for a kitteh. I heard it tonight from my Mom when she found out that UPS dropped off my present on Friday at the front door of an unsecured building even though they didn't have permission from Mom to do that.<br />
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Anyway, I hope it made you really happy to steal my present. I bet you wished it was something better, maybe something you could sell so you could have some money to do whatever deuchebags like you do when you take things that aren't yours. I bet you were pissed to find out it was a cat toy. <br />
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Or maybe you laughed and thought how pathetic that a person would send a present to a cat. Maybe you can read and you saw that I participated in a "Secret Paws" gift swap with other cats across the world.<br />
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Let me tell you this: It may be silly, but that's not for you to judge. And it doesn't matter if I got sent a gold-plated iPhone or a box of plastic kumquats--those were MY plastic kumquats. Someone picked it out for me. Someone spent money and time and energy doing something nice for another person and their kitteh. And your name wasn't on it and you took it and you had to go and piss all over it. <br />
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And now if the nice person who bought me that present wants their money back, they're gonna halfta call UPS, and that is about as fun as eating dirty poopy litter. . . which is now my nickname for you, Jerkface.<br />
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Happy Holidays!Carli N. Wendellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00742667098083971382noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915501704069899.post-67870730723767975502011-12-26T15:13:00.001-08:002011-12-26T15:16:10.731-08:00Secret PawsGuys guys guys. <br />
So I haven't gotten my Secret Paws yet but Mom got a UPS thingy on Thursday. She accidentally threw it out but then she didn't get a "second day" one on Friday. Today there was no UPS delivery but if you were our secret paws and you have a UPS tracking number we can use to call them dat'd be cool. Sorry for da troubles. We didn't think about UPS when we signed up and shoulda put Mom's work address 'cause UPS at home is not so good.Carli N. Wendellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00742667098083971382noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915501704069899.post-14577214675026703042011-12-26T14:19:00.000-08:002011-12-26T14:19:16.531-08:00For You, A QuestionWhy do they call it Shake N Bake? They are leaving out da best part. They should call it Shake N Bake N Nom.Carli N. Wendellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00742667098083971382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915501704069899.post-39242515975425639782011-12-25T14:38:00.000-08:002011-12-25T14:38:37.867-08:00Merry Christmas!Merry Christmas to all my kitteh friends! I hope Santa brought you something awesome.Carli N. Wendellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00742667098083971382noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915501704069899.post-66023149431923940472011-12-21T08:27:00.001-08:002011-12-21T08:28:32.809-08:00Wordless Wednesday: It's Time to Celebrate Chanukah!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Carli N. Wendellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00742667098083971382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915501704069899.post-52008568027823386882011-12-19T20:38:00.000-08:002011-12-19T20:38:41.602-08:00When I said "Four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle doves, and a partridge in a pear tree" I wasn't singing a Christmas song, I was placing a takeout order. What's a fella gotta do ta get some poultry around here?Carli N. Wendellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00742667098083971382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915501704069899.post-35337980484066364692011-12-12T16:59:00.001-08:002011-12-12T16:59:25.391-08:00Please Vote For My LOLz!<a href="http://cheezburger.com/carli76/lolz/View/5555171840"><img alt="If I lay like dis the zombees will think I am one of dem." class="event-item-lol-image" id="_r_a_5555171840" src="http://images.cheezburger.com/completestore/2011/12/12/cac0ef20-0cc2-4f70-9d1e-84c493a782ef.jpg" title="If I lay like dis the zombees will think I am one of dem." /></a>Carli N. Wendellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00742667098083971382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915501704069899.post-75160920113705585292011-12-12T16:42:00.000-08:002011-12-12T16:43:24.596-08:00Dreidel? I Don't See No Stinking Dreidel.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Mom told Aunt J. last week that I chased after a dreidel when she spun it and Aunt J. said Mom should make a video. So of course when Mom tried to make a video I had to show how much I really didn't care. 'Cause I'm a cool cat like that.Carli N. Wendellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00742667098083971382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915501704069899.post-77509306144775675922011-12-10T19:24:00.001-08:002011-12-10T19:26:13.183-08:00Mom said she needed a new man whore and I was all, "Whoah, dat is too much information. Also I never knew you had an old man whore." Then I realized she said "menorah" and that made more sense. . . well, about as much sense as setting a fire in your apartment every day for 8 days.Carli N. Wendellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00742667098083971382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915501704069899.post-4931524236502007612011-12-06T16:16:00.001-08:002011-12-06T16:16:15.185-08:00<object height="226" width="400"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" />
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<br />Carli N. Wendellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00742667098083971382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915501704069899.post-8017090997047950372011-11-28T13:09:00.001-08:002011-11-28T13:15:01.978-08:00Mancat MondayMom says she refuses to buy anything from a pet-related site that doesn't advertise today's sales as "Cy-purr Monday." She says it's an easy and obvious pun and it's crazy not to use it.<br />
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<br />Carli N. Wendellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00742667098083971382noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915501704069899.post-21789210504816358272011-11-25T16:39:00.001-08:002011-11-25T16:45:22.995-08:00Oh MI Cod, You Guys!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I didn't get turkeys but Mom remembered that she had cod bites in her freezer! Now I didn't know why anyone would wanna get bitten by a cold fish but instead they were like little golden balls of fishy goodness! And I got to eat some of it! Mom ate hers with cock tail sauce which I thought was a funny name for something without feathers. Mom says you can get cod bites at Target. Here is a picture not of me eating cod bites but just of me sitting in a bed on a chair in an apartment in New Jersey on Earth.Carli N. Wendellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00742667098083971382noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2858915501704069899.post-78621863694228397242011-11-25T06:34:00.001-08:002011-11-25T06:36:39.741-08:00Santa didn't see his shadow at the end of the parade......so we don't get six more weeks of November.Carli N. Wendellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00742667098083971382noreply@blogger.com2