Fall is coming!

Hi! It's me, Dobby!

It is already chilly at our house, especially at night. The windows are still open, though, during the day so Merlin can talk to the birdies. I think the birdies would be lonesome if Merlin didn't talk to them every day. I like to sit in the window, too, but I don't talk. I just smell the smells and feel the breeze and look at the birdies.

It's so chilly that at night, when I get up on Mom and Dad's bed to cuddle and sleep? MERLIN IS ALREADY THERE. He NEVER used to be on the bed. But now he gets up there and snuggles up and gets some of my cuddle time. But I guess that's okay, because then I can cuddle with him, too, sometimes. And then I can chew on his whiskers. Hee! I love to do that.

We got Mom to order us some of those Nip Raviolis because Merlin's girlfriend Daphne and her family really really liked them. They sound really GREAT and Mom said that we could have them because they don't have bells or jingles (right?) or feathers for us to rip off and leave all over the place. We are furry excited and can't wait for them to get here!!!

I am ONE!

Hi! It's me, Dobby! Guess what? Can you guess? It's my birthday!

I AM ONE.

I have been enjoying my birthday by chasing Merlin around and chewing some more on his whiskers. Now I am settling down for my nap on Mom & Dad's bed. There are some things that Mom has hidden away that I think are for me, but I haven't gotten them yet. When I do I will update and let you know what I get!!!!

As you could probably figure out, it is also my sister Madness' birthday. It seems like such a long time since she and I lived in that field before my First Mom rescued me. We are very lucky kitties.

We Remember

They say memories are golden
well maybe that is true.
I never wanted memories,
I only wanted you.

A million times I needed you,
a million times I cried.
If love alone could have saved you
you never would have died.

In life I loved you dearly,
In death I love you still.
In my heart you hold a place
no one could ever fill.

If tears could build a stairway
and heartache make a lane,
I’d walk the path to heaven
and bring you back again.

Our family chain is broken,
and nothing seems the same.
But as God calls us one by one,
the chain will link again.

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