by Mousie and Sweetie,  sisters in mischief.

*Speaking in Unison -Almost*

DDo yyou, oour rreaders, hhave aa hhuman wwho iis nnuts aabout ccrosswords? 

Mousie: Stop Sweetie!... you're a millisecond behind me when we speak... maybe we should
take turns doing this. What do you think?

Sweetie:  Oh okay!  You go first.  You're older than me.

Mousie: Sure!  Rub it in, little sister.  Okay, I'll start.  Friends, Our Grammy is cuckoo about  crosswords.  You know the ones!  Those she shouts mostly at the boys, occasionally at us. 

No, Etude!  Stop biting Whiskers! 
Rondo!  Dinner is coming! Stop your whinging!
Enough Whiskers, don't lick my hair, (my arm, my cheek). I'm trying to sleep.  Mousie, stop climbing the screen door! 
Ouch! Sweetie, Unclaw my rib (my armpit)! Nuzzle somewhere else!
Etude, don't touch my feet!  You woke me!
Out of my chair, Rondo!  
Sweetie, NO! NO! NO! leave the knitting needles alone.  Don't bite the yarn! 
Mousie, 100 kisses before bedtime is enough.  Now go to sleep!
One at a time on my lap, boys!

Boy, she is a grouchy ol' bear!

Sweetie:   Oh Mousie, not those crosswords.  The ones in the paper and in paperback books that Grammy and Aunty L. are always working on.

Mousie:  What?  You joking me?  I like when she does those.  Where do you think she gets all those funny words she uses? Haven't you noticed?  Oh, and stuff from all kinds of things - History, Geography, Current and Past Events, Media, Science and a plethora of other topics.   Oh, there's one of those words now!  Plethora.  Tehee.

Sweetie:  That's true!  And when she is focused on those she forgets to give Whiskers her pill... BUT she also forgets other things.... like us climbing the balcony door screen, and me biting the boys' ears to make them play. *giggles*

The worst is when she forgets to scoop our litter boxes.  *Shout from living-room*  I DO NOT FORGET TO SCOOP YOUR LITTER BOXES!  They'd be stinky if I did.

Mousie:  Ooops!  More cross words.  You'd better run and hide, Sweetie. I'm right behind you. 

So, friends.  Don't cross Grammy.  She might have a few words for you too.  *Scampers off to hide with Sweetie*  

*Another shout*  I HEAR SNICKERING IN THERE!  WHAT ARE YOU TWO UP TO???

Nothing, Grammy!  *muffling their snickers behind paws Sweetie whispers to Mousie* We'd best be quiet until she picks up her knitting or another crossword. 

*Whispering in Uunison* Sso ffriends, tthat's aall ffor tthis wweek. Ccomments aare wwelcomed, eespecially iif tthey aare ccomical.

By Etude,  aka Eureka, one of the Hoover Brothers *giggles*  and M&M Central crew.

Dear friends, 

I am having a fit about getting fit so I am not ready to blog about much today.  As a substitute I have put together a collection of creations by Grammy of the Mischief and Mayhem kind.  

Why am I having a fit, you ask?  Well, because last week Grammy bought a harness and leash and is forcing me to exercise.  This is cruel and unusual punishment for a cat.  Dogs go on leashes.  Cats do NOT!  We should be allowed to roam free of encumbrances like a harness, be lazy, eat what we want and do what we want when we want to.  None of this namby-pamby leash walking.  

So, I'm having a hissy fit and have decided not to write a blog.  Instead, please enjoy the video that Grammy put together for me.  A Collage of Mischief and Mayhem Miscellany.

Love you all.  Etude, the Chubby Lovebug

PS.   Oh no!  I did write a blog!  Oh bother!  as WtP would say!

Comments are welcome (especially if you agree with me about leashes and exercise).  Otherwise, I'll respond after my nap. 

by Whiskers, Matriarch of Mischief

Good morning, Friends.  

Today's blog will be a mishmash of topics.   

Starting off, let us remember the fallen.  Those whose lives were lost keeping our country free from tyranny.  
Today we honour them and those who continue to serve - our military, police, fire, medical and so much more. We truly appreciate their sacrifice.

As you may have read on our Facebook page our power was turned off to facilitate a maintenance issue.  Things went well and the power was re-established an hour or more before anticipated.   This was great. 

Our only incident was one light which Grammy forgot to turn off.  It lit up the condo at 4:30 AM. Etude and Whiskers were upset by this and decided to battle it out on Grammy's pillow.  Groggy with sleep, Grammy tried to shoo them off the bed and ended up with a 19 pounder's hind foot, claws extended on her left eye and cheek.  There is some swelling around the eye and the lid and cheek are scratched but the eye seems to have been spared.   Might you call this an eye-catching experience?

Now here we are this morning, the gas has been turned off to repair a faulty valve.  We'll see how this goes.  So far we have hot water in the taps and heat coming from the furnace but as the boilers cool that could change.  Hope it stays warm for the rest of the day.  Meantime we are snuggling with each other.  Sweetie is in her wee condo bed.  The chubbos are together on the sofa and  Mousie is in her tent waiting for me to finish the blog and join her.  

And it is snowing outside.  Upon waking there was a dusting on the rooves around us.  Now it is accumulating on railings and planters as well while that which hits the ground melts.  The weather people are calling for 10 - 15 centemetres… that's 4 - 6 inches.   While it'll look so pretty we don't really like the idea of Grammy going out in it - especially if the wet ground freezes as the temperature drops. Yuck!  

And lastly, the exercise plan for Sir Chubbo Etude has gone off the rails.  Grammy is going to give it another go after we post this blog.  Grammy got busy and then overtired and let things slip.  Tsk, tsk, Grammy.

Well, dear friends, that's all for this week.  Enjoy the photos... and we'll see you in the funny papers.  *giggles*  What does that mean?  Grammy says it and it sounds so goofy. 

Comments are welcomed... and if you know the answer please let us know.

By Rondo, handsome blogger of infinitesimally boring stuff

Good afternoon dear friends. 

It has been a while since my last tapping of the computer keyboard.  Of course, you'll all be wondering why I was absent. 

​Well, I wasn't.  Not really.  I just decided it was time those other furballs carried their weight for a change.  Not that they'd do a bang-up job like I would but hey! ... I do ALL the work around the house as it is.  



​For instance, I

• crab and whine and yell at Grammy for food EVERY TIME she goes into the kitchen otherwise we'd never get fed,
• sit at the water fountains and water-bowls and smack at the water splashing it everywhere to remind Grammy to refresh each of them with sparkling clean water,
• practically sit on Grammy's head at night and whap her with my tail to show I love her,
• pounce on the girls and Etude, especially Whiskers, to make sure they know who's king of the condo, 
• incessantly demand grooming from Grammy and the other four furballs to keep me super handsome,
• bite and snap at Grammy when she's trimming my claws to test reflexes (hers) and keep her challenged,
• scratch walls with my untrimmed claws when she gives up to show who's BOSS of ALL, even Grammy.