by Mousie, chronicler of Mischief and Mayhem.
Good afternoon, dear friends.
And so, mischief ensues... Yes, I know this is a surprise to you, dear readers, since we are all well-behaved, gentlecats. But, it does.
A little background here...
Yesterday Grammy's neighbour, the gem we've spoken of in the past, brought groceries once again. She is such a dear, sweet young woman. Grammy heard the knock at the door... a tiny wee knock.
It was her youngest daughter knocking, we think. Camille! When Grammy opened the door there she was with sister Evangeline and mummy standing on the opposite side of the hall. Groceries were passed to Grammy and while she stood inside they chatted for a moment and 'what to her wondering eyes' did Grammy see?
RONDO - The resident scaredy cat sauntered nonchalantly past Grammy looked down the hall, then wandered out a few paces! Everyone stood there in shock! He's never shown an interest in going out until this week. When Grammy set the recycling bag outside the door a few days ago he peeked past her ankle but stayed on the inside of the threshold. This time he actually walked a few steps down the hall, turned around and howled at Grammy in disgust.
I think he was looking for food. Since there wasn't any inside he thought maybe he'd have better luck with the neighbours. Well, when that didn't pan out he stomped back inside past Grammy snorting in disgust. I think he said something like, 'you got groceries, so where are ours?' He does have a point!
Sweetie spends a lot of her time on the window ledges watching the neighbours. She relays her observations to the rest of us ad nauseum... but at least it keeps her amused and we cats can ignore that which we don't want to attend to... as you well know.
We kitties are a little tired of having Grammy home 24/7. She constantly photographs us... in the litter box (embarrassing), sleeping, eating, being cute. It's a bit much. But then, on the other hand, we do like the extra cuddles and snuggles. So, we take the good with the bad. But we are giving Grammy a lot of cheek in return.
Now that Spring has arrived we are getting into the spirit of it and romping around the condo, bouncing off walls and furniture and when Grammy's napping, off her too. We love to startle her awake with a, "Oomph! What was that?"
We have the best fun when she picks up the camera. She grabs it to take videos of us racing around chasing imaginary critters or chatting with her and we immediately settle down to nap. No way is she going to capture us getting into mischief. We know she'd hold it over us and demand bribes. She's incorrigible.
Well, dear friends. That's all for this week. Enjoy the slideshow below. Our latest photoshoot. *giggles*
Comments are welcomed.
by Whiskers, Matriarch of Mischief
Good morning, dear friends,
Grammy had one of her rare, and we mean few and far between, almost sleepless nights. Well, what do you expect when you nap in your chair all afternoon, Grammy?
Fortunately, she hadn't disturbed our sleep through the day - which happens more often than not - so we got our requisite 18 hours in. As a result we three, Mousie, Sweetie and I, Whiskers, kept her company through the wee hours.
Where were the boys, you say? We left them sleeping in the bedroom, Etude under the duvet, Rondo in the marshmallow bed and tippy-toed out to join Grammy on her armchair. She was in it, we were on it, Sweetie and Mousie on the arms and I in her lap as is my due as Matriarch of this motley crew.
At first we thought we'd just snuggle with her and purr her to sleep. That didn't work! The old girl had her nose in a 12th century historical novel full of intrigue and murder and was nearing the end. Eyes wide, reading voraciously there was no way she was going to settle down too quickly. At least until the end of the book. So, we gave up that idea hunkered down and had a wee nap in her lap, draped over her elbow, snuggled against her shoulder and waited her out.
BUT, as soon as she set that book down we were alert and ready to go. Not often we girls get to have a natter without masculine interference. This was a treat and we were taking full advantage. Coffee pot had been brewing so we poured her a cup, dressed it the way she likes and set it before her. After a sip she said, "So, what would you like to chat about girls?"
We were so excited the questions just tumbled out our mouths. They were coming so fast Grammy was having difficulty answering them all.
Are boy cats really made of puppy dog tails? Yewww, That's gross. Did you know caterpillar hearts are long and thin and run perpendicular to their length? Why can't Whiskers eat Mousie's food? Why are the boys bullies? Do you love girl kitties best? You don't? Equally? Huh! Can we get another girl kitty? Why is your bed so small? Is kitty poop precious? Why do you scoop and bag it then? Where does it go? Can I have a treat? Can we sell the boys? What is the meaning of life? Why are bananas yellow? Why is your hair grey? Why don't kitties turn grey when they get old? How old are you really? Who's Methuselah? Why is our food in tins but you have to cook yours? Can we taste your food?
Finally Grammy's eyes glazed over, coffee forgotten and dozed off. Mission accomplished.
Have a wonderful day, friends and Stay home, Wash your hands and Don't touch your face.
Comments are welcomed.
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.
Five Cats, Five Personalities, One Goal - Mischief & Mayhem.