An Award!! For ME?

Talk about irony! Gold and Shade, those two cool cats at Sumac Stories, make my day but they were the ones who sent me this really cool award.

I would like to pass this award to Angus Mhor, whose giant seven-toed moose feets (dats 14 in all!) keep him to his mancatly duties.

And now Mommy's gonna take over to fill out the quirk-related theme on behalf of our one-who-came-before, Hannah. These are not so much quirks, but more like a quirky history.

1. We found Hannah in a shelter in Glendale, CA. We knew she was the one for us when she came over and said hello to each of us before casually hopping up into the food bin area and trying to break into a bin with plenty of spunk.

2. Poor Hannah had to ride in a car all the way to SC. On the first day, she passed out in her clean litterbox all the way to the hotel. The hellcat came out the next day, though; she wanted to get under the pedals, so we placed her back in her PTU. She would complain VERY vocally so we made up a song (think George Thoroughgood [spelling?]):

Duh nuh nuh nuh
My name's Hannah Kitty
Duh nuh nuh nuh
You guys are so mean
Duh nuh nuh nuh
I's gonna scream
Duh nuh nuh nuh

There were MANY different verses, often detailing her funny antics and how she let us know about her displeasure.
3. She liked to jump on our heads while we were sleeping. Sometimes she'd jump around the bedroom like a little gazelle from head to head... boing! boing!

4. She could speak English! Yes, I know that sounds like my imagination, but she at least she spoke close enough: When she wanted to go outside, she would make a sound that sounded like "Ank Oo!" (Thank You) whenever we opened the door for her. If I picked her up and she wanted to be left alone - or she didn't get something she wanted - she would go "WAAAAH!" just like Lucille Ball. She would chirp and garble like an infant trying to speak. One time I told her she was such a pretty princess and she said, quite coyly, "ri row" (I know).

5. When we lived in our old apartment (where there were plenty of cats running around), she had a black and white bob-tailed cat boyfriend named Bob. She'd go hang out with him and they'd go do something behind a bush... then moments later, Bob would come out with a spring in his step. A few minutes after that, Hannah would creep out looking both ways like a guilty but gleeful schoolgirl.

6. For a city girl, Hannah took to the forest really well: she caught all kinds of bunnies, mice and even a baby snake once. We'd make her let go of anything that we caught her with.

That's it for now. Thank you for reading about our Hannah Bears! We miss her so much, even though it's been about a year now since her untimely passing. We look forward to the day when we can see her again.