I have received word dat StageHandDan haz gone to deh Bridge dis month. I suspect hii wuz met by a camel. RIP Dan.
Janet passed away from cancer last night. Shii was a great lady and lubbed awl deh Cheezpeepz berry muchly. Shii wuzz deh originator of deh Nawty Barn, and had many adventures in ICHC back in deh good old dayz. Shii will b greatly missed by awl who knew hur.
*layz a hyoog bowkay at deh foot uv deh JCH4K statue in deh roundy-bout on JCH4K Boolyvard.*
I got dis frum MuggleMary today:
Ohai Cheezee Frenz,
Our MuggleMary am in a bad way and need our halp. Shii writes:
I’m currently experiencing a huge amount of trauma, physical and financial.
At the end of Nov. I fell and had a pretty bad head injury. I’ve got TBI (traumatic brain injury ) and am out of money. I hate to come begging from my friends, I’d really rather do anything but. I’m in dire straits. I’m on Medicare, but they don’t pay for everything, and my medical bills this year have drained all my accounts. Besides trying to heal from my fall, I’m having to learn to deal with diminished energy and emotions that make no sense at all. I’m so sad over this that it’s hard to rest and all I do is fret.
I know that other Cheezfrenz have been fortunate to receive help from fellow Cheezfrenz. Anything would help me, and I’m devastated to even ask.
I have $30 in my checking, $30 in my savings and $22 cash. SSI doesn’t arrive till the 15th.
Tomorrow (Jan 4) one of my sainted friends is taking me to get cat food and that’ll take care of my checking account till the 15th.
Please, please help me. I don’t know what to do.
Many Schmoooz to all my friends and I miss and love you all.
U kin send beemz to hur in Minnesota. If u kin halp hur financially, u kin use paypal and hur emayo addy email@example.com tu send hur a munny or twu.
JD sendings us dis info adn link to sum kewty-piez.
Some good news for once. Some Scottish wildcat kittens were recorded recently. This is an incredibly rare breed, maybe a hundred left in the wild – some estimates say less. So these kittens are vitally important.
I obtained a cat from a no-kill shelter maybe a year or two ago. I’ve developed something of a phobia of this, as I form close attachments only to discover the young healthy cat they claimed they’d offered was in fact positively ancient and dying from something terrible.
Well, my precious “four year old and shy” Mozart has now been diagnosed as actually being fifteen with a probably terminal combination of liver and thyroid disorders.
The best I can hope is that the repeatedly abandoned Mozart (he has been returned to the shelter many times) has finally had some comfort in his final years. I can only hope he doesn’t feel like he’s been failed.
It hurts that shelters feel that it’s ok to lie about a cat’s age or health. I would probably have adopted him anyway, but had a totally different approach. This isn’t the first time I’ve been lied to. It hurts. Each time it hurts worse. Few vets can confuse 4 with 15, or shyness with the start of organ failure.
Please can people send beams to Mozart, let him know I tried my best and that I wish I could turn the hurt to joy.
Dis sad nooz comes tu us from JD.
The grate kitteh poet Emo, awfur ob teh toona pome posted sum thyme back, has run off wib teh Nite Watchman.
She had been ill for a while, thyroid, and went peacefully to sleep without assistance just as a thunderstorm finished. Ifinkso that she spotted toona in the rayne and slipped out of her body to go hunt them. She was estimatified at 14, but she may have been older – she’d been a barn cat for over half that and had lost an eye in her adventures as such. That’s why the farm wanted her to be in a regular home.
Her main contributions as a family cat included being a complete and utter ditz, poet laureate and keyboard player.