Mancat Monday With Mr Jinx

Mr Jinx is a very handsome

quiet mancat. He lets his colorful

brother always take the limelight.

But in his own way he is just

as attractive as Ping.

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We want to THANK Lexi and Dezi for the
Inspiration Blogger Award.
We hope you all know these two sweet kitties,
if not please stop by for a visit.
We always find you as our inspiration!

Mancat Monday With Jinx

Mr Jinx sends a wink out to Miss Ashton

on this Mancat Monday.

Mancat Monday

Mr Jinx makes an appearance on Mancat Monday.

Ummm, I wonder what Ping will say about this?

Mancat Monday

 Handsome green eyed Mr Jinx helps us celebrate the beginning of this new week!

Mancat Monday With Mr Jinx

 

Happy Mancat Monday

Ladies those green eyes and whisker humps will set some heart aflutter (Miss Ashton??)

Mancat Monday with Mr Jinx

Ping is taking a short break and letting his big brother Jinx be the Mancat this Monday! Jinx is very mellow and laid back so he doesn't mind letting his high strung brother take most Mancat Mondays. Today is our hooman Gramma purrday please join us in helping her celebrate. We are glad to help her celebrate today!

Mancat Monday

Mr Jinx:
What's so good about Mondays???
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UPDATE
DaddyCat fell over the weekend.There were lots of upsets. Several visits by In Home Nurses AND a trip to the ER. DaddyCat has hurt his left shoulder. Mom and Dad think it is a torn rotator cuff. X Rays show there is no breaks or dislocations. DaddyCat will be getting an appointment with his Primary Care Doctor and we'll go from there. The only positive was he didn't hurt his surgically repaired knee.
Mom's expression is very much like Mr Jinx.
*umfgh*

Mancat Monday

An intent looking Mr Jinx.
He wasn't too happy about me taking his pictures.
He is no "poser".
Both he and Boo are reluctant models.
Now his brother Ping will model all day long.
He loves the attention.
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Today marks 3 weeks since Abby left.
The first sentence in C.S Lewis's beautiful book A Grief Observed is, "No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.". Yet when the world collapses, and that rug has been pulled out from underneath your feet, you feel lost. I feel lost. I feel powerless and disconnected. It feels like I've lost control of my world, and I see the fragility of life. I feel like not only have I lost something I cared profoundly about, I feel like I have lost an entire way of life. All the routines, all the everyday normal typical habits all came to an abrupt stop. A FULL stop.
For myself, I have found that talking about this loss is a way of healing. It is not the way for everyone. It just feels like it is what I must do. It is helping me heal and to get it out of my system. It is just pouring out. I feel that each time I open up it starts a healing process of acceptance and exorcises the pain, and it takes the raw torment that would otherwise fester and exposes it. Plus, I just want to talk about Abby. I just want to say her name, and tell her stories and share her pictures. Sharing her makes me remember, all the good things, and a few of the naughty. I just need to say I dearly miss her and what it feels like to me to miss her. I just need to talk out the feelings of pain,guilt,and disbelief. Speaking about all of this somehow gives validation to my feelings, and sharing it with those who understands corroborates my experience and it helps break me out of the isolation and to be heard. So many times all anyone wants is to simply be heard.
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Abby's Daddy again wanted me to tell you how grateful he is for all of the gentle understanding and loving supportive comments and actions. I am deeply humbled and grateful. It warms my heart to see the love for Abby.

My beautiful Abby.

Thank you from all of us.

Mancat Monday With Mr Jinx

I'm very shy, but I can't let everyone think that Ping
is the only mancat in the house.
I may be on quiet side but don't let that fool you.
Secretly I am the the glue that holds
everything together.
I am the strong but silent type.