Good morning, dear friends.
This post is coming from all of us.... and will be brief.   There are things going on at Mischief and Mayhem Central and poor old Grammy is doing her best but as a result our page is very close to the bottom of her list at the moment.  
​We wish you all a very happy, healthy and fun-filled week. 
Whisker, Mouse, Sweetie, Etude & Rondo. 

We love you.

by Sweetie, blogger and sad cutiepie,

Good morning, dear friends. 

We are saddened that our friend Sadie has passed. She was adopted by Grammy's friend, our Aunty Lynda. Age unknown.  Previous health record also unknown.  But from this point on Sadie the beautiful calico would live the good life - food in her bowl, fresh water too, litterbox always kept fresh - and loads of places to lay her head and snooze.  Her favourite was snuggled atop the sofa, or better yet, atop mommy on a blanket. And she was loved and adored. It was a life to be cherished, a life of ease and comfort. 

For years there was only one downside to Sadie's life.  That was when Grammy visited. Sadie would go on high alert.  She knew there was a very good chance nails would be trimmed.  This was not appreciated by Sadie.  Not at all.  And yet, it was a necessity to prevent her getting caught up in blankets and clothing.  Despite this the challenge was on.  Each time it became a little harder to find Sadie - under the blankets on the bed? under the bed? in the back corner of her wee condo? who knows where? She was a mistress of disappearing.   

In her later years illness visited Sadie with a vengeance.  She had stomach issues that for a time were controlled by diet but as she aged these became harder to manage.  Add on that she was going blind and often got disoriented and life became a sad litany of meows -  Hunger? food was in the normal place. - Fear? where am I?  where are you, mom? - Pain? … it was hard to tell, but finally her quality of life had diminished and a decision had to by made.

It is with great sadness we tell you...that time had come for Aunty Lynda to let her sweet Sadie go.   We send our condolences to our dear aunty and hope she feels our comforting purrs across the city.

​Please check out our slideshow of sweet Sadie. 

by Gentle Mousie, mini-investigator and chilly kitten looking for warmth

Hello, dear friends.  Here we are just barely one week into September and it is a gazillion degrees below zero....Brrrrr! We don't have heat yet at the condo. They won't switch us over from air conditioning until later in the month. 

Last year at this time it was still toasty and delightful and we were grateful that the heat wasn't turned on.  Not so, this year. 

Tonight Grammy despite warm blankets is shaking the whole condo with her shivering and I'm huddled under a blanket, mittens on my kittenpaws, a toque on my head, a warming disc under my tummy and a heater trying to warm my butt.  Still I'm cold. BRRRRRR.

I, Gentle Mousie, the furry popsicle despite all the additions to my wardrobe and furnishings am braving the cold to find out what happened.  I have a few theories. Let's look at them.  

That nasty hurricane that hit the east coast of North America this past weekend sucked all our heat into it's vortex leaving hardworking kittizens cold.  Is this possible?  It seems logical when we hear the weather reports.  Maybe that is what happened.  OR....

Grammy forgot to pay the heating bill.  Could be, but not likely. She assures me it's paid.  OR more likely....

Those overheated cowkitty blubber brothers of mine blocked out the sun. It was cloudy and overcast all day yesterday and worse today ... a pretty good indicator that this is a viable possibility.  Or maybe those big duffers are soaking up all the heat from the sun as it penetrates the atmosphere. Think maybe we should blame them, don't you?  

Well, I'm too cold to think up anymore theories tonight.  Think I'll hunker down with Grammy under the duvet until morning and return to the blog then.  

So this morning isn't much better but at least we all had a toasty night curled up together under the duvet or snuggling with our friends on sofa, chairs, cat beds, on pillows and wherever else we could find warmth.  Everyone was huddled and snuggled in tight.  Not sure Grammy got much sleep with all our giggling, though at one point we did hear her purring.

Now to tell you about our afternoon yesterday before it got so cold.  We had visits from lots of friends while Grammy was out.  Darcy and Aunties Phyllis, Diane and Debbie, the Hartwig mischiefs, the Muddy Waters crew, Virgin Island girls and Frodo, RAINA, of course and many others. 

RAINA and I had such fun scaring Etude.  There he was standing on the balcony watching for the arrival of his sweet 'Songbird'... oblivious to what was going on behind him.  I, Mousie, went across the hall to the neighbour and got permission for RAINA to land on their balcony ... then we crept across the hall, over to the balcony door and behind Etude.  A sudden 'BOO!'  and the poor fellow just about went over the balcony.  Luckily he has substantial love handles which we grabbed on time.  *giggles*  It was the greatest fun. We had hoped to scare a few pounds off him but, no!  Whiskers wasn't amused and gave us both a time out... but that's okay.  We giggled and planned more mischief while in our penalty box.  

Darcy and the Hartwig mischiefs each brought their favourite games with them.  We played Twister and then a rousing game of Trivial Purrsuit - Feline Edition.  Wow!  Should have seen Darcy.... she won at Twister... a veritable extendible, bendible girl. No wonder it's her favourite game.  Of course, Rondo was knocked off the 'board' in the first round but then, maybe that was the plan.  Rosamund and Grizabella had just arrived and he is smitten with the two beauties.  As he left the floor we heard the girls sighing as he started reciting his poetry.  *giggles*

Wow, those Hartwig mischiefs are truly smart little kitties.  They started off the game of Trivial Purrsuit but let us all play and only threw out hints for us.  Such sportscatship.  The three aunties were pretty amazing at the game too.  My oh my, the things we learned about Felis Felidae.   Won't go into it at the moment, but we are an interesting species.  

Well, we sure worked up an appetite with all the gaming and joke telling and teasing.  Luckily Grammy had filled the fridge with delicious treats.  Of course, she thought that was for the next couple of weeks but hey!  No lock on the fridge door suggests the contents are free to all.  Turkey slices, chicken nuggets, mackerel, salmon and tuna, platters of seafood, and piles of tater salad and the amazing southern comfort baskets brought by RAINA.  To top it all off there was an wondrous array of sweets baked by our Muddy Waters crew under the watchful eye of my sweet Cheffy. 

Well, dear friends.  that's it for this week.  I need a nap while this full belly digests its contents.

Comments welcomed.  Especially if they are fun and/or silly.

by Rondo, aka Chatty Charlie

​Is this a misnomer?  Today is Labour Day and yet, we don't know anyone who works on a statutory holiday … so shouldn't it by called non-Labour Day or just Rest Day?   But then, here am I working hard at writing this blog so for me it is definitely a labour day.  *Sigh* 

If I have to write we might as well move to more fun topics. How about we feature a few of our friends?  You know all of us as we posted photos last week, maybe more pictures than you'd want to look at... but hey, we are so adorable, fun and goofy that how could you not want to see photos of us?

So, here we go... a few furry friends met through Grammy's close friends, then many on Facebook and the infinite fun things we all have gotten up to over the years.  

​First off, there is a pair of beauties ... Murphy and Bella, the fluffy sweethearts of Grammy's oldest living friend.... not that she's the oldest but that they've been friends the longest.  These two fluffballs are well-travelled between home and cottage as well as totally pampered. Grammy calls Murphy 'the Murph'.  Silly Grammy! 

Then there is Sadie, the sweetiepuss of Grammy's friend from church.  She lives the good life too. Her only beef is that Grammy trims her claws when she comes to visit. What gives her the right to steal claw-tips?  We agree with her.  Grammy does the same to us... then tosses them in the garbage.  That's not very nice.  If she wants our claw-tips then she should cherish them.  Save them in a jar and put them on a shelf to admire.  She's so weird and disrespectful. I wrote a poem about Sadie and this terrible deed.

As we move into our internet friends, let's mention Nerissa's Life.  Our first blogging friend was Nerissa, aka Nissy.  He was the famous blogger who encouraged us to join the blogging community.  We finally took his advice and wrote our first blog back in October 2014.

As some of you will remember Nissy has passed the baton across to the equally famous ginger, Seville.  This fellow has had a city in Spain and an orange named after him.  I tell you... that's awesome!  You have to check out his blogs. Be prepared for him to take pot shots at his biped family (Peep#1 and Peep#2) especially #1.  Wow, he's tough on her... but so funny. Follow him on Facebook too.  You won't be sorry. 

Then there is our closest group of friends... those with whom we chat daily.  We have had and will continue to enjoy joint adventures with four of these families.  First of these that Sweetie met was Little Boy Cat, a Chef of extraordinary abilities and creativity.   She encouraged him to meet her big sister with whom he fell madly in love.  Soon after Gentle Mousie came out of her shell and blossomed. Amazing adventures ensued ... the first of which was an awesome 3rd birthday party for Sweetie followed shortly thereafter by dates, Cheffy and Mousie together.  Nervous mom, Whiskers chaperoned at first, protective or her wee gentle girl.  The best part of their dates was when Etude & I would sneakily follow them and create havoc.  Those times were delicious fun.

This is just the tip of the iceberg, friends.   There are so many other friends we've met. Far too many to list but we'll mention a few, no photos, but we love them dearly  for their mischief and unique ways to entertain us. 

There are our friends, Team Ginger, whose mom drives us to the vet, Aunty J and another team - Sugar and Gordito, Piper's Pusscats, Pixie Pie and the Speed furries, The Koz Clan Adorapurr including Dora and her family, Clan of Nine, Da Fluffarooniez, Edward Scissorpaws and his family, Lord Fluffington, Bunny Love - Panda Bear and Honey Blossom, Sassy Skye and Cheeky Charlie et al, Keebo, the awesome Mini Kitty, Daisy from Ocean's page, Pumpkin who has since passed on, Toby Murphy O'Toole, and so many more.  

We apologize for any we've missed that you feel should be included.  Remember, we are dealing with a Grammy who at the best of times lacks in brainpower and what little she has has trickled down the drain as the day and blog progressed.   Enjoy!

Comments are most welcome.... we especially love the funny, mischievous and cheeky comments. 

​By Whiskers, Matriarch of Mischief and Mother of Mousie

This week we are sharing a few of our favourite photo collages... while Grammy is taking a break to knit frenetically.  She finished a toddler sweater... thought it would fit a 2 year old.  Nope!  More like a 12 - 18 month size.  Now she's working on one for a girl about the same size... possibly 18 - 24 months.  The old girl needs a size chart to work from.  I tell you.... we have to get her organized and it isn't easy. You may like to visit her knitting page to see what she's been up to. 

Meantime, here come the promised collages... and by the way... do you see the resemblance between that regal lion and me.  Yes, I may be a girl but still I think the likeness is pretty amazing.  So, I'll post 4 photos of how each of the others see themselves, as well as some others we think you'll enjoy.

Hope you can see the last batch of photos in the Gallery.... this is the first time we've used that format.  Click on them to see the full photo. Hover over them for captions. 

Enjoy.  Comments would be welcome as always.

by Mousie, birthday girl and Grammy's little cutiepie.

Good morning, Friends.
​   
This KITTEN just celebrated her 9th birthday and right up front I'd like to thank all my friends for the greetings, pressies and delightful comments and wishes for me.  You all made my day glorious.  Thank you.  

This all came a day after we got good news about my mummy, Whiskers.  As you know, we've all been worried about her.  She had lost some weight, her coat was kind of rough and she was tossing her food a lot.  Blood work showed her potassium high, sodium low and B12 in the proverbial litterbox.   Well, we don't have a definitive answer to what is wrong but it is thought that she may have an inflamed stomach and bowel.  We hope that's all... as it can be managed with diet and vitamins.  

A course of fluids, B12 shot and some meds to settle the tummy and a new food seemed to settle her down and she was allowed to come home the next day.  Close monitoring, weekly B12 shots, daily tummy meds and her new food seem to be working.  

Her follow-up this past Friday was good...  she gained back most of what she'd lost, is not throwing up, gets tummy meds every other morning until the bottle is finished and gets one more B12 shot with close monitoring over the next 5 weeks until her next checkup.

Despite all this she is still a wily old girl... and gives Grammy a run for her money as they say.   Anticipating the morning syringe she hovers where she has multiple escape routes and hiding places.  On the morning Grammy only feed her she settles quickly to eat... and has a hearty appetite.  The in-between days she scoots, slinks and scampers around the condo to avoid the inevitable meds.  By the time Grammy wins the contest, and she always does, eventually... both are exhausted.  It's a good thing that giving her breakfast has to wait an hour.  Grammy collapses into her chair, Whiskers into her tent and both take a much needed nap.   

Sweetie and I await our breakfast until we can all enjoy it together...with mummy. The boys, on the other hand, DO NOT WAIT.  Those pork chops, especially RONDO howl and wail and moan until Grammy puts out their breakfasts.  I swear they don't even taste their food as they inhale it.  They so lack the finer graces of Sweetie, mummy and me... well, maybe Sweetie and me.  Mummy eats voraciously too. *giggles*

So, what does all this have to do with Knitting?  Well, with everything that's been going on - Grammy's injuries and healing, Sweetie's teeth and mummy Whiskers' upset - Grammy has been home more than usual and yet, hasn't been knitting as much as she was.  The old dear only managed to read on-line books as a distraction for most of the time but finally picked up one of her projects and actually finished knitting it.  Wow!  We are impressed.  She now has a nice blue sweater for autumn. She's working on another - a white V-neck pullover - but needs two measurements before she can complete it... and awaits those from the person for whom it is being made.   

Dare we tell you how many other projects are started and not completed?   Here goes... another sweater, a shrug, a scarf, a shawl, and a pair of socks...oh and a remake of a pair of slippers.   ALL items starting with the letter S... What's with that?  This isn't so bad.  REALLY! Actually, the list is getting smaller as she works her way through them...  What motivates her?  The long list of things she still wants to make and won't start until these in-process items are completed.

Well, friends.  That's all for this week... slim pickins, I'm afraid but we'll post Grammy's sweater below... it awaits buttons, but the right ones which Grammy hasn't found yet.  The search goes on... for them.

Comments are welcomed. Especially if funny, sweet or cute like me.​

By Sweetie, youngest mischief maker and blogger

Good Monday morning, dear friends.

We were at a loss as to what to write this fine morning.  Since it is our Civic Holiday I felt it was also our civic duty to produce a blog... short though it may be.  

We are going to 'out' Grammy on how she finds names for us. Once upon a time it took weeks of thought, research and narrowing down of names.  As time progressed one look and we had a name.  What can we say?  At least, our names fit us however they came about.

We said the blog may be short.... and now it is.  Grammy's fickle finger hit the X and accidentally closed the blog before it was saved.  She lost the bunny and current furry felines portions.  Well, it may be just as well because she went into the archives and what do you know!  There are blogs already written about our names.   But here is the part that didn't delete.  Hope it doesn't bore you. 

When PussPuss (the first furry feline adopted) came along Grammy spent weeks finding a name for her.  Puss Cat, PC, Pork Chop, were a few of the many names tossed around.  Why names with initials P C you ask.  Well, even Grammy isn't sure of the answer (possibly something to do with her early association with personal computers) but it doesn't matter because her name eventually evolved into PussPuss… and remained there for the rest of her life. 

Malcolm, the little black ball of fluff was named after Malcolm X if you can believe it.  Not that Grammy admired the X man or whatever, but both were black and his name was instantaneous the moment Grammy held him in her hand.  There may have been a little influence from a recently published book about a cat and his companion called Malcolm and I. Not sure but very likely!

He was a little duffer only a few months old and recovering from three worm infestations, had a terrible cough from lung worms and had to be medicated and monitored for another week at the vet then a week of meds at home.  But home he came and grateful to be indoors and cared for he became Grammy's love muffin and constant companion for 18 1/2 years.

After PussPuss passed and Grammy heard of another kitty needing rescued from euthanasia she went to visit him.... this long-haired Norwegian Forest Cat look-a-like stole her heart.  A friend who had seen him at the vet suggested Wolfgang or Wolfy pronounced with a 'V' but at first sight he became Montague... a regal name for such a beautiful boy.  As time went on Montague was shortened to Monty but he never lost his royal bearing ... even at his most mischievous. 

For more stories about these three check out Into The Archives under Categories and read the blogs.

Anyone willing to share how your furries were named please leave a comment.  Grammy would love to read them to us.​

by Mousie, cutest little blogger in history *giggles*

Good morning, dear friends.  
Today we are all discombobulated.  Oh, it is a planned upheaval but it is upheaval nevertheless.  As you know life has had its ups and downs chez Mischief and Mayhem Central for a while now.   Well, today is no different.   

Grammy's day now starts an hour earlier to ensure Whiskers has her morning medication an hour before she eats.  This could be given an hour before her evening meal but Grammy's evenings are not usually stable.  She's in, she's out, she's home early or late.  AND she's usually less focused by dinner time... a necessity when trying to control a cantankerous kitty and administer meds by mouth.  At least, the mornings are somewhat more routine and Grammy is fresh... or sort of.

On top of that we are still in flux about Whiskers' health issues... but we are staying positive and hopeful that it is nothing serious.

So, that having been said, why are we discombobulated?  You may not have heard but our ceiling exhaust for laundry and lave died.   Yes, its little heart gave out and it's noisy chatter has gone mute. Sadly!  

Well, maybe not so sadly.  He was, as I said, noisy... like about a gazillion decibels.   BUT the sadly part is, we need a new one and he was very old.  It isn't a simple, pop out one, pop in another.  Oh no!  Unfortunately, the piping is different and other stuff has to be dealt with before our new exhaust fan can be installed.  This entails removing part of the ceiling.  A dirty, messy job.  Contained, but messy.

Due to the mess it'll create, Grammy has had to empty the bathroom and she will be bathroomless for three days.  Yeeeeew!  She's going to be one stinky Grammy!  No shower.  And even worse, no loo!  We just hope she's not planning to use our litter boxes.  NOOOOOOOOO!  That would not be acceptable.   

What's that, Grammy?   Oh Phew!  She has a backup plan... and wonderful neighbours.   Yes, you know that, don't you!  We have the most amazing neighbours.  In fact, our gem of a neighbour has opened her home to the old girl AND has offered to and is getting a few groceries for Grammy today too.   Talk about a kind, thoughtful lady.  We love her.  

Now you ask what has that got to do with lemons and lemonade?  Well, fan dying is the lemon, of course.  BUT...

Grammy took the opportunity to go through everything in the bathroom, discard what had expired, is no longer used, was superfluous to our lives, well, her life actually .... and it was a lot more than you'd think. Amazing how much you accumulate over the years. How could anyone have thought Grammy was a minimalist?  Not really... She's just tidy and keeps only essentials out but the stuff is/was there... in the cupboards.

So, when the work is finished we will encourage her to do a second go-through and purge some more before putting everything away.  Once back together it'll be like a whole new place.  Clean, fully functional and amazingly ordered.  Lemonade. 

Now where will we be during all of this?  We'll be confined to the bedroom, door closed, kitty door latched during the day and allowed to roam free once Mr Contractor Guy departs.  In other words, at night.  Not the best of scenarios but as Grammy says... it's a must!  Otherwise, Sweetie will be out there supervising and Rondo and Etude will be getting underfoot.  We cannot have that.  

So, I'm off to get some of that delicious lemonade.  See you.

​Comments are welcomed.  Keep them cute, like me.  Okay? 

by Rondo, the handsome, debonair poet

Well, dear friends... we have returned.  Sweetie wished to post today's blog but we decided she'd better wait until she's used up some of her pent up energy so I, Rondo am bard and blogger of the day. 

You ask why she has so much energy?   That's what we thought you asked. 

As you know she had some dental issues and had to have all but her incisors and fangs removed.  And due to the state of her mouth she must have been in pain, though she never complained. As a result, it was a shock to Grammy when they were at the annual vettie appointment and she saw her poor wee gums all swollen and red.

Well, she had been quieter, less bouncy, less mischievous, but we all thought she was settling down now that she's almost seven and a half years old.   You know... like we boys settled down and are now much more mature, dignified and less rambunctious.  

What do you mean, Grammy?  That doesn't describe us?  Of course it does.  Where have you been?  La-la land?  Oh yes, that's right, you have been in a state, you old thing.  Hush now!

Well, now that the wee darling - that's Sweetie, not the old girl - is feeling better and her gums have healed and she doesn't have to take anymore yucky meds she has returned to kittenhood.  I swear it!  She has!  Grammy tries to work on the computer, read, knit and where is she?  Right in her lap demanding attention or knocking things off the table or biting things. 

WHY, in the last couple of days computer mouse, nail clippers, file, tv remote and half a dozen other remotes the old girl keeps nearby have all either landed on the floor or been systematically carried off to be batted around the room.  Luckily, Grammy caught her before the coffee cup took a flying leap into oblivion.  And this time she wasn't trying to drink the brew, she was showing her distain for the meager dregs Grammy'd left for her to ingest.

And last night Grammy had to close the window part way!  Why on such a lovely evening, you ask?  Well, the little scamp found a small tear in the screen, had worked a bit of the wire loose and was yanking on it with her newly healed gums.... Now it's large enough for those pesky no-seeums to fly through without even catching their wings on the wire...  

OH, right!  I forgot, Etude.  Add it to Grammy's to-do list.   Fix Screen.  No, no-seeums allowed indoors.  Oh wait!  Let them in.  That'll give us things to chase that the old girl cannot see and she'll think the moths are back... Oh, such fun.  Strike it from the list!  

Sorry, friends.  So back to the woeful tale of Sweetie and her misbehaving.  Not only does she toss things and tear things but now she's biting our ears... Etude's and mine. Well, not quite biting them, gumming them, sort of... as she doesn't have many teeth left. 

Oh, there she goes again.  What now, Grammy???  She's trying to get us to exercise and chase her?  Huh!  Who knew?  Well, not us, obviously.  

Why would we need to exercise?  We got the clean bill of health at the vettie.   Oh shush!  I don't remember hearing the vettie say WE needed more exercise.  I'm sure of it. Did you, Etude?  

No, I thought not.   Well, Grammy, the vettie asked YOU about exercise... and you told her you get lots of exercise waving our wands and throwing and retrieving our toys... Nothing in there about us!  I'm sure of it.

Well, this is about Sweetie, so once again, I say, SHUSH!  

So, friends.   That Sweetie, she's getting into all sorts of trouble now her teeth are gone and her gums are better.  We, that's Etude and I, try to set a good example.  We snooze all day, only wake up to eat or get snuggles from the old girl.. oh and to … you know... eliminate. *aside R whispers to Etude* We won't mention us taking turns pouncing on Sweetie and biting her neck.  No, that's not important.   

That Sweetie is surely a slow learner.   Sheesh, life is tough.  Don't ya know it!  

A little brightener for your day.... from the bard of M&M Central himself. 

Sweetie

Sweet Cecily’s her name but she goes by Sweetie
Her bones are strong but not too meatie.
Feisty she is, she’s like a colt
Long legs she has and she loves to bolt
From bed to floor to wall to rack
She scares us when on Grammy’s back
She pounces, then with a toss
Of sail-sized ears she’s off
To adventures only in her head
And when she’s done she hits her bed.
A snooze, for that is all it is
Before she starts to skim and whizz
Past others scattered ‘neath our roof
She chases flick’ring lights and floof
To parts unknown they scatter far
Afraid of Sweetie, our feisty star.

originally published February 26, 2018

Comments are welcomed... and especially if full of mischief.
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by Mousie, nurse and companion,

Good morning, dear friends.  
As you all know, we had our annual physicals with Dr Whitecoat a few weeks ago and all is well for everyone except Sweetie... 

Last Thursday Sweetie went back for dental surgery to address her extensive gum disease.  Well, Grammy and she weren't happy but resigned themselves to the trek. It took an extra hour to get there which was horrendous in the heat.  Travel to the border of the city was no issue but the bus from there to the vet was 40 minutes delayed... They barely got there before the Animal Hospital closed for the night. 

Surgery went ahead Friday morning.  Sweetie had all remaining teeth removed except her canines and incisors… and they say she'll be on soft food for the rest of her life.  Imagine!  That would be great... though I, Mousie, do love my crunchies too.

So, I wonder if we should re-weigh her now that she's had 8 more teeth out. Lighter?  No!  Grammy saw the teeth, they were appalling! Doctor said they were filled with cavities and hard to remove. They'd break apart.  So, it took more excavating than originally expected - 30-60 minutes ended up being 60-90 minutes and they needed every second of those 90 minutes.  Poor wee Sweetie.  

​Good news is she still has her fangs and her incisors so her photo sessions will look normal.

Friday Grammy picked her up with medications and instructions and a dear lady named Kelly drove them home again.  What a blessing that was.

Sweetie is for the most part, cooperative taking her meds with food... but for the first day or so, was wobbly and a little spaced out.  Now she's more herself.  

Mummy Whiskers and I are keeping her company while she heals...

Now, Grammy wondered if kitty dentures might be the order of the day... but knowing how she can barely handle her own we think not!  *Giggles*

Now, on to another topic.  

How is everyone holding up in this heat?   We've been trying to exercise Grammy - you know... for her health... but she refuses to chase the red dot and it's too hot to wave the feathers on a wand so until this heat eases up we are all going for major R&R&E.... Rest, Relaxation and Eating.  Yes.    

Have a great day, friends.  See you next week.

Comments, especially cheeky ones are welcomed.