Supporting Our Soldiers Overseas

I sent this letter out to some of our soldiers overseas. You can, too:

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And, you animal lovers can help them out this way, too!

Helping Soldiers' Pets


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Hello,

I'm Perry Tenitiss, a cat who lives in Mouskin, Texas. I know what you're doing over there in that big catbox is very important, because without you there protecting us, good old Americans and their cats (and dogs, too, I guess) would not be safe at home. I understand from my mom and dad that it is a very nasty place to be, and fight, even though some of the people are nice. I wish you could come back home soon so that you could pet your kitties and see your families and play with your babies.

Let me tell you about us here in Mouskin. I live with my mom, dad, two other kitties (Smokey and Pumpking the Psycho Cat) two dogs (Kyra the Nosy and Brigid the Idjit), The Emily and her little Kemper Kitty. KK just turned a year old yesterday (but I haven't gotten to lick any cake yet) and he's fast and loud. (And, I suppose cute by human standards) We call him Kemper Kitty because his name is Kemper and when he first came to the house with The Emily (mom and dad's female offspring) we didn't know WHAT he was. He made funny mew-mew sounds, so we thought he might be another cat, but he was all bald and big and everything, so unless he was one of those hairless kitties (sorry, I think they are not too pretty) then he must have been a new mutation.

Everybody sure liked him, though. The dogs (especially Brigid, she's such a synchophant) were always up in his business, panting and licking. I thought they were tasting him at first, but I guess they were just trying to kiss him. And mom and dad were all ga-ga over him. Smokey (she's pretty cool for an old gal) checked him out, decided he wasn't a threat to the food supply and then ignored him. And we had PEOPLE coming in the house! STRANGE people, people we didn't KNOW! People who SMELLED funny! Kyra, of course, kept trying to get out, so she and Brigid got to spend a lot of time locked in the back room.

When I finally went to check out the Kemper Kitty, I kinda snuck in real quiet-like, because he was asleep and all. I went into his cage (because it doesn't have a top on it. I guess he's not much of a jumper) and took a sniff.

MAN! Did that cat stink! WHOOOOOOEEE!~ I immediately tried to cover him up, but he woke up and started meowing loudly. The Emily, mom and dad all came in (and of course the stupid dogs came in and started barking) and they were all yelling at me to get out of the cage. As if it were MY fault he didn't get to the litter box!

Well, I ran out of there and hid up on top of the bookshelf for a while. I watched while they checked him out. Mom really wasn't worried, she knows me. She said, "Perry was just checking him out is all," and everyone calmed down. Dad yelled at the dogs (I think that is his favorite thing to do) and everyone went back to their business.

Smokey came up to the bookshelf later and we had a good laugh about how everyone went crazy and a serious discussion about how we were going to handle the stinky new kitten. We decided that when he smelled too bad, we'd wake up dad. He'd make enough noise to get everyone up and they'd put a new portable litter box on him. (the things they come up with these days!)

Anyways, as he got older, he started rolling around,so we thought he might be a bear cub or a possum or something. (Sometimes we really thought he was a skunk!) Later, he started to travel around on all fours, so maybe a dog, right? Well, no. Come to find out he walks around on two legs now (well runs, actually). He's a miniature human! Go figure. He's gotten so fast that I have to watch out he doesn't grab my tail. (fortunately, he babbles constantly and loudly, so it's like having a bell on the dog)Pumpkin-psycho-cat avoids him like the plague and Smokey actually lets him pet her. Mom is always telling him "Be NICE to the kitty!" "Don't PINCH the kitty." Honestly, I don't know why Smokey let's him near her. He dives onto her, pats her, squishes her, pulls on her, all kinds of torture, smiling and giggling the entire time. The humans take him off if he gets too rough. But Smokey won't LEAVE! She sits there and takes it, meowing loudly. Maybe she's trying to make brownie points for her next life. Who know. Maybe she's a masocat.

Anyways, he had his birthday party last night at Logan's Steak House in Amarillo, Texas. Mom was incredibly unimpressed, left early and called the manager (who's name was Cat). Mom meowed at her about the lack of service over the phone. Apparently, the Cat-Manager went over to Kemper Kitty's table and started yelling at the people who stayed! They were totally confused and mom didn't tell them about the call. I love my mom. She's so evil.

Oh, there's another person in the family. He is The Morgan. He lives in Hell (that's what mom calls it, but dad says it's Houston) with His Beth. He's going to vet school just to take care of humans. Such a waste. The Morgan and His Beth are getting married right after Christmas. Mom says that will be fun and if I'm a good kitty, she'll take me, too. I love weddings! The last one I went to I wrote all about. It was a weird one. I don't think this one will be, though. Most of the main participants are sane.

Well, I guess I'm running out of space here, so I'd better say goodby. I want to thank you for being where you are and doing what you're doing. We all here know that you miss your friends and families at home. With Thanksgiving just days away, I know you will be sad to be away. I'll be sure to write you about our Thanksgiving so you won't be so sad. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday, by the way! It's the day when the most birdies kick the bucket!!! Hehehehe!

Meow and thanks,
Perry