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What’s It All About Alfie?

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I wanna share a long time friendship, virtual, but real to me. I ask all of you to tell me in comments if you believe your virtual friends are as real to you as my UK pal Alfie is to me. And yes, Alfie hit the road for The Bridge back at the end of January 2016, but I have proof pawsitive that he is hangin’ around for a bit longer.

Wanna know why I know this for a fact? Read on—

Alf and I met in June, 2012 when he and his huMom Miss Stella reached out to me and my huMom L for some help gettin’ started in Blogville. He had a sidekick, his twin sister Mollie aka Mollops to friends.

I promised Miss Stella that I would not make this celebration of Alfie’s “here on our earth” time maudlin nor sad. Alf, like Miss Stella, always loved a good joke and a ton of humor! He taught me to hang loose and be cool. And so I asked him once—”What’s it all about Alfie?” What do you think my UK pal answered me?

It's all about love and friendship

It’s all about love and friendship

What’s it all about Alfie
Is it just for the moment we live,
I believe in love, Alfie
Without true love we just exist, Alfie
Until you find the love you’ve missed
You’re nothing, Alfie…
Excerpt from “What’s It All About Alfie”
Written by  Burt Bacharach and Hal David

Straight up, Alfie found that love with Miss Stella and eventually with his woofies best pal ever, Mollie. I asked Alfie to share his rescue story with me back in 2012.

Alfie here, tooo look at mee’s you would fink I had alway’s been spoilt and led the life of luxury, well’s dat’s not the case. I use to live with a family, they wern’t very nice to me cos they picked me up, took me in the car and dumped me. Yes, just dumped me. I didn’t nose where I was. I was scared and sooo fightened. I loves to be wiff people but there was no peoples about.

I don’t nose how many day’s I spent, walkin on my own, trying to find somewhere to live, someone to give’s me some dinner. I hadn’t eaten in yonks! I eventually came across an old gal, she took me in and did give mee some food. I fought my luck had changed. She put me outside her back door and told’s me to go on my way. On mee way where’s?? I didn’t have anywhere to gooo.

The weaffer was getting real bad, rain and cold. I found a bush to cuddle up in. The rain was still heavy and I had to keep lookin for a home, someone I could luv’s and someone to luv’s me. I was now a bag of bones!! Soo weak, I smelt, I was dirty, wet, yoo’ s name it. I found my way to a little close, wiff a few houses. I jump’s wiff the little strength I had left, onto a window sill. I stared into the house. It was cosy and looked so warm. I was soaked through and shakin. Then I saw a Human comin to the window, meee heart started fluttering and a managed a small meeeow ( help ). The Human took me in, wrapped me in a blanket, gave me a drink and some corned beef. ( that’s all she had as they didn’t have pets ) She asked around if anyone new where I had come from. Someone mentioned the old gal but she didn’t want me. Human took me off to the cat doctor, I was injected, prodded , de flead and microchipped. Did this mean I had found a new home ???? Yes… and that’s how Human became HUMOM ! Now I’m fat, lazy, warm and cosy and spoilt. This isn’t a story, it’s true.

Don’t ya think Alfie found his true love in his true home?? Come on, tell me in comments so Miss Stella knows for sure that Alfie dashed to The Bridge with joy and love in his heart. Well, except for one thing.

Ahem—ummm—ya see this is where the whole question of are “virtual pals” versus “real pals” comes in. Here’s the deal. Miss Stella made this ahmazzing supercalifragilisticexpialidocious bed and blankie for Alfie. And he dashed off to The Bridge before he could even give it a test drive.

Fast forward, Mom L asked Miss Stella if we could buy Alfie’s legacy bed and his legacy blankie. Now here is the real story. It arrived, and normally I don’t give two of my favorite treats for “new” anything. But that bed and blankie, well they called to me.

That blankie has MY name on it??!!

That blankie has MY name on it??!!

And then there was the bed. You see, Alfie has only ONE WING!! He must have two to make his complete journey over The Bridge. Why would he ask for only ONE WING?

Can this be real??

Can this be real??

Unexpectedly, I could hear Alfie encouraging me to give that bed a try—

alfie calls to Savvy

I did in fact try that bed faster than any other new cat bed brought in to my forever castle—and Alfie was right there with me.

savvy chanels alf 2

And not only did I try that bed, I have never left that bed!! It is the softest, more delicious beddy ever.

At peace with Alfie

In fact, TKS waits until I leave my Alfie bed and she dashes in to take a brief turn.

Finally!! My Turn!1

Finally!! My Turn!!

It took me a couple of days before I could try out the blankie Mom L placed on my our short cat tower, but eventually I hopped right up and made myself at home.

I hope you are now wondering why, oh why, would Alfie ask for ONLY ONE WING?? Well, Alfie has a few things to settle on with his fur sib, Mollie aka Mollops, the blonde bombshell border collie who appeared out of nowhere to share his life. Alfie took her arrival in stride, except he does have just a few things square away before he accepts his second wing.

alfie and mollie forever

And Mollie just built up Alfie’s need to keep a paw present—

 

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But in the end, they are bonded for life. Mollie misses Alfie, and he waits for her at The Bridge.

Real love

Real love

Now I ask once again, can we have true friendship virtually? All I know is that I kept having to wipe Mom L’s leaky eyes as she typed and then she gently wiped my leaky eyes as I celebrate my REAL friendship with my pal Alfie. And I know for sure he is still waiting in the “wings” , pun intended, to reap his havoc with Mollie. I hope you will all join the fun when Alfie One Wing takes after Mollie. The stuff cartoons are made of!!

Enjoy a few photos to remember my pal, my love, Alfie.

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PAW PATS, SAVANNAH

EB Feline Condition—Nature or Nurture?

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I am going to raise a concerning condition, found in some cats, but not all. For myself, I believe I have had it for a very long time. It comes and goes, but nonetheless, it appears to endure. For myself, I believe it is a “Nature” condition—meaning inherited from either side of my family. My readers must ask themselves, should they find the courage to speak about EB, whether or not is it “Nature” versus “Nurture” for themselves.

There is a clear sign, for me, when this condition is coming on. Some believe that I am in pain, and begging the human to leave me alone.

You really wanna do this?

You really wanna do this?

And even with my bonded human, Mom L, I appear to have the same look before my EB kicks in—*hides face in paws*

I just do not now how to control this condition

I just do not know how to control this condition

And then EB kicks in, and I cannot control it—please, please tell me in comments if any of you cats, or even woofies for that matter, seem to have this same/similar EB Condition. It is embarrassing to speak about, but we must come out into the open and share how we manage this condition.

Feline Veterinary medicine has yet to determine if this is based on our “Nature” or on how we are “Nurtured”.  What say you all my pal???

Here I am, after the first suggestion above that my EB Condition is going to kick in—

oh yeah...engaging EB

oh yeah…engaging EB

And most recently with Mom L, I once again caved into this EB Condition—

Even as a senior cat I continue to have this affliction

Even as a senior cat I continue to have this affliction

I first mentioned this most concerning feline condition last year. I would so treasure learning from any and all my feline readers if you suffer from this ailment which no cat will ever speak of. Now I confess—Elevator Butt is the unspeakable condition. I do believe that cats are the most prone for this ailment, but perhaps my woofie pals will chime in with additional information.

EMBARRASSED PAW PATS, SAVANNAH 

Does Feline Family Resemble Human Family?

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Now my lead question is a very serious one. I hope to hear from all my pals in comments if ANY of this following scenario every happens in your feline homes with two or more cats. Come on guys, fess up! Be honest in your comments. And tell me if your humans ever find bits of fur after such encounters.

*sigh* so very, very close

*sigh* so very, very close

The unexpected happens…

I can smell HRH Savvy—my fur family

I can smell HRH Savvy—my fur family

And then the inevitable—

Her tail keeps moving—I can't help myself

Her tail keeps moving—I can’t help myself

Who would have ever thought there would be the *hissssssssssssssss* of irritation and the look of violation??!!

SHE TOUCHED MY TAIL!! Mooooommm!! I'm telling!!

SHE TOUCHED MY TAIL!! Mooooommm!! I’m telling!!

And after TKS gets the time out—(meaning Dad P scoops her up and takes her away to the top of our bedroom tower)

I have a lotta work to do with TKS

I have a lotta work to do with TKS

I must ask, please tell me—does this ever happen in your home?

PAW PATS, SAVANNAH

 

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