Greetings.

Hello. My name is Pilchard.

My "sister", Mija, and I live a comfy existence with Deb in a suburb of Chicago.

We've lived here for four years now. We're both rescues. We were rescued by a wonderful woman named Valerie. She found Mija in the bushes outside her apartment building when she was but a week old. She bottle fed her, taking her to work (It helped that she worked at a vet at the time.) to make sure Mija was fed and cared for.

Me? Well, Valerie is known for cruising local pet stores and asking people if they know where that cute puppy or kitten came from. Chances are very, very good the puppy came from a puppy mill and Valerie wants everyone shopping in those stores to know that. Good pets, including purebreds, can be found in shelters.

During one of her visits, she found me and a sibling stuffed into a rabbit crate. The pet store wanted $30 for each of us. Given how miserable we looked, she was very worried we wouldn't find homes, but $60 was a lot of money for her. She went home, worked on her budget and found $60. When she went back, my sibling had been purchased. She bought me and brought me to my new home.

How did we wind up with Deb? Deb has always lived around cats. Her vet is the clinic where Valerie worked at the time. Deb had, at one time, five cats living with her. When the last of these went over the Rainbow Bridge, Deb wasn't sure she wanted another cat. Valerie was going to be moving to a new place where she couldn't bring us and she was sort of frantic about where we'd go. Deb lasted two weeks without a cat in the house. She called Valerie and said, "Yes, I want them to come live with me." That was four years ago this month.

It's a great place to live. We have boxes.

We have sunshine.

 We have windows.

Sometimes, we even get to go out on the deck, although we have to stay there or mom gets upset.

Neither Mija nor I want to roam, although there are smells I sometimes have to go check out and then mom gets upset and we don't get to go outside again for a week. She says it's too dangerous for us to wander around. That's okay. We know we're safer inside than out. Mom's a big proponent of fresh air so she'll let us come out when she's outside.

The best part is having a forever home. I'll be back next week with another tale and a couple of photos. Mom takes a lot of photos, so many that sometimes, we just don't want to pose.

See you next week.

Pilchard.

Thursday - Hello from Five Oaks

     We tried ta post here all week, but tings jus don wanna gives us time.  One times we even losted da piktures, but now we here, just to make sures we still gots da keys to da place.

     Da Small One (my Pretty One) and da Large One (my Lapdaddy) been busy taking care of us 6 Mouskateers, tryin to keep da heat away from us, seeins dat we don gets sicks.  Dey been havin troubles demselves, but sofars all is okydokey!

Dis my Happy place

But I gots my Mads look on 

'cause of dat clicky-flashy box

in da Bean's paws

     I Takes a naps when I cans, and I been seein to it dat da beans does da same.  Well, all us inside kitties has been workin hard at dat chores.  When dey not takin a cat naps I does my nappin in da Large One's lap.

Is nice here.

I has to work hard to gets my times here

but it worth it.

Large One allays fuss when I demands lappytimes

But him allays smiles while he fussin

and puttin a blankey in hims lap for me.

     I gots other happy places ta takes my nappies, and lots of dem is in da winders ..... Large One puts nestes for us in all da winders in da house 'ceptin da ones with da rumbly box what makes cold winds in da Manorhouse.  

Sometimes I takes nappy on da rompin rail what run

acrost da computyr room up in da Ceiling Kitty part of da Manorhouse.

But it not safe for long sleepy tymes nap

Sos I mostleys plays wif da Large One pony tail

when him walk under where I is.

     I tinks I says enough for nows.  Large one and da other Kitties gots tings dey wants to do an placeses dey wants to do on da interwebs, so I says Bye Byes now and go takes my nap sommeres where da beans don't can gets to wif dat click-flashy box ting.

     Y'all comes sees us at da Blog and at da Web Site.