Welcome to the COZY COTTAGE. This is the furever home of the memory of Miss Peach, our 18 year old Devon Rex angel kitty. I am Miss Hunny Bunny, she asked me to pour you a cuppa catmint tea as you read our old fashion mewsings about this and that. Please come by often...one lump or two? Now our precious Hunny Bunny is also an angel cat...please let me be your hostess at the cozy cottage...my name is Miss Hope.

Remember...only in our tomorrows will we realize what we had in our yesterdays.

Wednesday, March 31, 2010


Please join us for a little coming home party....

Hello everykitty! My name is Harley and I am 3 1/2 months old. I live with Misses Peach's Lapdaddy's kidbeans family now. I wanted to introduce myself to all of you and thank Misses Peach for being such an advocate for the Devon Rex breed. I am here because she is such a sweet and loving kitty and her purrrrrrsonality charmed the little beans so much and finally won over the bigger beans. When they asked for help finding a little Devon just before Christmas that was the most wonderful gift you didn't even need to put a ribbon on. I think I will love it here in my new home...they even arranged to have furniture to match my fur colors....
Coming to my forever home is the best trip I have ever been on in my short life....how many more adventures await me with each passing day...I wonder....?

Sunday, March 28, 2010


Though spring is here...it is still March and the wind is blowing outsideMy dearest friends....thank you so much for sending your comforting wishes to my sweet Lapdaddy. Here he is with his brother on the left and his son Bryan. It is hard to lose a big brother but we will see Uncle David in heaven one day. I have been spending much time sitting with my Lapdaddy comforting him with my soft rubble purrrrs. Some daffodills are blooming with bright faces in the garden...they are Lapdaddy's favorite flower. Since it is Cat Art Sunday, here is an ATC that always makes us smile
We will cut him a bouquet for his table to make him smile. This week will be a bit quiet at the cozy cottage. We will remember precious moments of days gone by and treasure those still to come...today is Palm Sunday, do you remember? Easter comes in one week...so early this year...so much to do still.
We will be back on Wednesday with a bit of very good mews...
please keep your paws crossed for us.

Friday, March 26, 2010


In the laundry room...in the dryer...on the shelf... In the window and on the shadow box table....
I also sat with mommy and Lapdaddy all through their Ginger Rogers movie last night....that made them so happy. I got to sleep in some fresh kitty litter so I had the last meow after all....when you are 17 years old...you ALWAYS get the last meow...it is sort of like a senior Catizen discount!

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

SENTIMENTALITY...mommies friend from Kansas sent this purrrrfect quote

Karla, a recent cryptoquote in the paper was:
"A cat refuses to be the object of sentimentality--if she doesn't want to be cuddled, that's it." -- Samantha Armstrong.
Sounds like your Miss Peach.
Kitties are all napping and the birds are feasting outsidy my window. There's a ladder-back woodpecker there now.
Love Janet in snowy eastern Kansas.

Mommy loves KANSAS!!! Some sweet friends live there...like Miss Janet...and Miss Jill...and Miss Karla Nathan. She used to live there and remembers the wonderful seasons spent in the Land of Ahhhhhz with it's tall praire grasses and friendly folks. I hope you liked the video...I love my mommy too but she is not as warm to snuggle with like my Lapdaddy.

Monday, March 22, 2010


So life in the litter girls room box is not so bad...even if I have my sad face on. Mommy just told me I have to have a bath...that crabilates me just a little bit! I have soft sandy litter that smells like lavender and is always clean. Mommy scoops it three times a day. Just look at all the comforts I have around me...my Pooh Bear blanket that ML sent me for sound proofing...my scratchy welcome mat infront of my door...my AVON Hey diddle diddle the cat and the fiddle munchie crunchie bowl is always full...my German Meisen dish is always filled with fresh water and my English Staffordshire China CAT bowl has warm stinky goodness served to me twice a day. HOME SWEET HOME...what more can I want. Well I would like to give a tea party to welcome spring, but mommy said no parties until I snap out of it...I don't know what she is talking about...do you? Lapdaddy reads the comics and thought this caption was funny.
No kitty should ever have this done to them!
Wishing all of my precious friends a wonderful SPRING week...don't forget to scroll down and collect the award I am passing on to all of you...thank you for coloring my life with your furrrrendship...

Sunday, March 21, 2010


Calle, Halle, Sukki at Jacqueline's Cat House tagged us for this fun game. Please play along too! Go to your first picture folder and post the 10th picture in that folder for us to see. Well my first folder is titled AWARDS and this is the 10th picture...how purrrrrfect did that work out!!? I made this award two years ago and passed it out to all who color my world with their happy friendship...THAT MEANS YOU!! Yes, YOU! Please take it home with you and celebrate the colors of spring popping up soon. Know that I love you all and cherish your many visits...and for putting up with my eccentric moods, like living in my litter box. A full report will be posted tomorrow about the comforts of life in there...have a sweet Sunday...hey I just was wonderin something...is digging in your litter box considered work on the sabbath?

Friday, March 19, 2010


Mommy is a horrible gardener sinse she fell in love with paper, ink and rubber stamps! She wishes gardening were easier...as easy as clicking on the picture cousin Blue made for my birthday this year...she knows we love purple best. So go ahead and click on my picture and plant your own flower garden. Drag your mouse all over the screen and scatter joy (as Miss Anita says) to welcome in the spring time! This is Miss Jill's newest painting titled Easter Sunday. Oh we love her deliCAT complection and bright blue eyes. Henry cat is bringing her a daffodil...this painting is for auction on eBay right now. Click on the picture to see it. Have a wonderful welcome spring weekend!!!

Wednesday, March 17, 2010


Isn't this wee lass just too precious with her green eyes and little frock. She will be featured for auction next week to help with a fundraiser for our dear Hansel who had an operation. Please visit the Auction Blog and see all the treasures Gracie has collected to ofer up this week. Gracie does such an amazing job of gathering help for others! Oh how happy I am to see myself on the front of Jill's newest Saint Patricks Day painting...Snoozing In The Shamrocks! We love her art work and now have three of her special paintings...I love this one because it reminds me of how lucky I was to be rescued by my mommy so many years ago...plus I like to sit in pots too!

With flash...crisp and clear. Without flash...soft and romantic...

What a sweet way to usher in Spring and recycle that old bumbershoot! We love this idea!!

Hunny Bunny is already posing for some of her Hollywood photo portfolios...such a prissy dreamer!

Mommy made the ATC last year...she still loves it and it is perfect for the day.

Today is Saint Patricks Day...only a few more days until Spring officially arrives. Yesterday it was bright and sunny and almost 70* out! Mommy told me that because I spent the day in my litter box. I am sure you are getting tired of hearing that this is such a strange habit of mine...but when you are 17 years old you can pretty much do whatever you like and get away with it. Oh it has it's drawbacks...I get a weekly bath and a daily face wash...but I still get to sleep where I want! So serve up my corned beef on the Ivory Belleck platter and stuff some shamrocks in the kelly green vase...today we celebrate Saint Patricks Day!! Tonight mommy and Lapdaddy will be watching Maureen O'Hara and John Wayne in their favorite movie, "The Quiet Man"

Monday, March 15, 2010


Well...here is the horrible video of me being in prison and begging for bail! I know it is a bit dark at first but hang in there with me and see if it gets better...

So mommy is the mean prison matron, who kept me in the jail basket in front of the warm stove blowing thingy, (which felt kinda nice, but don't tell the beans) after she dunked me into the bath tub, to wash off all of the kitty litter dust I have in my furs...thank you for being my hero once again dear Lapdaddy and posting my bail...I LOVE YOU!!

Sunday, March 14, 2010


Today is my precious granddaughter bean Ellie's birthday. Mommy made her a pair of pink kitty ear rings to keep in her pretty kitty box...there is chocolate in the little drawers too:) Ahhh a desert sunset is the most glorious...even more so when a little beauty is waiting for us

After dinner at IHOP...we were off to ...can you guess??
She was one happy little girl!
sweet and silly...
but so full of fun and style!!
always ready for a prank...
This week we went shopping for her new Devon Rex kitty that is coming to their house the end of this month. She decided to name him Harley...how cool is that name! So we went to PETSMART on a beautiful evening and got a litter box and a nice soft bed. Mommy also gave her beans lots of education about healthy cat foods....the ones with NO by products and coloring and other icky filler and bad stuff for kitty tummies. I shared some of my toys and an old scratching contraption that I never have used...and one of my best catnip pillows I got from Nelly in Germany...hey if you can't give your best toys to a new friend...what kind of relative will you make anyway!
Well, I am still sleeping in my litter box but I smell like lavendar...oh and I had my weekly bath this evening. Tune in tomorrow for a horrible video that has a happy ending! Have a wonderful Sunday...

Friday, March 12, 2010


List 10 things that make you happy and try to do one today.
10 things that Make me happy.

1}Sleeping in my litter box

2}Sleeping in my litter box on Sunday

3}Sleeping in my litter box on Monday

4}Sleeping in my litter box on Tuesday

5}Sleeping in my litter box on Wednesday

6}Sleeping in my litter box on Thursday

7}Sleeping in my litter box on Friday

8}Sleeping in my litter box on Saturday

9}Sleeping in my litter box after mommy fills it up with Lavendar scented Fresh Step!

10}Sleeping in my litter box on vacations at the ocean...
Please take the Happy 101 badge and tell us what makes you happy today!

Wednesday, March 10, 2010


Some things can be said for me....I am pushy, sneaky, stubborn and never take NO for a final word...

Monday, March 8, 2010


" Where does the water come from? Where does it go? How come it never fills up? How come it doesn't spill over?"
"Hey silly kitty, why are you drinking from the faucet when you have such a nice water spilling machine to drink from?"

All in all, I enjoyed my visit from Cole and his little brother Lincoln...but boy does he ask a lot of questions!

Sunday, March 7, 2010


A Cat Art Sunday celebration of ginger furs.  This cute mini me came from a doll house shop in Leavenworth.  Mommy bought it because it looked like me.  She wanted to send it to Luna's mommy in Germany so" I "could sit on a little wooden chair in her Bavarian doll house.  Now she has a little bit of me in the homeland...I think that is so comforting to know in a way because mommy misses her Germany so much at times.
Meanwhile back at the home front...life is good in the litter box if you can get used to having a bath every few days!
Have a wonderful Sunday all you kitties, remember how much I love you and thank you for being my furrrrrends.

Friday, March 5, 2010


RING RING RING}}}}}}The long awaitied phone call has finally come! Miss Hunny Bunny will be getting the following story to review for her purrrrrusal as the starring role of Lottie...do you think she would be a great leading lady? Should she take this part? FROM THE STUDIO OF MGM, HOLLYWOOD CALIFORNIA{copywrite: all rights reserved}Sometimes the stars are just aligned right for RESCUES! Not often, but... sometimes.
This is the ture story about one of those times.

Lottie is a 14 year old odd eyed white Devon girl. She was turned in to a kill shelter in Dallas. Her time clock was ticking and she was scheduled to be put down 2 days from the time I heard about her. One of the girls at the shelter called a friend of hers who breeds sphynx (Nina Adkins) who in turn called me, who in turn called the shelter. I was scheduled to drive to Kansas that week, the breeder in Dallas, Nina, was planning a trip to Houston that week and I had someone looking for a rescue in east Texas (Bert & Nita). I called them, told them her age and that I didn't even know what color she was or anything about her personality or health at that time. They said, pull her, we will foster her if she doesn't fit here. I called Nina. She went to the shelter, they released Lottie to the DRRL. Nina drove Scared little Lottie to Houston. She spent the night with me and we packed up the next morning to make the trek across the midwest. I drove to the Foster in East Texas. Lottie came out of the carrier purring and head butting Nita / Bert and the new Family. We ate a lovely meal, I spent the night with them and then continued my trip to Kansas. The next day, Bert and Nita took sweet Lottie to the vet. I had noticed in that short time that Lottie was drinking and urinating an awful lot. I had made a list of things to address with their vet and they took that list with them. The vet visit was done, I called Bert and Nita while still on my road trip. Lottie only weighs 5 lbs 4 oz., she only has 2 teeth left, she has an elevated white count, her eyes are weepy, she has Chronic Kidney Failure and she also has deforming Squamos Cell Carcinoma on both ears which twists and knarls the pinna of the ears. She is a sight for sore eyes but she has soul, fight and a loving sweetness that wins you over. When we got her from the shelter, her nails were so long that they curled into her pads and all of the fur on the backs of her hocks was missing which appeared to be from extended time in a cage or other small space, in the same position.
Lottie doesn't have an extended amount of time with us before she makes the trek across the Rainbow Bridge. We tried to contact the family that had turned her in to the shelter, in hopes of finding out a bit more about her past, as well as her breeding pedigree, but unfortunately they gave a bogus name, address and the phone number was disconnected. Nita and Bert then stated that they knew that there was a reason that she had come to them. They volunteered that she stay there and not be moved again until her death. Lottie now sleeps with a family that truly cares about her. She curls up on Nita's pillow, is the only cat in the house, is allowed to be... rest, heal and grow older.
Lottie, your lot in life is to end it as a beloved member of a family that loves you! I can't believe the depth of love that has been shown to this aged girl. I take my hat off to this Foster family who had no idea what they were getting into but who graciously stepped up to the plate after seeing this elderly girl who had yearned for years for a lap instead of a cage to call her own.
My thanks to North Texas Humane Society for releasing her without charge to the DRRL. My thanks to Nina Adkins for retrieving her from the shelter and then driving her to Houston to me and my deepest thanks to Nita and Bert for agreeing to foster this very ill girl and to love her and to give her free run of their house and their hearts for now. Thank you from the bottom of my heart!
When Lottie passes, Nita and Bert could sure use a kitten!!!

Wednesday, March 3, 2010


I spent the morning in Lapdaddy's lap (of course) while he read his book. Mommy was reading too and wanted to share her delightful story with you.

Sweet fluffy and fuzzy friends...
Introducting Tasha Tudor and Chickahominy
Winslow's Tea Stories
Afternoon tea with Tasha always included
sharing stories from our daily lives with each other. Winslow continues that tradition here.

March 2010
This Tea Story is dedicated to Chickahominy, who passed away late last year.
Some chickens are real individuals. The most notable chicken Tasha ever knew was Chickahominy. His mother was a bearded Belgium bantam that started her clutch of eggs early in spring, and failed to hatch any save one, at which point she abandoned the effort. Rescued by Tasha from the cold, and thawed atop the double boiler on the woodstove, Chickahominy soon demonstrated his penchant for woodstoves, tea, gardening, scrambled eggs, traveling and people, especially Tasha.
Chickahominy often accompanied Tasha on her frequent excursions in the spring to plant nurseries, though he did squawk at tractor trailer trucks, especially those not pulling a trailer. They reminded Tasha of a 'rooster that had lost its tail feathers during the molt.' When Tasha was out gardening, Chickahominy invariably accompanied her. He liked to scratch around for worms and take dust baths, but at the sight of a hawk would rush under Tasha’s skirts. In fact at the sight of a butterfly he would utter the danger call chickens make, but did stand his ground on such occasions and even scratch extra hard at the dirt to show he was not really concerned.
At tea time, Chickahominy balanced on the edge of the porch and kept an eye on things. Occasionally he might request a cracker, but was always content with just one, and after eating would perch on Tasha’s knee, fluff his feathers and settle down with the ineffable contentment only chickens can possess. He would even utter a few quiet notes, shut his eyes and take a nap.
When Chickahominy was very little, Tasha would put a small towel under him and tuck him into her dress, just above the waistline where it is tied. On one such occasion Tasha went grocery shopping, and at the checkout counter the clerk paused, looked around and said: “Do I hear a chicken?” Without a moments hesitation Tasha explained her hearing aid occasionally made such sounds, though it might be mentioned she never did wear one.
During the winter Chickahominy lived indoors, for his traumatic hatching and subsequent abandonment by his natural mother predisposed him to sensitivity to cold. He lived in the loom room in an airy coop, and flourished on a diet of green peas, the occasional scrambled egg, cracked corn and Breton Original crackers. There was some friction between Chickahominy, the corgi Megan, and Lazarina, a rock dove Tasha rescued in circumstances similar to Chickahominy’s. The difficulty with Megan began shortly after she was picked up from Boston following her transatlantic flight from England. Chickahominy greeted Megan by pecking her on the bottom, and she never forgave him. Lazarina, a good flyer, had a fondness for Breton crackers as well, and would sometimes alight beside Chickahominy when he was enjoying one. This was not to his approval, and he would flap his wings at her and suggest she move on. On such occasions Tasha would say it is not a peaceable kingdom.
Chickahominy was afflicted with a proclivity towards one thing in particular: Shoes, especially when on someone’s feet. Like an 18th century gentleman, he can’t resist a well turned ankle, Tasha would remark from the kitchen when a visitor was greeted by a flapping of wings and a beak to the foot. After Tasha passed away in June 2008, Chickahominy went to live with Amy and Winslow, where he spent considerable time in the summer cruising around the gardens with the bantam hen Annadama, and later her brood of fluffy chicks. He did miss Tasha, however, and occasionally headed through the woods to her house around four in the afternoon. Perhaps he hoped to find her on the front porch having tea. Chickahominy passed away last November. He was fourteen years old. Before you put your tea cup in the sink and leave, please click here to see the most delightful group of rescue knitters for a worthy cause you have ever seen.