The Rosie Bee

Starring Grizzy and Sophie

Grizzy and the humidifer

Here is a tiny humidifier for my bedroom. He can be clear across the house and if he hears this thing “glurg, glurg” as the water shifts, he is in there like lightning. He is as serious about watching this thing as he is watching the birds. 🙂



In other news, my grandmother is now out of the hospital and happily situated in her nursing home of choice. I still can’t believe I typed “happily”–while I’m thrilled for her, it’s been one heck of a week. In and out of the hospital twice…we thought she’d be gone, and now she’s so happy and set to watch Mr. Selfridge on PBS tonight. I’m blown away at the strength and positive attitude my grandma has. What a lady.

…I wish I had some of her energy today. I feel like I have the blahs latey…not all the time, but more often than I’d like. I’m chalking it up to the long, cold winter. At least it was nice and sunny today, and Tuesday is April! Summer is just around the corner…maybe, lol!

Have a good week!


Thank you

Thank you all for your kind thoughts, words, and prayers. My Moosie has crossed the bridge, and I am heartbroken, but I’m taking comfort in the fact that he was with loved ones when he went. I am sure he is enjoying running around and laying on a nice warm patch of ground when he’s tired. (He always loved sleeping on heaters and people–human heaters. :)) Oh, Moosie, you will always be in my heart.

My little nuggets have been such a comfort to me during this time. Sunday night they slept with me all night. Usually they sleep with me, but around 2-4 am, I wake up a bit and shift in bed. They then get up, stretch, and wander into the living room. This past Sunday, though, they were just like little rocks on me. I moved and they held fast. It was really sweet. It was like they knew I could use them by my side (or my feet, as it where).

Now for something completely different, this photos just cracks me up. Grizzy *loves* hiding under the couch and the ottoman. So often, I’ll bust out one of his favorite toys, like Da Bird, and he’ll run under the couch. Not because he’s scared, but because he wants to prepare his ambush. A second later his head will pop out like that, like “You don’t see me!” and a few second after that he’ll ambush the toy. And then retreat back to his hiding spot. It makes me laugh so hard! Especially when all I see is this little face with no ears! That guy…

You can't see me...

You can’t see me…



The past few weeks have been rocky. That is, life is good, but even when things are going good, bad things can happen and make everything really bad.

My maternal grandmother broke her wrist. (She’ll be 98 in less than two weeks.) As much as she’s a scrapper and has always been, I think she’s just tired and ready to move on to her next destination. 😦

Then today it appears Moosie, one of my parents’ cats, had a stroke. I’d include a picture, but all my pictures of him are hardcopies. (Trust me, I’m kicking myself now.) Moosie is about 12-14…he came to our house…gosh, 11 years ago maybe, for a few nights in a row, caterwauling like nothing else. He sounds like a sheep, I kid you not. I think it was the morning of the third day my mom went outside. It was pouring out, and Moosie just sat under this big pine tree, looking as pitiful as can be. My mom scooped him up and took him to the humane society. We had two cats at this point, so she was adamant that “Two is enough.” But her first question as we handed him to the humane society staff? “Now, if he doesn’t have a microchip, and no one picks him up, can we take him?”

And that is how Moosie came to us. I remember the day we adopted him. He was in a cage in the hallway, as the shelter has a massive influx of cats. They had named him “Cowboy,” because he was spotted like a holstein cow. 🙂 I especially liked his beautiful long fur.

Moosie was always such a sweet cat…seriously, the sweetest thing. A couple times he got a lion cut during the summer, because no matter how hard we tried to keep up with the spring shed, he got some knots. Each time I went to pick him up, the ladies commented how “He is the nicest cat we’ve ever done! He didn’t fuss at all!” He was always such a sweet-natured kitty. Big, too; I called him the Gentle Giant.

…so it really hurts my heart to think my sweet Moussaka is not doing so well. He seems comfortable right now; in his little hut, as I call it, resting and getting gentle pets. My mom wanted to wait until my dad came home from work to make any decisions, and I have to respect that. He doesn’t seem to be in pain, so I can respect that.

Maybe this was just a fluke and I’m being premature. But I told him I loved him at least a dozen times this afternoon, and I gave him gentle hugs, and I stroked his lovely soft fur. But my heart is breaking, because I want him to be 100%. I want him to be OK. I want my grandma to be OK. And I don’t want my mom to have to deal with this. This was the last of her “original three,” so I know she is taking it especially hard, *especially* with everything going on with my grandma. Why does it all have to happen at once? :/

But I am thankful for these two guys below:



Last year my mom adopted Tom (orange tabby) and Pearl (black cat). My mom loves them both, but she and Pearl have formed an incredibly tight bond. I know firsthand how you can’t substitute one cat for another, and I know there will never be another Moosie, but I am so thankful for Tom and Pearl, that they can offer some comfort during this time.

…and, of course, I am so thankful for my furkids. You can bet they will be getting extra hugs and kisses tonight.


Sophie turns 1!

Happy birthday, Sophie!

Seven months ago I was blessed with my little Sophie*. Before I adopted her, I knew I wanted another cat, but I wasn’t sure I was quite ready. One hot August day my mom and I were going to the state fair; before we went, out of nowhere my mom said, “Let’s go look at the humane society.” I wasn’t thrilled, but my mom wouldn’t budge. I thought it would be pointless, but who knew!

My tiny girl

My tiny girl

We walked through the doors to the visiting area. To my left I saw a large cage outside the rooms with the cubbies. I saw two little black furballs, but my eyes were drawn to one that looked like she had touched a light socket. “Ooh, look at that fluffy black one!”

We went over and saw Miss Sophie and her cage mate. They were both adorable, but I was really drawn to Sophie. (I’ve always thought it’d be cool to have a long-haired cat; they are so elegant.) We watched the two play and immediately I knew Sophie was special. Why? Because as I laughingly told one person, “She was beating up her friend.”

Now, she wasn’t at all—I just meant that it was pretty obvious Sophie was the firecracker of the two—a real instigator. I had been with Grizzy for a while, so I knew he was very playful and would likely do well with another cat that liked to play.

We took her into a room and that was that. I knew she was the one for our family. 🙂 I couldn’t adopt her that day, as we were going to the fair, so I asked if I could start the adoption and pick her up the next day. They let me put a hold on her (ugh, I hate how that sounds), but said since it happened to be a kitten adoption event, if someone wanted to take her home that day, that person would trump us.

Fortunately for me, I was able to take her home the next day! I brought her into the house in her carrier. Grizzy made inquisitive, quiet “mrow?” sounds. Since he wasn’t acting salty in the slightest, I gently put the carrier down on the floor. I thought if he flips, I will scoop the carrier up and do a very, very slow introduction.
Grizzy just sniffed and “Mrow?”ed a little louder, like he wanted to play. Then he flopped over onto his back and “Mrow? Mrrrow?” to Sophie.

Suffice to say, it was by far the most painless introduction I’ve ever had. I had a few days of Grizzy trying to lick Sophie to death, but after that, it was just straight-up play time. I used to cheer Sophie as she got her bearings in the house and started to ambush Griz. 🙂 (“Go get him, Sophie!”)

Sophie and Grizzy

Sophie and Griz like to chill together

Sophie is my wild child. She is fearless. I see her jump up on a counter, a counter Griz was too scared to jump on. I’ve seen him wiggle and muster up the courage to jump up after his sister. She makes him brave.
In the mornings she hides under the covers with me and melts my heart. She is such a sweet girl, I thank God for her (and Griz) every day. They both make my heart feel so full. I am happy that Sophie was such a perfect match for our little family.

My sweet Sophie

My sweet Sophie

Happy birthday, sweet girl!

*I’ve always liked the name Sophie, but it is even more special to me after reading “Sophie’s World”—a book that is essentially a primer on philosophy, but done in a really neat way. It’s the story of a schoolgirl who takes a correspondence philosophy course that her dad got her as a present for her 15th birthday. I thought the name was fitting for my Sophie, because my Sophie (like the book Sophie), is incredibly curious—and a sweet girl. 🙂


Synchronized grooming



Quite possibly two of my favorite photos of the BBs. 🙂 There are actually three in the set, but my phone camera is not cooperating.

In other news, I feel like I’ve been negative lately. I hate it when I realize that…it’s very disappointing. I don’t think I’m generally a negative person, but I think some work drama and negative people have brought me down. (I know a few, ah, “cooler than thou” folk at work who dismiss me as “Oh, that single chick that has cats and lives in the ‘burbs.”Can you imagine if they knew I get the vast majority of my clothes from thrift stores? The horror! lol)

Sometimes it’s hard to feel like the odd man out…and sometimes it’s just hard not to let someone else’s constant negativity drain you.

So it’s really great to spend some time with someone who is very positive and fun and down to earth. And understands what it’s like to love your kittehs so very much! It really puts things in perspective and helps me shake off the negative ick. I’m very lucky to have a good life and great friends. (And, of course, amazing furkids!)

Here is to the truly important things in life. 🙂


Quick, she’s filling the humidifier!

It’s been a super dry winter here. Thankfully, I wised up and bought a humidifier! I love it–I only wish I would have bought one years ago.

Evidently I’m not the only one who loves it. Whenever I fill up the tank two black kitties come bounding across the room. Then they decide to plant themselves on it and watch as I fill it up. Exciting times, I tell ya. In the pictures below, they decided to stay after I put the grate back on. Goofballs. 🙂

PS: My camera died (RIP) and my iPhone is not transferring pictures to my computer. Happily, my mother got a new camera and promised me her old one! I should be making the switch this weekend. Hurrah for new pictures coming soon!





Grizzy feet!

When I first adopted Grizzy, I noticed his foot pads were whitish-gray, cracked, just not very healthy. So I was thrilled (and tickled) to see these shiny, good-lookin’ foot pads! And I love how he’s all kicked back in his special spot. In fact, he’s there right now. 🙂