By Mousie, chronicler of mischief and mayhem... and Grammy's good girl.
Good afternoon, dear friends.
Well, we have entered another week of this turmoil. If only people would be smart and considerate of others .... and this includes those in power! Get real, people. Let's get this under control NOW rather than later. And a shout out of appreciation for those on the front lines - essential services, medical, suppliers, truckers, support workers, neighbours and friends... all helping where they can. We applaud you. Stay safe. Stay healthy.
Enough said. I know I'm preaching to the choir here and those that need to hear it won't be reading this anyway. Now on to our blog...
So, today I'd like to talk about my goofy brothers. Yes, Rondo and Etude. Those furballs have been totally loopy in their attempts to entertain Grammy and their friends. That's you, our readers. They dove into the storage room, found a trunk full of old clothing and costumes. Why, you ask?
They decided to disguise themselves to go shopping for groceries for Grammy and 'to work'. I have to say, their 'work' is monkey business, not where they earn money. They had planned to go on an adventure across the border but it's been closed and Grammy stopped them when she caught wind of their antics. Well, after they got back from grocery shopping they went back in and found more outfits.
They were having so much fun we decided to join them. Then, when our friends heard about it they began to send photos of outfits they found in their family trunks.
We hope you get a giggle out of the 'fashion show' and some other 'stuff' we found. Oh, and read the comments at the bottom of each photo.
Lastly, a Happy Birthday March 27th to our friend Third of Muddy Waters fame.
Comments are welcomed. In fact they are encouraged. We love reading them.
by the M&M crew - Whiskers, Mousie, Sweetie, Etude & Rondo.
Good Day, dear friends.
Times are chaotic and there is so much going on in the world right now. We have chosen to stay calm and while concerned, not panic. Grammy too!
As Grammy says, Be safe, stay calm and have faith sanity will return.
Now, why did we have others do the running around? Not because of the pandemic but because Grammy was put on a steroid regimen for her fatigue and pain and then told to stay home to protect her immune system. That means we have Grammy 24/7 for the foreseeable future. Yahoooooo! Lots of lap time, snuggles, grooming, more snuggles and cuddles BUT,
The downside is.... the camera is never turned off. When it is on the charger she knits ... and what did she knit yesterday? Two hats! Just ask Sweetie what she thinks about that. *giggles* *scowl from Sweetie* Or maybe better not to ask!
So we'll tell you... She's got her knickers in a knit, or is that a knot? Whatever the term is the little miss is not amused.
Oh my! I wonder if she's related to Queen Victoria. She used to say that a lot. "We are not amused!" Well, we all think she looks adorable in the hats but we daren't say so. The look she gave Grammy! It's a wonder Grammy is still alive and kicking.
So, as we said, we have Grammy to ourselves. So far she's cooked a stew, a meatloaf - enough for a few weeks, a rice pudding and plans to make granola. We caught her looking up knitting projects. Oh no! Not kitty sweaters! Please, NOOOOOOOOOOOO!
When she settles down to rest we plan to cuddle up with her; when she sits in her chair at the computer or knitting we'll take turns to slink into her lap, settle in for the duration and nap or more likely steal the mouse or nibble the yarn and needles. We do like to be paws-on!
So, looks like we have the old girl to ourselves for the foreseeable future. Let's hope she knits gowns and hats for the hospital, not outfits for us. Our fur suits suit us just fine.
Well, I guess that's all for today, dear friends. Stay safe, check on your neighbours, elderly family and friends. Help where and how you can. AND smile even if you are home alone. It will lift your spirits and someone else's should they see it.
We love you.
The M&M Crew at Mischief and Mayhem Central
Comments are always welcome. Keep it light and full of mirth.
By Whisker, Matriarch of Mischief and Mayhem
Well dear friends, this one is going to be short. Why? Well, as you know we've been on hiatus for a few days. To put it mildly, Grammy is lacking energy. Sounds like she just wants a time out, don't you think? Slacker, Grammy!
Oh Mousieeeee! Any chance you'll take dictation for me? Silence! Guess she's sleeping.
Okay, Brrr! If I must I'll take off my mittens and do my best on the keyboard.
OH WOW! It's actually quite mild. Who knew?
The boys said it was a delightful day yesterday - low to mid 40s - and said I could remove my ear tuques. I'm not quite there yet. They look at me like I'm nutso! Did you notice how warm it was, friends? I thought not! But, it is interesting how low 40s is quite chilly in the autumn but delightfully warm leading into spring. Funny that! But I don't trust those boys. No, I don't.
Now we hear from Aunty L that today might reach mid to high 50s. Well, actually she said the temperature could rise to 15 C. Same thing! Can you imagine? This is amazing and welcomed if true. But if so, I might require a grooming to remove excess fur so I don't overheat.
Oh Grammyyyyyyyy! Where is she? Oh, there you are.
GRAMMY! Put the Furminator, Comb, Static Brush and Wire Rake on standby! I may need a good going over! *shivers with delight* I do love a good groom.
Oh, that Grammy! She's such a downer! She told me not today, and maybe not until next week. And... don't pack away those earmuffs yet... that this is just Spring teasing us. Soon the temperature will drop once again. Like I said, Grammy's such a downer!
We were so looking forward to windows open, bird song filtering in and the beginning of blossoms budding on the trees. Well, time will tell.
Oh, speaking of such things you may want to check out Rondo's poetry. It is under the category Poetry Etc. by Rondo. Or you can just click on the blog here Spring! Oh how I long for it!
And one last thing... this week we'll get to see the full moon. Last night, 5 days before,we took a snap of the moon. Looks pretty full to me. Check it out below.
On that note, this old girl is going to stop typing. Time to crawl into my fluffy, soft, marshmallow bed for a nap! Move over Mousie! Make room for Mummy.
See you around friends.
Comments are welcomed. Make them funny, won't you?
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.
By Mousie, chronicler of family stuff.
Good morning friends. I have decided to share some of Grammy's knitting with you. She's been busy over the years with her needlework. She sells some and donates or gives away much more.
Now you know Grammy is ANCIENT and I mean really, really old. So old that she's crochety. *giggles* Speaking of crochety... she crocheted a gazillion years ago but gave it up after developing arthritis in her thumb. I'll show you her last crochet project in our slideshow ... a grey shawl made for a friend.
That is when she switched back to knitting which she hadn't done in years. Oh, through those busy career years she'd pick up her needles and work on a project once in a while ... but months might go by between start and finish of a knitting project.
Then one day a friend saw a sweater pattern and that triggered her urge to knit again. She picked up her knitting needles and hasn't put them down for more than a day or two at a time over the past 10 or so years. She has made hats, scarves, a few pullover sweaters, and sweater coats, dog sweaters, a tea and bodum coffee cozies, a few lap blankets for the elderly. Seldom a day goes by when she doesn't work on something. In fact, over the past week she has finished two items, one we'll show (a white v-neck pullover) and the other (a shawl) must wait until the recipient gets it in late March. We don't want to spoil the surprise.
When Grammy learned that she could do volunteer knitting for a hospital she was thrilled. Chemo hats for the adult Cancer Ward and Preemie Gowns for the NICU. These are the projects she chose to make because they are small and could be done while travelling on public transit. She keeps the more challenging patterns to work on at home after she's worn us out. For some reason she doesn't like us helping her. Can you believe it? Why, you ask? Well...
Sweetie is quite adept at cutting the yarn with her teeth, running off with the crochet hooks used to fix a dropped stitch, and chewing knitting needles. I like to disturb Grammy and lick her hair to distract her while mummy Whiskers steals into her lap and shares her fur with whatever item Grammy's knitting. She's so unselfish that way. *giggles*
While the boys aren't into knitting, Etude does like to team up with Sweetie and steal knitting needles, play with knitting markers and toss whatever he can reach onto the floor. He is a mischief. Rondo, on the other hand ignores the knitting, sits on the arm of the chair and meows for more food. He can be quite persistent and annoying, let me tell you.
Well, there isn't much more to say so I'll just post the slideshow with a sampling of her projects. Boring, I know, but it keeps the old girl out of mischief. Good thing too since that's our job.
You can see many of her projects on her Facebook page but we'll share a smattering here in a slideshow. Hope we don't bore you.
Comments are welcomed. Keep it fun.
by Sweetie, reporter of mischief and mayhem and tattletale.
Good morning, Friends.
Well, do I have a tale to tell! Yes, I do.
Grammy has been scratching her head lately. No, she doesn't have bugs. She's puzzled. She doesn't understand how after washing clothes and hanging them on the mobile rack to dry they end up with smatterings of fur on them.... and especially on the navy tees she wears as a volunteer at the hospital. As you know fur really shows on navy. Especially white or pale grey fur. Well, so does the black and brown but those whites and pale greys are very noticeable. Yes they are! Not only that but there's another puzzler. Grammy noticed the latch that secures the rack from collapsing has been bent close to breaking point. How can this be?
Well, the other evening the old dear was stretched out on the sofa resting her aching self watching television when she heard a scrambling sound. She looked around. Nothing! Then she looked up! There about 3 feet above eye level was MOUSIE, our timid wee Mousie had climbed to the top of the drying rack. She was balanced on the rods like a monkey on a branch. Where? Right in the middle of Grammy's navy tee. Yes, can you believe it? Can you? Let me tell you, you can. I've seen her do this a couple of times. *giggles* What a little monkey! Yes, Mousie is the Monkey!
Well, Grammy shouldn't be surprised because she's caught Mousie in various places she has no business being.... like on the window ledges when the windows are opened wide and at the top of the screen of the balcony door. What's she doing up there, you ask? I'll tell you! Chasing flit-flies, no less. You know... those little beasties that are attracted to light on a summer's eve. I tried that once and tore a couple of holes in the screening. Grammy was not amused but we all were delighted. Now those wee beasties could get inside and we could ALL chase them around the condo. Such fun!
Of course, the other reason Grammy was not amused by my antics was this. I'm not a feather-weight like our wee Mousie. She leaps straight up, grips with her needle-like claws to the mesh and hones in on the little flittery beasts in hopes one day she'll catch them. I imagine if she had a prehensile tail she'd be swinging from the blinds in attempts to attain her target beasties - aka - protein 1 milicalorie at a time. But Grammy put an end to that fun game after she caught me. I guess I'm too heavy for the screening. She had to dispose of the beasties and then mend the screen. She can be such a spoil sport. But then, I guess we understand. Don't like it, but do get it. It was a brand new screen installed only days before. Ooops!
Mousie thinks nothing of racing to the top of the kitty condo and perching there like Snoopy in vulture mode. Now, I must say I can climb too. I love the kitty condo for that but even better is (and don't tell Grammy how I do it) to race across the livingroom floor, leap to the back of the arm chair then springboard to the top of the book case. I loved to hide in Grammy's knitting basket and scare her. She'd search for me everywhere and think somehow I had gotten out and then panic and hyperventilate. Oh, it was so much fun to watch her. *giggles* But there I'd be crouched above her eye level on the bookcase hidden in plain sight. If only she'd look up she'd see my ears peeking over the edge of the basket. Such a fun game that was.
You might ask why is the knitting basket kept up there! Why, of course, to keep us from destroying it. *giggles*
Grammy quickly put an end to that unfortunately. The spoilsport bought plastic bins, filled them with her stash of yarns and claimed the space between bookcases and ceiling with those self-same bins. Party-Pooper, Grammy!
Well, I guess we'll have to put our heads together and find new mischief for tormenting Grammy. Never a dull moment around Mischief and Mayhem Central. Oh no! I guess that means both Mousie AND I are the monkeys. Oops! Open mouth change paws.
by Rondo, frustrated blogger
Good morning, dear friends.
As you can see if you read my post yesterday on Facebook Grammy made a fibber out of me. NO BLOG WAS POSTED! No it wasn't. The old girl gallivanted all afternoon and came home 'tired'. After feeding us she sat down and tuned out our pleas to take dictation. Not only that, when she did tune in again she ignored us and NOW she's saying she doesn't have time all week to help us with our blog. So here we are posting a very short one - THAT WILL TAKE HOURS TO TYPE - as we have terrible typing skills and our paws are too big for the keyboard.
Mousie has the smallest paws so she's been conscripted to do the keyboarding. I must say she's doing her best to fix mistakes as she goes but please excuse any typos.
Let's keep this short. We don't want to hurt Mousie's wee digits. So, back to the delinquent Grammy (Mousie interjects - "Don't call Grammy that! She's busy looking after us! She's not delinquent!) Grammy has a busy week ahead so we may not be on Facebook or Messenger as often as we'd like but Mousie will try to post our Thursday and Friday posts. If you are starved for Mischief and Mayhem may we suggest you check out some Youtube videos or our previous blogs.
Our very first and second - Moth Day and About US and there are many more... including Whiskers' adventure to Austria in the Category Austria. And if you still haven't had enough of us you could rewatch our video slide shows.
Our early years - https://youtu.be/_pwLimmkVIo
or you can Toodle around our city with Grammy - https://youtu.be/g-172LP7h60
Well, friends. That's all Mousie's wee paws can do today. Hopefully we can spare her next week and get our Grammy in gear to take dictation. Meantime, have a wonderful week and know that we love you....
Oh, and don't forget! It's Valentine's Day Friday! Send your favourite sweetheart love and kisses.
by Mousie, chronicler of mischief and mayhem
Good morning, friends.
I'm a little bemused and dismayed. We just the results of my latest bloodwork. Bemused because Dr. Whitecoat just called to tell us nothing showed up in the bloodwork. BUT, because I've been throwing up a small amount of bile in the mornings despite Grammy making sure we eat after midnight. This is upsetting to both the vettie and Grammy.
So, I'm dismayed because for the next three days I have to have oral meds to settle the tummy. This is a two person job and if that doesn't work then Grammy has to stick me with needles for an additional three days. Grammy says it is a two person task because I am a wriggly little 'monkey' when it comes to taking medications. I agree. I am a wriggly little monkey but that's 'cause I don't like medicine. So there, Grammy! BUT forget me. I have lots to tell you about the sibs and mummy.
Grammy ordered Mummy Whiskers a new marshmallow bed. I can attest to you that it is extremely comfortable. Now, we all have tried the bed out and while we know it was purchased with Whiskers in mind, she's been kind enough to let us give it a test run. Since then though, mummy decided it should be ours (hers and mine) exclusively. I'm quite happy about that. *giggles*
When Grammy checked our room she was so pleased to find mummy curled up in her marshmallow doughnut sleeping soundly. It was the first time in weeks that she totally relaxed, so much so that she didn't stir when Grammy got out the camera and took photos. Great choice, Grammy. Good on ya!
The other item Grammy purchased at the same time was a fishy for us. The company was quite generous and sent two since our parcel would be delayed in shipping. We thought that was very sweet of them.
Now here's the thing about these fishies. They are pretty big, in fact bigger than a catnip banana and almost as big as me. Our usually intrepid Sweetie was a little put off by it as you'll see in the video collage posted at the bottom of this blog.
Quite surprisingly, Rondo likes it though he isn't as active as Grammy would like. He reassured Sweetie that it was safe to play with but she is a little skeptical. She doesn't trust those boys completely, and who can blame her. They regularly entice her to snuggle with them and then pounce on her and bite her neck. Nasty little twerps that they are. Oh, don't get me wrong. We still love them BUT they can be sweet and cuddly and absolutely adorable for ages. And just when we let our guard down suddenly they snap and whichever of us is closest, Mummy, Sweetie or little darling me, get the bitey treatment. And it hurts.
So, back to the fishies. They flip and flop around on the floor enticing the boys to play. At least that was the idea. Grammy opened the packages and there inside was a USB cable and inside the velcroed belly of the fish is a device that when charged and turned on will act like a fish newly pulled from the lake. FLIP, FLOP, FLUTTER. It is very funny.
Oh while I remember, if you order one, you need to be able to plug it into a USB port either on the computer or with an adapter for the wall plug. The wall adapter does NOT come with it. The good news is the android adapter for cellphones and apple adapter for the iPad will charge them. A red light comes on while in charging mode and shuts off when fully charged. Both fish charged quickly and have lasted a more than 4 days.
Also, there's an internal on/off switch so you can turn it off if the flipping and flopping is too scary for kitties or while they adjust to the action. Leave it off over night unless you don't mind us playing with it at three in the morning. It isn't loud but can be disturbing to sleepy humans or startling to sleepy kitties if accidentally kicked by a dopey Grammy.
So, the fishies are a hit with Rondo, a curiosity for Etude, ignored by Whiskers and me and to be wary of according to Sweetie. I think after watching the ads of kitties going wild with the fishies that our family is weird.
Well, that's all for today, friends... except THIS VIDEO Grammy put together for you. Enjoy.
Your wee Gentle Mousie signing off.
by Sweetie, chronicler of mischief and mayhem and the good stuff too.
As you may know Whiskers and Mousie were at the vet again last week. Whiskers has lost on average an ounce a week... which doesn't seem a lot but when you clock it out over the long-term she's losing a pound every 3 months. THAT ISN'T GOOD.
Mousie over the past few months gained one ounce. Better than losing but not great. She is still under her pre-bladderstone weight. She eats well, most days, but isn't gaining as we hoped she would. In addition, her heart is beating very quickly. Her issues are a challenge. She needs a high salt diet for the kidney/bladder flushing but that raises her blood pressure which isn't good. Add to this her heart murmur and things are dicey at best. So, more blood work has been ordered and we await the results.
The reason we headed to the vet last week (besides their 6 week checkup) is because these two continue to throw up occasionally. Grammy tries to ensure they get 6 meals a day and no more than 5 hours apart but occasionally she cannot manage it. At those times it is very likely but not definite that one or the other will throw up foamy bile the next morning. This is irritating Whiskers' throat. So...
The new routine is to give Whiskers, the main culprit, a small dose of a tummy settler before her breakfast, give the other meds daily for a few days then switch back to alternate days and increase her pain meds to up to twice daily. It seems to be working. Only had to administer the tummy settler routine once and she was fine all day and the next morning despite Grammy sleeping 8 hours straight. This is good as Grammy herself has been unwell and needs her own meds and rest.
Meantime, both spend most of their time in the bedroom, sleeping and snuggling, cuddling and sleeping some more and join Grammy in the family area in the late afternoon and evening and sleep with her through the night. Of course, overnight the boys join Grammy on the bed too which makes for a crowded bed.
The boys seem to be losing weight slowly, which is how Grammy wants it... and despite regular attempts to snaffle an extra meal by harassing Grammy with mriaows of 60 decibels or higher they are doing well. Neither is starving, I can assure you, though they would beg to differ.
Entering the kitchen seems to activate a stampede to said room and scream response. Grammy is learning to ignore them when she enters the kitchen and she has also learned to avoid that room except at their specific meal times trying to plan her own mealtimes immediately after they've been fed. Too bad we can't get them to race madly around the condo to get fit instead of to get food. Silly boys.
I, Sweetie, am my usual sweet cuddly self. I nuzzle Grammy's robe in the morning and again mid-afternoon if the boys haven't usurped my spot for a grammy cuddle. Nights are spent prowling the perimeter for errant dust bunnies and oak leaves. I must protect the pride.
Well, other than a few photos that's all for this week. We'll update Facebook once we get the results of Mousie's bloodwork. Meantime, life goes on.
by the Mischief and Mayhem crew with Grammy's help.
We have created a new video slide show that we hope you will enjoy. Grammy suggested this would be quicker than making her think through and write a proper blog. Boy was she wrong. It has taken us all day... and we mean ALL DAY to put this together.
It includes us, of course, our family, our in-laws and our friends local and far away. Check it out, you may find yourselves in there. And if we've missed you, please forgive us. We tried to include everyone whose photos we had in our albums.
We hope you will enjoy it.
And if you haven't already done so, go to BIOS to read about our foster/adoption stories and to various categories for us and for our friends - Categories like All About Us, Family, Other Kitties and Fur Friends and Photos, Videos & Slideshows.
So here is the link for our latest YouTube video.... Facebook Friends and Family
Dear friends, we love you and look forward to your comments.
Five Cats, Five Personalities, One Goal - Mischief & Mayhem.