Brother Etude and His Girl(s)
By Rondo, Poet and Balladeer
Good morning, friends. Here I am again with another two poems. My dear, chubby twin brother, Etude is the topic of my poems this week.
Now, he may be my twin but you must know I am the more handsome one of the duo. Yes, that's a given but I'll concede, he's the more adventurous and romantic one.
Oh, before I forget... he has two loves: his girl, RAINA and our Grammy. Yes, Etude has fallen in Loooove, and yes, he loves our Grammy and will spend hours sitting on the arm of her chair staring at her adoringly while she works on the computer. Talk about a Grammy's boy. Teehee.
But, besides that he is truly adventurous. He and his 'girl' RAINA love to go on jaunts together living life to the fullest. Now most of these adventures are shared on our Facebook page... but that is so we can share the many photos. He's not much of a writer, preferring action over the pen so if you want to check out his adventures check out our Facebook page.
Well, as much as adventure is adventurous, I'll stick to my poetry and songs, though won't sing for you here. Grammy made me promise. No singing on Weebly. If you'll remember though, I'm no slouch when it comes to flirting with the girls. It got me into deep trouble so I'm much more careful now that I don't break anymore hearts.
So here they are... two poems one for each of his loves.
Ode to a brother - Etude and his girl
My bro' has love who sings and hums
Raina's her name. His heart she's won.
He sighs like breeze and then he swoons
While o'er her graceful charm he moons.
Names for her he has a lot
Songbird is one but he has got
His favourite. That by far, oh my!
Is his sweet darling Butterfly.
Grey white is he, our adventure boy
A little stout, he jumps for joy
Loves flying hoverboards; it is his jobby
Though some may say it’s more a hobby.
With girl beside he’ll soar aloft
And swoop around and scarper off
To parts unknown with girl in tow
To show her where the moon doth glow.
Then thought he’ll have as moon is set,
"It’s time we home to Gram must get
Before we’re grounded hard and fast
And lives all nine have come and past."
© Whiskers, Mouse, Sweetie, Etude & Rondo - Mischief and Mayhem Central
Now I did say he has two loves.... this is his other - the one he's loved since he was a newborn scrappy furball.
On Grammy’s lap our Etude sits
Disturbs th’ old girl while she knits
Demands she cuddle and kiss his face
Which hinders, suddenly she’s lost her place
Becomes dismayed and has hissy fits.
But on other hand she loves his heat
As on her lap he lays his feet
His girth is wide, warm as toast
But so is hers, I do not boast
For I tell you now, both love to eat.
© Whiskers, Mouse, Sweetie, Etude & Rondo - Mischief and Mayhem Central
Well, friends. That's my dear brother.
Comments are welcomed. Let's keep them light and fun. Especially if they tease Etude. Teehee.
By Rondo, Poet and Balladeer
Hello dear friends,
Well, Mousie had two weeks to twitch her tail and spin her tales, now it’s time to return for some more poetic fun. This epic poem (epic, by my standards, not the terms of poesies past) is based on truth. It actually happened recently.
I hope you’ll enjoy. The ol’ girl is terrified of these creatures and that gives me fodder for teasing her. Only thing is, I think she’s had the last laugh this time.
Apologies to spider lovers everywhere. We love spiders and so does Grammy (well maybe we could say Grammy likes, but even that is a bit strong, how about tolerates)... but she insists they should be tolerated outside. Wish we could say no spiders were hurt during this incident.
Spider, spider on the ceiling
Do you know what Grammy’s feeling?
So here it is.....
Blotch on the ceiling
Eight legs uncurling
Ten eyes all staring
What can it be?
Tails are unfurling
Hind legs extending
Hoping to see.
Oh no! Seeing
It isn’t a bee!
Swatter it’s whipping
Flopping and flipping
Demise it’s to be.
Biped she missed
The creepy arachnid;
On silk down it slid
To land on her knee.
Scream was heard next
Biped sore vexed
Danced and convexed
To Remove the not-bee.
Onto the floor
'Twas brushed, furthermore
To curl as though sore
Said, “Oh woe is me!”
Then biped took foot
Swooped in with a hoot
Stomped down with her boot
Said, “Dead!” with such glee.
Five felines folorn,
This Spider did mourn;
This cannot be bourne,
Such a meanie is she.
© Whiskers, Mouse, Sweetie, Etude & Rondo - Mischief and Mayhem Central
There it is, friends. Again, we apologize to all spiders and spider lovers everywhere.
AND as always, comments are welcomed...especially when kept fun and friendly.
by Mousie, aka Gentle Mouse - feisty and timid chronicler of mischief
Well, friends. I think now I've found my voice I kind of like it. Move over boys. I'm enjoying having the floor. Think I'll keep it as long as possible. So here goes....
In the past, if you remember, the boys went into the archives and wrote about PussPuss and her love of fishing and Malcolm, Grammy's clothes horse. Well, I've been delving into the boxes and decided to talk about another cat. Like me he's gentle.
I'm going to tell you about one of the original Mischief and Mayhem crew - Monty. Montague, or Monty as Grammy most often called him, was rescued by Grammy just days before he was to be euthanized.
He had been adopted with his brother as kittens by a young family. The brother was a short haired, confident cat who would bully his gentle, long-haired brother whenever he visited the litterbox. Now, at first Grammy was upset that he'd do that to wee Monty but, we cannot fault him on this... animals know when another animal is weak, defective or ill. And Monty definitely had his challenges. Then, his family had a new baby and decided it was too much to deal with Monty's issues too. So, they returned him to the vet to give him a better life elsewhere, or to euthanize him if a home couldn't be found. What a sad decision when he was barely out of kittenhood.
So, how does that fit in with Grammy? Well....
After PussPuss passed at age 14+ Grammy and Malcolm struggled with the loss. Gone was the feisty, social butterfly, leaving behind a sweet, easy-going boy who doted on his feline companion and a Grammy who missed her feistiness terribly. Life went on but the zest had gone out of M&M Central.
Then, a few months later a friend mentioned that there was a kitty sitting in a cage at her vet's office. This kitty was gorgeous, had issues and needed a home soon or he'd be euthanized. Grammy got this feeling in her heart that this was a kitty that needed her, and maybe she and Malcolm needed this kitty too. She slept on it... for a couple of nights but the feeling was so strong that she just HAD TO go check out this little fellow. She made arrangements to go across town to the clinic to pay him a visit.
Of course, you know the inevitable happened. Grammy walked in, was escorted to a cage and decided - on first sight - that he was coming home with her. As she chatted with the vet techs about his issue a paw reached out and patted her shoulder. That would have clinched the deal had Grammy not already decided. Interestingly enough PussPuss was 14 months old when she tapped Grammy on the shoulder and was instantly adopted; Monty was 14 months old when Grammy went to see him and was tapped a second time. As I said... it was inevitable.
Of course, WE think Grammy had made up her mind before she even went to meet him. She had a carrier, a blanket and treats with her. But, knowing Grammy, are we surprised? Not in the least!
The little duffer was given kisses, popped into the carrier and brought home to meet his big brother. And what a home-coming it was. Malcolm stepped out of his basket and sauntered over to examine the fluffy furrball with a, 'Hey, welcome home! Come snuggle in my basket with me. There's room for two!'
Monty, a little surprised at the warm welcome and not knowing what to do with such a greeting from a fellow cat, decided he'd better sniff out the new digs first. Hmmm! Two litter boxes! Food and water in the kitchen. Nice warm blankets, chairs and beds to snuggle on... Is that toys I see? Looks kinda okay. Oh, and I really like that basket the old duffer was sleeping in.
Looks like something I could stretch out in.... much nicer than that cage at the vettie. I think I'll join the old boy.
hmmm! I could have some fun with him too. Stodgy old fellow! I think I'm going to like it here.
Turns out that Grammy got him his own bigger bed and while he loved it too it was more fun to tease Malcolm and stretch out in HIS basket pushing him into the corner. Malcolm unperturbed would just move over and settle down. No problem. He loved to cuddle.
Check out the new bed. And look at the face on silly Monty. I think he loves it..............
Now, I read that Monty had issues... and one of those was his fear of the litter box. Turns out whenever he needed to do his business his brother would chase him out of the box so he did it outside the box. Grammy had been forewarned so kept puppy pads and newsprint around the box. And 'they' were right. sort of. He was a good wee fella and always peed in the box but pooped outside but very close to it and always on the puppy pads. He was trying to be a good boy.
Malcolm was such a laid back kitty that in time and with a strategic placement of the litter box Monty began to use the box consistently. It only took 6 or 7 months... but finally he had overcome that obstacle.
And he had other issues. The one we knew, others we found out later. One of these was a retained milk tooth. And as cute as a button as he was, he wasn't all there... in the noodle. Despite being checked by the vet prior to surgery to remove the tooth and being told his heart was strong... Monty's heart gave out. He went into congestive heart failure from the anesthetic... and Grammy had to let him go. It was the only thing to do hard as it would be on Grammy and Malcolm. Their 18 months with Monty were filled with love and neverending entertainment. Wonderful memories!
Now, the fun side of Monty.... as I said, he wasn't all there in the noodle. BUT, Grammy loved that about him. He would do such silly things... kittenish things, even though he wasn't a kitten anymore. Come to think about it.... he wasn't much different than Sweetie is now and she's six. Maybe he was all there, just that like Sweetie he never lost his zest for life. Like her he loved mischief.
He would race around the condo, up and over furniture, bouncing on Malcolm and Grammy when they least expected it. AND he loved to chase anything that twitched... a string on a stick, a bit of loose fluff (and he had lots), even his own tail, bouncing and rolling in somersaults in his attempts to catch them.
His favourite toy was a little brown mole. This he would groom for hours. It's a wonder that it wasn't threadbare. (Yes, I saw it. Grammy saved it, gently wrapped and placed in the box). Then he would give the little mole a toss and chase it, skidding across the floor until he thumped against the wall. Surprise on his face Monty would look over at Grammy and Malcolm as if to say, What? What you two laughing at? I meant to do that and then he'd turn to nonchalantly groom himself. Seconds later, having forgotten what just happened, he'd repeat the toss, skid and thump against another wall. It seems he never tired of this game.
But to Grammy his most endearing qualities were his willingness to be cuddled and to be brushed. While he wasn't a lap cat, he did love short cuddles. Grammy could pick him up, and he'd wrap his paws around her neck and snuggle in for a purry moment.
Long, lithe and supple it was all Grammy could do to hang onto him for more than a short cuddle but pull out a brush and he'd settle right down for a long leisurely groom. Ahhhh bliss. Yes it was, for both of them.
That was Grammy's gentle Monty.
Friends, comments are welcomed. Please let's keep it light and fun.
By Gentle Mouse, aka Mousie
To begin with, dear friends, you have probably noticed that our page has changed. Yes, we had some problems with the old template and since it was no longer supported we were forced to change. We hope you like the new look.
Now! To the crux of our misadventure...
Grammy and I were almost swept into Lake Ontario. Yes we were. I was being dragged to see Dr WhiteCoat for a goopy eye that didn't get better with L-Lysine. First clue that something worse was going on.
As you all know, Grammy has been fighting the flu followed by another virus and a cold then shoulder pain and more. Because of this she didn't notice when mummy Whiskers had more teary discharge from her eyes than usual and I had a lot too. Well, as soon as she did she added the L-Lysine to our wet food and Mummy's eyes cleared right up but mine didn't. SO two days later it was off to vettieland for me. YUCK!
Grammy is getting quite adept at scooping me into the carrier.... She's a sneaky one. She put the carrier on the dresser and left the room for hours and I let my guard down and crawled into my blankie for a wee nap. Mid-afternoon there she was peaking at me like she does and I just blinked and relaxed 'cause she does that now and again. Well, she reached into my blankie and scooped me out and into the lamb fleece lined carrier before I could protest. She is a sneaky poopyhead.
I had to tell her what I thought so I screamed at her. (Grammy here – I would not call ‘meep, meep, meep’ screaming. It was hardly audible more like a squeaky mouse. HAHA! Mouse! Definitely not screaming.)
Hey, who's telling this story, Grammy. Shush! I screamed, friends and continued to scream all the way down the elevator and into the vehicle.
Now the forecast for last Friday was high winds and intermittent short showers and we got caught in it travelling there and back. When we were dropped off to transfer to another vehicle the wind grabbed the cart with me on it and I flew around Grammy like a kite in a zephyr. Woohoo! Such fun! But I don't think Grammy would agree. She was struggling to hang onto me, keep upright against the wind and not hurt her shoulder and hip anymore. And we were being swept closer to the lake! Not a good place to be on a windy day.
Well, we finally made it after a few more windy glitches. Grammy had a senior moment and got off the bus at the wrong address... (Same street, just 299, should have been 199, goofy Grammy!) and then had to cart me three blocks further. The whole time the wind whipped against us and sent me sailing again, two or three times. Boy, it almost reminded me of ballooning with Raina, our pal only ballooning wouldn't be allowed in gale force winds. We finally arrived, and none too soon. Grammy was exhausted and I’d almost lost all my fur – blown away on the blustery wind.
Dr WhiteCoat checked my eye and took bloodwork, gave Grammy instructions on how to care for the eye and then plunked this big blue collar on me. It was so heavy that I couldn't hold up my head and I couldn't see anywhere except in front of me. GET IT OFF ME! Meep OFF! Meep PLEASE! Meep Phew! Dr WhiteCoat removed it. What a lovely lady. NOT!
Know what she did then? She got out garden shears - you know those big ones for trimming hedges... yes, Big, BIg, BIG scissors to cut down the collar and plunked it back on me. Meanie. She said it was so I wouldn't clean off the medicine.
WHAT! What medicine? I don't need medicine. Then she jabbed me with a needle in my hip and poked out my eye with her finger and this nasty goop.
(Grammy here again - she didn't poke out the eye. She put ointment in it.) SHUSH GRAMMY, this is my story. Now, where was I? Oh yes...
The Doctor poked out my eye and scrubbed it with gauze before she put it back and stickied it up with goop. Then she said take the little baby home and I'll call you. I'm NOT A LITTLE BABY! I'm delicate and petite. I scampered back into my carrier annoyed that she’d say I was a baby!
Before we could pay POW! Out went the hydro electric. The power was knocked out by the wild winds. Unkie (our driver) had arrived to take us home. Not much else we could do without power but ... Such excitement. Everyone was discombobulated... so we left.
And as we stepped outside the door it happened again, the cart flew up in the air again, my blankie blew away and Grammy almost landed on her bum *teehee* I said bum. *giggles behind paws*
Well, Unkie ran to get the blanket which was half way down the street to the lake, then helped us into the car while dodging signs and debris as it whipped along the sidewalk. Wow! That was dangerous stuff. Unkie almost got hit a couple of times but he ducked quickly.
Finally settled inside the car we felt safe so, we started out for home.... and on the way the car rocked and swayed and trembled in the wind like a giant was playing zoomies with it. Unkie is a great driver so he got us home safe and then skedaddled off to his home before the winds got worse. Thank you Unkie for driving us home!
When we came in from our adventure the rest of the crew ran away from me. Rondo said I was an alien while Etude said no, not an alien an iguana (cause of my ruffles, I guess). Mummy hissed at me and Sweetie fluffed up her tail and arched her back. What's wrong with you guys? It's me Mousie, I said. Noooooooooo! You can't be Mousie, she doesn't smell yucky and she doesn't have a big blue thing around her neck. You're an alien iguana something.
Well, I showed them. Grammy gave us our dinner and nobody would eat near me so I ate it all - all by myself. Hahaha ! And it was delicious!
Comments are welcomed, friends. Let's keep it light and fun.
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