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Имам една мечта Имам една мечта (на английски: I Have a Dream) е 17-минутна реч на Мартин Лутър Кинг, произнесена на 28 август 1963 г., в която той призовава към световен мир и зачитане на правата на хората от всички раси, религии и държави. Речта, произнесена на стълбите на Линкълн Мемориал пред 200 хиляди граждани, става един от символите на борбата за права на чернокожите в Съединените американски щати. - ....Имам една мечта, че моите четири деца един ден ще живеят в нация, където няма да бъдат преценявани по цвета на кожата им, а според техния характер. Имам една мечта днес!.... [редактиране] "Имам една мечта" Д-р Мартин Лутър Кинг Младши Щастлив съм да се присъединя към вас днес в това, което ще остане в историята като най-великата демонстрация за свобода в нашата историята на нашата нация. Преди сто години, един велик американец, под чиято сянка ние символично стоим днес, подписа Прокламацията за освобождение (Ейбрахам Линкълн). Този важен указ се явява като ярък лъч на надежда за милионите негри роби, които бяха обгорени в пламъците на унищожителна несправедливост. Той дойде като радостта при разсъмване след дългата нощ на пленничеството им. Но сто години по-късно негрите все още не са свободни. Сто години по-късно животът на негрите е все още осакатен от веригите на расовото разделение и оковите на дискриминацията. Сто години по-късно негрите продължават да живеят на самотен остров на бедност насред огромен океан на материално благополучие. Сто години по-късно негрите все още мизерстват в ъглите на американското общество и се намират в изгнание в собствената си страна. За това ние сме дошли тук днес за да разкрием това позорно състояние. В известен смисъл ние се събрахме в столицата на нашата страна за да осребрим един чек. Когато архитектите на нашата република написаха блестящите думи на Конституцията и Декларацията, за независимост, те подписаха полица, на която всеки американец трябваше да бъде наследник. Тази полица беше обещание, че на всички хора - да, за чернокожите също така, както за белите - ще се гарантират неотменните права на живот, свобода и право на щастие. Очевидно е днес, че Америка не е изпълнила обещанието за изплащане на тази полица що се отнася до нейните чернокожи граждани. Вместо да почете този свещен дълг Америка даде на негрите един чек, който е белязан от печата "Без покритие ". Но ние отказваме да повярваме, че банката на справедливост е фалирала. Отказваме да повярваме, че няма достатъчно средства в големите хазни на възможностите в тази страна. И така ние сме дошли да осребрим този чек - чек който ще ни даде богатствата на свободата и сигурността на справедливостта. Също така ние сме дошли на това свещено място, за да напомним на Америка, силната неотложна нужда на настоящото положение. Не е време да си позволим лукса да чакаме, нито да приемаме успокоителни средства с постепенно действие. Сега е времето обещанията на демокрацията да станат реалност. Сега е времето да излезем от тъмнината и самотната долина на расовото разделение. Сега е времето да излезем от тъмнината и расовото разделение и да стъпим на светлия път на справедливостта за всички раси. Сега е времето да измъкнем нашата нация от плаващите пясъци на расовата несправедливост и да я поставим на твърдата канара на братството. Сега е времето да превърнем справедливостта в реалност за всички Божии чеда. Би било фатално за нацията да пренебрегваме спешността на настоящото положение. Това горещо лято на справедливо недоволство на негрите няма да отмине докато не дойде съживяващата есен на свобода и равенство 1963 не е края, а началото. Тези от вас, които се надяват, че негрите просто имат нуждата да изпуснат парата и ще бъдат доволни, се лъжат. Негрите ще преживеят едно бурно пробуждане, ако нацията продължава да прави това, което и пречи. Няма да има нито мир, нито спокойствие в Америка, докато не бъдат признати гражданските права на негрите. Вихрите на негодуванието ще продължават да разтърсват основите на нашата нация, докато светлия ден на справедливостта не изплува. Но има още нещо, което трябва да кажа на моите хора, които стоят на горещия праг, водещ към палата на справедливостта: В процеса на спечелване на нашето истинско място, ние не трябва да извършваме незаконни деяния. Нека не задоволяваме жаждата си за свобода като пием от чашата на огорчението и омразата. Ние трябва винаги да водим нашата борба с достойнство и дисциплина. Не трябва да позволяваме съзидателния ни протест да деградира във физическо насилие. Отново и отново ние трябва да се издигнем до величествените висоти на посрещането на физическото насилие със силата на душата. Удивителния борбен дух, който е погълнал негърската общност, не трябва да ни води към недоверие на всички бели. Понеже много от нашите бели братя - за това свидетелствам тяхното присъствие днес тук - са осъзнали, че тяхната съдба е свързана с нашата съдба. Те са осъзнали, че тяхната свобода е неразривно свързана с нашата съдба. Ние не можем да продължаваме да вървим сами. И докато вървим, ние трябва да си обещаем, че винаги ще маршируваме напред. Не можем да се върнем назад. Има хора които знаейки, че търсим своите граждански права, ни питат: "Кога ще бъдете доволни?". Не можем да бъдем доволни докато негри стават жертва на неописуеми ужаси на полицейска бруталност. Не можем да бъдем доволни докато нашите тела, натежали от умората на пътуване, не могат да получат подслон в мотелите по магистралите или в хотелите по градовете. Не можем да бъдем доволни, докато предвижването на негрите може да бъде само от по-малкото към по-голямото гето. Никога не можем да бъдем доволни, докато нашите деца са лишени от себеуважение и ограбено достойнството им, заради табели, на които е написано: "Само за бели". Не можем да бъдем доволни докато негрите в Мисисипи нямат право да гласуват, а негрите в Ню Йорк смятат, че няма за какво да се гласуват. Не, ние не сме доволни и няма да бъдем доволни дотогава, докато “правосъдието не потече като вода, а правдата като силен поток”(1). Аз съм на ясно, че някои от вас са дошли днес тук в следствие на големи изпитания и страдания. Някои от вас идват директно от тесните килии на затворите. А някои от вас идват от области, където вашето търсене на свобода ви е смачкало поради бурите на преследвания и ветровете на полицейската бруталност. Вие сте ветераните на съзидателното страдание. Продължавайте да работите с вярата, че има изкупление за незаслуженото страдание. Върнете се в Мисисипи, върнете се в Алабама, Южна Каролина, върнете се в Джорджия, върнете се в Луизиана, върнете се в бедняшките квартали и гета на северните ни градове, знаейки, че по-някакъв начин тази ситуация може и ще бъде променена. Нека не се въргаляме в долината на отчаянието. Казвам ви днес, приятели мои, въпреки трудностите днес и утре, аз все още имам една мечта. Това е една мечта, дълбоко вкоренена в американската мечта. Мечтая един ден тази нация да се издигне и да живее според истинското значение на своето верую: "Ние приемаме тази истина за даденост: всички хора са създадени равни". Мечтата ми е един ден на червените хълмове на Джорджия, синовете на бившите роби и синовете на бившите робовладелци да могат да седят заедно на масата на братството. Мечтата ми е един ден дори щата Мисисипи, щат нажежен от горещината на несправедливостта, нажежен от горещината на подтисничеството, да бъде превърнат в оазис на свобода и справедливост. Имам една мечта, че моите четири деца един ден ще живеят в нация, където няма да бъдат преценявани според цвета на кожата им, а според техния характер. Имам една мечта днес! Мечтата ми е един ден щата Алабама, с ужасния си расизъм, със своя губернатор, от чийто уста излизат думи като "вмешателство" и "анулиране" ...един ден именно там, в Алабама, малки чернокожи момчета и момичета да могат да се хванат за ръце с малки бели момчета и момичета като братя и сестри. Имам една мечта днес! Имам една мечта, че един ден “всяка долина ще се издигне и всяка планина и хълм ще се снишат, кривите места ще станат прави и неравните места - поле. И славата Господна ще се яви и целият човешки род ведно ще я види “(2). Това е нашата надежда. Това е вярата с която се връщам на Юг. С тази вяра ще сме свободни да изсечем от планината на отчаянието камък на надеждата. С тази вяра ще успеем да превърнем фалшивите акорди на нацията ни в красива симфония на братството. С тази вяра ще можем да работим заедно, да се молим заедно, да се борим заедно, да влизаме в затвора заедно, да отстояваме свободата заедно, знаейки, че един ден ще бъдем свободни. И това ще бъде денят в който всички Божии чеда ще могат да пеят, придавайки ново значение на песента: Моя страна, мила земя на свобода, за тебе пея аз, земя в която умряха бащите ми, земя на пилигримската гордост, от всеки планински склон нека свободата да звъни. И ако Америка ще бъде велика нация това трябва да стане реалност. И така нека да звъни свободата от изумителните върхове на Ню Хемпшир. Нека свободата звъни от могъщите планини на Ню Йорк. Нека свободата да звъни от възвишенията на Пенсилвания. Нека свободата да звъни от натежалите от сняг скали на Колорадо. Нека свободата да звъни от красиво оформените склонове на Калифорния. И не само това. Нека свободата да звъни от каменната планина на Джорджия. Нека свободата да звъни от планините Лукаут в Тенеси. Нека свободата да звъни от всеки хълм и възвишение на Мисисипи. От всеки планински хълм нека свободата да звъни. И когато това се случи, когато позволим на свободата да звъни, когато и позволим да звъни във всяко село и махала, всеки щат и всеки град, ние можем да ускорим идването на този ден, когато всички Божии чеда, чернокожи и бели, юдеи и езичници, протестанти и католици, ще могат да си подават ръце и да запеят думите на стария негърски спиричуъл: Най-сетне свободни! Най-сетне свободни! Слава на Всемогъщият Бог, най-сетне ние сме свободни! (1)Амос 5:24 (Библията) (2)Исая 40:4,5 (Библията) [редактиране] Външни препратки - Видео във vbox7
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Threatening Thursday One thing I noticed when mommy went to feed the birdies yesterday is that she put FOUR piles of corn on the ground by the woods. I don't know if any of you remember, but often we have deer passing by on their way to the park. Well, lately mommy has seen four deer, one a juvenile male with ANTLERS about 6 inches long!! Ack! So, since it has been so cold, mommy has taken to putting out four piles of corn for them to eat! Can you believe it?!? That means every night and every morning FOUR vishus deer are behid my house! Where I can see them and they can see me! Look what they did yesterday morning. That is an inch of ice on top of that snow they busted thru to get to the corn. Their hooves must be soooooo sharp. This morning they had busted thru the ice AND an additional 4 inches of snow that fell yesterday. Mommy says if she iddn't feed them they would starve and if they are starving they are more likely to attack and eat juicy kitties so she is really only protecting me. What do you think? I feel pretty threatened. Am I safe??? Well, lately mommy has seen four deer, one a juvenile male with ANTLERS about 6 inches long!! Ack! So, since it has been so cold, mommy has taken to putting out four piles of corn for them to eat! Can you believe it?!? That means every night and every morning FOUR vishus deer are behid my house! Where I can see them and they can see me! Look what they did yesterday morning. That is an inch of ice on top of that snow they busted thru to get to the corn. Their hooves must be soooooo sharp. This morning they had busted thru the ice AND an additional 4 inches of snow that fell yesterday. Mommy says if she iddn't feed them they would starve and if they are starving they are more likely to attack and eat juicy kitties so she is really only protecting me. What do you think? I feel pretty threatened. Am I safe??? Winter Wonderland and a Wordy Tip I'm seconding Goldie's theory that the best way to enjoy a winter wonderland is from the warm inside thru the window. We've had major winter weather in the past 24 hours. We had 4 inches of snow yesterday, 1 1/2 of ice on top of that overnight and it is snowing big huge fast flakes right now. Mommy went out early during a "pause" in the weather to break the ice off the bird feeders. This is what she saw. She just realized she didn't get a picture of the inside of the completely frozen platform feeder (the flat wooden one in the front). The seed inside was a solid sheet of ice. Luckily mommy had an extra one inside (she trades that out for the big suet cages during fall and winter) so she filled that and put it out. Even the rim of this heated birdbath had icecicles on it! Luckily the water didn't freeze in either one (mommy has 2). Now, for a very important "wordy" tip. When your mommy opens the dishwasher in the morning and finds the soap dispensers filled and still dirty dishes, pauses then says "D*mn it, I can't believe I forgot to start this again! I must be losing my mind." Do NOT cock your head to the side, look her in the eye and say "What do you mean 'losing'?" It means you won't get breakfast in bed that day... We've had major winter weather in the past 24 hours. We had 4 inches of snow yesterday, 1 1/2 of ice on top of that overnight and it is snowing big huge fast flakes right now. Mommy went out early during a "pause" in the weather to break the ice off the bird feeders. This is what she saw. She just realized she didn't get a picture of the inside of the completely frozen platform feeder (the flat wooden one in the front). The seed inside was a solid sheet of ice. Luckily mommy had an extra one inside (she trades that out for the big suet cages during fall and winter) so she filled that and put it out. Even the rim of this heated birdbath had icecicles on it! Luckily the water didn't freeze in either one (mommy has 2). Now, for a very important "wordy" tip. When your mommy opens the dishwasher in the morning and finds the soap dispensers filled and still dirty dishes, pauses then says "D*mn it, I can't believe I forgot to start this again! I must be losing my mind." Do NOT cock your head to the side, look her in the eye and say "What do you mean 'losing'?" It means you won't get breakfast in bed that day... Keeping Mom Motivated Mommy and I both love when she works from home, especially on days like this when 4 inches of snow fell overnight AND a winter mix is coming this afternoon. Mommy does say that it can be hard to stay focused when she looks up and sees this: She says it makes her sleepy. I say it is the bag of BBQ Chips she downed that made her sleepy. I'm just trying to stay out of the way so she can stay motivated.... My village comes down next weekend. That makes me sad. Mommy does say that it can be hard to stay focused when she looks up and sees this: She says it makes her sleepy. I say it is the bag of BBQ Chips she downed that made her sleepy. I'm just trying to stay out of the way so she can stay motivated.... My village comes down next weekend. That makes me sad. Midnight Monday - Baby Its Cold Outside Hey all! Sorry we haven't been around much. Mommy has been working hard at her jobbie doing inventory and when she gets home all she wants to do is eat and sleep. You know, besides the "working hard" part, it sounds like I'm training her pretty good to be a cat. Anyway, back to ME which is the most important. Now, we all know that Panthers live in the jungle, and House Panthers, like warm places. That is why when it looks like this outside and it feels like 9 degrees out there: We House Panthers know to say here: Until their human brings them their morning stinky goodness. Go see the other great adventures of us sleek House Panthers at our very own site. Anyway, back to ME which is the most important. Now, we all know that Panthers live in the jungle, and House Panthers, like warm places. That is why when it looks like this outside and it feels like 9 degrees out there: We House Panthers know to say here: Until their human brings them their morning stinky goodness. Go see the other great adventures of us sleek House Panthers at our very own site. Thinking on Thursday I'm thinking there is not enough room under here for the both of us dad. How rude! ALso, please go visit little Hendrix and his brother Dylan! Yup, there is another rock and roll House Panther on the blogosphere. He and Dylan help their mommy Carly with her pretty photography website. Check out their picture on the right side of the blog page. Aren't they adorable?!? Posted by Mr. Hendrix 22 comments: Tip, Tail and Tummy Hi all! Now it is back to me the way it should be. Here is how my tummy looks when I play with my "da bird" feather toy. Nice isn't it? Mommy says my tail is a "pigmy" tail because it is short and skinny. I say it is still Mancat enough to whap her in the nose at 2:30am and that is the important thing. Here are my ear tips. If you look closely at my left ear, you'll see a nick. This makes mommy sad because that means I got in a fight or got hurt when I was out in the mean world before I was rescued. Sometimes I get extra treats when she feels sad about it. Hey, I'm not above milking my injury. Personally, I think it makes me look bad a#s. Here is how my tummy looks when I play with my "da bird" feather toy. Nice isn't it? Mommy says my tail is a "pigmy" tail because it is short and skinny. I say it is still Mancat enough to whap her in the nose at 2:30am and that is the important thing. Here are my ear tips. If you look closely at my left ear, you'll see a nick. This makes mommy sad because that means I got in a fight or got hurt when I was out in the mean world before I was rescued. Sometimes I get extra treats when she feels sad about it. Hey, I'm not above milking my injury. Personally, I think it makes me look bad a#s. Posted by Mr. Hendrix 26 comments: Mine on Monday I've decided that I'm going to spend the next few weeks coming up with some rules and guidelines regarding this upcoming blurpy thing. You know, some for it and some for my beans. I think this is important because I only have 6 months to train my beans and they are sooooooo slow. Also, I know that the "shrimp," as I like to call it, will be able to hear at some point so I plan on talking to mommy's belleh overnight to get my rules across. That way when it comes home, it already has the ground rules down. Anyone who wants to contribute to these rules is welcome!! I want to get started right away. Today is also Martain Luthor King Jr. Day. His "I Have a Dream" speech always makes mommy well up. We kitties can all get a long regardless of color, size and country. We hope beans around the world will follow our lead soon. I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends. And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream. I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal." I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today! I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers. I have a dream today! I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."2 This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day. And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning: My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride, From every mountainside, let freedom ring! And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true. And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania. Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado. Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California. But not only that: Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia. Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee. Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring. And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual: Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last! Also, I know that the "shrimp," as I like to call it, will be able to hear at some point so I plan on talking to mommy's belleh overnight to get my rules across. That way when it comes home, it already has the ground rules down. Anyone who wants to contribute to these rules is welcome!! I want to get started right away. Today is also Martain Luthor King Jr. Day. His "I Have a Dream" speech always makes mommy well up. We kitties can all get a long regardless of color, size and country. We hope beans around the world will follow our lead soon. I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends. And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream. I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal." I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today! I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers. I have a dream today! I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."2 This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day. And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning: My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride, From every mountainside, let freedom ring! And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true. And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania. Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado. Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California. But not only that: Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia. Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee. Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring. And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual: Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last! Posted by Mr. Hendrix 19 comments: Surprise On Sunday So, mommy and daddy pulled me aside a couple of weeks ago and told me I'm going to have a new sibling. A hairless one. I said "you mean like a Sphynx?" and she said "No, like a blurpy thing." I said "Dude, the VET told you I don't like to share," but mommy said that I wouldn't have to share my toys, treats, sofa or window seats. So I'm OK with it. Bendrix has yet to be completely won over. After all, the late night vomiting has already kept him from getting a good nights rest. Then she showed us the pictures. These were taken Dec. 30, 2008 so they are a few weeks old, mommy is at 12+ weeks now, but they look like shrimp to me. I guess anything that starts out looking like shrimp can't be all bad...right? Mommy would like any tips and suggestions you all have. I'm pretty good with kids and babies, but have never been around one for a long time. I said "Dude, the VET told you I don't like to share," but mommy said that I wouldn't have to share my toys, treats, sofa or window seats. So I'm OK with it. Bendrix has yet to be completely won over. After all, the late night vomiting has already kept him from getting a good nights rest. Then she showed us the pictures. These were taken Dec. 30, 2008 so they are a few weeks old, mommy is at 12+ weeks now, but they look like shrimp to me. I guess anything that starts out looking like shrimp can't be all bad...right? Mommy would like any tips and suggestions you all have. I'm pretty good with kids and babies, but have never been around one for a long time. Posted by Mr. Hendrix 52 comments: Labels: Surprise on Sunday Sad on Saturday Mommy and I checked the blogosphere news page late yesterday to see such sad news. My good buddy Meep went to the Bridge. He and Buzzerbee were the first FIV+ kitties I met on the blogosphere. Since I am FIV+, we especially followed their adventures. Mommy wishes I could have had a sibling so I could have as much fun as Buzzerbee, Meep, Twizzler and Bear, but with daddy's allergies and my "feral" tendencies the VET says no. We instead chose to enjoy watching them enjoy and love each other. My beans have for a while now vowed to adopt FIV+ kitties from now on (many years from now when I meet my friends at the Bridge) and part of that reason is because of Meep's beans and how they care for their kitties. Please go see them and leave them some words of comfort. I'll miss you Meep buddy. Posted by Mr. Hendrix 15 comments: Thinking on Thursday I'm thinking that although Daisy got scr#wed (Bendrix's word) she is always going to be #1 in our book!! I know you all feel the same. I am pleased to say that my friend Simba King was also nominated for the award and got some votes. I'm also thinking how much you'd have to hate someone you once loved so much to pull this sh*t. I mean, how sad and pathetic. "Husband Wants Kidney Back in Divorce" You know, if I knew this guy, the only thing I'd have to say is "Lick This": Posted by Mr. Hendrix 29 comments: Wordy Wednesday Hi all! Brandi's mommy Carol is having some temporary green paper problems. Her paperwork was filed wrong for her leave from work, and now Brandi is having tummy troubles and Carol can't afford the VET. The sweet KC, Missy & Gang said that they think we could hold a one time auction to help them. Mommy is going to go thru her stuff to see what cool things we can donate for an auction. Is anyone interested in helping? We know green papers are tight for everyone... On a personal note, the d#mn starlings are back. We hate hate hate those birdies. They eat all the seed and bully the other birds. Not to mention they poo all over everything and are LOUD. Any of you kitties that go outside to hunt want to come over and eat??? The sweet KC, Missy & Gang said that they think we could hold a one time auction to help them. Mommy is going to go thru her stuff to see what cool things we can donate for an auction. Is anyone interested in helping? We know green papers are tight for everyone... On a personal note, the d#mn starlings are back. We hate hate hate those birdies. They eat all the seed and bully the other birds. Not to mention they poo all over everything and are LOUD. Any of you kitties that go outside to hunt want to come over and eat??? Posted by Mr. Hendrix 8 comments: Two Inches Just two inches. Just two inches of glass and screens between me and fresh meat. Sigh. Please stop by our friends at Forty Paws as they mourn the loss of handsome Bow. My sweet lady cat Brandi is also not feeling well and her mommy Carol is still recovering and has some green paper stress. Please send her comforting thoughts. Please stop by our friends at Forty Paws as they mourn the loss of handsome Bow. My sweet lady cat Brandi is also not feeling well and her mommy Carol is still recovering and has some green paper stress. Please send her comforting thoughts. Posted by Mr. Hendrix 19 comments: Midnight Monday When a sleek House Panther looks for a den, he wants to make sure he has certain aminities. Dark, private, close to a food source and being safe and warm. As to why I enjoy being UNDER by village as much as I enjoy being ON my village, there is a heating vent under here. It is nice. Like the tropical jungle where panther's prowl. Hey woman, put that sheet down, you're letting the heat out! PS All the cords were sprayed with "Bitter Apple" so no worries about my chewing then. That stuff is nasty. Posted by Mr. Hendrix 31 comments: Thinking on Thursday I'm thinking I'm glad they only snow I have to deal with is the snow on my village and not the snow outside. My minions will keep my warm. I'll make them. Wordy Wednesday I'm so bummed all my Christmas decorations got put away. Luckily my village is still standing. I'll especially miss the nativity my mommy got me. I liked rubbing it. Can you tell why? yup! That is baby Jesus "hatching" there. Cute huh? Mommy got it just for me. I really miss my beans now that they are back to work. Luckily mommy works from home some days and I get to help her. In this photo, I'd just walked across the laptop and helped her "write" a press release. Well, I'm off to lay on my Village so it can't be taken down. It is rainy and snowy here in SW Ohio. On the plus side, the birdies come up to eat more! I'll especially miss the nativity my mommy got me. I liked rubbing it. Can you tell why? yup! That is baby Jesus "hatching" there. Cute huh? Mommy got it just for me. I really miss my beans now that they are back to work. Luckily mommy works from home some days and I get to help her. In this photo, I'd just walked across the laptop and helped her "write" a press release. Well, I'm off to lay on my Village so it can't be taken down. It is rainy and snowy here in SW Ohio. On the plus side, the birdies come up to eat more! Music Monday Guess what daddy got for Christmas. His brothers got it for him. Guitar Hero!!! He even got another guitar so we can play together. Mommy says that since he got Guitar Hero he hasn't left the Mancave...except for food. She is right! I let my beans share my guitar on NYE. After I saw the pictures, I regretted that decision. Daddy has his leg up. Lets Rock N Roll!! My lady cat Brandi's mommy Carol is home safe and resting. She could use some comforting and encouraging purrs. Guitar Hero!!! He even got another guitar so we can play together. Mommy says that since he got Guitar Hero he hasn't left the Mancave...except for food. She is right! I let my beans share my guitar on NYE. After I saw the pictures, I regretted that decision. Daddy has his leg up. Lets Rock N Roll!! My lady cat Brandi's mommy Carol is home safe and resting. She could use some comforting and encouraging purrs. Posted by Mr. Hendrix 29 comments: Finally Friday - Bendrix is going Crazy Here's one for all you Bendrix fans. Bendrix started the New Year with a bang. After all the guests left, mommy and daddy put away all the leftover food, shut the Mancave door (to keep me from eating confetti and stuff) and went to bed. About 8:30am Bendrix got hungry and woke mommy up. She got up, fed us stinky goodness and went back to sleep on the couch. Well, Bendrix wanted to play but mommy fell back to sleep. He got bored. Then he smelled it. Salt. Yup, we looooooove licking salt off stuff. My beans had left the crackers on mommy's pretty glass cheese and cracker tray (no cheese tho - drat) on the counter. Well, Bendrix got up where we aren't allowed and started licking the salt off. Everytime he'd lick the platter would scoot. Mommy kinda woke up and said "Hey, what are you doing over there?" Then, CRASH! Yup, that platter scooted right off the counter...with a little help...and shattered all over the floor. Daddy heard it in the bedroom and both beans came running. By then I was hiding under the table like "Wasn't me". There are no pictures because little shards of glass were everywhere and the beans needed to keep Bendrix from trying to get to the remaining crackers on the floor and clean up the mess (all while very "sleepy"). Mommy gave us a stern talking to and then we had to have our paws inspected. All clear, no cuts. Don't worry, all was forgiven even tho mommy is sad about her pretty platter. We spent the rest of the day relaxing. Football and naps with daddy. I hope this is what the rest of the year will be like. I hope you all have a happy, healthy 2009! Bendrix likes Max's interpretation have "the happiest heathenist New Year." ha ha ha Mommy is sad because her University of Cincinnati Bearcats lost last night, but she is very proud of them and can't wait for next season. Thanks for this good one guys! I am worried because I have not heard from my dear Brandi and her mommy Carol. Does anyone have their phone number? My mommy's cell phone SIM card died last month and she lost all her saved numbers including that one. On a very sad note, my dear friend Fat Cat Muffin's Grammy has passed away. He and his mommy were very close and lived together. Please keep them in your thougths and prayers. My beans had left the crackers on mommy's pretty glass cheese and cracker tray (no cheese tho - drat) on the counter. Well, Bendrix got up where we aren't allowed and started licking the salt off. Everytime he'd lick the platter would scoot. Mommy kinda woke up and said "Hey, what are you doing over there?" Then, CRASH! Yup, that platter scooted right off the counter...with a little help...and shattered all over the floor. Daddy heard it in the bedroom and both beans came running. By then I was hiding under the table like "Wasn't me". There are no pictures because little shards of glass were everywhere and the beans needed to keep Bendrix from trying to get to the remaining crackers on the floor and clean up the mess (all while very "sleepy"). Mommy gave us a stern talking to and then we had to have our paws inspected. All clear, no cuts. Don't worry, all was forgiven even tho mommy is sad about her pretty platter. We spent the rest of the day relaxing. Football and naps with daddy. I hope this is what the rest of the year will be like. I hope you all have a happy, healthy 2009! Bendrix likes Max's interpretation have "the happiest heathenist New Year." ha ha ha Mommy is sad because her University of Cincinnati Bearcats lost last night, but she is very proud of them and can't wait for next season. Thanks for this good one guys! I am worried because I have not heard from my dear Brandi and her mommy Carol. Does anyone have their phone number? My mommy's cell phone SIM card died last month and she lost all her saved numbers including that one. On a very sad note, my dear friend Fat Cat Muffin's Grammy has passed away. He and his mommy were very close and lived together. Please keep them in your thougths and prayers. Posted by Mr. Hendrix 26 comments: Subscribe to: Posts (Atom)