Menoosery - a gathering of meeses

Look who arrived in the Hutch!!!

The lavender and fuschia fella is S059 aka "So Fine". He had to come to stay because he carries the number of the year of my birth. Although dressed rather flamboyantly, make no mistake, this mouse is fully grounded.

The elf-mouse is SP006 aka "Spoox" and he carries a mini-me Rudolf as his support animal. The name tells you why the support is needed. The SP in his code refers to his being 'special'. Well, if you are in permanent need of a support stuffy, that is just a special way of saying you are spooky, am I right? I mean, who in their unspooked mind would need to have a permanent stuffy around... **cough cough**... So Fine and Spoox are already welcomed into Clan Meeses and, thus, as well as my stuffed menagerie, I also now have a menoosery.

Beside Helephump is Looey then up top, L-R; Loother, Shriek, Soffee, Stix, the Sadhu, Spoox and So Fine.

Remember, you too can become a mouse-fosterer by visiting Mice for Mama!

Oh, and it's now only eight more zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzsss.

Menolterayshun; Operation Stuffy (aka 'whilst YAM's away the toys will play)

G'day! Yes, I'm an Aussie. YAMster found me on her brief visit back to Sydney between leaving India and shifting to the Bonny Land. It was October. You met quadruplets earlier, the Pinkoes? Yeah well; I'm a pink ribboner too. I am about 12" tall and I came in my pyjamas, all ready to snuggle beside YAM at night.

I am the final of the stuffies to post. I was not an impulse buy, like so many of this furmily. Neither was I a rescue. Y'see, YAM's dear old childhood bear, Bonzo, didn't make it through the packing process prior to India. His ancient seams finally exhausted and all his 1950s non-flammable straw filling tumbled out. After the initial heart-lurch, it was accepted that all good things must end. A couple of months later, YAM's mother's seams also finally split and the horrid cancer insured that her non-flammable straw filling gave up.  The two+ years on the ashram gave space for processing all this... but within that first week back in OZ, when I was spotted sitting on the stall for cancer research, YAM knew it was meant to be; a memento for mother and for Bonzo. I was the new ted on the bed. I am a 'dressed' female, if you catch my drift. My name is.... Newted (say it fast!)

This final post is dedicated to Bertie and his Gail... but also to any other Blogvillagers who may have missed the pick and for whom there are not enough stuffies at the hutch. Yet.

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G'day mates! I'm Jess. D'ya recall me coming back from YAMum's trip to OZ backend of 2015??? Yeah, rescued from the trafficking of Maroochydore airport I was.

Struth was I ever glad of that!

I got to meet Remus - remember him? Well, YAMum is over there again right about now, having spent a few weeks in India first. You'll hear all about it soon enough I guess.

Righty-oh, I better get a gee up and check on that Orson. I AM a sheepdog after all!

This post is dedicated to the Cowspotdogs ... a collie is a collie, even when it's a sheltie!

Menolterayshun; Operation Stuffy (aka 'whilst YAM's away the toys will play)

Well hello there. My name's Omaira and my calf is Raff. Clearly I am not a REAL moose. Who ever heard of an upside down mooseroo??? Or should that be back to front? Either way, it's a stretch of credulity.

Anyhoo. Needless to say, I rode home with the YAMster all the way from Canada. We are now in the Bonny Land. I gotta tell ya, there's similarities. I feel right at home.  Glad to meet you all.

This post is dedicated to Sully.

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.................................................................................................................................wooooooooooo............ towit...............................................

toooooooooowittt
awwooooooooooooo.................................









This post is dedicated to Princess Leah. It's the awwww factor...

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Raarooo... row arrr wooo??? I need no innerrduuukshuun....

I, the Scooby Doonot, hasss beeen wid da YAMster 87 yearsss!!!

Dog yearsss aat isss!!!

aaarroooooooph rooph rroooohhhpph!!!

This post is dedicated to Hailey and Zaphod, just for being zany.

Menolterayshun; Operation Stuffy (aka 'whilst YAM's away the toys will play)

Are you all standing tall? No reason why not, eh? I stand tall... well my flesh cousins do. Me not so much, to be fair. In fact, I am rather dumpy. A little on the cuddly side. Which is only right and proper for a stuffy I suppose.

I am Gilly the Daffy Giraffy.

YAMum brought me to the hutch when she found me in a shop nearby after buying the flat. She was in need of a hot water bottle. I came with one on my insides.

It now lives separately and I am free from constant ripping of my hide to get inside.

A relief I may tell you.

I like living here at the hutch with YAMum. She's not so tall either, and a little bit on the cuddly side.

That's between you and me, okay?

This post is dedicated to Astro, jus cuz...

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Hello.

Speak up Roolah.

Hello...

Louder lass!

HELLO...

Better.

Okay. Hiya Blogville. I am Roolah and my joey is Jumpah. YAMum found us lolling about on a shelf in her local op-shop (thrift store).

In Dunoon! YAMum thinks that we might have been a gift sent all the way from OZ and someone didn't like us. We don't really look like your typical roos. Well we wouldn't would we? We're made of cloth and stuffing for crying out loud. YAMum thought we looked very sad and couldn't resist adding us to her rescue furmily. We are still rather shy and timid. We like to stay on the back corner, and we don't like the flash, so that is why it looks a bit dark and dingy here. But we are okay. We are warm and safe and loved now.

It is fitting that we should have our post today... it is
AUSTRALIA DAY!!! We're off to celebrate. Bye bye...

This post is dedicated to Casey and Jessie, who know all about rescue!

Menolterayshun; Operation Stuffy (aka 'whilst YAM's away the toys will play)

ggnumph, gnummph...gnumppph...eeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr ohh... 'scuse me...

I am Licky the Lucky Puppy who escaped the IKKY SHOPPE... with the help of YAMum, of course! I have a red tongue and I like to use it!!! I was busy when YAMum took this shot. (That's her excuse for the blur, and she's sticking to it.) We often share cuddles, she and me. I's big and soft and roly-poly and she loves me and I love her. It's a two-way thang...

This post is dedicated to the mayors emeritus, Murphy and Stanley.

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Yesterday, you met Hellofunt, a rescue stuffy. Now I am here to say, she was not the only one to come from the BIG IKKY SHOPPE, no indeed.

Guten tag. Ich bin Herrbutt Aynswydry. (Say it fast.) Ve haff met before. On one occasion though, I was getting called the Hell Mutt Hund. Ze YAMum had a meno attack. She said. I will give 'er benefit of doubt. I am usually to be found in the company of Orson ze ovine and Eric zee guide pup. Somehow, I getz da blame for much of de naughtiez in da hutch. I haz no ideaz vhy.

This post is dedicated to none other than Frankie Furter and Ernest von Schnitzel.

Menolterayshun; Operation Stuffy (aka 'whilst YAM's away the toys will play)

Now, you all know that YAM-aunty is without live furpals in her life since being in the Bonny Land. This is because;
a) she lives on the first floor of a tenement block
b) she doesn't have good legs for those stairs to ensure timely toileting
c) she is still in travel mode and that too for lengthy spells
d) she wants to take in a rescue dog (or two) and needs to be sure she is stable enough to do it.

In order to satisfy her need for fur and cuddles, (aside from visiting as many pet blogs as she can), she adopts stuffies. Sometimes they are rescues too... oh yes indeed. I am one such. YAM spotted me trumpeting for help under a pile of other bodies, dumped into a box at the BIG IKKY SHOPPE. Best day of my life, that.

Am just so relieved to be here that I even forgive her the name.

Nice to meet you all. With Love.
Hellofunt.

.....sigh.....

This post is dedicated to the Blogville Power of the Paw page.

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Harvey's the name. Harvey Doubleooh. Pleased to make your acquaintance.... look into my eyes...

Aw heck, you got all bleary. .... whatdya mean 'camera shake'??! ... well maybe. The YAMster did go all weak at the knees when she spotted me. She was on walkabout with Mac1 a couple months back (no not the BIG walk... the little shopping-centre-before-the-movies walk). I saw her walk past and put on my 'fizzler-eye-pinner' stare. That's it above. I tell you, her head actually spun 180'. Okay, maybe only 87'. 

Mac1 pulled her away. "Step away from the bear" was overheard by every toy on the stand.

Then she reappeared. I tried again with the FEP. She picked me up and - oh giddiness - what a hug! Mac1 came and took hold and grinned and put me back on top of the boxes. Then the YAMster came for that third look. I knew I had her then. I fell into her arms. We got to the checkout and I heard her ask the lady "How much is this bear from the window"... oh okay, not the window bit, but she actually got a price check on me. WTB??!!! If I had been a penny more than her purse would she have put me back on the shelf - or would she have begged or borrowed??? Don't know. Doesn't matter. The price made her squeal like a six year old. "Oh, he's mine!!!" 

 ... and that, m'dears, is how its done. New home. Comfy seat. A bunch of stuffypals. Life is sweeeet.

This post is dedicated to the other bear in Blogville, Brom in Norway (with Mara and the divine Miss Oswin).

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Most of you know me. I am Eric the Guide puppy. I came to the YAMster's hutch two years ago, after she sponsored Isaac for his training to be a seeing-eye dog. I keep company with Herrbutt and Orson. YAMum says that this is not necessarily a good thing...

I have no idea what she means.

Anyway, because I am a Labby Adore, this post is dedicated to Abby.

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Bad. Bad. BAAAAAAAAAAD it's bad, I tells ya!!! Every time YAMum tried to pull that flashy thing on me, I tried to headbutt her and she'd jump and then try again.

This was the best piccie she could manage. HAH!

I's Orson the ovine
I's bad oh yes I's fine
Look me in the eye
And I'll butt you by and by
I's Orson the ovine, I's fine!!!

This post is dedicated to the Funny Farmers, who know about a little bit of mayhem here and there.

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Cooooeeeeee!

It is I - Coco Too. Why this name? Well, I am from the City Farm Shop in Sydney, NSW. At that farm, YAM met Coco the camel.  This be he...

Well, of course, Coco being such a handsome beastie, it was a no-brainer that a take-away memento of him would be created. Therefore, I am Coco ... Too .... d'ya geddit???

This post is dedicated to our good Aussie mate, Charlie.

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Pardon me if I look a wee tad glum.

It's because Mr Pickles is my chum.

He's always the one to take the lead.

I'm his stand-in... you know, in need.

That said, there are joys to be had.

YAM's home is safe and warm. I'm glad.

I get cuddled and dusted from time to time.

That's it. I'm done. I've run out of rhyme.

Cheers, from me - my name is Cheeze...

What's that I heard - did you just sneeze??!

This post dedicated to Stella Rose and her furmily.

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Good day to you all. I am Mr Pickles. That's what was on my label and YAM did not see fit to re-brand me.

I was sent to YAM about 30 years ago. As you see, I wear the years lightly.

Always been the dapper kinda gent, me. Early to bed and early to rise and all that gumbo. Something in it, I say. I mean look at me.

I SAID LOOK AT ME!

*ahem* YAM muttered something about narcissi and limelights. Am quite fond of daffodils myself.

This post is dedicated to Sweet William The Scot. He loves flowers.

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HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO....

Phew, I need to get as many hellos out of the way as a I can cuz I only get outta dat box once a year and that too for only very much less than 87 days. In fact, its more like eight only. Or seven. Well, maybe fifteen. Oh okay, she airs me off from last Sunday of November and bangs me up again on the 6th of January every year - 'cept this time (oh the indignity!!!) it was on Jan 1st.

"Going overseas" was her lame excuse. I mean ... really!

"Stop remonstrating Roody" says she. "You get spoiled rotten for that time, no room for complaints... and anyway, your an inanimate critter so stop talking to me " says she.  "Get back in the box!" yells she.

Hrrmph. Catch ya later. Much, much later...

This post is dedicated to our beloved angel Easy and his new earth-bro Da Phenny.

Menolterayshun; Operation Stuffy (aka 'whilst YAM's away the toys will play)

Oh yes, we know what you are thinking. "They are not stuffies!" We'd have to agree with you. No denying that we are much less 'stuffy' than we are 'chippable'. However, YAM thought you might as well see more from her Avon collection of critters. We are Moppet and Whoppet. We'll leave you to decide which is which...

This post is being dedicated to The Crabby Girls at Sarge's place... only cuz YAM doesn't have any rabbits on her blogroll and neither does she have any crabs of the stuffed or chippable kind.

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No! I am NOT a spotted sausage. I'm another of YAM's Avon critters.

My name is B****** Bill. That's what YAM said when she was looking at the paper which came with me. The name stuck.

I'm a bed warmer. My insides can be taken outsides and then nuked for a minute, then reinserted so as not to risk causing 1st degree burns to delicate skins. Doesn't matter what happens to my insides, appawrently... jus' so long as delicate skins are safe and happy.

Am delighted to say that YAM rescued me from this likely fate and chooses not to put me through that mill.

This post is dedicated to Ruby and Rosie and their mum Kristen, who do wonderful work promoting better lives for dogs and cats.