It's been a while since I made an AMV. In fact, I haven't made on since back in the summer- before my computer crashed and memory was swiped. Anywho, just recently I got the initiative to rip my Princess Tutu episodes for new video files. :) And, viola, I made this! The song is "The Plagues" from The Prince of Egypt. I apologize if it's not up-to-par, my AMV skills are bit rusty (from what I had built up that is).

Dear Nora,
I would like to personally thank you for keeping me up all night by scratching the furniture, knocking things over, playing in the trash, and generally being a loud annoyance. It is extremely helpful for me to be awoken every 15 minutes, and never allowing me to enter REM sleep, especially the night before a final exam. I wanted to show my vast appreciation by throwing you out the window, but I didn't think your daddy would approve of me spoiling you so.
Love always.

Darling, sweetheart, apple of my eye, my little darling girl:

IF I WANTED TO WIPE BUTTS I WOULD HAVE GOTTEN AN INFANT.

And when I DO have to carry you back into the bathroom and wipe your dumb long-furred ass for you, don't act like you're pissed at ME. You're the one who drooled poo all over your own ass. And somehow, the fact that it's probably the fault of the new fuud doesn't make me feel any better.

You're cleaning yourself now, so at least you've got the right idea, but you better not expect any kisses from me on your little cute mouth for a while. D:

I love you, but next time, you're getting your assfur trimmed. I swear.

Jonesy--

I promise I won't make this a long letter....I just want you to know that it's been almost three years since you left for Rainbow Ridge, and even though I've adopted Chipper, S.A.M (small ass menace) and Jacque, I have never forgotten you.

How could I? You sauntered into my life back in 1996 with luminous green eyes, freckled nose, a snub tail, and a purr and a curiosity about hoomans that refused to quit. You were a "consolation" gift from an asshole of an ex-boyfriend whose only redeeming trait is that he had used his one good brain cell to give you to me.

You loved me through that nightmare of a relationship, college and graduate school, several moves,the death of your hooman daddy, and other life-altering events. No matter what, you were always there for me, and you never wavered in your devotion for me. To say that I was inconsolable when you died due to poisoned cat food is an understatement. To this day, I look for you, and when I see a cat that resembles you, it's all I can do to keep from crying...and you and I both know I don't cry. So yeah...

I guess Hanukkah has me melancholy for your soft purr--you loved it so--the lighting of the menorah, the songs, the drediel and roast chicken...that was your fave--you'd meow and purr until I gave in...ever since you've been gone, I've not celebrated until this year...and even though it was cool to do it again, it was bittersweet because you weren't here...but in Heaven.

To end this...I love you. I miss you. I may own or be owned by other furkids, but NONE of them will EVER top you..this I promise you. Happy Holidays, and say hello to my other furkids and my friends that went before me...


Love always,

Mama Beth

Dear Baby,

You are bulimic. I've accepted the fact that no matter what tummy-friendly food I give you, you will find a way to herk it up. I know you do this on purpose. I know because of how carefully you calculate the placement of these early morning surprises.

Right in front of the changing table. I forgot to clean it up because I had a night-filled diaper to change, and that was what was on the top of my mind when I stepped in it.

I was wearing slippers. So I didn't notice for something approaching an hour, at which point I had looked down and noticed that there were little dried bits of herk by the sofa. "Oh, someone must have stepped in..." followed by the realization that the only one walking here was me. The underside of my slipper is coated. There are spillings in the bathroom, the kitchen, and the hall.

I guess I couldn't keep sidestepping your gifts forever.

Love & Kisses.

PS - I've seen the way you eyeball my human-kitten. He is not a stuff animal. You're not allowed to massage him.

I'm so sorry for what happened to you yesterday. If I had known you were that ill I would have tried harder to get you into a carrier and to the vet.

I'll miss you, baby boy. I know life was never easy for you but I tried my hardest to take good care of you and make you feel loved and secure. I guess my best just wasn't good enough.

I can only take comfort in the fact that you're in a far better and happier place now. Make sure to tell Fidge to take good care of you, I'm sure he's on the other side of the bridge waiting for you.

Loving you and missing you always,
Mama

Dear Bruiser,

Bud, it seems you have started limping again. Which means, another possible trip to the vet. If you do have to go back to the vet, can you please do me a favor? Just let the doctor examine you, that's all I ask. I know you are a very stubborn kitty, and don't like being told what to do, but that's no reason to throw a hissy fit. If you let don't the doctor examine you, and let her know what hurts, she can't help you, and you don't really want to limp all around! I don't like seeing you in the blinders and I know you don't like it, so if you are the little angel you normally are, you won't have to!

On another note, I love that you have been so affectionate lately and the fact you have been coming out of your shell a bit more.

I love you, my handsome man.


Love,
Momma

Hey Foot and Ula (AKA: fuzzybutts):

I'll be home tomorrow. I've missed you. I hope you've missed me, too (but not so much that you left me any...um...presents).

Your caretakers tell me you're still hiding under the beds, but the food and water is gone when they check on you. I'm glad you were eating and drinking...hopefully you'll feel you don't have to hide anymore once I get there.

Love you both! See you tomorrow night.

Love, your wayward Mom.

I know how much you love lobster, I really do. But there is none left in the fridge! Please stop trying to get into the fridge whenever I open it.

Love,

Mommy

I know I normally give you some food before I go to bed. Instead, I gave you a can of cat food that would last until the next day. For some reason, you thought that you still had more food coming. That does not give you the right to wake me up at 1AM by gnawing on my HAIR. I was hoping for a solid night of sleep since I work at 4AM.

I still got up and then stormed off seeing how much food you had left.

Hope This Never Happens Again,
Your Caretaker.

Dearest Terrence,

I love you sweetie. You're my baby-cat, my sweetie-pie, and my fuzzy kitty. This is why it's becoming a constant worry to me that you're so skinny. I thought male cats were supposed to get fat after they got fixed. Especially ones that have kibble available to them at all times. The vet says it might be you having an allergic reaction to your food and not absorbing the nutrients properly, so I've weaned you onto a new hypoallergenic food. I know it's only been a few weeks and I can't expected you to become plump in that short a time but please eat lots! Nom to your hearts content!!

Maybe I need to get you addicted to World of Warcraft too, it worked for me gaining weight :|

Love, Mom

You don't make a very good window. You do, however, make a fantastic door. However, Mom likes to watch TV and play on the computer from time to time, so please allow her to see what is going on. Playing video games with a cat-shaped, moving blotch on the screen (be it TV or monitor) is very, very hard (and often wrought with death and chaos), and catching up on the news and on her friends' lives is also made difficult by nosy kitties.

Of course, it's my fault for naming you Pain In The Ass, so I don't have much room to complain. (Aren't there studies that say your child's name affects their personality? Well, cats too!)

Love,
Mom

P.S., where did you hide your baby (we call it a hairbrush) this time?

Dearest Carrot, Dylan and Lenny,

As you know, I love you dearly, we all do. You are very dear family members and we cherish you no end.
However, I am a little worried and I really need to speak to you. It's very important.

Tomorrow, a house guest is going to arrive. He will stay with us over the Christmas period as his family are travelling to South Africa and he can't go because he hasn't got a passport, amongst other reasons. His name is Zack. I hear he's lovely and friendly. He will bring his own house with him, his own food and various comforts, so no panic as he won't ask you to share yours.

Speaking of fud. Whatever you may think, Zack is not a fud, he is a hamster. Eating, or attempting to eat, a house guest is most inappropriate, especially during the Christmas festivities, when we're supposed to be extra nice and love our neighbours and Peace On Earth and all that jazz.

So, Carrot and Dylan and BigFatLenny. the message to you, in short, is this:
STAY THE BLOODY HELL AWAY FROM ZACK THE HAMSTER HOUSE GUEST!!! Is that clear?! One single swipe anywhere near Zack, and you get your furry arse hoovered, and that's a promise.
Seriously, please, be good.

Yours always,
The humans.

Dear Larry,

Don't make me sad anymore. All I want is for you to get healthy again, to go back to being the sweetheart that you used to be. I can't bear the thought of possibly losing you. Please get better. For both our sakes.

Love,
One of your devoted owners

Dear Meowgi and Danielson,

Thank you oh so much for not destroying my room while I left for the gym. I really do appreciate this. I will continue leaving the radio on for you two. Now if I could stand having the radio playing while I am sleeping, I will do so if that would keep you two from waking me up at 3 a.m.... Though there were on the rare occasion the nights you just stayed in bed with me until I woke up to at least to go to the bathroom to start your begging, because that is where I prepare your food for you. Thanks so much for being such little angels today, I really needed that, sure did put a smile on my face to see that you did not knock my mug to the floor again :-)

lots of hugs and kisses,

Your roomie

p.s. thanks for sticking by my side today,I really needed that, to not feel so alone. I know I'm sad for the time being, but I'll be better soon, continue with your cuddles :-)

I don't think you got my last note. In fact, I think that you might have shredded it and put it in your litter box.

Let me try this again.

Mommy doesn't like your cat boogers. No, really, I would prefer you not sneeze in my face. ESPECIALLY when i'm trying to cuddle you and be nice.

it's really gross. and annoying. and gross.

and trust me. I do note that you ONLY sneeze when my face is within an inch of yours.

Keep that up and no more cuddles for you >:{


-Aggravated and soggy

Mom