<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483</id><updated>2011-12-12T18:01:35.573-06:00</updated><category term='Christian cat'/><category term='disaster relief'/><category term='cat facts'/><category term='cat dictionary'/><category term='book reccomendations'/><category term='cat age chart'/><category term='rescue groups'/><category term='UPDATE:She&apos;s Home'/><category term='pet bill of rights'/><category term='shelters'/><category term='Mom in the hospital'/><category term='disaster relief info'/><category term='ways to help in disasters'/><category term='Beau&apos;s Blog'/><category term='pet first aid'/><category term='reading corner'/><category term='Cationary'/><category term='pet proteection'/><category term='cat news'/><category term='pet disaster relief'/><category term='poems'/><title type='text'>Beau's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Southern Gentleman cat with paws to pray and connect.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>179</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-4343984805859436768</id><published>2011-08-29T18:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T00:26:18.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ER Trips and More!</title><content type='html'>As you know, mom got real sick. The last 2 weekends she had to spend time at the humans emergency place. This is what happened (in order). First, her temperature shot up to 101.3 and the home health peoples told her go to the hos pit tul ER and get checked out. They stole lots of mom's blood and pee, and made her spend the night so they had time to study them to make sure she was okay. The whole time she was there her temperature stayed down so they let her go home the next evening (and her temperature went back up, but not as high). Then she got a severe allergic reaction to her IV anti bio tics. She turned into one huge red itchy rash ALL OVER. It took all the doctor persons 2 weeks to figure this out. They immediately stopped those meds and put her on something new. However, the old bad meds were still in mom making her itchy rash get worse, and at the same time the new medicine made mom's stomach all sicky and puky on top of the itchy rash. So, mom ended up back in the ER place again for a few hours. Mom got so sick we thought she might be dying (for real). The good news is that now mom has had 2 shots that helped the itching and got 2 weeks of medicine to help the itching, PLUS 2 more kinds of medicine to help mom's stomach feel better. As of today, mom is finally starting to feel better and more like herself again. Another problem has been mom's foot has not wanted to heal much but we hope now that the rest of mom is better her foot will start healing faster. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;UPDATE: NOW MOM HAS DIARRHEA FOR 2 NIGHTS NOW AND WE DON'T KNOW WHAT'S CAUSING THIS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom did read all your kind thoughts and well wishes (the only thing she had done on the computer), and wants to thank each and everyone for their kindness and caring. We love you all! Love, Beau (and mom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-4343984805859436768?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=4343984805859436768&amp;isPopup=true' title='58 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/4343984805859436768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/4343984805859436768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2011/08/er-trips-and-more.html' title='ER Trips and More!'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>58</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-7695989066754424200</id><published>2011-08-20T12:44:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T22:42:16.199-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UPDATE:She&apos;s Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beau&apos;s Blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom in the hospital'/><title type='text'>Mom's In The Hospital</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please pray and purr for Mom! She is in the hospital! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will let you know more when they tell us what is wrong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;UPDATE: Mom is Home!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks for the purrs and prayers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aVa_Aleehuk/Tk_y5KQ8OXI/AAAAAAAAc_U/BLyvIUWxGw4/s1600/oo08202011%2BBeau%2BPictures%2B012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aVa_Aleehuk/Tk_y5KQ8OXI/AAAAAAAAc_U/BLyvIUWxGw4/s320/oo08202011%2BBeau%2BPictures%2B012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642995921940396402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS: More new pictures of me coming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-7695989066754424200?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=7695989066754424200&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/7695989066754424200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/7695989066754424200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2011/08/moms-in-hospital.html' title='Mom&apos;s In The Hospital'/><author><name>Samantha, Clementine and Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15102313146198627086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FltUGVy4pa4/TTpr6JWvrEI/AAAAAAAAaSU/7bVzC5ntbXw/s220/Comment%2BTag%2BLFACP.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aVa_Aleehuk/Tk_y5KQ8OXI/AAAAAAAAc_U/BLyvIUWxGw4/s72-c/oo08202011%2BBeau%2BPictures%2B012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-4160966391369318896</id><published>2011-08-10T22:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T22:48:23.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom Update</title><content type='html'>First, let me state in a very cat way that this is MY blog about ME and I will be SOOOO glad when mom gets well so she will no longer be hijacking my blog. Now that I got that off my chest, I will tell you about mom's two follow-up doctor appointments this past week. This past Monday she found out that her butt wound was much worse than anyone expected. The infection in it was also down to the bone, so instead of having one major and one minor wound, she had two major wounds. Mom also realized Monday, upon seeing how deep the foot wound now was, that it is, based on her past experience, going to take 3 months to fill in and finish healing, not 6 weeks as hoped. This also means by the time she finishes healing it will have been a whole year. All this has made mom even more depressed and frustrated. However, on Tuesday mom found out when they tested the infected fluids on both against her present anti bio tics, the doctor found that the infection did respond to the anti bio tics. This means she is on the right anti bio tics so hopefully she will get well now. This is good news! Mom did ask the doctor about "mainlining" chocolate, and although the doctor liked the idea, said it might set up another infection...so very bad idea. Then this morning when mom woke up she found a weird unknow rash on 3 of her fingers on her right hand...so that was more drama and more calls to doctors. We still don't know what it is and or why it's there. But, no one seems overly concerned about it so that's good. Mom has been feeling very tired with no energy since the surgery. That is why we haven't been posting much, also we are trying not to overwhelm with updates, and only do updates after all doctor appointments for the week. &lt;br /&gt;As for me, nursing is hard work. I have to make sure mom takes naps (so I can), make sure she eats enough healthy stuff (so she will remember to feed me and give me fresh water), bathe (so she will see my litterbox to clean), and snoopervise the shooting of meds. I think the hardest part for me is having more humans invading our (my) space. And, they don't bring me gifts to make up for it either. They only bring mom stuff. This is NOT fair or right!! This didn't just happen to mom. This happened to me too because it affects me as well. At least when the humans visit they can take watch mom for a while and let me get a nap in. That is, if they don't expect me to socialize as well. &lt;br /&gt;We appreciate your continuing support, concern, and caring. You are our extended family and we love you very much! BTW, the best news of the week was finding out Moki walked on tiled floor!! WOOHOO!! You rock, Moki! We also want to remind everyone to continue to purrray for all our other friends who are sick, missing, and for those who've gone to the bridge. Take care and we will update again after the beginning of next week. Love, Beau (and mom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-4160966391369318896?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=4160966391369318896&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/4160966391369318896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/4160966391369318896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2011/08/mom-update.html' title='Mom Update'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-7203744072893272378</id><published>2011-08-05T11:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T12:03:30.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Surgery Day 1 - Beau's POV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Taking care of mom right now is very hard work. I am taking more naps. I am such a tired mancat right now! What you don't know is that the day BEFORE surgery mom had very bad diarrhea ALL DAY. She was very sick (and stunk up our litterbox room, so I had to hold my nose just to use mine). I was very apprehensive when mom left yesterday. I hid under her wheelchair, which is something I NEVER do. (Last time I did that I was at the v-e-t.) But, when mom got home I was SO excited I couldn't stop talking for the first 5 minutes! It was so good to see her and see that she was okay! Mom was fine when she got home, but about an hour ater she got home, she felt VERY tired, so she took a very long nap and all us furries (and not so furries) nap piled on top of her. She really did seem to love that very much! Today she hasn't felt as good. She was dizzy and nauseous this morning, but seems some better now. We want to remind everyone to keep Mrs. Peach, and all our other friends and their humans, in your purrrrayers as well. Mom wants to thank everyone for their support and caring through all this. Mom says she really feels your love! And, we also want to send a special thanks to Ms. Ann for my blog's new look, and for finding me a clerical collar to look official on my Sunday Sermons blog. You're an angel!! Love to all!! Beau (and mom)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-7203744072893272378?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=7203744072893272378&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/7203744072893272378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/7203744072893272378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2011/08/post-surgery-day-1-beaus-pov.html' title='Post Surgery Day 1 - Beau&apos;s POV'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-2322856136114834278</id><published>2011-08-02T23:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T23:37:09.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery Schedule</title><content type='html'>For those teleporting early to sleep over, mom said it was okay to start arriving at 8 pm (Central, USA). We will have several kinds of pizza including catnip and anchovy, and ham. Temptations will be served for snacks. Drinks include catnip beer, catnip tea, bottled and fresh water. This is the surgery schedule for Thursday morning:&lt;br /&gt;arrive 6:45 am&lt;br /&gt;surgery begins 7-7:30 am&lt;br /&gt;approx 2-3 hours later mom should be out of surgery and in recovery.&lt;br /&gt;after that she will hopefully be out of recovery within an hour.&lt;br /&gt;Mom will try to post an update after she gets home (and feels up to it).&lt;br /&gt;** Mom found out she will be coming home with BOTH a pic line AND her wound vac thingy, so she will need LOTS of kitty love and purrs when she gets home. I could also use help watching her at first! Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-2322856136114834278?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=2322856136114834278&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/2322856136114834278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/2322856136114834278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2011/08/surgery-schedule.html' title='Surgery Schedule'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-8025187878697727239</id><published>2011-07-26T22:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T22:52:14.855-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Surgery</title><content type='html'>Mom will be having surgery on Aug. 4 at 7:30 am (Central, USA). (That's Thursday of next week.) I will be hosting a purr-in for anyone wanting to come and purr for mom. Since mom has to start early, any cat/dog/bun/rabbie/human (etc) that wants to teleport the night before and sleepover is welcome. We will be serving anchovy, ham and catnip pizzas with catnip beer/tea to drink. She will first have foot surgery by the foot doctor, then when he is done, the wound doctor will step in and do surgery on mom's butt wound. This will still be outpatient. Mom will also get something called a pic line which is outpatient I.V. anti bio tics. She will have this for approximately 4-6 weeks. (Mom is VERY unhappy about the time frame.) The good news is this is hopefully the beginning of the end of having to deal with the wounds. Also, mom does not have to have the wound vac thing, or take anti bio tics, until after the surgery. So mom plans on getting the most of her freedom the next 9 days! Mom wants to thank everyone for the prayers, support, healing light and vibes, good karma, etc. coming our way. She really feels it and appreciates it. Thanks for caring!! Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-8025187878697727239?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=8025187878697727239&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/8025187878697727239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/8025187878697727239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2011/07/surgery.html' title='The Surgery'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-4421447244253036881</id><published>2011-07-15T18:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T18:38:52.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Foot Doctor appointment</title><content type='html'>Mom has now seen the foot doctor. He said that mom does need surgery to scrape off the infect shun off her bone. The good news, especially to me, is that she will be able to come home afterwards. I am very happy about this as it gets very lonely being alone here, and sleeping alone. We don't know yet when it will be, but we will let you know. Also, mom found out that her butt wound tested positive for a resistant infection, so once again her anti bio tic was changed. Mom is probably getting IV antibiotics as well. The up side is that mom was allowed to have 24 hours without the wound vac thing. Oh, and one thing we previously forgot to tell you is that on top of all mom has already gone through, the way mom's butt is bandaged only lets her get a real bath on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Mom is beyond upset about this, especially in 100 degree temperature. But, I try to help. I work on cleaning her when I can! (After all, who wants a stinky human!) OH! One more thing, foot doctor took off mom's toenail that was half off anyway so now she is dealing with 3 wounds, not 1 or 2. Thanks for all the continuing prayers, healing light, positive vibes, notes, calls, and support. It is DEEPLY appreciated. Love, Beau (and mom)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-4421447244253036881?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=4421447244253036881&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/4421447244253036881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/4421447244253036881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2011/07/foot-doctor-appointment.html' title='Foot Doctor appointment'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-6395440321439346780</id><published>2011-07-12T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T19:25:00.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Latest on Mom</title><content type='html'>Mom went to her doctor yesterday and got lots of not good news. Mom has a bone infect shun (called Osteo my light us). This is partly why mom's hurty foot has not yet healed. Mom was also told she is probably going to have to have surgery on her foot to clean out the infection. Mom has been taking anywhere from 1750-2000 mg of anti bio tics each day, and not only has it not killed all the infection, but it has made her real sick and feel bad. Plus, she may also have to have a tube put in her arm to get IV antibiotics. The up side to all this is that it should it should make her foot wound heal up fast! &lt;br /&gt;But, mom has also had other complications happen besides feeling sick from anti bio tics. She had a (looks around....shhh) butt wound scar blow. It had fluid buildup and swelling in it twice lately, and Monday her doctor drained fluid out. It left a 2.5 cm deep wound. Soooo, mom is now dealing with 2 wounds, not 1. She has finished Hyperbaric Oxygen, but she still has the wound vac thingy. Home health people are also going to be coming again. Oh, and mom has been so stressed her heart keeps speeding up and also making her feel very bad.&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing all I can to cheer mom up, but it doesn't seem to be helping. Mom is allll way depressed, frustrated, and stress. She sheds lots and lots of water. (New RB kitties hasn't helped.) We need lots and lots of prayers and get all your friends, and even their friends praying for mom to heal. I have been told that any furry or non furry that wants to come purr, woof, or whatever on mom will receive a free tummy rub, chin and ear scritches, and lots of extra snuggles. If mom does have surgery, I will be hosting a "Purr In."&lt;br /&gt;We want to thank each and every one of you for your purrrs, prayers, healing light, healing mojo, notes of encouragement, and mostly your love and kindess. It is deeply, DEEPLY appreciated. You are family to us and we love you all very much! Love, Beau and Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-6395440321439346780?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=6395440321439346780&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/6395440321439346780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/6395440321439346780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2011/07/latest-on-mom.html' title='The Latest on Mom'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-2299289170096466951</id><published>2011-06-07T21:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T22:00:04.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have another picture to show you, but I wanted to give you another update on mom. She has been having oxygen therapy treatments on her hurt foot. It is called hyperbaric oxygen therapy or HBOT for short. (Mom spelled it for me in case someone wants to inet search it.) She is put in a pressurized tube and given pure oxygen. Mom absolutely hates it. What is worse is that she has to do this every day Monday through Friday for 3 hours a day, for 6 WEEKS. She is having a very hard time dealing with this. She has had 2 weeks of this, so she is hopefully 1/3 through, but she still has 4 weeks to go...and that's IF her hurty foot heals in that time. All cats, woofies, buns, rabbies, and others are invilted to come anytime and purr, give binkies, or whatever your speciality is. Mom loves all animals and could very much use the furry (or not) love and distractions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yJK3j7qsvCI/Te7lYjvHgAI/AAAAAAAABO8/ZcCawjlhNXQ/s1600/Beau%2527s%252BNewest%252BPictures%252B2011%252B025%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615677995450073090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yJK3j7qsvCI/Te7lYjvHgAI/AAAAAAAABO8/ZcCawjlhNXQ/s200/Beau%2527s%252BNewest%252BPictures%252B2011%252B025%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOW, here is another picture of mine. Sorry, it's not actually me. I wanted to show you MY bookshelf! It is on the bottom shelf so it's easy for me to pull my books out and lay on the floor and read. I think it was very sweet of mom to do that for me! I am missing some books I want, but hopefully with time that shelf will be packed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-2299289170096466951?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=2299289170096466951&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/2299289170096466951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/2299289170096466951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2011/06/mom-update.html' title='Mom Update'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yJK3j7qsvCI/Te7lYjvHgAI/AAAAAAAABO8/ZcCawjlhNXQ/s72-c/Beau%2527s%252BNewest%252BPictures%252B2011%252B025%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-6115530057221832982</id><published>2011-06-04T00:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T00:04:15.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing But Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H_15o8ssfsY/Tem5vBhw18I/AAAAAAAABO0/7Vj39VXRMGI/s1600/Beau%2527s%252BNewest%252BPictures%252B2011%252B005%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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Mom does have a bone infection. Her doctor gave her some super duper heavy duty anti bio tics, and may give her foot oxygen therapy. The good news is that she still does not have that foot vacuum thingy back, she doesn't have to have surgery right now, and the wound was a tiny bit smaller. So, all in all it was good news! &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LET'S PARTY!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for coming today. It is most appreciated. It's nice to have company while one waits for the human to get test results. Snacks of cheese, turkey, ham, salmon, tuna, shrimp, and all varieties of Temptations are over on the table. In the kitchen are bottles of water, faucet water, catnip tea, and tuna juice. Milk is available for the kittens. There are also catnip cookies for the adults. If it is good news, we will have a celebration party! If it's not so good news, you are invited to nap pile my mom. She LOVES kitty love so I know it will make her feel better and cheer her up!&lt;br /&gt;So, as promised I will tell you of the "Squirrel Event." Okay, so mom and I were getting ready to go out and leash walk. I just stepped out the door, and mom opened up the door more so she could get out. Well, just as she did a squirrel bolted past the door, and suddenly I was nose to nose with the squirrel. Mom was thinking, "Ooooh nooooo...." But, sadly I was so startled by the whole thing, I didn't know what to do. I certainly didn't want to traumatize mom by creating blood and gore right in front of her! So, the squirrel and I stared each other down for a few seconds then the squirrel jumped onto the brick ran across and then down to safety. I bolted right back into the house and refused to go back out. I was &lt;strong&gt;*NOT*&lt;/strong&gt; a whus. I was protecting my mom from trauma, all the while practicing great restraint. This is what a mancat does at times! (This is my story and I'm sticking to it!)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I NEED TO THANK MOM'S BUSY. Thanks to her my broked tie and other interchangeable ties is now fixed! WOOHOO!! Also, a special thanks to Katoro for my new catnip toy! It's pawsome! =happy happy joy joy dance= Here, let me show you...=pulls out fixed ties and new toy. See....the mouse looks like a giraffe and has a bushy squirrel tail! I call it a squir-gir-mouse! And listen (=rustles it), it's crinkly inside! Life is good! =^.^= &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love, Beau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-650883825147775407?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=650883825147775407&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/650883825147775407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/650883825147775407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2011/05/wait-and-see-gathering-and-story.html' title='Wait and See Gathering and Story Telling'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-7838582896662587972</id><published>2011-05-09T16:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T19:58:40.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Care of Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Mom had an emergency doctor appointment today (Tuesday) with her foot wound doctor. Her ankle hurt so bad she could not stand on it without severe pain. Her doctor determined she does have an infection in her foot, and he put her on anti bio tics. The scan Thursday morning will determine whether or not it's in mom's foot bone. Like I said, PLEASE pray that it is not because that would be a VERY bad thing! (Thanks!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted lately because I've been busy taking care of mom. She has been having some problems with a foot wound healing, and has also had a bad sigh nus infect shun. Thursday mom will have her foot bone scanned to make sure there is nothing bad in it. Mom needs lots of purrrs and prayers that nothing bad is found in the scan, and her sigh nuses get better. She will find out Monday of next week whether or not she has to have surgery on her foot, so also pray that she does NOT!&lt;br /&gt;I have really wanted to post as I have LOTS to tell you about. As soon as things hopefully get better here I will post MY news. Look forward to hearing about my close encounter with a squirrel! Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-7838582896662587972?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=7838582896662587972&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/7838582896662587972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/7838582896662587972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2011/05/taking-care-of-mom.html' title='Taking Care of Mom'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-5040991714688003469</id><published>2011-03-23T13:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T13:46:06.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble - I Need Helps</title><content type='html'>Mom broked my blue checked bow tie and now I can't wear it.  I am not happy with mom.  I need my tie fixed.  The stretchy blue string that held it all together broked.  Mom tried and cannot fix it.  Also, I was sent a gift of a interchangeable bow tie collar thingy, with 2 bow ties.  The collar thing that came with 2 bow ties is too wide, and one bow tie won't fit on it.  I need a human who can fix both my broked blue check bow tie and fix my gift.  If you have a human that can sew and or has a sew machine, and is willing to help poor me, please send me a message and or leave me a comment.  Love, a very sad Beau.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-5040991714688003469?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=5040991714688003469&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/5040991714688003469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/5040991714688003469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2011/03/trouble-i-need-helps.html' title='Trouble - I Need Helps'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-7091234880355729229</id><published>2011-03-16T22:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T22:43:06.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood Test Results</title><content type='html'>I am happy and mad all at the same time.  I am soooo very happy about my results.  My blood tests results were PERFECT.  My iron level was in the center of normal, which is PERFECTly normal!  And, my blood cell things that indicate heading toward hyper-thyroidism were fine!  There is nothing wrong with me at all, except that I'm normally aging and evidently losing muscle mass.  (Sorry ladies!)    For the record, I have absolutely NO intention of going anywhere for at least another 10 years!    ( =^;^=)    Mom was so excited she acted the fool, which, btw, is nothing unusal...MOL!!   Mom was so excited she thought I deserved a celebration treat so, when she went to PetSmart, she bought me a can of Blue Buffalo chicken stinky goodness!  I was so excited I got twitchy, but in perfect cat snarkiness I only hate a few bites and then turned up my nose at it.  Hey, if I'm going to get the primo high-octane stuff I might as well make it last!&lt;br /&gt;Now, for the flip side, I am very angry at mom for putting me through all this.  I TOLD her I was fine and nothing was wrong with me.  But, did she listen, NOOOOO.  She put me through being put in my PTU, going out in the cool, damp air;   riding in the big metal rolling machine, dealing with seeing a bunch of freaked out woofies and another cat, seeing an almost dead dog brought in (traumatic), then having to breath funny, sleepy stuff, getting poked, prodded, and stuck, blood stolen, having a picture of my insides taken (invading my privacy), and then everything in reverse.  Also, because we had to wait to see the vet who was running very late, I was stuck in the PTU for what seemed like FOR-EV-ER.  Mom kept reaching in and loved on me, but I finally moved in my ptu to where I had my back to her, and it wasn't so she could rub it either!  I was so very glad to get home and be in my own space again!  And, mom said she will now try to relax and not worry so much about me.  We'll see......!    Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-7091234880355729229?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=7091234880355729229&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/7091234880355729229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/7091234880355729229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2011/03/blood-test-results.html' title='Blood Test Results'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-3061957175603401193</id><published>2011-03-15T16:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T16:48:46.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beau's Vet Appointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We are home from the vet. The most important part, the blood tests results will not be in until tomorrow. However, nothing bad could be seen on the x-ray, and nothing bad was felt during the physical. The v-e-t said,, that despite him looking thinner, Beau has gained a little weight. He now weights 12.2 pounds. So, we no wait for blood tests results to find out if it shows hyperthyroidism, dehydration, or anything else. But, so far things look good! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-3061957175603401193?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=3061957175603401193&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/3061957175603401193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/3061957175603401193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2011/03/beaus-vet-appointment.html' title='Beau&apos;s Vet Appointment'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-2694454335752105163</id><published>2011-03-11T12:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T13:09:55.521-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vet Appt</title><content type='html'>Dear Friends, &lt;br /&gt;I have a v-e-t appointment on Tuesday at 12:00 noon (CT).  They are going to steal my blood again.  Mom thinks I have had some signifcant physical changes in the last 9 months and, with me being a senior mancat, feels it would be good to find out whether or not something is going on, besides aging.  We decided not to go into specifics until after my appointment.  We will update you with everything then. Love, Beau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;** PLEASE REMEMBER TO BID ON ITEMS FOR SHELL (OR JUST CHIPIN). ** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She has so much to live for, and we can make that happen!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-2694454335752105163?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=2694454335752105163&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/2694454335752105163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/2694454335752105163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2011/03/vet-appt.html' title='Vet Appt'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-482489523939456521</id><published>2011-03-01T21:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T21:42:21.859-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazed Mom</title><content type='html'>Mom's been very busy making something called "functional art."  I'm not sure what that is but mom realllly likes something called a "glue gun."   Supposedly this kind of gun is legal and safe.  However, I'm not sure about the safe part.  It shoots out hot, sticky glue liquid and the first time mom used this "glue gun" it hurt mom's arm.  =looks around=  (Between you and me the gun was mean, but I'm not sure mom knew what she was doing.  But, since then there's definitely been a positive learning curve!  =snicker=)  Frankly, I think mom is losing her mind (more than she already has).  She rotates between scraping off paper from the bathroom wall, gluing corks together in a tray making something called a "cork bored," gluing magnet things to backs of old broken jewelry, painting and gluing things onto wood frames, etc.  Of course, I make sure that mom breaks for meals, giving me attention, feeding me, giving me fresh water, cleaning my litterbox, giving me more attention, giving me treats, and giving me more attention.  Of course, I also make sure she takes times time for personal grooming and hygiene because, after all, who wants a tummy rub by a stinky, dirty human?  Taking care of mom requires lots of attention and can be very tiring!  I take lots of naps.  I wuvs you all!  Take care!  Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-482489523939456521?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=482489523939456521&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/482489523939456521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/482489523939456521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2011/03/crazed-mom.html' title='Crazed Mom'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-2546243771568322314</id><published>2011-02-18T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T00:00:07.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Performance Review  (HPR)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7gf9FcJWY9E/TVYot6fGyFI/AAAAAAAABK4/BgL4rgPaXmA/s1600/ReviewForm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 340px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572686358176516178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7gf9FcJWY9E/TVYot6fGyFI/AAAAAAAABK4/BgL4rgPaXmA/s400/ReviewForm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iYsA_-Pv_nA/TVYoWUBS9oI/AAAAAAAABKw/qXXlrQVp0so/s1600/ReviewForm.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NV3enul0vc8/TVYhfIp6GuI/AAAAAAAABKo/wZAl0ARU1k0/s1600/ReviewForm.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NV3enul0vc8/TVYhfIp6GuI/AAAAAAAABKo/wZAl0ARU1k0/s1600/ReviewForm.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-2546243771568322314?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=2546243771568322314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/2546243771568322314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/2546243771568322314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2011/02/human-performance-review-hpr.html' title='Human Performance Review  (HPR)'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7gf9FcJWY9E/TVYot6fGyFI/AAAAAAAABK4/BgL4rgPaXmA/s72-c/ReviewForm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-5516049696254904336</id><published>2011-01-11T11:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T12:57:22.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuxie Ties</title><content type='html'>Mom has been looking for more new times for me. Not only has mom found some more bow ties, which she will eventually purchase, but she also found some business ties. This might be good to wear during the week! I am very excited about getting more times and trying the new ties. I do think it's important to look my best at all times! Many cats have asked me about my ties and where I found them. So, for those interested in getting ties, I am providing links to some sites. My checked ties came from PetSmart, and unfortunately they no longer carry them. My solid red, solid black, leopard print, and Christmas plaid ties come from this site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.dapperdog.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://store.dapperdog.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Yes, it says dog in the link, but it also is a cat site. We think the company originally started with dogs because they wear more.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom found these 2 sites last night. They look promising, but we have yet to find out for sure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sassypup.net/Dog-Neckties-Plaid-Set-3-Fun-Ties-Plaid-and-Solid-Black-p-17925.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.sassypup.net/Dog-Neckties-Plaid-Set-3-Fun-Ties-Plaid-and-Solid-Black-p-17925.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;(these are the business ties)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://alittleunique.com/bowties.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://alittleunique.com/bowties.php&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;(states grosgrain shirt material bow ties...plan to get additional info regarding this site.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;All 3 links have ties for both cats and dogs, males and females. We hope this helps and you find something you like! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let us hear YOUR opinions on these sites, and if you find others you like, let us know! Love, Beau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-5516049696254904336?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=5516049696254904336&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/5516049696254904336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/5516049696254904336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2011/01/tuxie-ties.html' title='Tuxie Ties'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-3721032184186206772</id><published>2011-01-09T23:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T00:01:13.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Problem Fixed</title><content type='html'>Dear Friends, it came to my attention late last night that there was a problem with my follow feed.  After intensive research I discovered the problem and believe I have fixed it!  If you have any more problems please let us know.  Both this blog and &lt;a href="http://beaussundaysermons.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beau's Sunday Sermons&lt;/a&gt; are set for follow feeds.&lt;br /&gt;We hope you had happy holidays and will have a blessed new year!  Santa Claws brought me TWO bag of dental Temptations!  WOOHOO!   Oh, and I got LOTS of crinkly papers to bat around and play with too!  We are doing fine...trying to stay in and stay warm.  Sunday night through sometime tomorrow we are to get a total of 2 to 4 inches of snow!  I bolted out one day during the last snow, and didn't realize in time there was snow out our door.  My poor toesies got wet and VERY cold.  You should have seen me tip toeing quicky across.  MOL!  I felt kind of stupid. I've been enjoying our snowier winter this year.  It has meant mom staying home, and in, more, which means more snuggle and play time with her.  I love that!  She has been putting on some wet stuff to keep her skin from drying out and it makes her smell so good I want to eat her!  (BTW, I hate to tell her at her age not drying out can be a lost cause!  =snork=)  We love you all!  Take care!  Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-3721032184186206772?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=3721032184186206772&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/3721032184186206772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/3721032184186206772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2011/01/problem-fixed.html' title='A Problem Fixed'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-4826032866095588922</id><published>2010-12-23T22:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T22:19:51.858-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twas the Night Before Christmas (Cat Version)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;''Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring except the cat chasing a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that Santa Claws would soon would be there; The kittens were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of catnip danced in their heads; And momma in her perch and I in a lap, Had just settled down for a long winter's nap, When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I lept like a flash, Swatted open the shutters and bent up the sash. The moon glistening on the new-fallen snow gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my curious eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old feline driving lively and fast I knew in a moment it was Santa at last. More rapid than cats his reindeer they came, And he mrowred, and mewed, and called them by name; "Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!" As dry leaves that before lain around dry. When they meet with an obstacle, lept to the sky, So up to the house-top the reindeers they flew, With the sleigh full of toys, and Santa Claws too. And then, in a ear twitch, I heard on the roof The clawing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my paw, and was turning around, Down the chimney Santa Claws came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his fur was all dirty with ashes and soot; A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack. His eyes -- how they twinkled! his whiskers how merry! His ears were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His cute little mouth was shaped like a bow, the fur on his chin was as white as the snow; The stump of a feather pole he held tight in his teeth, feathers flew around his head like a wreath; He had a broad face and a little round belly, That shook, when he purred like a bowlful of jelly. He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old cat, And I laughed when I saw him, wearing a hat; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me an idea he hadn’t been fed; He spoke not a word, but went straight to his job, And filled all the stockings; then turned with a bob, And laying his paw next to his nose, giving a nod, up the chimney he rose; He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a hiss, And away they all flew too quickly I sensed. But I heard him meow, as he lept out of sight, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-4826032866095588922?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=4826032866095588922&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/4826032866095588922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/4826032866095588922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2010/12/twas-night-before-christmas-cat-version.html' title='Twas the Night Before Christmas (Cat Version)'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-2356489574652086494</id><published>2010-11-01T13:16:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T14:18:43.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/TM8HSVylTAI/AAAAAAAABJY/83lQx2LVfoQ/s1600/seafood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 101px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 124px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534650478729972738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/TM8HSVylTAI/AAAAAAAABJY/83lQx2LVfoQ/s200/seafood.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The chefs have informed me that the buffets are now ready so help yourself! There is a seafood buffet to your left, another buffet with all kinds of other meats: chicken, turkey, beef, etc.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/TM8H39UaYUI/AAAAAAAABJg/SKRyOOrAdDI/s1600/meat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 93px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534651124996006210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/TM8H39UaYUI/AAAAAAAABJg/SKRyOOrAdDI/s200/meat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/TM8I3mY2eSI/AAAAAAAABJo/OCnosyqLFgY/s1600/Temptations.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 124px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534652218352236834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/TM8I3mY2eSI/AAAAAAAABJo/OCnosyqLFgY/s200/Temptations.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have all kinds and flavors of Temptaions: traditional flavors, the all natural Tempations, dental temptations. We have bothe the standard size and the large packages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/TM8JRHJehLI/AAAAAAAABJw/2jZBtLDIgLk/s1600/catnip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 143px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 107px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534652656642852018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/TM8JRHJehLI/AAAAAAAABJw/2jZBtLDIgLk/s200/catnip.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, of course we have FRESH catnip!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/TM8NaGhDuOI/AAAAAAAABKQ/GiezbWQV8Fk/s1600/bottled+water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 104px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534657209138657506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/TM8NaGhDuOI/AAAAAAAABKQ/GiezbWQV8Fk/s200/bottled+water.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To drink, we have all brand of bottled water, including Perrier for those with expensive taste and fresh, live, running faucet water! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/TM8Ku2mM7uI/AAAAAAAABKA/hPJ6cWyHTuI/s1600/water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 111px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 111px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534654267107634914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/TM8Ku2mM7uI/AAAAAAAABKA/hPJ6cWyHTuI/s200/water.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a milk bar with all kinds of milk: regular cow milk, goat's milk, soy milk, rice milk, fat free, &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/TM8MrjGyfkI/AAAAAAAABKI/P-leR4BV6r4/s1600/milk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 116px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534656409359253058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/TM8MrjGyfkI/AAAAAAAABKI/P-leR4BV6r4/s200/milk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;skim milk; and lactose free for those with sensitive stomachs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy everything and let the chefs know if you need something!&lt;br /&gt;Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-2356489574652086494?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=2356489574652086494&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/2356489574652086494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/2356489574652086494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2010/11/lets-party.html' title='Let&apos;s Party!'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/TM8HSVylTAI/AAAAAAAABJY/83lQx2LVfoQ/s72-c/seafood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-4881816564353550006</id><published>2010-10-31T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T23:23:52.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My BIRTHDAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/TMyplHUh14I/AAAAAAAABJI/DoybUlG2Kow/s1600/81510%2BBeau%27s%2BPictures%2B2%2B042%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 126px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533984497216903042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/TMyplHUh14I/AAAAAAAABJI/DoybUlG2Kow/s200/81510%2BBeau%27s%2BPictures%2B2%2B042%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I'm 11....on 11/1. How cool is that!! Today I'm hoping that all my friends donate at LEAST one bag of food to a local shelter/rescue; the humans wear black and white for all the pets that have touched their lives and or blessed them, in memory of all those who've gone to The Bridge, and to remember all the lost and or homeless animals. AND, to take a moment to say a prayer for all the lost and homeless animals. I would like to share a few thoughts. I am still very active and curious. I take care of myself for the most part, and enjoy bird watching and sun spots still. I play with mom often. I get plenty of rest. To the elder cats, I would like to say take care of yourself, stay active and curious...and when the time comes to go to The Bridge, do not stay just for your humans. They will be okay. Mom says they will be sad for a while, then they will be okay...and the best thing you can do for them is to do what you need to do for yourself. Stay if you have more living to do, but go if you're ready...staying just for them only makes it harder for them. To&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/TMysbxaoRjI/AAAAAAAABJQ/pfNQZkb7ET8/s1600/81510%2BBeau%27s%2BPictures%2B2%2B053%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 106px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533987635252971058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/TMysbxaoRjI/AAAAAAAABJQ/pfNQZkb7ET8/s200/81510%2BBeau%27s%2BPictures%2B2%2B053%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the young, play hard, be curious, learn lots, learn healthy habits, and make forever friends. All this will carry you far in life! To all I say appreciate everything good in your life, treasure every moment, love, laugh, and play hard, nap often, take care of yourself, and above all love God and do what you need to do for YOU. Life is short...eat more treats!! Love, Beau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-4881816564353550006?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=4881816564353550006&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/4881816564353550006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/4881816564353550006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-my-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s My BIRTHDAY!!!!'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/TMyplHUh14I/AAAAAAAABJI/DoybUlG2Kow/s72-c/81510%2BBeau%27s%2BPictures%2B2%2B042%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-6751768789516840332</id><published>2010-09-17T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T00:00:03.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Answers to Questions</title><content type='html'>We have been getting lots of questions...about my eating shrimp, and about how mom and her itchy places are doing.  So, we thought the easiest thing to do was to just post the answers all in one post...and if you think of any other questions, just put them in the comments of this post, and we will add the answer here.  BTW, I don't know why people ask about mom because we all know us cats are way more interesting than our humans!  Anyway, about eating shrimp, I guess I liked it okay, but not as much as Max and some others like it.  I think I still prefer chicken or turkey.  It was cooked by Captain D, not the dried stuff (ech!).  It was suggested that I try the tiny canned stuff.  Mom has offered those to me before and I wasn't interested, but maybe I might think about it next time.  Mom was very hesitant about letting me try shrimp for a long time because she read some cats are 'lergic to them and she didn't want to take the chance...but over time she has learned I am very good at knowing what is okay for me to eat, and what I can't, so she let me make the choice.    As for mom, she still keeps getting some itchy bite bumps, but not so much now.  She stopped counting them when it got to be about 135 bites total.  (Not a typo.)  She has now had 3 rounds of shots, which included a tet a nuts shot, and 3 1/2 rounds of pre script shuns.  (Round 1/2 gave mom hives twice.)  The first 35-40 itchy bug bumps caused mom to have a severe 'lergic reaction and she went to the human E.R.  Now everyone (and I do mean EVERYONE is keeping a close watch on things.  This past week she saw a skin doctor named Derma Tologist, and in 10 days she starts being tested for allergies.  She says she looks like she has had a severe case of chicken pocks.  Anyway, she's healing and not so itchy now.   We hope all our friends and yet to be friends are all doing well.  Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-6751768789516840332?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=6751768789516840332&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/6751768789516840332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/6751768789516840332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2010/09/answers-to-questions.html' title='Answers to Questions'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-6913083578355651107</id><published>2010-09-16T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T00:05:40.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thrree Dogs and a Blurpy</title><content type='html'>We recently got 3 new neighbors in the building we live in...one downstairs, one upstairs, and one next door.  Life has not been the same, or as quiet ever since.  First of all, the downstairs humans, like I've said, have 2 yappy puppies that talk ALL...THE...TIME.  Second, the upstairs humans not only have a yappy, hyper chihuaha woofie, but 4 days ago they got a blurpy girl.  Mom says so far she's very quiet and cute...but we know that won't last!  And, next door humans is just plain loud and waits until late night to be the loudest.  So, that's 3 noisy woofies, a blurpy, and a loud human.  (Good thing another long time neighbor got kittens Spike and Butch.)  Someone needs to tell new humans that cats sleep about 18 hours and I need my beauty rest, so SHUT up...and give all 3 woofies catnip so they will mellow out!  I need mom to find me some kitty sized ear plugs or I'm going to scratch someone's eyes out!  I get cranky without sleep!  Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-6913083578355651107?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=6913083578355651107&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/6913083578355651107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/6913083578355651107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2010/09/thrree-dogs-and-blurpy.html' title='Thrree Dogs and a Blurpy'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-4769227134066874056</id><published>2010-09-15T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T00:00:06.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shrimp and Temptations</title><content type='html'>Last night I tried shrimp for the first time.  Mom got it from Captain D.  I don't know what Captain's A, B, and C were offering...just that mom got the shrimp from Captain D.  She took off the brown crumbly stuff  before giving it too me.  I actually ate a bite of it then decided I wanted another.  Mom's been telling me I would like it, but I never was interested in trying it until now.  I'm not sure I love it as Max, but I liked it.  I'll probably have it again some time...maybe for my 11th birthday coming up!  How cool is this...I will be 11 on 11/1 ?!!!  Oh, and mom got me some Tempations!  I loooove them...and I love love LOVE mom for getting them!  Now, let's all go have some shrimp, chicken, ham, and Temptations.  Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-4769227134066874056?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=4769227134066874056&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/4769227134066874056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/4769227134066874056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2010/09/shrimp-and-temptations.html' title='Shrimp and Temptations'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-5431555627553822084</id><published>2010-09-14T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T00:00:05.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beau's Limerick (by Mom)</title><content type='html'>There is a cat named Beau&lt;br /&gt;Who likes to go and go and go..&lt;br /&gt;He will bolt out the door&lt;br /&gt;'Cause he likes to explore.&lt;br /&gt;Beau, the cat who like to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-5431555627553822084?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=5431555627553822084&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/5431555627553822084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/5431555627553822084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2010/09/beaus-limerick-by-mom.html' title='Beau&apos;s Limerick (by Mom)'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-1885491124402192668</id><published>2010-09-13T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T00:00:08.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New(er) Pictures of Beau</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/TI0OofAeX2I/AAAAAAAABIA/7qAS81tAK6M/s1600/81510%2BBeau%27s%2BPictures%2B2%2B053%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 106px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516081207279771490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/TI0OofAeX2I/AAAAAAAABIA/7qAS81tAK6M/s200/81510%2BBeau%27s%2BPictures%2B2%2B053%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/TI0MPT6DtRI/AAAAAAAABH4/2o8RDgRdQBA/s1600/81510%2BBeau%27s%2BPictures%2B2%2B052%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 121px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516078575780082962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/TI0MPT6DtRI/AAAAAAAABH4/2o8RDgRdQBA/s200/81510%2BBeau%27s%2BPictures%2B2%2B052%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/TI0LzFBpC3I/AAAAAAAABHw/u2gCyBNJWrk/s1600/81510%2BBeau%27s%2BPictures%2B2%2B050%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516078090749021042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/TI0LzFBpC3I/AAAAAAAABHw/u2gCyBNJWrk/s200/81510%2BBeau%27s%2BPictures%2B2%2B050%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/TI0LgL4rhMI/AAAAAAAABHo/S99-GCgaU3Q/s1600/81510%2BBeau%27s%2BPictures%2B2%2B049%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516077766172968130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/TI0LgL4rhMI/AAAAAAAABHo/S99-GCgaU3Q/s200/81510%2BBeau%27s%2BPictures%2B2%2B049%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/TI0Kw0nifDI/AAAAAAAABHY/FQiAt0Gl7a4/s1600/81510%2BBeau%27s%2BPictures%2B2%2B046%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516076952473205810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/TI0Kw0nifDI/AAAAAAAABHY/FQiAt0Gl7a4/s200/81510%2BBeau%27s%2BPictures%2B2%2B046%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/TI0LPfkGDdI/AAAAAAAABHg/uXfZrQIxIdk/s1600/81510%2BBeau%27s%2BPictures%2B2%2B042%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 126px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516077479397559762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/TI0LPfkGDdI/AAAAAAAABHg/uXfZrQIxIdk/s200/81510%2BBeau%27s%2BPictures%2B2%2B042%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-1885491124402192668?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=1885491124402192668&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/1885491124402192668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/1885491124402192668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2010/09/newer-pictures-of-beau.html' title='New(er) Pictures of Beau'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/TI0OofAeX2I/AAAAAAAABIA/7qAS81tAK6M/s72-c/81510%2BBeau%27s%2BPictures%2B2%2B053%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-5495965370276968102</id><published>2010-07-09T12:42:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T12:53:54.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Off</title><content type='html'>This morning I was playing with my catnip squirrel, and I was so into it that I fell off the recliner chair thingy I was on.  That was embarassing.  Mom laughed at me.  Now I'm in my carrier thinking about things and chillaxin'.  I really love playing with that squirrel.  When mom gave it to me this morning she said:  1) She might have to remove the catnip and wash it.  (Max, THAT would depress me too!)  2) She may need to start looking for another one, go ahead and get it, then put it back for future use.  I think that sounds like an excellent idea!  I'm enjoying the morning while I can.  We are supposed to be having booms and flashes this afternoon.  By the way, mom has been taking pictures of me recently, so hopefully I will have new pictures to post soon.  Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-5495965370276968102?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=5495965370276968102&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/5495965370276968102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/5495965370276968102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2010/07/falling-off.html' title='Falling Off'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-1181424063656037965</id><published>2010-07-08T11:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T11:53:07.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Legacy</title><content type='html'>Heeeeeey!  I'm baaaaaack!  WOOHOO!  I finally got mom to see that this blog is my legacy, and many years from now it will be my memorial.   After all, this is documentation of my life and what I'm doing and thinking.  So, without further adue let me tell you what's been going on with us (me).  Mom's shoulder is doing better thanks to all the purrrring and snuggling.  She hasn't had ortho Scotty on it yet, but her v-e-t gave her D vitamins which seem to have helped a LOT.  I haven't been able to get out much due to the severe heat, but I am enjoying bird watching.  Mom bought me a catnip squirrel so I can have a squirrel INSIDE.  I am enjoying it more than I thought I would...just don't tell mom!!  heehee!  Mom is looking for a part time job through something called vocational rehabilatashun, because we desperately need green papers.  I continue to have tummy troubles so mom has started giving me FortiFlora powders every day.  It cost mom about $1/day or $30/mth., but mom says it's worth it.  I continue to write Sunday sermons, which I hope people still read.  And, this fall I will turn 11.  That's soooo awesome!  I can't believe mom and I have been together for over 10 years.  Time flies when you're having fun!   I would love to hear from all of you and find out what you've been doing, etc.  It's good to be back!  Hopefully, from now on, we will be posting at LEAST twice a week.  Take care!  I wuvs you!  Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-1181424063656037965?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=1181424063656037965&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/1181424063656037965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/1181424063656037965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-legacy.html' title='My Legacy'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-8079152134331380351</id><published>2010-05-21T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T00:19:09.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt;We are sorry we have not been posting in a long time.  Mom and I want to share a little that has been going on with us.  Mom has been struggling with LOTS of health issues, including a bad shoulder which will eventually need to be cleaned out with ortho Scotty.  Mom's hurty foot is now hopefully all well.  All this medical has caused a lot to deal with, including financial struggles.  Plus, then there was the "Great Tennessee Flood of 2010," as it's now referred to.  We had no damage, but it bad one street over in EVERY direction (no joke!).  We did have friends who lost most everything, and Granpa knew a man who died.  Cleanup is going well so far, but water restrictions will be a while.   Oh, and Nashville is open for tourists, so please feel free to visit!  As for me, I'm doing well and have been busy taking care of mom, and our home when mom's been at the human v-e-t.  We do try to post some on Facebook, as it reaches the most friends in one place.  We love and miss you so please chat us on Facebook, when you can.  We hope to eventually be posting again regularly, but we don't yet know when with mom's bad shoulder.  Please keep us, and all of Tennessee, in your thoughts and prayers.  We love and miss you all...so please keep in touch!  Love, Beau and mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-8079152134331380351?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=8079152134331380351&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/8079152134331380351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/8079152134331380351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-friends-we-are-sorry-we-have-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-3744263673215353456</id><published>2010-05-11T18:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:00:08.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>URGENT: TN ANIMALS NEED HELP *NOW*</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;** &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;URGENT&lt;/span&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; PLEASE HELP SPREAD THE WORD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Due to the flood in Tennessee, Metro Animal Control in Nashville is so overwhelmed with animals they have started euthanizing unclaimed. Claimed are temporary being held. UNCLAIMED ANIMALS ARE ONLY BEING HELD *10 DAYS* AND ARE ABOUT TO BE EUTHANIZED. IF YOU CAN ADOPT/FOSTER, PLEASE CALL &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;METRO ANIMAL CONTROL&lt;/span&gt; AT &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(615) 862-7928&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;. Addrs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5125 Harding Place; Nashville, TN 37211&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-3744263673215353456?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=3744263673215353456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/3744263673215353456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/3744263673215353456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2010/05/urgent-please-help-spread-word-due-to.html' title='URGENT: TN ANIMALS NEED HELP *NOW*'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-1759108448298275447</id><published>2010-03-15T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T00:00:01.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey!</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to let everyone know we're doing fine (except for mom's hurt footy).  You can find us posting short snippits on Facebook.  You can friend us through another CB friend, or send us a note to friend you.  We look forward to seeing you on Facebook...and on Beau's Sunday Sermons.&lt;br /&gt;Love ya' -- Beau (and mom)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-1759108448298275447?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=1759108448298275447&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/1759108448298275447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/1759108448298275447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2010/03/hey.html' title='Hey!'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-2301235769301632180</id><published>2009-12-05T00:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T18:34:55.824-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jewelry gift ideas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would like to suggest, on behalf of mom (and myself) that if you would like to get earrings and or a bracelet for someone special on your holiday gift giving list, to please contact mom. Let her know a general idea of colors and what you would like, and she can make something for you to give. And, or, you can check out mom's private jewelry website. (It is by invitation only, and if you forgot your sign in and or are new, please also contact mom and she can (re) invite you. Prices are dependent on what you want and stones/beads used. Mom will let you know prices in advance for your approval. General they run $20-30.&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ALL FUNDS FROM JEWELRY SOLD WILL GO TOWARDS MY ANNUAL VET APPT. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt; SCHEDULED FOR THIS WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 18 AT 11:30 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.*   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Mom and I still don't have all the funds, but thanks to a few jewelry sales and donations, we have half so mom could at least go ahead and schedule.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-2301235769301632180?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=2301235769301632180&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/2301235769301632180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/2301235769301632180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2008/12/jewelry-gift-ideas.html' title='Jewelry gift ideas'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-6062033695187968316</id><published>2009-12-04T11:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:31:35.311-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Craaaaaaap!</title><content type='html'>As you know, we joined Facebook.  NOW, 2-3 days after mom joined ex-boyfriend joined.  Granted, mom has her settings set so that only friended people can see our stuff, but since they are trying to stay friends, mom friended him.  I think this was a VERY stupid move on mom's part, but cats are superior in intellect to humans!  Mom did say she doesn't think he will be a problem, but if he is she will instantly unfriend him.  Wish us luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I love mom but sometimes I miss living with someone of my same species.  It gets a little lonely and it's just not the same!  Mom said I coud invite some friends over this afternoon, so if anyone wants to teleport over and hang out...c'mon over!!         Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-6062033695187968316?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=6062033695187968316&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/6062033695187968316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/6062033695187968316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-craaaaaaap.html' title='Oh Craaaaaaap!'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-7631547037406665151</id><published>2009-12-02T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T11:58:09.638-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thought for the Day</title><content type='html'>My thought for the day is this:  Three tummy rubs a day make Beau a happy mancat!!  (Feel free to insert your name in place of mine, and share it with your human!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, many of you already know this.  Mom and I have joined Facebook.  We have friended many of you already, but if you are on Facebook, and we have not friended you already, please let us know.  We would love to friend you!!  Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-7631547037406665151?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=7631547037406665151&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/7631547037406665151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/7631547037406665151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/12/thought-for-day.html' title='A Thought for the Day'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-6207246749393372463</id><published>2009-11-26T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T10:51:42.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday!</title><content type='html'>Today we are celebrating a day of Thanksgiving here in the United States.  Mom and I are thankful for so many things.  We are thankful for family and friends, for our freedom, for having shelter, food, electricity and skin coverings.  We are thankful for our health, and we are thankful for having each other.  Most of all, we are thankful for our relationship with God and that He always has our back and watches over, and protects us.  We pray that all our sick and lost friends will get well soon and get home very soon.  We also pray for all homeless furries to find forever homes.  God watch over ALL of us!!  Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-6207246749393372463?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=6207246749393372463&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/6207246749393372463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/6207246749393372463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday!'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-5631793280431655635</id><published>2009-11-20T00:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T00:43:01.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos at Last!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At long last, I've finally have new pictures posted...and the next 2 posts I do (whatever days they are) will also have new pictures. We want to send out a huuuuge thank you to Samantha, Tigger, and Maverick's mom for emailing our pictures to us so we could save them to this laptop, since we had trouble uploading them through a disc. And, we continue to be ever so thankful to Sammy, Miles, and Billy's "Meezer Mom" for sending this laptop as a gift so that we could continue to blog. Thanks to both of you for your ever generous hearts and gifts! Now, we would like to point out two things in the first, closeup, picture. Notice both my beautiful whiskers AND my beautiful eyelashes. Mom LOVES my eyelashes!! And, notice how alert I am in the next two pictures! Love, Beau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/SwYryxXDE8I/AAAAAAAABFo/m0UacIbjyfI/s1600/Beau%27s%2BPictures%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406056553948320706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/SwYryxXDE8I/AAAAAAAABFo/m0UacIbjyfI/s200/Beau%27s%2BPictures%2B011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/SwYqLQWVq9I/AAAAAAAABFQ/4vn68MQxhRE/s1600/Beau%27s%2BPictures%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406054775560448978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/SwYqLQWVq9I/AAAAAAAABFQ/4vn68MQxhRE/s200/Beau%27s%2BPictures%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/SwYrVrkGtjI/AAAAAAAABFg/wC9kktrmbLQ/s1600/Beau%27s%2BPictures%2B013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406056054176265778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/SwYrVrkGtjI/AAAAAAAABFg/wC9kktrmbLQ/s200/Beau%27s%2BPictures%2B013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/SwY53Y6HZ4I/AAAAAAAABF4/neq4R6JMSQA/s1600/Beau%27s%2BPictures%2B029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406072026446653314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/SwY53Y6HZ4I/AAAAAAAABF4/neq4R6JMSQA/s200/Beau%27s%2BPictures%2B029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/SwY5G6ypZvI/AAAAAAAABFw/2qfdGxj5Cw4/s1600/Beau%27s%2BPictures%2B021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406071193728542450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/SwY5G6ypZvI/AAAAAAAABFw/2qfdGxj5Cw4/s200/Beau%27s%2BPictures%2B021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/SwYojRDUy1I/AAAAAAAABE4/UgT_SE4zWcY/s1600/Beau%27s%2BPictures%2B013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-5631793280431655635?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=5631793280431655635&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/5631793280431655635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/5631793280431655635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/11/photos-at-last.html' title='Photos at Last!!'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/SwYryxXDE8I/AAAAAAAABFo/m0UacIbjyfI/s72-c/Beau%27s%2BPictures%2B011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-6817239985721853066</id><published>2009-11-19T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T00:00:04.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Put Mom Through</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, by the time mom was bathed, dressed, and ready for me to go into my PTU I had figured out what was happening. I NEVER EVER go down without a fight! (Ask anyone here who knows me...there's a reason for "Fluffy Scissorpaws!") I streaked to under the bed and didn't move for a very long time. When I finally did come out I bolted for the living area and went on top of the highest piece of furniture and looked at mom. I gave her a look of, "I'm not an idiot, mom!" I stayed up there for an even longer time! By this time, mom had already called the v-e-t office, told them what was going on, and that we might be late.  Between bed and high furniture standoffs, mom had tried dangling ham in front of me, opening the fridge several times, asking me if I wanted to go out on my leash, ignoring me, eating something herself, and trying to get me to play with her, all trying to entice me into getting withing grabbing distance.  I knew what she was doing so nothing worked.  All this lasted an HOUR!  I wore mom out too...heehee!!  (She needs the excercise.)  I finally let her get me when A) she shook the tall piece of furniture making me a bit nervous, and B) I was TIRED!  However, I made sure to growl, hiss, and claw her as she was putting me in the PTU for proper effect.  I even did something new this year.  After she put me into the truck, and climbed in next to me, I reached through the door space, grabbed her arm with my paw, and pulled it up again the PTU, pleading with her to let me out.  It didn't work, but she was impressed!  Mom was so tired by the time we returned home she left me alone all afternoon!  heehee                   Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-6817239985721853066?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=6817239985721853066&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/6817239985721853066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/6817239985721853066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-i-put-mom-through.html' title='What I Put Mom Through'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-2716259398020337223</id><published>2009-11-18T00:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T16:33:31.982-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vet Day</title><content type='html'>Today is vet day. I will be having my annual shots, teeth cleaning, physical and blood work. I will also be weighed and have my nails done. I will be gone for several hours, but mom promises to let me on the computer when I get home to update. MAYL!! Love, Beau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We are home and I got a good report. The v-e-t said everything looked good, and my teeth weren't too bad. Yea! I had gained a little weight (less than a pound), but mom was told that was okay because I'm still only 2 lbs. over my "ideal" weight...and they said it's better for cats my age to be a LITTLE overweight than be losing weight. Mom agreed. I still have yet to get my blood tests results, which we will get Friday. The only thing we expect with that is that my iron is on the low side of normal. That is normal for both me AND mom. So, I found out I'm a healthy 10-year-old cat, and I have a prettier smile to go with it!  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(The bad news is mom still owes $150    pfft)&lt;/span&gt;  Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-2716259398020337223?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=2716259398020337223&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/2716259398020337223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/2716259398020337223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/11/vet-day.html' title='Vet Day'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-1083925615687222369</id><published>2009-11-16T00:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:00:04.765-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes</title><content type='html'>I wanted to mention a few add-ons from the past few weeks. First of all, as for my graduation and receiving the actual certificate for being a minister, just call me Beau. No need to call me Reverend Beau, Reverend Davis, etc. I'm still just the Beau you know and love! By the way, my GPA was 4.0. As for my relationship with Purrl, we are not officially a couple right now. Since there is an age difference, we are taking our time getting to know each other and see where it leads...but she is a very sweet and nice cat. I go to my v-e-t appointment Wednesday morning for annual shots, physical, and dental. Thanks to a few donations, etc., we at least have a little more than half of the estimated bill. Thanks to those who have donated...handwritten thank you notes will be enroute this week! Lastly, mom got to talk to ex-boyfriend for 20 minutes the other night, and he SAID he is going to call her on Thanksgiving break! (Let's all pray he actually does.) That's all the news for now! Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-1083925615687222369?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=1083925615687222369&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/1083925615687222369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/1083925615687222369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/11/notes.html' title='Notes'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-3848846405363529652</id><published>2009-11-14T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T00:00:01.771-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Deal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The other day I sent mom to PetSmart to buy me some more kibble and litter. When mom returned, she told me that she got an excellent deal on food! My food was on sale! Mom was going to purchase the smaller 10 lb bag, but for ONLY $1 MORE, she could get the 20 lb bag! Now, I have a 20 lb bag of food, and a 25 lb bag of litter (party time!). This is especially good right now because mom tries to get plenty to last through the holidays so she doesn´t have to be in the large shopping crowd! I would ask what she is going to do with the money she saved, but I already know it´s going towards my annual v-e-t appoint on Wednesday.   Love, Beau &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-3848846405363529652?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=3848846405363529652&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/3848846405363529652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/3848846405363529652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-deal.html' title='What a Deal!'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-6993758544811535081</id><published>2009-11-11T05:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T05:00:07.882-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduated!</title><content type='html'>As you can see, with lots of hard work and perseverance I have finally graduated from the Cat Blogosphere University, with a degree in Cat Divinity and Religion! I finally got my diploma officially SHOWING I can do cat blogger weddings, funerals, and other religious/spiritual cat blogger events!  I would like to clarify that, as a student intern, I was and have been able to perform the weddings and other ministerial duties I've been performing.  (It's just the minister students your humans see at church and or medical doctor interns.)  I just have a diploma now to show for it!!  I am very excited, and mom said she is very proud of me!   Love, Beau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/SvoBkVAjjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/QGJFoCsLUfo/s1600-h/Beau%27s+diploma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402632426610724498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/SvoBkVAjjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/QGJFoCsLUfo/s400/Beau%27s+diploma.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-6993758544811535081?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=6993758544811535081&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/6993758544811535081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/6993758544811535081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/11/graduated.html' title='Graduated!'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/SvoBkVAjjpI/AAAAAAAABEo/QGJFoCsLUfo/s72-c/Beau%27s+diploma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-5522978523289318466</id><published>2009-11-05T00:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T00:00:05.964-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dona Nobis Pacem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GIVE PEACE A CHANCE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400481712106665362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/SvJdgRIcdZI/AAAAAAAABEY/2KBt6tSRnkY/s200/Nov09globebottomLeft.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-5522978523289318466?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=5522978523289318466&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/5522978523289318466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/5522978523289318466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/11/dona-nobis-pacem.html' title='Dona Nobis Pacem'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/SvJdgRIcdZI/AAAAAAAABEY/2KBt6tSRnkY/s72-c/Nov09globebottomLeft.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-4577233403419440506</id><published>2009-11-04T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:33:58.005-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat has FLU! - WARNING!!</title><content type='html'>This is a PSA warning for all humans with both cats and dogs.  In our news tonight was a notice about a cat in the state of Iowa (here in the United States) that has the H1N1/swine flu.  According to the news, both humans in the house where sick with it and, evidently, it crossed species into the cat.  This is major alarming!!  We need to major sure that our humans take proper care NOT to get this flu.  Also, we need to rethink cuddling and snuggling with them if they get sick with flu-like symptoms.  This could endanger us.  What's worse is that now, especially with my annual approaching, mom is wondering if she should talk to my v-e-t about ME getting a flu shot.  All I could think was, "OMGWT....!!!!"  So, take care of your humans by making sure they take all proper precautions, then take care of yourselves by staying away from them if they get sick.  You can send them loving, healing purrrrs from a distance!  Stay safe!  Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-4577233403419440506?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=4577233403419440506&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/4577233403419440506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/4577233403419440506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/11/cat-has-flu-warning.html' title='Cat has FLU! - WARNING!!'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-7701374528589727687</id><published>2009-11-03T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T00:00:03.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AKA (New Nickname)</title><content type='html'>Because I'm very different at the vet, and around strangers, than I normally am when around just mom and or close family, the humans at the v-e-t have come up with a new nickname for me.  It is based on a movie called Edward Scissorhands, which is about a strange guy with very large scissors for hands.  (The dude was STRANGE!!)  Anyway, the v-e-t humans are now calling me Furry Scissorpaws.  =eyeroll=  Mom really likes it and thinks it's cute and funny.  I'm not sure what to think of it.  Is this a good thing, and or is this an insult...I don't know.  I would be interested in knowing what you, my feline friends, think of it.  AND PLEASE DON'T CALL ME THAT.  My name is BEAU!!   Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-7701374528589727687?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=7701374528589727687&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/7701374528589727687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/7701374528589727687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/11/aka-new-nickname.html' title='AKA (New Nickname)'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-8307267177024986710</id><published>2009-11-01T09:00:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:22:21.901-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guy's Only Birthday Bash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;CO-ED AND KITTEN (2 AND UNDER) PARTY ROOMS IN POST BELOW THIS ONE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;(keep scrolling down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hey dudes! Welcome to my guys only party!! WOOHOO!! To eat, we have seafood pizza, meat pizza; a meat tray with turkey, ham and beef; and grilled meat of anything you want. To drink with have nip beer, nip meowgaritas, niptinis, and for non-alcoholic drinkers we have milk and bottled water. Mom has set up a big screen picture box so we can watch National Feline League sports network, and we can also play tub hockey/soccer. Feel free to belch as loud as you want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's just as guys...heehee!! Have a great time, and let me know if you need/want anything! Love, Beau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-8307267177024986710?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=8307267177024986710&amp;isPopup=true' title='50 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/8307267177024986710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/8307267177024986710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/11/guys-only-birthday-bash.html' title='Guy&apos;s Only Birthday Bash'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>50</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-7926497170462284183</id><published>2009-10-31T00:00:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T23:30:01.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Co-Ed and Kitten (2 and under) Party Rooms</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is my 10th birthday and today we start partying! WOOHOO!! Even more special is the blessed nuptials of Miss Peach and Mickey today. For those who plan to attend both, please come prepared to teleport to the wedding together from here. In the meantime, I have Temptations, salmon, chicken, and other assorted goodies. To drink there is cat milk, water, niptinis, tuna juice, and meowgaritas. There is a bouncey thing on the balcony, the climbing tower, tons of nip toys, lots of napping spots, tables to climb on, tub hockey, ceiling walking, and the hall can be used for thundering herd of elephants. Plus, mom will give any cat tummy rubs and massages all afternoon. Hope you have fun, and if you need anything let me, the chefs, and or the bartenders know...and be sure to keep an eye on the 2 and under crowd. There is a special area just for them! Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-7926497170462284183?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=7926497170462284183&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/7926497170462284183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/7926497170462284183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/10/party-time.html' title='Co-Ed and Kitten (2 and under) Party Rooms'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-8874221687861580072</id><published>2009-10-29T00:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T12:21:04.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing for Scary NIght</title><content type='html'>Here in the United States, the little sticky people have a night out called Halloween.  They dress up in costumes and go door to door asking for candy.  That's all we furries need...lots and lots of hyper, little sticky people.  Mom said it can be lots of fun if done right, but for us furries it can be a scary time.  Some of the costumes can be very scary, and strangers knocking at our doors and showing up can also be scary.  Plus, there are those who want to do harm to others, especially to furries.  Therefore, we need to take special care during this night.  First of all, if you go outside to do your business, do it early and make sure that your human is with you.  Second, after that stay inside the rest of the night and, under NO circumstances go outside.  Third, do NOT go out without your human from now until a few days afterwards.  Some bad people will start early and continue afterwards doing bad things.  Fourth, and this is for your own comfort, find a quiet, private area to hang out in during all the craziness.  And, finally, most importantly, purrray for the safety and return of our missing friends.  Hopefully, with all the little sticky people, and their parents, out that night someone will spot them and help them get back home.       Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-8874221687861580072?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=8874221687861580072&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/8874221687861580072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/8874221687861580072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/10/preparing-for-scary-night.html' title='Preparing for Scary NIght'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-6674900502335950928</id><published>2009-10-27T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T00:00:06.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Appointment Delay</title><content type='html'>Mom has delayed my annual v-e-t appointment until the December month.  She just does not have enough green papers for me to go next week.  (She just hopes she has enough by then.)  Mom thinks this is yet again very bad news with us.  I personally think this is very GOOD news.  Am I right feline friends???  heehee!!  We do have other good news.  Grandpa is doing very well although mom says his ear looks just as gross as before, just different.  Hopefully grandpa will get his bandage off Thursday.  And, for those of you who have asked, mom is doing MUCH better and overall acting happy again.  Mom does have 3 prayer requests (other than praying for Tigger, Catzee, and Sassy):   1.  Pray for ex-boyfriend to do well in school, because he needs  really needs all the help he can get with school.  2.  Pray for mom's heart to continue to heal;  and, 3. Pray that mom and ex-boyfriend find their way to each other some day.  We hope you have only good news!                          Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-6674900502335950928?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=6674900502335950928&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/6674900502335950928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/6674900502335950928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/10/appointment-delay.html' title='Appointment Delay'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-8487371745790671990</id><published>2009-10-21T00:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T11:32:24.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa's Surgery</title><content type='html'>My grandpa is having surgery tomorrow morning on his ear.  He has a base cell cars uh no ma behind an ear.  As I understand it, this is least threatening of cancers, but still has to be removed to keep from becoming worse cancers.  He gets to come home tomorrow and not stay overnight, but he may lose a little part of his ear.  Being a curious cat, I will be interested in seeing what his ear looks like after the surgery.  I will be offline the next 2 days because I will be busy giving grandpa healing purrs.  Take care!  Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-8487371745790671990?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=8487371745790671990&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/8487371745790671990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/8487371745790671990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/10/grandpas-surgery.html' title='Grandpa&apos;s Surgery'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-6476271135560046800</id><published>2009-10-20T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T11:50:34.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Happy Joy Joy!!</title><content type='html'>I have such good news!  Mom is better!  She woke this morning with some happy coming back in her.  And, after a week of rain and cold, yucky sky, the sun is out and it's going to be a much warmer day.  Oh, and the chirpy birds are also back at my window!  So, it's a much better day here all around.  I'm looking forward to my birthday and mom said she will help me work on plans today.  It's going to be a very busy day here!  I hope everyone has an awesome day!  Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-6476271135560046800?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=6476271135560046800&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/6476271135560046800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/6476271135560046800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-happy-joy-joy.html' title='Happy Happy Joy Joy!!'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-4284265307993032827</id><published>2009-10-19T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T00:00:00.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Purrl in the Midst of Sadness</title><content type='html'>For once, I have a little good news, as most of you know Purrl showed some interest in me and we have been trying to connect ever since.  After all, no one can ever have too many friends!  Anyway, yesterday we finally connected, AND I have sent her an email!  Finally!  Alas, we can communicate with each other and get to know each other!  There are years between us, and I know some may talk, even if we are just good friends, but as a proper Southern gentleman cat, I would ask that you be respectful and kind to Purrl and not talk.&lt;br /&gt;As for mom, well yesterday was worse for her.  She started sharing the breakup news with church friends, and 2 friends (both males) joked about it.  That hurt mom deeply and made mom almost cry.  When I found out I wanted to go bite them and shred everything they own.  That is so NOT cool!  Then, according to mom, during the service they sang a hymn that said, "This is my Father's world.  Why should my heart be sad..."  Even though it made mom think, it was very emotional for her.  She's getting through this day by day, and all your purrayers, comments, calls, kindness, and support are helping.  Mom is starting to get some resolve and decide that when you truly love someone you NEVER EVER give up on them, and mom is trying to get up the courage to do that.  (But that doesn't mean she's putting her life on hold either.)  Thanks again for everything...and PLEEEASE keep on praying for mom, Catzee, Sassy, Tigger, and the upcoming wedding of Miss Peach and Mickey.      Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-4284265307993032827?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=4284265307993032827&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/4284265307993032827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/4284265307993032827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/10/purrl-in-midst-of-sadness.html' title='A Purrl in the Midst of Sadness'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-7048123643907574040</id><published>2009-10-17T00:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T00:00:02.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>Mom would like to thank everyone who has, and is, continuing to leave her kind comments over the breakup.  Your purrrrs and purrrayers are helping, and she deeply appreciates the outpouring of support, kindness, and love.  Mom seemed to be some better today.  She actually didn't shed water all day and night, and even went out to dinner with a female human on something called a "girl's night out."  Mom smelled yummy when she got home, and her hands were a tasty nom.  BTW, Grandpa said even he didn't think this relationship was permamently over.  Mom said that was huge because he never said that before about anyone else.  Mom hopes this is true, but doesn't know for sure.  She wants everyone to purrrray for:  1) lost kitty friends, 2) Miss Peach &amp;amp; Mickey's upcoming nuptials, 3) boyfriend to do well in school, 4) boyfriend to work through personal issues, and 5) for him to realize he should be back with mom.  Mom and I both believe that with everyone purrrraying for all this, amazing things will happen!  Thanks again for caring so much!  We love all of you dearly!     Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-7048123643907574040?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=7048123643907574040&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/7048123643907574040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/7048123643907574040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/10/thanks.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-7607800664995933662</id><published>2009-10-16T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T00:00:04.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Protective Fur Needed</title><content type='html'>It's a good thing that my fur repels water fairly well.  Mom keeps erupting into major water leaks.  This has been going on all day, and night, since the weekend.  Now, we read that Sassy's blog is being "retired" tomorrow, which is just making mom worse.  (I put it in &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt; marks because I refuse to believe this is permament.)  It also doesn't help that we haven't yet heard that Tigger's home.  Just when I think that mom is calming down, she leaks again...and if she happens to be leaning over me petting me I get leaked on.  :::siiiigh:::  If any cat knows how to turn mom's faucet off PLEEEEEASE let me know....and let us all take a moment today to purrray for Sassy, Tigger, and Little Catzee (and mom's heart).    Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-7607800664995933662?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=7607800664995933662&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/7607800664995933662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/7607800664995933662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/10/protective-fur-needed.html' title='Protective Fur Needed'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-2901417548282373772</id><published>2009-10-15T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T02:31:45.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Breakup</title><content type='html'>Mom is now letting me share what has had her so sad this week.  As of yesterday, boyfriend officially broke up with mom.  Mom knew he was thinking about it, because of school and other things, but she was very much hoping that they could talk through things and work them out.   Mom is heartbroken and is shedding lots and lots of water right now.  She hopes that maybe someday in the distant future she and boyfriend will get back together...but there are no guarantees.  The mixed blessing is that she and EX-boyfriend are still friends and still love each other.  Mom hopes that this will help keep them connected well enough that maybe, just maybe, someday there might possibly, hopefully be a chance they might get back together.  Please pray for mom's heart to heal so she won't feel so sad and shed so many tears.  Thanks!!  Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-2901417548282373772?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=2901417548282373772&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/2901417548282373772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/2901417548282373772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/10/breakup.html' title='The Breakup'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-6591502839384332634</id><published>2009-10-14T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:00:02.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally Bored!</title><content type='html'>Right now home is not much fun.  Between mom being stressed, etc., and it being chilly, rainy, and cloudy here it's a real downer.  On the up side mom gave me a new nip mousie.  It is gray and seems to be made out of sisal or yarn.  (I'm a male cat...I don't know much about these things.)  I played with it a lot this morning, and the rest of the day I was wired...heeheehee!!  After that I had the munchies and then napped a lot.  I'm looking forward to my birthday parties.  Mom and I are still planning them.  (NOTE: all guys party on Sunday will be from 3-8 pm Central-USA time.  I have my annual v-e-t appointment the next morning and so mom is making me end my party early.)  Stay warm, stay dry, and I'll see you soon!!  Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-6591502839384332634?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=6591502839384332634&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/6591502839384332634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/6591502839384332634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/10/totally-bored.html' title='Totally Bored!'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-5047874829134066692</id><published>2009-10-13T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T00:00:00.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooooooo???</title><content type='html'>Mom found out last night that some famous human male named Justin Timberlake is also from Tennessee.  She seemed all excited about that.  First of all, I think mom is probably the last person on earth NOT to know that.  ::sigh:: =eyeroll=  She really needs to get out more often!!   Second,  who the heck really cares anyway?!  Personally, I care more about where Garfield and Heathcliff are from.  I was not impressed.  Humans are soooooo weird!!  Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-5047874829134066692?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=5047874829134066692&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/5047874829134066692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/5047874829134066692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/10/sooooooo.html' title='Sooooooo???'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-546752116565216562</id><published>2009-10-12T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T00:00:01.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Madness</title><content type='html'>Mom is very sad and stressed right now.  She's always thinking about, and praying for my lost friends.  Also, grandpa is having a base uhl cell cars uh no ma removed from the back of an ear on Oct 22. (Mom saw it and said it was yucky looking.)  Plus, she is stressed over the upcoming major bill for my annual vet appointment on Nov 2.  And, she got some upsetting news over the weekend she's not sharing.  She's having a very rough and tough time right now so please keep her in your purrrrayers.  On a positive note, she saw boyfriend Saturday and he's doing well.  All defib restrictions will be removed by Wednesday.  Keep him also in your purrayers because he's extremely stressed as he had a physics test today and has mid term tests next week.  This is very important.  On October 31, I am having a birthday and everyone is invited.  I will be 10!!  On November 1, starting at 3 pm (Central, USA) I am having a guy's only party (and guys it will be sooooo cool...that's all I'm saying for now...heehee).  Please put these on your calendar!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-546752116565216562?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=546752116565216562&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/546752116565216562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/546752116565216562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/10/monday-madness.html' title='Monday Madness'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-5477060049973618109</id><published>2009-10-10T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T00:00:03.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stormy</title><content type='html'>Yesterday it stormed...and rained...and got very, VERY dark.  Right before then I was outside, on my leash, enjoying the cool, fresh, breezy air.  It felt nice!  And, I was enjoying it very much.  Mom came out, after talking to grandpa on the talking machine, and looked at the sky.  (That's  because grandpa said it was really dark nearby.)  When mom looked up at the sky in grandpa's direction, she said something I can't repeat and told me to get "inside NOW."  I knew by the tone of her voice it was a safety issue so I didn't argue and went inside with her.  Fortunately, we didn't get the bright flashes and loud cracks and booms, but it rained...and rained...and RAINED.  I watched it at first from my ham-mick, then I said some prayers for my lost friends and their safety and homecoming, then I took a nice long nap.                                   Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-5477060049973618109?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=5477060049973618109&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/5477060049973618109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/5477060049973618109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/10/stormy.html' title='Stormy'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-6310527723111956394</id><published>2009-10-08T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T00:00:00.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reach Out and Hug Someone</title><content type='html'>First Catzee goes missing (for a while now), then Sam and Tig, and now I hear Sassy has been gone since May.  I am soooooooooooooooo depressed.  I just want to curl up into a ball and throw my gizzy quilts over my head.  So far, this has NOT been a good year.  At least the up side is that Samantha is now home, which IS something to celebrate...and I have good vibes that Tigger will also be home soon.  So, for today, while continuing to pray for Catzee, Tigger, and Sassy,  let's reach out and hug someone and celebrate the positives.  Life is waaaaay too short!    Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-6310527723111956394?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=6310527723111956394&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/6310527723111956394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/6310527723111956394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/10/reach-out-and-hug-someone.html' title='Reach Out and Hug Someone'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-7532118915533437734</id><published>2009-10-07T00:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T15:30:23.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stinky Oils</title><content type='html'>Thanks to boyfriend mom has put stinky oil things plugged into our walls. Boyfriend's place has some that supposedly smell like nature smells, which mom says doesn't really smell like nature but smells nice. Mom said the brand he uses doesn't bother her allergeez too much so she decided to try some in our place. But, did mom get the more "manly" scent like his?? NOOOO. She got the more girly scents of lavender and vanilla. Great...what's a guy to do???? Can someone pleeeeeease help me make my place more manly....pleeeeease. Mom says she's in charge and as long as SHE is paying the bills she gets to make the final decision. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;HELP ME&lt;/span&gt;. Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-7532118915533437734?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=7532118915533437734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/7532118915533437734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/7532118915533437734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/10/stinky-oils.html' title='Stinky Oils'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-3961176779670733026</id><published>2009-10-06T00:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T00:07:11.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress</title><content type='html'>Mom is very proud of me. Last night I let next door neighbor's little sticky people relatives pet me, without trying to bite their hand and arm off, without hissing, poufing, whining, and going totally crazy. I wasn't very happy about it and strained my neck back...but I tolerated it. Mom was so impressed that she gave me lots and lots of praise, cuddles, love, and told me how proud of me she was. She said that was good progress, especially for me! But, make no mistake, I tolerated it because they were little sticky people...and one should be kind to them. If they had been big humans it might have been different....heehee!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-3961176779670733026?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=3961176779670733026&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/3961176779670733026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/3961176779670733026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/10/progress.html' title='Progress'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-5275468182813983933</id><published>2009-10-05T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T10:27:18.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying for Sam, Tig, and Catzee</title><content type='html'>I'm having trouble of thinking of anything else other than my lost friends Samantha, Tigger, and Little Catzee.  I am sooooo upset right now!  Even mom thought I was more irritable and not myself this morning.  So, today I am praying and purrrrring for ALL 3 of them, and hoping that they will all be home right away.  I'm also going to try having the Chatzy Purrrr room open later today for anyone who wants to come and purrrrr for them.  Sam, Tig, Catzee....PLEASE come home...we all miss you and need you back with us....     Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-5275468182813983933?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=5275468182813983933&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/5275468182813983933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/5275468182813983933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/10/praying-for-sam-tig-and-catzee.html' title='Praying for Sam, Tig, and Catzee'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-4737486161031898840</id><published>2009-10-04T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T15:09:11.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snuggle Day</title><content type='html'>Today it's cold and rainy.  I don't like it when it's like this because it's so dreary.  I also can't go out on my leash.  (I could but mom won't let me.)  I did get to go out yesterday, even though it was chilly, but mom made me wear my scarf.  =rolls eyes=  The one thing I do really like about days like this is mom doesn't go out either.  That means it's a perfect day to curl up on the human bed and snuggle.  Mom wishes she could snuggle in front of a fireplace with boyfriend, but I reminded her I'm the much better choice!  Today is a perfect day for snuggling and I wish for everyone - furry, human, or otherwise - to find a snuggle partner and take some time for snuggling!!                                          Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-4737486161031898840?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=4737486161031898840&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/4737486161031898840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/4737486161031898840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/10/snuggle-day.html' title='Snuggle Day'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-518425548297362157</id><published>2009-10-03T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T00:00:03.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections On Getting Older</title><content type='html'>In a month (from 2 days ago) I will be 10 years old.  Yep, it's hard for me to believe too!!  Time has gone by so fast and I feel so blessed.  I have soooo many good friends, and I was blessed to have 2 wonderful women in my life...both Mia and Ghost.  It's also hard for me to believe I've almost been with mom for over 9 1/2 years.  I even went through a major health scare last year and came through it fine.  Some things I've learned have been to have faith and never lose hope or give up, go with gut feelings, always take time for naps, always take time for your friends, play hard, always live life to it's fullest, take care of your friends and help them when they need it, always find something to be happy about, take care of yourself and don't do stupid stuff, and follow God first.  I plan on living a long life and I hope I find love again.  My final thought is this:  Life is short, so eat your treats first!!  heehee!!                    Love, Beau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Purl and Summer, if you see this, email me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-518425548297362157?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=518425548297362157&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/518425548297362157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/518425548297362157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/10/reflections-on-getting-older.html' title='Reflections On Getting Older'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-6288280064814610788</id><published>2009-10-02T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T00:00:03.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray for Chihuahua Woofie</title><content type='html'>I heard about a special chihuahua woofie on the picture box.  The woofie was riding on a boat thing with its humans.  The boat crashed and, when the humans couldn't find the woofie, they thought he had died in the crash.  Welllll, the woofie, especially being small, managed to find an air pocket and was found 24 hours later by people inspecting the damage.  The woofie is perfectly fine!!  WOOHOO!  This woofie is not only smart, but also resourceful.  In addition, just think of the willpower, strength, courage, fortitude, and faith for this woofie to hang in there until found.  So, I bow and honor you courageous, brave woofie.  I'm glad you're home with your humans and doing fine!!                                                Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-6288280064814610788?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=6288280064814610788&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/6288280064814610788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/6288280064814610788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/10/hooray-for-chihuahua-woofie.html' title='Hooray for Chihuahua Woofie'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-2309760965328430093</id><published>2009-10-01T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T00:25:23.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking Funny</title><content type='html'>I think mom has a cold head.  She is talking funny, sleeping a lot, and really gross stuff coming out of her body.  =looks around to make sure mom isn't listening, then whispers=   Plus, she is also really grumpy.  The good new is she has stayed home all week which means, when she is awake, it's more mommy and me time.   The down side is that I have to play nurse maid, and purr on mom to help her heal, and also watch over and guard her while she's sleeping.   I just hope I don't get sick.  First, grandpa and momma S. were sick, now mom.  Mom thinks she got it from grandpa and momma S., being around sick people in a hospital when boyfriend had surgery, being run down, and getting rained hard on then cold.  At least mom is some better now, but she still sounds funny!                    Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-2309760965328430093?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=2309760965328430093&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/2309760965328430093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/2309760965328430093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/10/talking-funny.html' title='Talking Funny'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-6749816746335886555</id><published>2009-09-30T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T00:00:01.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed Pile</title><content type='html'>Now mom has taken off all her bed covers and thrown them into a pile in the middle of the floor.  Personally, I think mom is losing her mind.  First the stinky powder, now this.  And, what I further don't understand is that she waits until it gets COLD at night, when she actually might NEED bed covers.  Like I said I think mom is losing her mind.  Actually, she already has...she's just losing it more (but we already knew that, didn't we...heeheehee).  Mom said she took off to wash them, so now I'm waiting to see if she does the new powder washing like she did with the carpet or if they will be washed with water and bubbles.  In the meantime, I think I need to go to a quiet place and take a nap!      Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-6749816746335886555?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=6749816746335886555&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/6749816746335886555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/6749816746335886555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/09/bed-pile.html' title='Bed Pile'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-1067877695655483660</id><published>2009-09-29T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T00:00:01.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leftover Kibble</title><content type='html'>Mom has gone back to letting me have kibble at night.  That's the good news.  The down side is that I'm not getting extra food.  Mom still has cut back on my kibble.  I get like half a bowl in the morning, and a little more than half in the evening.  The evening amount is supposed to last me through the night.  Midnight snack kibble is leftover supper kibble.  This means I'm still only getting one full bowl of kibble a day.  AND, this is also how I know I'm on a "weight management program" (DIE-et):  Mom gives me all the fresh water I can drink, but I can only have ONE BOWL of kibble.  That's just not right!! &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;(Can someone please sneak me Tempations.  Thanks!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-1067877695655483660?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=1067877695655483660&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/1067877695655483660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/1067877695655483660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/09/leftover-kibble.html' title='Leftover Kibble'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-1104112925160242568</id><published>2009-09-28T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T14:13:55.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stinky Powder</title><content type='html'>Mom sprinkled a box of stinky powder all over our living room floor.  I didn't like that at all!!  I started scraping all around it.  Not only that, it got all over my paws and bothered my nose.  I finally gave mom my best "good grief" look, and jumped up on something.  She said it was to help clean the carpet, but that didn't make sense to me.  When she cleans herself, and or me, there is always water and suds involved.  There was neither water nor suds involved with this.  So, how could this be cleaning the carpet??  Anyway, I'm NOT a happy camper about any of this.  What's worse is that to get it up she has to use the noisy, sucking machine, that lights up.  I hate that thing!!  I will be glad when all this is done!!                          Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-1104112925160242568?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=1104112925160242568&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/1104112925160242568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/1104112925160242568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/09/stinky-powder.html' title='Stinky Powder'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-1648666814847437818</id><published>2009-09-27T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T00:00:00.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Going to Tweet Like a Bird</title><content type='html'>Mom is thinking I should be on something called Twitter.  That way every cat can know what I'm doing when I'm doing it.  I have reservations about this.  First of all, I'm not sure I want everyone knowing my every move all the time, or even what I'm thinking.  To me that is an invasion of my privacy, and therefore undignified and ungentlemanly.  Second, mom sad when you post on your twitter thing, it's called a tweet.  What the....?????  I am NOT going to be TWEETing.  I am a CAT, not a bird.  Something about a cat tweeting seems very unnatural and just wrong.  That seems unnatural to the point it would alter the universe or something.  I just can't do it!!  I really want to know what you think about this tweeting stuff, especially from a cat.&lt;br /&gt;Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-1648666814847437818?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=1648666814847437818&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/1648666814847437818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/1648666814847437818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-going-to-tweet-like-bird.html' title='Not Going to Tweet Like a Bird'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-5552051738596188196</id><published>2009-09-26T00:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T00:00:01.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Close Call</title><content type='html'>Mom was going to let me out on my leash, for some fresh air and a walk, before it started raining again.  She had the door open a crack and was talking to me about going out.  Our nice neighbor, Kris (a guy) heard mom on his way out to work.  He knocked on our door, and mom carefully opened the door, taking care to make sure I didn't bolt.  Kris was nice enough, after hearing us, to tell mom it wasn't a good idea because their was a woofie outside at the time.  After he left, mom went outside to look to see which neighbor woofie was out (since some are better than others).  It was the visiting pit bull woofie next door.  Now, mom was sooooo thankful that he had warned mom.  Pit woofie is not a bad one, because he's loved and trained well and properly, but mom's not so sure about how he would be around me.  After all, not all woofies, of ANY kind, like us cats.  Mom was afraid I might have gotten the bad end and it was a close call.  I'm tough, reaaaal tough, but pit WAS bigger than me, and had more muscles, so I was secretly glad mom kept me in even though I didn't let her know it...heehee.                        Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-5552051738596188196?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=5552051738596188196&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/5552051738596188196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/5552051738596188196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/09/close-call.html' title='Close Call'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-7036586442088227638</id><published>2009-09-25T00:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T00:00:02.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyfriend's Surgery</title><content type='html'>Boyfriend's surgery is sometime today. Tests he has had this year showed he has a weak heart so his doctor is putting a de fib rue later in his heart. That way if something happens to his heart it will be straightened out right away. Everyone is happy about this. Hopefully this will also make him much better as well! Mom and I are asking everyone to take a moment today to purr, pray, send positive mojo, or whatever. We will be waiting to hear how it went so we won't be online much today. Thanks in advance for purrrrrrrrrayers and positive thoughts!! Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-7036586442088227638?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=7036586442088227638&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/7036586442088227638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/7036586442088227638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/09/boyfriends.html' title='Boyfriend&apos;s Surgery'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-2502806253418563364</id><published>2009-09-24T00:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T00:00:04.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I was watching that commercial again where the cat hires the bloodhound to help him/her find its litterbox.  That commercial became even more disturbing when I realized something.  The bloodhound woofie couldn't find the litterbox either.  That means BOTH of them had problems with smell (and the cat with memory).  For a bloodhound that is extremely disturbing, since they are known for their keen sense of smell.  Some people think that commerical is funny.  I find it deeply disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I've been thinking about is how there are so little green papers for everyone right now (mom's even wondering how we're going to pay for my v-e-t bill in November).  Shelters that house lost/homeless furries may really need green papers, food, litter, toys, etc. right now.  SO, I suggest that this upcoming holiday season we band together and help them as best we can.  Talk among your groups: panthers, tabbys, coats of many colors, gingers, tuxies, and mancats.  See what ideas each group has and see what we can do as a whole.   It's a thought!!     Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-2502806253418563364?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=2502806253418563364&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/2502806253418563364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/2502806253418563364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/09/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-3680112487613282540</id><published>2009-09-23T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T00:00:05.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Balance Tests</title><content type='html'>Mom has her balance tests to see if her ear crystals are out of whack.  I hope it helps and doesn't make it worse.  I don't know if I can handle having a dizzy mom...lol!!  If ear crystals are not causing mom's dizziness, mom thinks she may never know what is causing it  However, mom does know it's not a tumor, cancer, blood clot, or anything potentially deadly.  We are both very happy and thankful for that!  Mom said she can deal with the dizziness knowing it's none of those.  I hate it when mom is gone for long periods of time (although an hour can seem really long sometimes).  I miss her and wonder how she is, if she's okay, where she is, what she's doing, and when she's going to get home.  Please think of mom while she has her tests and gets the results.  (And if doesn't find out anything new, she's gonna get way frustrated...and that's not always pretty!!)                                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Boyfriend has heart surgery Friday so we are asking special prayers for him.  We will blog about that again on Friday, and any cat wanting to leave purrrrrrrrrrs, prayers, well wishes, etc., for him can leave them on Friday and we will make sure he gets them.           Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-3680112487613282540?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=3680112487613282540&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/3680112487613282540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/3680112487613282540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/09/balance-tests.html' title='Balance Tests'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-3054580384878988265</id><published>2009-09-22T00:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T00:00:00.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Them NOT Eat Cake</title><content type='html'>A very, very long time ago a human female said, "Let them eat cake."  Okay, so it was meant in a not nice way...but I think we should be allowed to eat cake.  I told mom she didn't listen to that lady because mom ate a piece of limb un cake, and she did NOT let me have any.  None, nil, nada, nothing, zero, zilch, zip.  Not even a crumb!  All I wanted was a taste to see whether or not I liked it.  I didn't want the whole thing.  You know, I was just thinking...mom has a very squishy tummy, which is not supposed to be healthy for humans.  And, she's started limiting my night kibble and is about to put me on a d-i-e-t.  So, maybe I should just tell mom if I am not allowed to eat cake, then neither is she!  Brahahahahahahaha!!!!!                         Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-3054580384878988265?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=3054580384878988265&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/3054580384878988265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/3054580384878988265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/09/let-them-not-eat-cake.html' title='Let Them NOT Eat Cake'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-2441091654032375393</id><published>2009-09-21T00:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T00:00:02.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape Artist</title><content type='html'>I told you I would tell you I would share something special, and exciting, with you today.  And, the title should give it away.  The last few times I've been outside on my leash, I've figured out how to get out of my harness and attempt an escape to explore.  Unfortunately, getting out of my leash is about as far as I've gotten.  The first time I actually got a few feet away before I was caught, and immediately taken inside and fussed at.  This time mom realized what I was attempting before I got completely out, and immediately took me in...but didn't say a word.  For those interested, here is how I do it:  Start rolling and twisting in a playful way so your human doesn't suspect anything.  This will help loosen the harness a little.  Then, slip in a paw while continuing to be "playful."  Once you slip the paw inside the harness, PULL on it!  This will get it open enough so you can slip out of it...and then quickly bolt!  You now have become an escape artist like me!  heehee!!    Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-2441091654032375393?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=2441091654032375393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/2441091654032375393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/2441091654032375393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/09/escape-artist.html' title='Escape Artist'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-3482409110854778027</id><published>2009-09-20T00:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T00:00:02.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking in Mud</title><content type='html'>I walked in mud.  It was squishy, wet, and got my paws all dirty.  It's not enough I spend a lot of time bathing as is. That meant I had to take time for an extra washing.  I have a set schedule with better things to do then...like napping.   I won't tell you what I thought it was like stepping my foot in, but you can imagine.  (It's basically the same color.)  EEEEEWWWW!!!!  It made me think about human females who put mud all over their face and say it's a good thing, and that it's good for their skin and makes them prettier.  First of all, have they SEEN themselves with that stuff on????  Not so pretty!  Downright scary!  Second, I find it disgusting and gross that they would voluntarily put that stuff on.  (They even say it feels GOOD.  =shudder=)  So once again I'm confused by human behavior.  And, if mom's point was for me to realize I didn't want to be out on those kind of days, she made her point.  I think I'll stick to those days being good napping days.                     Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-3482409110854778027?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=3482409110854778027&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/3482409110854778027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/3482409110854778027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/09/walking-in-mud.html' title='Walking in Mud'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-5854752781049351670</id><published>2009-09-19T00:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T00:00:01.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Adventure</title><content type='html'>I had a new adventure today. This may not sound like a big deal, especially to some, but mom let me go for a walk on my leash just after a hard rain. Usually I only get to go out on nice weather days. It was interesting. Yeaaaaah....let me go walking in water and mud where I get dirty and wet. True, I got to sniff bushes, grass, and the fresh air was nice. I enjoyed that...but not so much the other. There was not even sun spots to lay in. I even had to jump a pud dull. So yeah, I found it more interesting than enjoyable...but there was a cool part about it. I will tell you more about it in 2 days. Tomorrow I will tell you what walking in mud felt like. Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-5854752781049351670?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=5854752781049351670&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/5854752781049351670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/5854752781049351670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-adventure.html' title='New Adventure'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-7227565125237573180</id><published>2009-09-18T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T00:00:04.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Litter Issues</title><content type='html'>Mom bought me some new pine litter, which seriously confused me. It was pine sawdust which clumped. What confused me is that my regular pine litter is cylinder pellets which, when wet, breaks down to sawdust. So, when I had a full box of sawdust litter I thought that I had dirty litter...and let's just say the results weren't good and I got into serious trouble, even though mom didn't blame me. SOOOOO, mom took out some of the saw dust to where there was a little layer of the other on top. That was good enough for me for a temporary solution. Since then she has gone to PetSmart and bought a big bag of my regular litter. I always get my way...heehee!! Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-7227565125237573180?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=7227565125237573180&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/7227565125237573180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/7227565125237573180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/09/litter-issues.html' title='Litter Issues'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-8803296446021689873</id><published>2009-09-17T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T00:00:04.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiny Woofie</title><content type='html'>The whiny, yappy dog I recently told you about seems to be a bigger dog now.  Now he's no longer yapping and whining...he's BARKING...a LOT.  I think he's grown some so now he's barking.  Plus, barking is louder and more insistent.  Mom grew up with dogs as well as cats so she says she can deal better with barking than with an upset sounding yippy, whiny dog.  Mom also said that it could be that his situation may be better so he's changed his vocals, and just wants to be heard.  I wish I could see him so I would know for sure.  I think all animals, no matter the species, should be treated humanely and with loving care.   Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-8803296446021689873?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=8803296446021689873&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/8803296446021689873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/8803296446021689873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/09/whiny-woofie.html' title='Whiny Woofie'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-760708298260349345</id><published>2009-09-16T00:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T00:00:00.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>They Say I'm Spoiled</title><content type='html'>People say I'm a spoiled cat.  If getting filtered water every day is being spoiled then I am.  If getting pine litter that is both healthier for me, and for the envioronment means I'm spoiled, then yes I'm spoiled.  If sometimes getting dental treats and organic, canned food is being spoiled then I am.  If getting tummy rubs on demand (when possible) is being spoiled then I admit I'm spoiled.  If being spoiled is getting away with most everything, and doing what I want, because mom can't watch me 24/7, then yes I am.  Some say that I'm spoiled but I say that mom just wants the best for me because she loves me very much.                      Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-760708298260349345?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=760708298260349345&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/760708298260349345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/760708298260349345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/09/they-say-im-spoiled.html' title='They Say I&apos;m Spoiled'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-2830982437433422707</id><published>2009-09-15T00:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T00:00:00.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Languages</title><content type='html'>Mom has decided to learn 2 new languages...HTML and German...but they have nothing to do with each other.  What's worse is that she is attempting to teach herself and not have someone else teach her.  The first is a computer thing as you know, and the second take too much time to explain.  Anyway, as for the German thing, all I need is for mom to start talking in something less than I already understand.  Let's face it.  Humans are confusing enough and I don't need her making even less sense.  At least now I can halfway figure out what she means, but then....geeez!&lt;br /&gt;The other thing I don't like about all this is that, once again, mom will be paying less attention to me than I like.  I'm beginning to think boyfriend maybe not such a good influence on mom, even if this makes her smarter, and she is sickingly happier.  I guess I should be happy she's not learning how to speak dog.    Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-2830982437433422707?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=2830982437433422707&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/2830982437433422707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/2830982437433422707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-languages.html' title='New Languages'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-2852615110904550694</id><published>2009-09-14T00:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T00:00:04.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Glad</title><content type='html'>I'm glad boyfriend is back in school.  That means he's not home, he's in the learning place, which means mom can't talk to him on the phone thing.  If she can't talk to him then that means she has to pay more attention to ME.  Paying much more attention to me is a very good thing!!  After all, we know that I, not he, is the center of mom's universe (outside of God, of course)...and therefore everything should revolve around ME...MY needs, MY wants, MY whims.  Her job is to make MY life more enjoyable and easier.  Never mind the fact that a cat's life mostly revolves around napping, eating, pooping, and playing.  If I use my box, she needs to clean it.  If I want to play feather wand, she needs to be available.  And I always can use more tummy rubs and brushing!!  heeheehee!!  So, boyfriend being back in school is a good thing, at least for me.  Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-2852615110904550694?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=2852615110904550694&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/2852615110904550694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/2852615110904550694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-glad.html' title='I&apos;m Glad'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-7627762358235798550</id><published>2009-09-13T00:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T00:00:02.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyfriend's Surgery</title><content type='html'>We have found out that boyfriend's heart surgery is going to be on September 23.  We don't know what approximate time it's going to be scheduled, or even when boyfriend has to get to the human hospital.  Boyfriend is going to be having a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;defibrillator&lt;/span&gt; put in.  Mom says it will keep his heart from stopping at some point, if necessary.  I think it's so everyone will know whether or not he lying or telling the truth!   Boyfriend's surgery is only supposed to last 1 1/2 hours and then he will spend the night in the human hospital.  We ask for prayers for boyfriend, his surgery and for his continued schooling.   Thanks!!                      Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-7627762358235798550?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=7627762358235798550&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/7627762358235798550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/7627762358235798550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/09/boyfriends-surgery.html' title='Boyfriend&apos;s Surgery'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-5977684783408451630</id><published>2009-09-12T00:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T00:00:02.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A DIET????</title><content type='html'>Mom has decided that I have reached a point of weight gain, that I need to go on a diet.  Whaaat the???  Just like a female, she has decided because she wants to lose weight that I need to lose as well.  (Am I right guys??!!!)  Soooooo, she has cut back on my food...at least until I run out of the present food, then she is switching me to diet food.  :::siiigh:::  She was leaving me kibble munchies for me at night in case I had a snack attack.  No more.  She took away my overnight kibble.  I feel this is a major injustice, and she should give me back my overnight kibble.  She has no concrete proof of this...only an estimated, subjective guess by picking me up and looking at me with aging eyes.   I'm considering put a poll on my blog so I can show mom that (hopefully) all my friend agree with ME, and put pressure on her to give me back my overnight kibble.  Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-5977684783408451630?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=5977684783408451630&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/5977684783408451630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/5977684783408451630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/09/diet.html' title='A DIET????'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-2755624892250038047</id><published>2009-09-11T00:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T00:00:01.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nosy Question</title><content type='html'>Mom brought home a BOX of pine litter, instead of a plastic bag of litter.  (I wondered if it had anything to do with my penchant for plastic, but mom said that was the only pine litter left.)   On the box it said, "What is in your litterbox."  I kid you not...it actually said that!  Excuuuuuuuuuse me???  I find that question very personal, and therefore offensive.  It is only my business, and moms...and mom's only because she cleans my box for me.  Besides, I have to wonder about someone (furry or not) that would actually want to know what was in my box.  That's just a little bizarre to me!  I would like to hear what YOU think about all this.  Personally I'm having thoughts now of talking to mom about getting me a covered litter box!   Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-2755624892250038047?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=2755624892250038047&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/2755624892250038047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/2755624892250038047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/09/nosy-question.html' title='Nosy Question'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-5151989868410602736</id><published>2009-09-10T00:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T00:00:02.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dizzy Saga vs Boyfriend Medicals</title><content type='html'>Mom has another upcoming appointment in a two weeks about her being a dizzy blonde. This appointment will test her balance to see if crystals are out of whack in her head. Frankly, I could tell the human v-e-t her head is out of whack anyway...heeheehee! But, mom is much more worried about boyfriend. He has found out that he has a weak heart and his heart v-e-t wants to put a dee fib rule ate her in him. They now think his weak heart may have been the trigger for his seez sure. Mom isn't too thrilled with him going through this after having gone through the other, but knows it will help him. We don't have a date yet as to if and when this will happen, but we will let you know so you can purrray for him. On a happy note, mom and boyfriend have now been officially dating for 4 months now. So far things seem to be going well. Mom finally figured out when she and boyfriend first became official. It was May 8. (For some reason dates are a big thing to females. Go figure...and if you find out why let me know!!)  Also, boyfriend finally was released to drive his riding machine again.  Both mom and boyfriend are VERY happy about that!!   Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-5151989868410602736?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=5151989868410602736&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/5151989868410602736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/5151989868410602736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/09/dizzy-saga-vs-boyfriend-medicals.html' title='Dizzy Saga vs Boyfriend Medicals'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-3084354405176047752</id><published>2009-09-09T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T00:00:03.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yappy Dog</title><content type='html'>There's a lot of dogs around where I live, and there's one particular dog that whimpers and whines EVERY NIGHT.  I can't say I blame the poor thing.  The dog's humans leave it on a balcony by itself ALL NIGHT.  I'm sure the poor woofie is lonely and desperately wants to be with its humans (pack).  Plus, it can get scary.  Another thing, and this REAAAAALY makes me want to scratch out human eyes, is that it can be out there when it's raining and or storming.  That is soooo not right!  Mom is such a good human that it disturbs her, but she can't report them, and something be done, unless its conditions are extreme hot or cold...so mom waits it out.&lt;br /&gt;She also said it could be that it is the only bad thing they do and are otherwise good purrrarents.  However, she is paying close attention.  Anyway, this whining and whimpering every night really gets on my nerves.  If I find out where the woofie lives, I'm going to have everyone teleport there and have a house trashing party, and poop will go in all the shoes!!  Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-3084354405176047752?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=3084354405176047752&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/3084354405176047752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/3084354405176047752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/09/yappy-dog.html' title='Yappy Dog'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-8470076264252402939</id><published>2009-09-08T00:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T00:00:01.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>City Noise</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I really hate living in the city.  It can be annoying.  Like, okay, I'm trying to take a nap in the sun spot next to the big glass door.  But then riding machines with screechers and wailers go by, the big red riding machines that also scream might go by, THEN a big metal, noisy bird might fly over...all of which makes the napping riding machines outside start beeping and wailing.  So much for my nap!  Oh, and with all that kind of stuff going on, plus lots of strange (to me) people around, I do not get to just roam outside.  This also means I'm ever alert and on guard duty too.  The up side is there is never a dull moment, there's always something going on to check out, and I can always make a new friend...but I still rather live outside the city.  Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-8470076264252402939?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=8470076264252402939&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/8470076264252402939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/8470076264252402939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/09/city-noise.html' title='City Noise'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-1051611384494552128</id><published>2009-09-07T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T00:00:01.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Thinking Humans</title><content type='html'>I don't know about you, but I sometimes wonder, and worry, about my human.  Like the other day she was heating up food in the microwave, and the instructions specifically said item will be hot, remove with both paws/hands.  Did she pay attention?.  NOOOOO.  She tried pulling it out with only one hand and managed to stick a finger into the hot and burn her finger.  Way to go human!  And, this is the person who is responsible for my care??  :::sigh:::  Anyway, being the loving, caring, sensitive, compassionate mancat I am I licked and licked and licked the wound to try making it better.  Then I told her to stick it in cold water because she said it still hurt.  Even a great cat can only do so much for a human, ya know!  Sometimes I wonder what our humans would do without us.  After all, they prove over and over agan that we truly are smarter than they are and they need us to care for them.  So, tell me, what is something YOUR human has done where he/she evidently did not think first???     Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-1051611384494552128?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=1051611384494552128&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/1051611384494552128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/1051611384494552128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-thinking-humans.html' title='Not Thinking Humans'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-8158870737992536282</id><published>2009-09-06T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T00:00:00.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woofie Representative</title><content type='html'>I have to say right now that I feel at least somewhat represented.  Our president here in the U.S. has a woofie.  Not only is his woofie a tuxie, but his name is Bo.  For some reason I liked this woofie immediately...heehee.  Even though he spells his name wrong, in my opinion, and we don't always agree on everything, he seems to be an okay dog.  He learned how to shake paws to hands with humans, which I personally feel is very important for him to know in his position.  After all, he will meet many important people and it's important to know the proper way to shake paws with their hands.  Bo seems also to be very personable and friendly which I like, and makes him even better for his job.  The only thing I don't like is his breed has something to do with water, and the only water I care to be around is what is in my bowl.  I just hope while he's living in the big white house on the hill, he remembers to represent ALL animals and further our rights and welfare, make stricter laws for those who would harm us, and to do us all proud.  Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-8158870737992536282?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=8158870737992536282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/8158870737992536282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/8158870737992536282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/09/woofie-representative.html' title='Woofie Representative'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-5784166239421814649</id><published>2009-09-05T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T00:00:02.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Indoor Rain</title><content type='html'>Mom heard bad dripping sounds in our kitchen, and rushed in to investigate.  What she found was very bad news.  The kitchen ceiling was raining water.  And, there was water all over the kitchen counter and on the floor.  I wanted to go in and help, but she wouldn't let me.  That was just as well because I didn't want to get my paws wet, and I was kind of freaked by the whole thing myself.  Mom got even more upset when she couldn't get hold of anyone responsible for the place above us...and the rain kept pouring in.  Our wonderful neighbors next door, who sort of look after us and help us a lot, came to our rescue.  Two of them helped mom get the water soaked up and another one helped mom move the (non-plugged in) electrical stuff.  They even called their maintenance person to see if he could help, but he couldn't...but he was very nice to mom.  What I hated the most was having soooo many people coming in and out of our place, even though I knew most of them.  It started bothering me and fraying my nerves so I got hissy.&lt;br /&gt;No one seemed to mind though.  After all that mom and I were both very tired.  I don't know what mom did.  I took a nap.   That was enough stress and excitement for the whole week!!  Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-5784166239421814649?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=5784166239421814649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/5784166239421814649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/5784166239421814649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/09/indoor-rain.html' title='Indoor Rain'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-6885200114836545447</id><published>2009-09-04T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T00:00:00.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Meals</title><content type='html'>Mom met a friend for dinner.  Mom had Pete's za.  She did NOT bring me back ANYTHING.  I think this is soooo wrong.  Mom goes out, has fun, and eats other food.  I, on the other hand, am stuck inside, alone, and eat the same thing over and over and over again.  I wish I could go out with friends, have fun, and eat other food.  The least she could do is bring me something home.  It's just not fair.  I would like to know if anyone else has this same problem and, if so, how do you handle it.  I would like to find a polydactyl that can type and send a complaint letter to someone complaining for me.  Shouldn't this somehow be animal neglect???  I don't want it to be such an offense that mom and I are separated.  I love mom and she does take the best care of me...I just need her to shape up in SOME areas.  What do you think???                Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-6885200114836545447?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=6885200114836545447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/6885200114836545447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/6885200114836545447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/09/boring-meals.html' title='Boring Meals'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-4061884971049433871</id><published>2009-09-03T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T00:00:01.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Naps Naps and MORE Naps</title><content type='html'>When mom was gone a lot, I had to do lots more home patrols and keep watch over every thing.  That meant my nap time was greatly decreased and greatly suffered.  Now that mom is home for a long while, I can FINALLY catch up on my naps.  It feels sooooooo good!  My favorite napping place is my ham-mick.  I spend a lot of time on it.  Mom says sometimes it seems  live on it, only getting up to eat, drink, and use my box.  What can I say...it's comfy!  Mom put some of my blankies and gizzies on it to make it extra comfy, so it's partly her fault...heehee.  It's also right next to my climbing tower so I don't really have to get up much to stretch.  I just lean over the side and scratch!  AND,  I keep a stash of toys under my bed so all I have to do is once again just lean over and swat one out from under my bed, then pick it up with my paw and play with it.  It's a cat's life, and I love it!!          Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-4061884971049433871?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=4061884971049433871&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/4061884971049433871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/4061884971049433871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/09/naps-naps-and-more-naps.html' title='Naps Naps and MORE Naps'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-1413238715491737115</id><published>2009-09-02T00:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:00:00.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mysterious Scattered Litter</title><content type='html'>Mom can't understand hoyw I manage to scatter paw fulls of pine litter all over our home.  It amazes her how she can find pieces at the opposite end of our place, from my litterbox.  Mom said it's not like sand litter that can easily get between my paw toes and fingers and get everywhere.  The truth is it's not that hard.  I have two methods.  (My cat friends, please take note...heehee!)  First, when done using the box and covering starts, I make sure that I position myself so that I kick in the direction of the door from the magic rain room (where my box is) to the van a tee room.   Then, I kicked as hard as I can creating the most force catapulting litter into the next room.  I knock as much from my box as possible!  The next step is swatting the pieces all over the place, without mom noticing, to the rest of our home.   The other method is not as easy but is less noticeable.  When stepping out of the box be sure to scoop up some litter with one's paw and then gradually drop pieces of it, one at a time, as you go wandering through your home.  This is how I manage to get litter everywhere!  Hope this has been helpful and informative!   Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-1413238715491737115?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=1413238715491737115&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/1413238715491737115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/1413238715491737115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/09/mysterious-scattered-litter.html' title='Mysterious Scattered Litter'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-7716044349295577808</id><published>2009-09-01T00:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T00:00:04.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Seems Like Forever!</title><content type='html'>It seems like forever since mom has helped me post, but when I looked at when my last post was it wasn't as long as I thought. Maybe I won't shred mom...just bite her a few times! As all of you know, I lost my good friend Oreo, and my beloved Ghost, AND mom got a boyfriend all about the same time...then boyfriend had a grand mal seizure at our place. Then after things started settling down with that some, mom started going through medical stuff because she's a dizzy blonde. The latest with all that is hopefully a) boyfriend will get to start driving again soon, AND he starts back to school Aug 31. (Pray for him please.) B) Mom is doing okay but still gets dizzy. The latest theory is that her ear crystals have moved out of place. Hopefully we will know more on that on September 23. As for me, I'm doing okay. I've been kind of lonely without Ghost and Oreo, and with mom being gone soooooo much....but I'm doing better. And, with boyfriend back in school mom won't get to see him as much which means more time for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm VERY happy about that! Mom, being the good mom she is, made me two more private places for me (which is a challenge in our place). She put a box with soft towels in it in the corner of the bathroom, and placed my sleeping bag on top of the chest of drawers in our closet. That way if it gets too noisy and or uncomfortable while she was gone, I have a quiet place to hide. Mom thinks of everything! I always knew, too, when mom was leaving because extra water and food were put out, extra litter was put in my box, and she packed her travel bag. That last part always made me the saddest. I always wanted to climb in and go with her. She keeps saying that hopefully someday I will, be so far I haven't been allowed. I'm just glad I've had all of you to keep me company. You are such good friends and I value your friendship!! It's good to be back!! Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-7716044349295577808?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=7716044349295577808&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/7716044349295577808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/7716044349295577808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-seems-like-forever.html' title='It Seems Like Forever!'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-9182348387154352491</id><published>2009-06-23T22:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:47:15.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tested</title><content type='html'>Mom got tested a lot on Monday.  She got xrayed, had  blood stolen, was tilted on a table to where she was up on her hind legs, and had her heart monitored.  She was supposed to have had her brain imaged by an MRI, but she said that she was put in a tiny tube so small she panicked multiple times and had anxiety attacks, so that didn't happen.  Her human specialist v-e-t is going to try to get her into something called an open MRI thingy at a different location.  We don't know yet when that will be.  As for the test she has already had, the only thing we know is her blood is fine.  My opinion is if she has really good blood they should give it back to her.  After all, it's mom's blood and they stole it from her.  Friday mom has an ultrasound.  We will let you know when we know more.  Oh, and for those who've been asking, boyfriend seems to be doing okay.  Mom went to see him this past weekend, and hopes to see him again within the next two weeks.  They are working on getting his place cat friendly so I can go with her.  Mom does not want to take me until she feels that it is a safe and okay place for me to be.  However,  I chewed and horked up plastic while she was gone this past time and that has unnerved her.  Mom wants to know why no one at the house trashing party kept me from it.  Also, she wants to know who was responsible for all the toilet paper everywhere,  especially the tons of shredded paper in the magic water bowl.  I know nothing.  I saw nothing.  I heard nothing.  Heeheehee!!    Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-9182348387154352491?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=9182348387154352491&amp;isPopup=true' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/9182348387154352491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/9182348387154352491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/06/tested.html' title='Tested'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14853483.post-450765645846531677</id><published>2009-06-18T00:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T00:00:12.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>House Trashing Party!</title><content type='html'>Heeeey!!  WOOHOO!!  Welcome to my house trashing party!  Now that mom has boyfriend, she is gone way too much, and when she IS home she is either texting and or talking to boyfriend.  Plus, all this medical she is about to have will also cause me to get less attention.  SOOOO, to show my dislike for this, I am having a house trashing party.  Paintings on the wall are off limits as great grandma did them and they are special.  However, mom's bed could be shredded, as well as the tissue on the roll things.  We can also empty cupboards, remove cushions,  clear tables shred blinds, soap windows hurl a few hairballs, knock over flowers, turn over chairs, knock stuff off shelves (just watch out for the Squillions hiding), etc.  Let's show mom and boyfriend our grief!  Leeeeeeet's doooooo iiiiiit!!!!!   GOOOOOOOOO!!!  = cats and kittens and a few woofies scatter everywhere=    Love, Beau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14853483-450765645846531677?l=beausbloggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14853483&amp;postID=450765645846531677&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/450765645846531677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14853483/posts/default/450765645846531677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beausbloggie.blogspot.com/2009/06/house-trashing-party.html' title='House Trashing Party!'/><author><name>Beau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xXLdOGOHeSQ/Sr52H6bhgwI/AAAAAAAABAw/Ail3ytMYiLI/S220/blue+%26+white+check+bow+tie+Beau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry></feed>
