peggy's place: Happy Birthday Bob

May 1, 2009

Happy Birthday Bob

Today is the day we picked for Bob's Birthday. We think he is 8 years old. So we will be partying with nip, nip, and more nip. It's Bob's favorite thing. He slobbers all over himself and any toy close by.

12 comments:

Cliff and Olivia said...: Very Happy Birthday! Have a great party.; May 1, 2009 at 4:12 AM
Katiez Furry Mewz said...: oh mai happy purrthday u big gorgeous boy!!

-Daisy May Daffodil.

PrrrSSez...
We iz havin a Squillion Raffle
Dey is cute babie statues dats need a noo home!! Pleez pass da werd!!; May 1, 2009 at 4:37 AM
Pinky Ash and Boo said...: Happy Birthday,enjoy the nipfest.; May 1, 2009 at 5:41 AM
Kaz's Cats said...: Happy Purrthday Bob! That's a great photo of you. Mum's just dying to kiss your tummy. Enjoy your nip dude.

Purrs

Gypsy & Tasha; May 1, 2009 at 8:24 AM
ZOOLATRY said...: Oh Oh, Oh Dear, Oh My Goodness...
Oh My Cat!
I quickly had to have Maggy and Zoey leave the room...
Bob, you are too enticing here,
too appealing, too too much...
but then, it's your BIRTHDAY and
you're a handsome mancat, so no
doubt you want to attract lots of
ladies to the party... have fun!; May 1, 2009 at 9:33 AM
The Crew said...: 'Nip? Did someone say 'nip?!

Happy purrthday Bob, and many more!

The Crew; May 1, 2009 at 11:52 AM
CCL Wendy said...: We finks you overdid it Bob! Happy 8th Birfday. We sure hopes you don't has ta frows up in da kitty litter!; May 1, 2009 at 2:36 PM
Sweet Purrfections said...: Happy birthday, Bob. You better be careful with all that nip. It's addictive, you know.; May 1, 2009 at 3:09 PM
Cat Street Boyz said...: Happy Birthday Bob! You look like us 'cause there have been soooo many parties and NIP, move over...we are crashing for awhile...I don't think your Mom will notice us...right ;)=^Y^=the Cat Street Boyz; May 1, 2009 at 7:19 PM
The Island Cats said...: Oh Bob! You make mom go SQUEEEEE!!! Hope you have a Happy Birthday!; May 1, 2009 at 10:05 PM
Chesney Cats said...: Happy Birthday Bob!! Hope you had a wonderful day!!; May 2, 2009 at 1:50 AM
Jans Funny Farm said...: Happy birthday to you-ooo.
Happy birthday to you-ooo.
Happy birthday, Bob the birthday boy-ooo.
Happy birthday to you-ooo.

Sorry about the howling but Buddy is a hound.; May 2, 2009 at 8:59 PM

Sophie's story

It all started with a normal trip to Petsmart. I try to hurry past the kitties up for adoption, but yesterday I peeked in. There was a beautiful long hair tuxie girl that was 6 1/2 yo. She was so sweet and loving. I stayed in there way too long. All the way home I thought about her. All night long I thought about her. I even gave her a name. Marlo. So I go back today to get her. I know, I need another cat like I need a mole with hair on my nose. BUT, she's gone!! I missed her by 45 minutes. Not meant to be. So I start scritching a pretty calico girl and one employee after another comes in and tells me her story. She's been in that cage 2 months, she's affectionate and a beauty. SOLD. Her name is Sophie, she's 1 yo and she's a leaner. She rubs and leans against my legs. She has beautiful gold eyes, but she manages to blink with the camera flash...

Jeannie's story

Jeannie joined our family on February 3, 2009. I was looking at all the kitties in our area that needed forever homes. Something about her sweet little face made me keep going back to look at her again and again. I still don't know why, but I sent off an email asking about her. I told myself if it was meant to be, then what's one more furkid? I received an answer to my email saying she was a feral kitty and had been asked about many times, but since she wasn't a lap cat, nobody wanted her. Well we've been down that road many times and I was able to adopt her. Jeannie had been living on a golf course and had at least 2 litters of babies. All her babies were caught and have forever homes. She is about 5 years old, and is a very tiny, delicate girl.

Babe's story

Babe is one of the feral cats my Mom caught. She was Mom's cat along with her other two. After Mom passed, I took care of all three of her cats. Her two original cats went to the rainbow bridge very shortly after Mom died. She had Babe for eight years and I've had her now for nine more years. Babe is my CRF girl. When she was first diagnosed with CRF I thought I'd only have her for a few more weeks, but she has surprised both me and the vet and is doing great with only sub-q fluids three times a week.
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Romeo's story

I found Romeo online. I received an email from a friend about him. His Mom was in a nursing home and not coming back (she didn't know she was staying there forever). So her family was trying to find a home for Romeo. She had an attorney that was to find a good home for Romeo if anything ever happened to her. I had to actually apply to get him. References and essay about me. Once her family had me checked out I was able to pick him up at the attorneys office. I had only been told he was 5 years old and very fluffy. Turned out he's a pure himalayan. I don't think he had ever seen another cat until I brought him home. He's very friendly and is best friends with Bob and Jeannie.

Isis's story

Bob's story

Bob's adoption was totally a spur of the moment thing. I was in the dentist's office for a cleaning and I was telling my dental hygienist about adopting Isis and that I had never had an orange cat. Then she tells me her vets office has a little orange cat up for adoption. I went home and called to make sure the cat was still there, then grabbed a PTU and headed off to go get him. When I got there all I could see was a little bit of orange fur poking out from under his bed. Then we got him out of his cage and he was HUGE. Turned out he was 5 years old and his original family just didn't want him anymore. So off I went to fill out the paper work while the vet gave him one last check over. When we put him in the PTU he almost didn't fit. He is a wonderful boy but very scared all the time. He ducks his head every time I reach down to pet him, like he thinks I'm going to hit him. He doesn't know how to play with toys and once I got one of those toys with a fuzzy hanging from a stick and he was so afraid of the stick he ran and hid for hours. Now we only have the fuzzy part, the stick I trashed. Thank goodness he and Romeo are such good buds, it's the only time he really plays.