16 September 2006
15 September 2006
we're tryin' to bring up those raggamuffin kits of ours to be perlite and socially acceptable, so we're sending along these sammiches when they teleport in for the festivities at skeeeeezix's tomorrow.
y'know, She has this picture as her screensaver, both at work and at home.
criminentalies! why not a picture of us?? or one of us, at least? or one each, alternating weeks? what a sappy-lookin' guy. She just sighs and giggles whenever She sees it, then goes around smiling for a while, like after She sees skeezix's birthday hat picture. we don't mind that at all; HE'S a great guy, and at least he's a real cat--what's the big whoop about senor pussycat?
burns my tail
13 September 2006
12 September 2006
one morning in the long ago, She was late leaving the house for work, so she hurried off in the green machine. as She got near the office, She saw a little black kitty with a white bib, wandering in the center of a busy intersection. She made the machine STOP! and She dashed out into the traffic to scoop up the kitty. it scrambled up Her front, perched on Her shoulder and purred like a swarm of bees into Her ear as She got back into the machine. then it climbed down onto her chest and clung there, purring, all the way to the office. it was a new office, but an old job. they were in the process of moving Kolar's computer-building business into a larger space, and there was much to do.
when She went in the front door, the boss was right there. "whatcha got?" he said. "a kitty; i found it in an intersection." "whattaya gonna do with it?" "i dunno. we're already maxed out at my house on cats; the old man will holler if i bring home another one. i thought maybe somebody here might take it. or--maybe it could be an office kitty?" *fluttering eyelashes madly*.
"hmmmmmm. yeah, maybe it could be an office kitty. we'll try it." what a nice bean he is!!! he lives out in the country, and his wife is hostess to a jillion-cat herd that lives outside, so he is quite used to kitties, although he prefers *shudder* big ol' hairy d*gs.
anyway, soon the other office lady, janet aka "nanet" came in, and inside of an hour, the kitty had a name (KC for "kolar cat"), a bed (in a drawer, with a towel to sleep on), a collar, food, water, bowls, a litter box and scoop, toys, and a scratching post. things appeared like magic! everybody (except one grump) had kitties and brought or bought stuff for her. our mom took her for Her shots and ladygardenectomy, and nanet took her home to visit with her two kitties on weekends, so she was never locked up alone for more than overnight. our mom and nanet referred to themselves as her "co-mommies".
so KC began her career as an office cat and official greeter. she was a natural--a friendly, interested, well-mannered (N*E*V*E*R used her claws) kitty, very purry, she would come up to people bringing in machines and strop their ankles or jump right up onto the counter to see what was what! nobody EVER got stinky about her being there, and most asked for her if they didn't see her right off.
after about two years had passed happily, an employee from a remote office came to town for a seminar and stayed in the upstairs loft of the building. while he was unloading his suitcases, he propped open the door and out she went unbeknownst to him. the next morning, our mom was heartbroken when they could not find her. she'd been known to hide in cabinets and other deep, dark places, but even crunching her favorite toy, a crackly tinfoil ball, failed to bring her running. they figured out what must have happened, and She sent her boss(!) out to drive up and down the streets to see if he could find her--either way. (i told you he was a good bean; and he also knew very well not to cross a woman whose cat was missing.)
She called the businesses on either side of Kolar to alert them, and with a heavy heart, called nanet at her new job and gave her the bad news. soon there were fliers posted nearby, with a picture of the kitty. all day dragged by, and mom cried all day long. sat at Her desk and leaked quietly, didn't care who saw, waited on customers at the counter and answered their questions about why. some of them even came 'round the counter to hug her and assure her KC'd come back.
all night, She cried some more, and then some more. next day, same thing. sadness. gloom. leaking.
on the third morning, as mom was opening the door at work, the phone was ringing. the lady at the business next door wanted to know if the kitty we were looking for had a white chest and red collar. scared that they had found her dead on the rough hillside behind the building, She trembled but answered, "yes". "well, she's locked in our bathroom and she's about to tear the door down. for goodness sake, come get her! one of our workers found her in the bed of his truck this morning!!!" mom's heart sprouted wings and flew her right over the big fence and onto the porch next door. the lady laughed with her as they saw not one, but TWO black paws scrabbling anxiously out from under the bathroom door.
we don't know how long she'd been in the bed of his truck, how she got there, or anything else. all that was important was that she was home. mom hugged her until she squeaked! and scolded her, and hugged her, and cried some more, but happy tears. then She called nanet and shared the big news, so there were TWO bawling, happy women in springfield that morning. mom and nanet agreed that something had to be done to prevent that happening again.
so at lunch time, nanet's sweetman, alan, came and picked little KC up and whisked her away to her once weekend, now furrever home. nobody--not mom, not boss, not anyone--EVER wanted to go through THAT again, and gladly gave up seeing her if it meant she would be safe. so mom had visitation rights and went to see her now and again. KC's still living there, happy and spoiled rotten, with her brofurs.
that was three years ago. folks who come in to the office still ask, "where's the kitty?"! i guess she made quite an impression. =^..^=
11 September 2006
On this solemn day of remembrance, I am honored to memorialize Mrs. Yvette Anderson of New York, NY, who worked at the NY State Department of Taxation and Finance as a Keyboard Specialist. Her office was in the World Trade Center's North Tower on the 87th floor. She was at work on 9/11/01, and like so many others, left this world for the next on that day. May she live forever, safe and radiantly happy, in the arms of her G*d.
Orphaned at the age of 15, she learned to be self reliant and hard working, values she left as her legacy to family and friends. Many folks would have become humorless and dour during a life of striving, but not Yvette. Her picture perfectly illustrates her joie d'vivre.
She demonstrated her work ethic by holding two jobs (weekends, waitressing at a soul food restaurant; weekdays, Keyboard Specialist at the Tower), AND working on a Bachelor’s Degree in Restaurant & Hotel Management. She dreamed of opening a restaurant of her own, specializing in good ol’ Southern comfort foods.
She was only 53 when terrorists murdered her, but had already accomplished much in her life. She raised children, tended to the elderly, and took joyous part in the vibrant life of the White Rock Baptist Church, in praise, song, dance—and food! She nourished many of the flock in body and soul.
We remember her in prayer, and are thankful for her life as a G*dly representative here on earth, for the positive role she played in the lives of many. Her life had meaning, and we can still profit by her lessons.
Thank you, Yvette, for being one of us. Your time here was far too short, but so very well spent. You and those you left behind are never far from our thoughts, and we continue to pray for healing and well-being for all who miss you.
10 September 2006
ahhhhhhh! and she recorded it for posterity:
here's the boys, too, sleepin' it off with big ol' nipnaps
please don't forget to vote in our poll on the right side of the page! my Mommy's going to post this for me, 'cause i'm gonna take my nipnapnow!