By Etude, writer dude.
Not much to say today. Christmas was great. Quiet. Grammy spoke with local friends and some in Austria and tried to speak to another in England but couldn't connect. Could be the phone lines were too busy or something was wrong with the number. Not sure.
But, where did the old girl get the 'Silly' descriptor, you ask? Well, we told her the topic for today and now she can't remember what we told her. So you only get this brief missive.
What? No, of course we don't remember. It isn't our job to remember. Once we pass the topic on to her it is up to Grammy to type it and post it. She's the one with opposable thumbs. And we have more important things to do like napping and eating.
So, since the topic is 'in the wind' this is it, friends. A few pictures of us and....
Our wish for you.
Hope your New Year is Happy, Healthy and filled with the promise of a better 2022.
Wishing you Blessings!
by Gentle Mouse, multi-lingual kitty.
Hello, dear friends. So happy to be writing to you as we approach Christmas. Grammy loves this time of year and has made the living-room look so festive. No! No tree. We would be naughty should there be a fir tree in the room. It would be a supine fur tree. Yep, we are only allowed the cat tree (aka kitty condo) and that doesn't get decorated... except with our fur.
So no tree, but we do have a few decorations hanging from the tops of book cases, candles wrapped in poinsettias and holly with the prettiest cardinal ribbons and Christmas cards sprinkled around the shelves. Wreaths festoon doors and there is even a pretty tablecloth of poinsettias on the dining table. When Grammy lights (battery operated) candles and turns on the fireplace channel it looks so cozy and festive. Christmas is quiet around here... just the way we like it. (Well, just as we like it when Grammy is around. It would be party central with our friends if she were to go out. But alas, that's not the case this year.
Well, we hope you all have the most Joyous Christmas with your families and friends, dear readers. Not much more to say in this post except to wish you in a few languages:
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
Joyeux Noël et bonne année.
Feliz Navidad y próspero año nuevo.
Maligayang Pasko at Manigong Bagong Taon.
God jul – godt nytt år.
С Новым годом и Рождеством Христовым.
Frohe Weihnachten und ein glückliches neues Jahr.
Nadolig llawen a blwyddyn newydd dda.
Can You Hear Me Now?
By Sweetie, Blogger of Silly Grammy Antics
Hello, dear friends. Well, the old girl has done it again.. And this time she's done a bang-up job of it. What has she done? Well you might ask!!
She lost her phone! Her only phone! The phone that she carried EVERYWHERE - Yes, even to the loo! Oops! Forget I said that! The phone she's had for at least 5 years. The phone that has all of our pictures on a memory card. The phone that has all of her contacts, calendar, notes to self, access to her medical apps and her life on it. The phone that locks itself after a few seconds of idleness.
Also, the phone that wouldn't hold a charge anymore. The phone that emptied like the bathtub drain when Facebook was open. Or closed, by the end. The phone which buzzed in crazy ways on a schedule only known by it. The phone that echoed voices if someone called either person while they were on the phone talking together. The phone that has had the screen and battery replaced at least once over the years. The phone that needed to be laid to rest. And the phone Grammy kept procrastinating on replacing.
Well, it looks like that phone took matters into its own digits and decided to retire - yes retire, jump ship, permanently hang up. Here's what happened.
Grammy and her phone accompanied a friend to an appointment.... the phone taking a break settled into a pocket for its nap. Appointment over they were on their way to their next destination within the building. Grammy had wakened it up to check the calendar... then set it onto the rollator seat ... not back into her pocket. BIG MISTAKE!
In trying to get through an uncooperative 'automatic' door said phone annoyed at being wakened must have seen his chance. At some point between there and the food court he jumped ship. Well, actually, he jumped rollator. It wasn't until after meals were consumed that Grammy reached for the phone and realized IT WAS GONE. GONE!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not in pockets, not in the basket, not on the floor beneath. GONE!
Several phone calls to see if they could hear it ringing failed. Retracing steps systematically, with a slight detour to Security, right back to its last known location. Phoning it from there FAILED! The old crone, I mean phone, was AWOL.
Now what? Fortunately Grammy's friend has a head on her shoulders that WORKS! So, nothing more to be done there they carried on to the next destination. AND fortuitously, Grammy's cellphone provider has an outlet within walking distance of that destination so they stopped off there first to cancel the SIM card. A very sweet and kind sales person set Grammy up with a new phone, a protective jacket and screen shield and a really great deal.
And two additional bonuses? A free tablet with WiFi included for 2 years was part of the deal AND because everything was backed up to the cloud everything uploaded to the new phone without a hitch.
Hmmm! It seems maybe one brain cell is still working in the old girls head. We could hope it'd jumpstart a few more. Not holding my breath though!
Well, while I'm on here let me thank Grammy's friend, our Aunty, for being so patient, and understanding considering this isn't the first phone adventure they've had together. Thank you, Aunty. You're truly a treasure.
Comments welcomed. We love them... especially when they are funny. *giggles*
Where Did The Snow Go?
And what might that have to do with today's topic?
By Rondo, bothered and bewildered.
Good morning, friends. Just a week ago Mousie was musing on a snowy day. Today we are looking at rain. Yes, you heard me right. RAIN!
Here it is December 6th, a week later and the temperature is 11 degrees Celsius. That's 52 degrees for those using the Fahrenheit scale. This is totally unacceptable for December in my books. Especially since it is overcast and rainy. At temperatures like that we should have windows open and sun puddles pouring into the living-room. How else are we to get our Vitamin D levels up to acceptable levels?
Etude: Hey! Stop a minute, Rondo, my boy. Didn't you just hear the 10 AM weather forecast? Temperature is dropping to below 0 Celsius (32 F) and rain changing to freezing rain, with slick, slippery roads for the evening commute.
Well!!! That's more like it. Not the freezing stuff and slippery roads part, but December ought to be cold and spent snuggling in warm beds, in front of a crackling fire enjoying hot apple cider and ginger cookies.
So what ought we to do on such a discombobulated day? Well, I don't know about you but I'm going to go crawl into my fuzzy, though extremely small daytime cat bed. Hint! Hint! Grammy!!!!!!!!!!!! Extremely SMALL! GRAMMY?? Now, where did she go?
Then, after my nap I plan to make a list for the old GAL and at the top of the list:
1 LARGE, FLUFFY, SHEARLING-lined CAT BED heater included. I think I might write it in GREEN ink and underline it in RED and BOLD the whole thing. Yes, that's what I plan to do.
I don't understand how Mousie can have a bed, NO, make that TWO beds that are big enough for three of her and I get a puny chipmunk-sized bed. AND imagine how ETUDE must feel. He's bigger than I - like 20% bigger than this handsome fellow (that's me!). His fluffbutt hangs out of all beds even one that is big enough for three Mousies. Imagine him trying to fit into my skimpy bed? In all situations the poor guy is bound to get a chill in his nether-regions. In fact, if not careful those nether regions might freeze and drop off. Horrors! GRAMMY! make that 2 Shearling-lined CAT BEDS. 1 Large and 1 Great Dane-sized for Etude.
Friends, I've decided to show how utterly deprived we are.... Warning, be prepared for the shocking photos below.
Editor Comment: As I post this for the vociferous complainant, let me clarify... There are more cozy beds for kitties - even Great Dane-sized kitties - than you can imagine. More shearling-lined toasty resting spots for them than for the one who pays the bills. AND if that isn't enough there are heated SNUGGLE-SAFES and MAGIC BAGS warmed up and put into those beds morning and evening through each month with the letter R in it.
Comments are encouraged. We love the humorous ones especially. Hugs!
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