​By Whiskers, Matriarch of Mischief and Mother of Mousie

This week we are sharing a few of our favourite photo collages... while Grammy is taking a break to knit frenetically.  She finished a toddler sweater... thought it would fit a 2 year old.  Nope!  More like a 12 - 18 month size.  Now she's working on one for a girl about the same size... possibly 18 - 24 months.  The old girl needs a size chart to work from.  I tell you.... we have to get her organized and it isn't easy. You may like to visit her knitting page to see what she's been up to. 

Meantime, here come the promised collages... and by the way... do you see the resemblance between that regal lion and me.  Yes, I may be a girl but still I think the likeness is pretty amazing.  So, I'll post 4 photos of how each of the others see themselves, as well as some others we think you'll enjoy.

Hope you can see the last batch of photos in the Gallery.... this is the first time we've used that format.  Click on them to see the full photo. Hover over them for captions. 

Enjoy.  Comments would be welcome as always.

by Mousie, birthday girl and Grammy's little cutiepie.

Good morning, Friends.
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This KITTEN just celebrated her 9th birthday and right up front I'd like to thank all my friends for the greetings, pressies and delightful comments and wishes for me.  You all made my day glorious.  Thank you.  

This all came a day after we got good news about my mummy, Whiskers.  As you know, we've all been worried about her.  She had lost some weight, her coat was kind of rough and she was tossing her food a lot.  Blood work showed her potassium high, sodium low and B12 in the proverbial litterbox.   Well, we don't have a definitive answer to what is wrong but it is thought that she may have an inflamed stomach and bowel.  We hope that's all... as it can be managed with diet and vitamins.  

A course of fluids, B12 shot and some meds to settle the tummy and a new food seemed to settle her down and she was allowed to come home the next day.  Close monitoring, weekly B12 shots, daily tummy meds and her new food seem to be working.  

Her follow-up this past Friday was good...  she gained back most of what she'd lost, is not throwing up, gets tummy meds every other morning until the bottle is finished and gets one more B12 shot with close monitoring over the next 5 weeks until her next checkup.

Despite all this she is still a wily old girl... and gives Grammy a run for her money as they say.   Anticipating the morning syringe she hovers where she has multiple escape routes and hiding places.  On the morning Grammy only feed her she settles quickly to eat... and has a hearty appetite.  The in-between days she scoots, slinks and scampers around the condo to avoid the inevitable meds.  By the time Grammy wins the contest, and she always does, eventually... both are exhausted.  It's a good thing that giving her breakfast has to wait an hour.  Grammy collapses into her chair, Whiskers into her tent and both take a much needed nap.   

Sweetie and I await our breakfast until we can all enjoy it together...with mummy. The boys, on the other hand, DO NOT WAIT.  Those pork chops, especially RONDO howl and wail and moan until Grammy puts out their breakfasts.  I swear they don't even taste their food as they inhale it.  They so lack the finer graces of Sweetie, mummy and me... well, maybe Sweetie and me.  Mummy eats voraciously too. *giggles*

So, what does all this have to do with Knitting?  Well, with everything that's been going on - Grammy's injuries and healing, Sweetie's teeth and mummy Whiskers' upset - Grammy has been home more than usual and yet, hasn't been knitting as much as she was.  The old dear only managed to read on-line books as a distraction for most of the time but finally picked up one of her projects and actually finished knitting it.  Wow!  We are impressed.  She now has a nice blue sweater for autumn. She's working on another - a white V-neck pullover - but needs two measurements before she can complete it... and awaits those from the person for whom it is being made.   

Dare we tell you how many other projects are started and not completed?   Here goes... another sweater, a shrug, a scarf, a shawl, and a pair of socks...oh and a remake of a pair of slippers.   ALL items starting with the letter S... What's with that?  This isn't so bad.  REALLY! Actually, the list is getting smaller as she works her way through them...  What motivates her?  The long list of things she still wants to make and won't start until these in-process items are completed.

Well, friends.  That's all for this week... slim pickins, I'm afraid but we'll post Grammy's sweater below... it awaits buttons, but the right ones which Grammy hasn't found yet.  The search goes on... for them.

Comments are welcomed. Especially if funny, sweet or cute like me.​

By Sweetie, youngest mischief maker and blogger

Good Monday morning, dear friends.

We were at a loss as to what to write this fine morning.  Since it is our Civic Holiday I felt it was also our civic duty to produce a blog... short though it may be.  

We are going to 'out' Grammy on how she finds names for us. Once upon a time it took weeks of thought, research and narrowing down of names.  As time progressed one look and we had a name.  What can we say?  At least, our names fit us however they came about.

We said the blog may be short.... and now it is.  Grammy's fickle finger hit the X and accidentally closed the blog before it was saved.  She lost the bunny and current furry felines portions.  Well, it may be just as well because she went into the archives and what do you know!  There are blogs already written about our names.   But here is the part that didn't delete.  Hope it doesn't bore you. 

When PussPuss (the first furry feline adopted) came along Grammy spent weeks finding a name for her.  Puss Cat, PC, Pork Chop, were a few of the many names tossed around.  Why names with initials P C you ask.  Well, even Grammy isn't sure of the answer (possibly something to do with her early association with personal computers) but it doesn't matter because her name eventually evolved into PussPuss… and remained there for the rest of her life. 

Malcolm, the little black ball of fluff was named after Malcolm X if you can believe it.  Not that Grammy admired the X man or whatever, but both were black and his name was instantaneous the moment Grammy held him in her hand.  There may have been a little influence from a recently published book about a cat and his companion called Malcolm and I. Not sure but very likely!

He was a little duffer only a few months old and recovering from three worm infestations, had a terrible cough from lung worms and had to be medicated and monitored for another week at the vet then a week of meds at home.  But home he came and grateful to be indoors and cared for he became Grammy's love muffin and constant companion for 18 1/2 years.

After PussPuss passed and Grammy heard of another kitty needing rescued from euthanasia she went to visit him.... this long-haired Norwegian Forest Cat look-a-like stole her heart.  A friend who had seen him at the vet suggested Wolfgang or Wolfy pronounced with a 'V' but at first sight he became Montague... a regal name for such a beautiful boy.  As time went on Montague was shortened to Monty but he never lost his royal bearing ... even at his most mischievous. 

For more stories about these three check out Into The Archives under Categories and read the blogs.

Anyone willing to share how your furries were named please leave a comment.  Grammy would love to read them to us.​