By Grammy - using Sweetie's voice Good morning, Everyone. Do I have a tale to tell about those brothers of mine! It might be their birthday but there's no way I could pass this up... a chance to tease my big brave brothers. First one:.... Our Balcony Awning. Note: Grammy & the boys live on the top floor of our condo building... (We girls lived there too, obviously, but now we live amongst the stars above.) and every year awnings are installed so the balcony can be enjoyed rain or shine. The installers suddenly flop/toss the awning over the frame then lower a ladder down and jump onto the balcony, lace and tie the awning to the framework. Finally, with grappling hooks and ropes they return to the roof taking the ladder with them. Sometimes a pair of them do the task, other times they do it solo. In the past I, Sweetie, have always stood in the doorway to the balcony, paws on hips and shout my displeasure at the intrusion to our space. Well! This year, I'm not there to protect those big, brave boys. What did they do to protect Grammy? THEY HID BEHIND HER NIGHTDRESS. Grammy's gown was flapping like crazy from their tremors you'd have thought she was going to levitate and fly like a demented butterfly. Then those brave boys made a mad dash - Rondo scampered behind the sofa and Etude made a bee-line for the bedroom - leaving Grammy unprotected. *sighing and shaking head in dismay* Item Two: The Fire Alarm Monthly Fire Alarms tests are done in our condo complex on a monthly basis and once a year a full check of all alarms and smoke detectors in each unit is completed as required by law! Well, Thursday was the BIG DAY... Grammy gave the management personnel permission to enter as she might be out when they came. Let me tell you... she was home but in the shower. Wouldn't you know it? They knocked loudly three times, unlocked the door, called out again two or three times. Grammy responded to go ahead, that she was unable to greet them in person so 'Just Carry On' and they did. All was tested and they left, locking the door behind them. BUT, when the boys saw big boots, heard the stomping of a massive Fire Inspector as he stepped through the door calling in his booming voice, "Hello, anyone here?" they freaked. Both ran for cover behind the sofa, Rondo, into the drawer beneath it and Etude on the floor huddled as close to him as possible. Grammy hinted that they were shaking so badly that the sofa shook. Can you imagine it? Even food didn't entice them out. Well, Etude did come out but, belly to the floor slinking to beneath the table, ears flattened and eyes wider than saucers. But, he refused to eat. A FIRST! Rondo was so deep into the drawer Grammy couldn't even pry him out once she located him. BUT, at least he hadn't been kitnapped and would feed when he was hungry enough. THEN, hours later when Grammy returned they were both still spooked and back in hiding. At least they had both eaten some food. Those poor fellows have led such a sheltered life. So, the question is..."Who's going to protect Grammy?" I think she might have to adopt another feisty girl kitty, just to protect them. Yep! That's what I think. AND Grammy's response??? Not anytime soon. Not until she recovers from the feline medical expenses of the last 4 years and maybe much longer. Comments are welcomed.
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by Sweetie, mischief maker extraordinaire Good afternoon dear friends. As mentioned in our last blog I will share a few episodes of our adventures with you. As you know the boys, Etude & Rondo, pick on Mousie when they are in teasing mode... and that happens often. You may remember Mousie has a beau. Little Boy Cat has passed on but before this happened the boys tormented the couple. You can read about one episode in three parts: Invasion of the Interlopers, the Plan and The Plan Goes Awry. Whiskers, the Matron of Mischief, not to be outdone by the younger cats decided to have an adventure. Read it in four blogs listed here: Austria: Here I come Austria II: Home at Last Austria III: The Adventuress Returns Austria IV: Home Hum! We hope you'll enjoy reading (or rereading) our blogs. Have a wonderful day, dear friends... and we'll see you next week. Comments are welcomed. By Mousie, blogger of family mischief. Good day, dearest Friends. Here we are once again at the beginning of the week and wow was last week eventful! Not so much for Grammy but for us. Well, maybe for Grammy because of us but otherwise, not so much. Oh dear. I'm getting too wordy for words. *giggles* I'd better tell you what happened. I don't know if you saw Rondo's post on Facebook where he usurped the marshmallow bed when the girls vacated it to get cuddles from Grammy but that's when all this started. Yes, it began with Rondo the Usurper. Oh no! Am I using that word correctly? Let me look it up. BRB (in text speech - Be Right Back). Okay, I'm back. So this is the definition of Usurper - a person who takes a position of power or importance illegally or by force. So that fits. Rondo took our marshmallow bed, crawled in and settled down ILLEGALLY. That marshmallow is important so Mummy Whiskers has a soft bed to sleep in for her achy tummy and joints. (of course, I use it too but that's okay. I'm tiny enough mummy can join me and we cuddle together). The fact we weren't using it has no bearing on the matter. NO, it doesn't! Okay, so Rondo, proud of himself, posted the picture on Facebook and got a gazillion 'likes' and 'loves' and a message from his sweet Rosamund whom he now calls Rosy. Awwww! Isn't that cute? Oh puleeeease. I remember when he and Etude used to tease me until my fur stood on end about my sweet Cheffy dearest. *shakes head and tisks* And Rosamund, whom I shall call Rosy too because it is fewer letters to type with these fuzzy paws commented. You want to hear her cheeky response? I thought so. Well, here it is.... "Oh can I come share it with you Sweet Cheeks?" Lovingly, Rosamund. Such brazen cheek! calling him Sweet Cheeks when really he is BITEY BOY and condoning and offering to take part in his naughty behaviour too! What is the younger generation coming to? I ask you! You all know that I'm one to let these things slide *giggles* well maybe not! But life's too short and there was fun to be had if she came to visit and so just this once I shut up. Rondo, eager to see her suggested she 'borrow' her brother's hoverboard (climate controlled, of course) and come north from St. Croix. Well, Frodo was having none of that. His hoverboard! He drives! And any way, she needs a chaperone, doesn't she, Mommy Person? Say yes, please! So, they both headed out, swung by Alabama. BAMA girl, RAINA joined them on her hoverboard and bearing north-east they picked up the Muddy Waters bunch. You know who we mean... Yes, Third, Mitzy Meow Meow and my Cheffy dearest. *swoons slightly then gets a hold on herself* RAINA never fails to have picnic baskets ready to go at a moment's notice and always filled to the brim with all the Southern comfort foods you can imagine ... and I'll leave them all to your imagination. Cheffy brought a humongous Carrot Cake with Creamed Cheese icing - so moist and delicious and a serving of Halibut cheeks for me. Oh how I love that guy. *giggles* Okay, so this is when OUR adventure truly began. Four hoverboards zooming in across the city to land on our balcony. The silly kitties dropped off the food baskets and Rosy, Third and Cheffy then took off again with Etude and Rondo. Why, you ask? So they could buzz the cop shop just across the road. There they were - RAINA, MITZY and FRODO, Etude and Rondo... 5 hoverboards zooming in low over the grassy rooftop, swinging right and right again until they were westward bound through the parking lot. One pass, round again, Two... then on the third pass.... oh no! You're too low! LOOK OUT! I was watching from my perch on the kitty condo. Ooops! Ohhh that was close! Where did he come from? When they finally landed somebody's toupee was snagged on the underbelly of a hoverboard. HE shall remain nameless. They all better hope he who lost it didn't see them land on our balcony. Grammy! If the doorbell rings, DON'T ANSWER IT! We'll take care of it. you need to just relax, Grammy. SOMEONE get Grammy a hot milk! NOW! Okay. Then we had another delay while everyone gave smoochies and hugs all round, the boys - a few slaps on the backs... macho boys and all that. You know the type. *Rolls eyes while typing* Well, Rosy wanted to check out the marshmallow so the girls disappeared into the bedroom oohing and ahhing to their hearts content at mummy in her marshmallow bed. Well, actually they were oohing and ahhing at the bed, not mummy but we won't disillusion the old dear. Maybe we should get her a hot milk too! Suddenly, there was another commotion on the balcony. Oh no! Now what! Well, you know Mitzy. Chief instigator Mitzy had joined Rondo, Etude and Frodo. What were they up to now! I'd better check. The balcony was full of snow, packing snow, no less. And lots of it! And there were squirrels in the trees below. Too tempting to pass up! AND such perfect targets! Once mischief is afoot all caution is thrown to the winds. Not another thought about the cop shop or anything else, for that matter. The snowballs were hurtling down and oh, look out! Acorn missiles were bouncing off of the boys and Mitzy. Those squirrels were marks-squirrels. Imagine! Then, suddenly there were startled wails of toddlers and moments later Sirens!!!!!!! SIRENS! Oh, HIDE! Hurry! Get inside and shut the door again! We scampered inside and found out later that the tots on the daycare playground below our balcony were frightened by the avalanche of snowballs and acorns and someone ... yep! some spoilsport called the Cops. I tell you! Oh dear. I forget what I was going to tell you. Nevermind! Fortunately, Grammy was still asleep after her warm milk and we all hunkered down to chat and some - names to be withheld to protect the guilty - snuggled on the sofa and in the arm chairs. KNOCK AT THE DOOR! Shhhh, don't make a sound. *STOP Giggling, Mitzy! Shhhh! Finally whoever was at the door left. WHew, that was close. Best keep a low profile for the remainder of the visit guys. Mummy Whiskers and I NEVER left our Marshmallow Bed. No siree! We weren't chancing those miscreants USURPING our bed again. Oh, and as they left to return home Frodo did the responsible thing. He dropped the toupee onto the cop shop driveway! Hope they can't get incriminating paw prints off it. Well, that's all for now. But please comment. We love to hear from our readers. |
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