I wanna devote this Mancat Monday to Brainball beckause he kept us safe from the noisy-boomy fireworks ofur the Fourth of July weekend.
The fireworkies started goin off in our neighborhood the night of July 3. Me and Dorydoo and Brainball were sleepin on the bed, and Marilyn was sleepin on the weight benchie. When the boomies started boomin, they didn't bothur Marilyn much beckause she's partially deaf.
But me and Dorydoo both got skeered. Dorydoo ran and hid undur Momma's desk, and I went and hid inna baffroom.
But Brainball rushed out, ready to take on those boomies. The booms made him nervous, sure, but he didn't hide. He got into patrollin mode and patrolled and patrolled all ofur the housie to make sure efurryone stayed safe and snug. And he did the same thing onna night of the Fourth.
I'm so proud of him. So's Momma and Daddy. Momma called him her Big Brave Lion Boy and hugged and kissed him and thanked him fur takin such good care of us and lovin all of us so muchies.
His Gotcha Day's comin up on August 1! He'll have been gotted fur seven years. The vet guessed that Brainball was about three years old when Momma and Daddy adopted him, so they figure he's about ten years old now.
When Brainball was youngur, he was a lot more fiery. Like a Feline Alexander the Great. When he lived with the neighbors, he was an outdoor kitty, and he got into fights for territory with othur cats. He still has a scar on his eyelid from one of those long-ago fights. But he always came out the winnur cuz he was the biggest and the baddest. Then the icky neighbors abandoned him, and Momma and Daddy tooked him in and made him an indoor kitty.
Here's one of the furry first pickshures of Brainball in existence, taken back in 2001, the year he was adopted. It was tooked with a primitive digital kamera, that's why it's so grainy. But you can get an idea of what he looked like when he was a young, feisty and fiery mancat. He was just as handsum then as he is now. This pickshure is furry purreshus to Momma. She lost bunchies of old pickshures of Brainball and kitten pickshures of Dorydoo in a hard drive crash back two years ago, and only a few of those older pickshures are left. She still kicks her own butt fur losin those pickshures.
As the years have gone by, Brainball mellowed out a whole lot. And when Momma and Daddy adopted Dorydoo, Brainball fell in love with her. He's a Gentle Giant and loves alla us Ballicai and is the bestest Alpha Cat we could efur have. He loves gettin massages frum Daddy, and he's Momma's helpur. From day one, he loved to help her do alla the housie chores. She sez she doesn't know how she efur got by without Kitty Assistance.
Here's a video of Brainball cuddlin with Dorydoo on his favorite shirt. They're furry furry close. He helped Momma raise her frum a little kitten.
And here's a pickshure of Brainball washin Dorydoo's head:
So this Mancat Monday, we wanna celebrate our Brainball. We'll be cellebrating him on his Gotcha Day, too. But ya can't celebrate a good Alpha Cat too much, that's fur sure. He's King Leonidas Ballicus I, but he's also our Good Ol' Brainball, and we love him bunchies.
(And we Ballicai still can't believe Momma and Daddy thoughted he was a GURL for so long. Beans. SHEESH!!!!)
Alla us Ballicai are furry ecksited about my engagement to my sweetiepie -- my FIANCE -- Ariel, and I'm the most ecksited of all, hehe! Me and Ariel will set a date soonies, but whenefur we have the wedding, effuryone's invited!
Us Ballicai have some furry sad news to report. Our dear bunny furriend, Tidbit, wented to the Rainbow Bridge Saturday. Please go vizzit her fambly, and give 'em lots and lots of purrs and hugs. Tidbit was a purreshus bungirl and will be furry missed.
Rest in peace, sweet Tid. You are loved, and will always be.