The Skinny on Dust Bunnies
by Sweetie, concerned, yet intrepid warrior against invading dust bunnies, leaves and other detritus.
Good morning dear friends.
Oooo, that's such a great word, detritus. Sounds so much better than stuff! But, I digress from my topic for today.
I must tell you, I've been fighting a losing battle. Not that I'm giving up or throwing in the towel, but this issue is monumental, even somewhat overwhelming.
Are you aware that dust bunnies multiply faster than the cute little nose-wrigglers they're named after? You aren't? Well, let me tell you... THEY DO!!
I, Sweetie, spend most of my night-time hours chasing the insidious little beasties. Of course, that's how I earn my room and board. I'm not one of those chubby layabouts who expect 5 squares a day and in return flop onto my back for tummy rubs expecting to be payed for my cuteness. Nor am I a Queen or Princess to be waited on all day long. I earn my keep. But again I digress.
Dust bunnies... now, where was I going with this? Oh yes. chasing the beasties. If you will remember our very first blog was about invaders of a different sort. Those critters flew at eye level, (Grammy's that is!) and insidious too... Oh, I won't repeat that story. You can read about those flitters here. These current invaders are silent floaters... they hover just above the floor, hide under furniture and come out to attack ankles, brooms and cats when you least expect it.
I must say they are brave. Braver than most cats. I've even seen a couple of them circling Grammy's feet in an attempt to trip her. If she ever landed on them they'd be goners.
And that greedy gobbler... they don't fear it either, until it's too late. They are daring, I must say! And yet, they haven't learned from their mistakes! Why? Because not enough escape that eating machine to adapt AND those that do are too busy repopulating their world.
In our house, well okay, our condo then! In our condo there are no soft cosy carpets, mats or other accoutrement to warm kitty feet as we walk across the floors. Oh, there's one set down for after a shower but then it is lifted again. And I mustn't forget one inside each door for wet footwear. But those don't count. Nothing kept on the floor beside the bed for cold mornings, no livingroom/diningroom rug. Nada! Why? Because we have a klutzy Grammy and have to keep the old girl safe. Yep! That's the truth. And talk about keeping her safe... here's the skinny.
What do rugs and carpets have to do with dust bunnies? Well just this. They help control the population somewhat. With no carpet DBs (dust bunnies) roam free and take full advantage of air currents to get from room to room. But, carpets are the original Velcro to the wee critters. Float over a carpet and suddenly they get sucked down and held onto until they get stepped on or die of starvation. Then the gobbler eats their dead carcasses. It is a voracious omnivore and a scavenger so to him all is fair game, dead or alive. AND we kitties know that. That's why we scatter when he exits his prison cell for his hour in the 'yard' so to speak.
Again I digress. So back to those dust bunnies. Since there's nothing to stop them we kitties see them making their rounds, peaking out from under furniture - book cases, futon, armoires and bed. Oh, and the fridge and stove. We think they like the dispersed heat, especially under the fridge and the extra headroom beneath the stove. The odd daring one or two will float on past Grammy to tease her but she's obliviously got her nose stuck in knitting or her computer.
I give chase to them but without the carpet's help they are difficult to capture as they furl and slip into the nearest nook or cranny. The Queen, Princess and Chubby layabouts could not care less... let them furl, unfurl, curl and wind their way around the condo. No skin off their noses! But they should care!!! They aren't thinking!
One day those DBs could smarten up and amass an army under the furniture. Then one day full battalions of them could trip and overpower Grammy, devouring her in revenge. Then who's going to feed us! Huh?
Comments are most welcome, as always.
by Sweetie, cutiepie, mischief and blogger.
Good morning, dear friends.
Sweetie here to revisit one of the early mischiefs in Grammy's home - her beloved Monty. As you know if you have read our earlier blogs Grammy's first pets were bunnies and then later she, over number of years, adopted three kitties.
The first she named PussPuss - a muted tabby who needed to be rehomed. followed by Malcolm only a few months old found, frostbitten and ill, in a farmer's field in the middle of a winter blizzard. Once on the road to health again he was adopted to be companion to PussPuss when Grammy's job would take her away for long days and the occasional overnight. Monty, her third kitty came along after PussPuss passed and a buddy was needed for Malcolm. Read on....
This was Grammy's little slinky cuddlebug. Montague, aka Monty, was adopted by Grammy after he had been abandoned at a veterinarian's office, unwanted by his family. He was 14 months old and had behavioural issues. But Grammy went to see him anyway because otherwise he would be PTS and Grammy couldn't bear the thought of that for such a young, otherwise healthy kitty.
While Grammy chatted with the vet tech Monty reached out a paw and tapped her on the shoulder. He had picked her to be his new mom. And so, home he came.
It took 9 months and a very laidback Malcolm for Monty to get past his fear of using the litter box. (His litter sibling/brother had bullied him whenever he tried to use the box in his previous home.) Malcolm, on the other hand, was willing to share anything - facilities, beds, food, Grammy's lap - whatever the little duffer wanted, as long as he kept Malcolm entertained with his silly antics and would cuddle with him.
Grammy was blessed with a further 9 months of his mischief, cuddles and silliness before his wee heart gave out.
Grammy says I have the same long, slinky, sleek body that he had. *giggles* That's important because it is easier to slip out of Grammy's arms and get into more mischief. He was a master mischief-maker and I, Sweetie, aspire to be one too.
Happy Thanksgiving 2019
Hello, dear friends.
Thanksgiving Day has arrived, once more... and so normally we celebrate with family and friends. Today we are going to be having a quiet day contemplating Thanksgiving and all we are thankful for.... and there is so much - our lives, our comforts, all the wonderful friends we have. Please enjoy your day and give thanks for all the blessings in your life. In fact, we should be giving thanks every day for everything.
We promise we'll write a proper blog next week.
From all of us at Mischief and Mayhem Central...Know that we love you, dear friends.
Whiskers, Gentle Mousie, Sweetie, Etude & Rondo
Comments are always welcomed, especially if they are funny.
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