by Rondo, poet and choirmaster.
HELLO, dear readers. HERE I am... ready to tackle the letter H. HOPE it goes well, though why shouldn't it? As poet and choirmaster I HAVE been leading this choir for years. This year I HAVE HIGH HOPES for the HENS and chick who live in the HOOD.
HAVING posted posters asking the neighbourhood finches, HOUSE sparrows and their cousins the HARRIS' sparrows, nuthatches, HUMMINGBIRDS, red-winged blackbirds to join our choir we are still a little short on the deeper voices. Etude refused to be the only tenor in the choir so I HOPPED the transit down to the waterfront and invited the HORNED grebe and the HERON in the marshes and considered the HAWKS since we need some bass voices. You may relax. We asked them to sign agreements that food sources would not include members of the choir or their families. Even then I have been a little HESITANT and on my guard.
Mr. HAWK and HIS family were a reluctant but acquiesced, assured us they would HUNT further abroad because it would be an HONOUR to be in the choir. WOW! An HONOUR! Who'd HAVE thought?
And so, we have our choir... and what a treat. Now, every morning through spring, summer and autumn we gather on the window ledge, inside and out, at the crack of dawn to sing our HEARTS out as the sun rises above the HORIZON! *Giggles* Grammy isn't so HAPPY to be wakened from her nightly HORIZONTAL HIBERNATION. But what fun to torment HER. Of course, once HER HEART returns to a normal beat she can lay back and enjoy our HEAVENLY singing. *Giggles again* It is such fun to HARASS the old girl.
And now, just a little repost of a poem from last year.
April in the City
The leaf it buds upon the tree
It makes me hum; I feel such glee
That snow is spent; now grasses grow
Amid the flowers, a verdant show.
Outdoors I’ll be in spirit, though
For in big city we cats don’t go
Beyond the sill and window pane
It isn’t safe so we home remain.
But there we listen with deep intent
To birds a-singing, We are content
To watch them soar as they go past
Delighting in their joy. Spring, at last!
© Whiskers, Mouse, Sweetie, Etude & Rondo - Mischief and Mayhem Central
Published originally in blog posted April 30, 2018
So dear friends... on that note I'm calling it a wrap...
We love to hear your comments... especially if they are funny or better yet, HILARIOUS HUMDINGERS!
by Whiskers, Matriarch of Mischief and Social Butterfly
Good evening, Friends.
This is going to be a short blog this week. Grammy isn't up to taking a long dictation or doing a lot of thinking or mental gymnastics.
We are going to share photos of the three members of Mischief and Mayhem Central who have passed on. They are PussPuss, Grammy's first kitty, Malcolm who was adopted to keep PussPuss company, and Montague aka Monty who was adopted after PussPuss passed when we found out he needed a home and Malcolm was lonely.
PussPuss arrived as a 14 month old mischief when she needed to be rehomed. She chose Grammy by tapping her on the shoulder and meowing. She demanded to be adopted and taken home INSTANTLY! Once there she settled in quickly at Grammy's apartment and spent the rest of her years getting into a lot of mischief some of which you can read about in the series Into the Archives.
Malcolm was adopted about a year later to keep PussPuss company while Grammy's job took her on the road. While Malcolm loved his big sister, PussPuss was less enamoured of the little black squirt. That didn't stop him from snuggling up to her when she was snoozing. But, when Grammy was home Malcolm clung to her. He loved to be held, cuddled, danced around the room and played with. He was full of mischief too. There were times Grammy couldn't find him. He'd tuck himself in amongst the LPs and books on various shelves and blend in to his surroundings. He'd give Grammy such a scare... and would have this little mischievous smile when she finally found him as if to say... fooled you, Grammy.
Malcolm lived to well into his 18th year... was blind for the last three years. He adapted so well to it that it was quite a while before Grammy clued in. AND despite his blindness he never had an accident but... In his latter years he often howled at night, possibly disoriented/lost in the condo. But as soon as he heard Grammy's voice he'd join her and settle down for the rest of the night. Sweet Malcolm. Read more about Malcolm in another Into the Archives post.
Malcolm and Grammy missed PussPuss when she passed but didn't realize how much until they brought another needy kitty home. That sweet boy was Montague, aka Monty. He'd been left at his vet's practice with instructions to euthanize him. The vet in all conscience couldn't do that with such a young, gentle and sweet cat. Word got to Grammy who went to see him, immediately adopted him and brought him home.
Monty had his issues... the result of a bullying kitty sibling in his previous home. It took a few months but eventually he overcame his fears and his behaviours. Grammy attributes that to Malcolm's super laidback nature and Grammy's soft reassuring voice... allowing him to relax and realize there was nothing to be afraid of.
Unfortunately, he passed young from a heart defect... but his last 18 months were happy, mischievous and filled with love. Monty had the softest coat, the sweetest disposition and was the cheekiest of the three kitties. You can read more about Monty here.
So dear friends, I hope you enjoyed this look into the distant past.
Comments are welcomed... especially if they are funny, mischievous and/or cute.
by Etude (aka Mr Attitude, aka Pinky, aka FuzzyBritches)
Friends, we thought we would be generous and give the ol' girl a break considering. So we went back into the archives to our first blog... and decided to share it with you once again. This is the blog that started off all our nonsensical writings. ENJOY!
Does anybody know what Moth day is? Well, let me tell those of you who don't know and for those who do I want to have a commiseration pity party – but someone else will have to host it because the stench around here is unbearable despite the windows being opened to the winter chill.
Today was Moth Day at our house!! I shall always remember October 1, 2014 as MOTH DAY for the rest of my remaining 8 lives – yes 8, for my siblings and I all lost a life today, I’m sure. It was and is horrible, worse than horrible. It was down right NASTY.
Here's the background story...
Grammy has arthritis and used to (note the used to) sit on sheepskins to ease the pain. Well, two sheepskins, 2 chairs, 1 Grammy and one preferred chair lead to one chair and 1 sheepskin not used for about a bazillion years. That was a mistake let me tell you. Never leave a sheepskin unoccupied or idle for more than a day. Keep it busy! Give it homework, sums, memory work, anything but don’t let it idle. An idle sheepskin will get up to unspeakable mischief. Yes, lambs may be innocent, sheep may be innocent but those skins... not a chance...
A moth, well, it might have been a host of moths but all it would take is one moth ventured into our condo and selected the unoccupied sheepskin to lay its clutch of eggs! The moth man told Grammy they only lay up to 400 eggs in their lifetime, but we can attest to that being inaccurate – more like a million, possibly a terrabillion.
Grammy didn't notice this moth (they are sneaky little beings, quiet as field mice, actually quieter. They are quiet as moths, yep. Interesting isn’t it... a moth is a quiet as a moth. Now how’s that for logic?) Well, back to the story...
Those lucky little eggs hatched into larva which feasted on the sheepskin. Then they mutated, or maybe it was rotated, or it could be they agitated into more moths and they, being unaware and having a perfect food source right there in the sheepskin continued to procreate ad infinitum. That means forever... may not be spelt correctly but you get the drift.
Finally, one of the wee beasties being an adventurous Indiana Jones sort ventured out, discovered a brave new world and returned to tell his buddies of the great outdoors of Mischief & Mayhem Central. That’s all it took. Out came Indiana Moth and the others followed – the great Moth exodus. How wonderful! Flitting here, flitting there doing their mothy things. Delightful!
Well, that was the point when we entered the picture.
Grammy suddenly noticed us doing strange things, bouncing off walls, waving paws in the air and chasing the invisible. At first she said, Oh isn’t that cute! They’re playing. It’s so nice to see them entertain themselves. And her nose returned to her book, her knitting or her computer. And, this went on for days, weeks, maybe even a lifetime – well, definitely a lifetime of a moth when suddenly a friend said, Oh, I see a moth!! WHAT? WHERE? No, you’re hallucinating! Well, she wasn’t! Those moths had been having a grand ol’ time and so had we! But, let Grammy figure it out we were staying out of this one.
Scooting her friend out the door with a See ya! Don’t believe ya, but just to appease ya, I’ll check the house! and the great Moth Hunt began...
Now, Grammy’s a neat freak! Vacuums regularly! Scoops litter twice a day! Makes her bed! Dishes in the dishwasher! Clothing goes where clothing belongs – in closets and drawers with said closets and drawers closed... None of this throw it on a chair stuff, because she knows five furry felines will gravitate to and vie for that one piece of clothing that isn’t hung or put away and layer it with a coating of fur and a dollop of scent gland before you can say, Jack Robinson. BUT, Grammy had neglected to attend to the unused chair. But, to be fair, why would she? ... it’s unused!
Well, Grammy vacuumed, washed the floors, dusted the already dusted bookshelves, did her usual clean and NOTHING! Nary a moth! Then, quite by accident, well maybe not accident (should I say, serendipity), she decided to vacuum the chair she used and thought, maybe whilst she’s at it, just for good measure she should do the same to the other. Out came the chair from under the table and bingo! There right under her nose those little beasties were active in their sheepskin nest... procreating, incubating, eating and pupating right before her eyes. NASTY!
Out came the green garbage bags! In went the thought-to-be unused sheepskin. Of course, it had been used but unbeknownst to us. In went the beknownst in-use sheepskin. AND in came the paranoia! Major paranoia! Everything not washable and/or suspected of hosting even a single moth, egg, larva or pupa followed the sheepskins into the bag. Out went the bag and a second bag. And just to be sure, out went the two old rickety chairs.
So now we’ve had the great Moth exodus, followed by the great furniture and fabric exodus. What next? Well, the paranoia continued. Each and every book was removed from the bookshelves – and we’re talking a bazillion books. Each and every book was vacuumed; covers and spines were washed and dried. Once the bookcases were emptied, they got scrubbed front and back, inside and out. Next the walls behind and floors beneath were scrubbed too until the whole living-room was scrubbed top down!
This marathon of paranoia continued to bottoms of sofa, armchair, hassocks, dressers and closets. Yes, closets were emptied, every bit of fabric, towels, bedding, clothing washed, dried and all stored in vacuum packed plastic. Cupboards, kitchen and bath, not an item was overlooked. So, now those moths were licked! Or were they? Just to be sure all the bases were covered... Grammy set up clothing moth traps. Done! Paranoia on hold, have a cuppa joe and relax.
For two weeks all was quiet on the M&M front when one night while reading her book Grammy was suddenly distracted. Something had skittered past her nose! No, it wasn’t the nightly Sweetie doing her leap arm-to-arm-across-the-sofa training! Much smaller. MUCH smaller! What could it be? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! There in the moth trap – a single solitary moth! The paranoia resurfaced! Where there’s one... there’s a potential for a terrabillion.
Imagine Grammy’s plight! What to do, how to conquer this foe? ... so, the marathon began again. Another massive search was on for the source but unfortunately none was found. Over the next few weeks more moths congregated and met their demise in the moth traps. Despite everything she done there was no other option... it was down to... call THE MOTH EXTERMINATOR. And ... this is how we lost one of our nine lives. NASTY!
Yesterday, Grammy began surreptitiously preparing for THE MOTH EXTERMINATOR due to his imminent arrival. (Note that 'surreptitiously prepared' means while we’re stuffing our faces and too busy to notice.) A few extra kitty carriers were removed from the closet and assembled. Snuggly blankets were placed in each. A doggie cage was set up on the balcony. Bathmats readied to line the bottom and two litter boxes lined with fleecy blankets ( we use these as beds) were also set by the balcony door. Well, carriers are always around – Grammy keeps a couple open and lined in fleece or fluffy towels for our snoozing pleasure – so when we’d finished eating and noticed them we thought nothing of it. That is, until this morning.
Suddenly, a coffee under her belt, Grammy went into Ninja mode... not Ninja Turtle but Ninja Hare mode. She picked me up. I thought – oh boy, cuddle time, but noooo. I got whipped out into the surreptitiously prepared doggie cage on the balcony... like a sack of potatoes... dumped in the open air. I could have died from exposure! Next, Rondo, poor fellow.... the same thing! Whipped into her arms and whisked outside, squirming (gotta love the boy for trying!) while Grammy opened the cage door to toss him in. In the ensuing turmoil – Whoopee! I escaped back into the condo. But poor Ronny... stuck in an open air cage on a frosty (60°F.) Wednesday morning, with nothing to keep him warm – well almost nothing... only two snuggly litter boxes with nothing but fleece liners in them. How will he survive this? Will he be scarred for life?
Then the Grammy/Etude chase was on... behind the bed, under the end of the bed, into the livingroom... it was great fun though I don’t think Grammy was enjoying herself much. Let my guard down for a moment and suddenly I was scooped and tossed into a carrier, door closed and a big sigh of relief – no, not from me, from Grammy. I howled as loudly as I could... You must have heard it! The desk sergeant left his post to come out of the police station a block over to check on the sonic boom. Fortunately, he’s a little hard of hearing and couldn’t pinpoint the direction of the sound but he sure felt the vibrations. Not only into the carrier but unceremoniously dumped on the balcony! NASTY – About to die of exposure, again! Then suddenly – a blackout. Blankets thrown over our cage and carrier – supposedly to keep the draft off, but more likely to hide the horrors to follow.
Now where were the girls during all this? Sweetie was playing! Can you imagine it? Not one ounce of concern for our plight... and Mouse – snoozing on the chair. Such caring, sweet sisters! NOT! Little did they realize... yes, they too were being banished to the balcony but did they fuss? Nooooo! Grammy picked up Mouse, put her in the carrier and closed the door...not a peep, not a squirm, not a wiggle! Harrumph! At least Sweetie howled... gotta give her that, but again, picked up and set in the carrier and the two of them, Sweetie and Mouse plunked above Ronny in the great outdoors, carriers wrapped in blankets and left to freeze to death.
And that left Whiskers, old, plodding, stodgy Matriarch of Mischief. Shouldn’t be a problem! The old dear! Haha! Did she give Grammy a run for her money or what! You had to be there! It was priceless! I’ve never known either old stick to move so quickly in all my 3 years. Into the bedroom, under the bed, move the bed, under a chair, move the chair... caught... into the carrier. No! Feet splayed and one good wiggle and she was free again. Back into the bedroom Whiskers disappeared... livingroom, bedroom, repeat exercise three or four times until she eluded Grammy completely! Well, almost. Grammy found her hunkered down between the sofa and bookcase with no escape except past Grammy herself. This time Grammy outsmarted her, tucked the tail under and lifted her butt and set her in through the top hatch of the carrier, slammed the lid and DONE! The fifth furry dumped and covered on the balcony with moments to spare before the arrival of THE MOTH EXTERMINATOR.
So there we were howling to the neighbours for assistance, plotting our escapes if only we had had opposable digits and feeling betrayed. Grammy joined us, chair, folding table, phone, iPad, kitty treats and she had the gall to chat at us as though all was right with the world! Could we be bribed with treats? NO! Not a chance! Well, maybe! Oh, alright then, if I must I’ll eat them... but only because you insist, and I won't be happy about it!
The only one in all this kerfuffle unaffected by the mayhem – Mouse – our timid, afraid of her own shadow, doesn’t like change Mouse! She nibbled her treats, looked around in interest at all the activity and even ogled THE MOTH EXTERMINATOR.
I tell you after days, okay, a bazillion hours, well, maybe it was a couple of hours waiting for the stink to dissipate we were allowed back inside... but the windows are open to the winter chill, the stink persists and we’re living in it. But at least we are indoors.
No more outdoor adventures for me, thank you very much!
That whole exercise has taken one of each of our nine. NASTY! ... and we think maybe a couple of decades off Grammy as well. Now, let’s hope this is the end of the moths... because if it isn’t Rondo and I are searching for a new family to rule. Anyone out there with a moth free home? Harrumph!
Comments are welcomed. Let's keep them moth free and funny.
by Whiskers, Mouse, Sweetie, Etude and Rondo.
GOLLY GOSH, GRAMMY has GROWN weary. Sorry, we had a hard time finding a word fitting to describe tired starting with the letter G. *GIGGLES* but let us tell you. The old GIRL is dragging her GIRTH today. Now that doesn't sound as much fun as butt, but, hey. What can we say? We GOT to use a G-word. And that's what this is about.
GRAMMY had a GREAT Saturday attending the Knitter's GUILD yarn fest...The Knitter's Frolic with a GIRLFRIEND. Not only did she wander through the site checking out the beautiful yarns, accessories and such, she volunteered on the admissions desk for a couple of hours too. Now we must admit, she resisted spending and limited herself to one skein of yarn to make herself a lap blanket to keep her upper legs warm when she is sitting and it is GORGEOUS. We can hardly wait to try it out, though we overheard her say when we are on her lap it won't be. Yeah, sure! Try and stop us. *GIGGLES*
Sunday was equally wonderful (or more so, if that's possible) with visits from niece and GREAT-neice. They drove down from north of Midland (in the GREAT Canadian Shield) for the day, attended church with her, and took GRAM out to a favourite eating spot for lunch and a long visit before heading back. The three of them were celebrating a special occasion but that is all we'll say about that. What an awesome time it was.
Before heading back to GRAVENHURST (or its vicinity) they dropped GRAMMY off at another GIRLFRIEND's place where she visited, napped and knitted before they both attending evening church and listened to an amazing missionary preach. It was GLORIOUS, according to GRAMMY. She loves her friends, family and church and counts each and every one as a blessing in her life.
Today GRAMMY is GETTING her eyes tested. About time! She's been squinting to read, GETS tired quickly and hasn't updated her GOGGLES for four or five years. GOSH GOLLY! It's about time!
Please forgive us for making this short. GRAMMY has a busy day - teaching this afternoon and GETTING a vitamin jab in her arm before coming back to GREET us, feed us GOOD food and GIVE us cuddles and kisses and all the GRAND things in life.
GRAMMY put together the following photo GROUPINGS for you to enjoy.
Comments are welcomed. Of course, funny, sweet or hilarious are preferred.
by Rondo, Friend to Frodo
Good morning, FRIENDS. Isn't today FANTASTIC?
Not sure I can do as FABULOUSLY as Etude in his last blog but I shall put my best FOOT FORWARD and FORGE ahead. Well, actually I'll be putting my paw FORWARD since we cats have paws, which gives me pause. Why are our FEETSIES called paws but FOLKS have FEET? Can anyone explain? And while I'm at it, why do people have two hands and two FEET but we have FOUR paws - two FOREPAWS and two hindpaws but they are all FOUR paws? Or better yet, why aren't peoples' hands called FOREFEET or their FEET called hind hands? I'm FLUMMOXED!
Well that'll give us all something to FOCUS on other than FOOD.. although just as Eating is Etude's passion FOOD is mine. I bet you are surprised to FIND that out. Of course you are. And while I'm on this topic let me correct Etude's statement that I sing for my FEAST in the key of E FLAT. I sing in the key of F natural when I'm FAMISHED and F sharp when I'm near to FAINTING FROM FOOD deprivation. These are very distinct sounds. Of course, Etude, not being musical would be less than knowledgeable about the distinction between E FLAT and F Flat so we must FORGIVE him FOR being FOGGY minded on that topic. (Just for a little extra FUN - go to a piano keyboard and check out E sharp and F natural. *giggles*)
Okay, now on to other FAVOURED F words. How about FOUNTAIN, FIRESIDE and FEATHERBED or FABRICATE, FICTION and FIASCO? Well, I think I'll begin with FOUNTAIN, FIRESIDE and FEATHERBED... all of which are FOUND in our home. We have two FOUNTAINS FROM which to quench our thirst and multiple FEATHERBEDS to FLOP on while being mesmerized by the FIRE crackling in the FIREPLACE on our television. Now that is FABULOUS, don't you think? The other three words I'll address near the end... so stay FOCUSED.
While we're at it... two more of my FAVOURITES are FRIENDS and FAMILY. Well, FROM our list of FRIENDS of whom there are many, a FEW of those of the F crowd are FRODO and FAMILY of Many Claws in St. Croix and Da FLUFFAROONIEZ - the whole crew. These two groups have been our FRIENDS FOR it seems like FOREVER. FRODO is our buddy who FLITS around the Virgin Islands on his Hoverboard FORAGING FOR FRANKLINS to pay for FUEL to FLY his plane on our adventures to FARAWAY places. OKAY, he and his FAMILY are our FRIENDS and he hoverboards and FLIES a plane but the part about FRANKLINS was stuff and nonesense... aka FOOLISHNESS. Suffice it to know that he and his family are our dear FRIENDS and we love their FLUFFINESSES into FOREVER.
Da FLUFFAROONIEZ the aforementioned crew, FORM a chorus and FOR many years have been FOUND visiting FACEBOOK pages and singing their FAVOURITE song of the week and greeting each of us with a descriptive adjective similar to 'hope your week is FABULOUS or FANTASTIC or FANTASMAGORICAL or even FENOMENAL (**Teehee**) I had to throw that in there but of course the correct spelling is phenomenal. FOOLED you! While I'm here I'd like to say, we miss the Da FLUFFS as we called them and their weekly visits... but we understand the situation and are just happy they continue to post though it may be in a different FORMAT. Oh, we have it on good authority they'll be back in May. FANTABULOUS!
Okay, let's stop and go back a little here. You remember I mentioned FRODO FORAGED FOR FRANKLINS? Well, for those who live outside of the USA FRANKLINS are $100 bills - the currency with Benjamin FRANKLIN on them. AND who is this FRANKLIN fellow? Well, he was a FOUNDING FATHER and a statesman amongst other things in the newly FORMED United States of America. He invented the FRANKLIN stove, the lightning rod, bi-FOCAL glasses and wrote articles on many subjects.
Our FAVOURITE would be his essay FART PROUDLY, about FLATULENCE which he penned while Ambassador to FRANCE. Now that is FUNNY! The FRENCH might say FORMIDABLE! Please forgive me if I've made a FAUX PAW here. I'm a Canadian kitty and am not overly FAMILIAR with American history or FRENCH etiquette. And on that note I'd better move on before Grammy has a conniption FIT. This subject hits a little too close to home. FLATULENCE, that is!
So, dear FRIENDS the good news is that I didn't FABRICATE the above discussion on FRANKLIN. It is not a piece of FICTION but is somewhat FARCICAL or rather, his essay is.
Oops FIASCO! Grammy has cottoned onto my windy topic and is FORMIDABLE when she's putout and I'm about to be too, literally.
Comments are welcomed. Keep them FUNNY, FRIENDS.
by Etude, Eloquent Entertainer.
Good morning, dear friends.
It is time for one of the male persuasion to write... and since my name starts with E and I'm full of ENERGY I have decided to ELUCIDATE on the fifth letter of the alphabet. I'm EXCITED and ECSTATIC about it. You? Of course you are! EXACTLY!
But first... let me introduce myself and ESTABLISH a few facts thus ELEVATING your knowledge of me as well as ENDEARING myself to you, our ENTHUSIASTIC, ENERVATED readers. I'm a cat... and an EDUCATED and EXQUISITE one at that.
Now, I don't want you to think I'm EGOTISTICAL. I'm not. In fact, I'm rather EASY. Not EASY as in … well, you know but EASY-going. I love to cuddle... that is.. I love to EMBRACE Grammy's arm with my fuzzy, ELONGATED paws and stare into her EYES adoringly. This is my way of ENSURING Grammy loves me ENTIRELY and usually ELICITS 'ooohs' and 'awwwws' and return snuggles. I must say, when she does this with visitors observing it can be a little EXASPERATING and my usual white and EBONY (more ELEGANT than grey, don't you think?) turns pink with EMBARASSMENT but deep down I love it!
Oh, oh, oh! I've just had an EPIPHANY about the ELEPHANT. In previous blogs animals were discussed. In this one, EVEN though there are many critters with E-names, only one is relevant to me. The ELEPHANT... an ENORMOUS mammal with a long memory. Not much more to say EXCEPT that unlike the ELEPHANT with the long memory I have an ELASTIC one that holds about ELEVEN things at a time. But, when my tummy ELOQUENTLY EXPRESSES an EMPTINESS the brain refocuses to one thing and one thing only. EATING! Yes, my whole being ENCOURAGES me to ELICIT food from Grammy.
How do I do that? I ELOCUTE at the top of my voice. I would like you to know that I learned from my sweet, gentle brother how to ENERGETICALLY EXPRESS my hunger. Rondo is a poet and the choirmaster of the sunrise chorus of birds and siblings... but uses his lungs to the utmost when he is hungry. He EMOTES ENTHUSIASTICALLY.... and it is neither EVOCATIVE nor ELOQUENT like my tummy. Not by a long shot. It is particularly nasty bordering on an EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK more like a shrEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK in the key of E flat.
But, what I've learned from him is that it ELICITS results EXPONENTIALLY so I've adopted and adapted his ESTABLISHED pattern and use it ENTHUSIASTICALLY, ESCALATING until I get results. I do it in E sharp and it works like a charm. Grammy thinks we are naughty, EGREGIOUS which means outstandingly bad, if you can believe it! We prefer the archaic meaning of that word EGREGIOUS which is 'remarkably good'.
<---EXIT stage left.
Sorry, my EMPTY tummy was calling me. But, now that I've EATEN to EXCESS and my tummy is ENGORGED with delicious EDIBLES we can move on to the EXACT topic of the day.
Did you know that the letter E is the most frequently used letter in the ENGLISH language? A study was done by Samuel Morse (1791-1872) the inventor of the Morse Code. In short, he did it by counting the number of letters on printers' plates. I won't ELUCIDATE further on this but if you are interested it is ELOQUENTLY and EFFICIENTLY laid out in the article linked here. ENJOY! It is definitely worth the read to ENTHUSIASTS of ENGLISH.
One last statement. Well, three statements. I do not ELABORATE and EMBELLISH things. EVERY word in this blog is ENTIRELY true. Not one scintilla of EXAGGERATION here.
Comments are welcome. Let's make them ENTERTAINING. ... EXIT stage right. --->
by Sweetie, DEVILISH mischief.
As you must DEVISE, we are working our way through the alphabet and have arrived at our 5th Alphabet Soup blog and 4th letter of said alphabet. So, here we are at D. I'm DELIGHTED to be DESIGNATED blogger today. DELICIOUS and DOWNRIGHT DARING!
So, you all know our Grammy, right? Her name is DOROTHY, an old fashioned name but a name she loves as she was named after two of her mother's best friends and one of them was a DOROTHY. DELIGHTFUL, you say? DECIDEDLY!
Aunt DOROTHY, as she was called, came DOWN the street from her DWELLING every DAY for a week or more to DON an apron and DELVE into DISHES, DUSTING, and other DAILY chores after caring for Grammy and each baby once it arrived home from hospital. This gave Great Grammy, aka Grammy's mommy, a bit of time to rest and adjust to the renewed routine of DIAPERS while still keeping the rest of the DENIZENS of the DOMICILE fed, laundered and the DIGS squeaky clean. This Aunt DOROTHY was a DARLING.
Of course, our DOROTHY, aka Grammy, isn't so DOMESTICATED. She's DELUSIONAL and somewhat DICTATORIAL but DOMESTICATED? NOT! Oh, she keeps our litterboxes DE-LITTERED, DUG-OUT and DREGS DISPOSED of, furniture DUSTED and DISHES scrubbed but falls a little short (you might say DELINQUENT) when DISPENSING our DINNERS. DASTARDLY, DON'T you think? But, now, I'm sure you'll find reading about our DOMESTIC DRUDGERY DREARY so let's take this DISCOURSE in a DIFFERENT DIRECTION.
You may not realize it but I'm having DIFFICULTY DELIVERING words using the letter D so, maybe we can list a DUO of animals of the D persuasion and DREDGE up some ideas. There is the DONKEY considered a DUNCE of animals but let's DEBUNK that idea. DONKEYS are DAPPER, DOMESTIC little hoofers with DAZZLING personalities. Nothing DUMB about them. Another is the DROMEDARY or Arabian camel. It DOESN'T have the DOUBLE hump of the BACTRIAN but is far taller. In fact, it is the tallest of the camel family. DECIDEDLY!
Now a mishmash (had to use that word because no D -word exists. DOGGEREL comes close but this is not poetry) and the closest is a DISCOURSE but mishmash is more DESCRIPTIVE.
Firstly, on the DEFINITION of onomatopoeia, that is, words whose sounds suggest their meaning - DELIGHTFUL words like DRIP, DROP, DING DONG. I know, these are a little lame but the best ones DON'T start with D like sizzle, zap, pow and bop. Those ones to me are truly DIVINE.
Secondly, if you look in the DICTIONARY you will find a gazillion words starting with D and yet my DENSE brain feels DECIDEDLY lacking. Here I am DREDGING up words in the DICTIONARY and still getting a D-. This is DREADFUL, DRASTIC, DRACONIAN even a little DUBIOUS. I think I'll DEPART and return to my DEN to DREAM of DRIPPING water fountains and the DULCET tones of DROWSY, DOZING family members. *Sigh*
In the course of writing this I've gone from DELIGHTED to DEJECTED. That's it for today, DUCKIES.
Comments are always welcomeD.
By Gentle Mousie, Quiet (maybe a little Erudite) Blogger
Good morning friends.
I have decided to QUIT following the QUINTESSENTIAL alphabetical format and take a QUANTUM leap into the latter half of the 26 letters of our alphabet. I can be a little QUIRKY that way. I may be QUIET but I'm also QUICK-witted and I think well-QUALIFIED to write this one as you'll see.
Now, you may disagree with my assessment and think I'm a QUACK but let me QUASH that thought. I have all the QUALIFICATIONS needed to discuss this subject.
Oh, how QUAINT! Now Grammy is QUESTIONING me. Grammy, no need to be in a QUANDRY. Whiskers will QUELL your doubts. She was my guide through the QUAGMIRE of college subjects for a QUADRENNIAL. Yes, I finished my schooling in four years... start to finish. So, no more QUERIES or QUIPS, readers! Let's move along here.
For those who have been following the neverendingly boring tale of the ants you'll be happy to know that it should come to an end by the time this blog is posted. The bug-man had no QUALMS in guaranteeing that the gel he put in strategic places will make the QUEEN and her brood QUEASY. The QUESTING QUORUM of worker ants will have taken their QUOTAS back to the nest where once consumed all will QUIVER as in shrivel up (not to be confused with a QUIVVER of arrows) on QUEUE and die.
Shall we stop QUIBBELING and continue on with our topic of the day? The form of the letter Q is an interesting one. It has a QUEUE at the bottom of its O, just like men of old at the bottom of their pates and like Etude has on the back of his noggin. Check it out in the photo below. Isn't that QUAINT?
And how about that acidic citrusy pear-like fruit, the QUINCE? I've heard that it has a bit of a bite to it and yet they say it is a flavourful preservative. Not sure I'd be too keen on it. It might make me QUEASY. We cats don't like Citrus. But hey, we do like QUICHE - that eggy dish filled with vegetables on a bed of pastry. Yum!
And while we are still on land how about the QUOLL, the catlike carnivorous marsupial with short legs and a white-spotted coat, native to the forests of Australia and New Guinea. Or that geological term QUAQUAVERSAL meaning dipping from a center toward all points of the compass.
Let's leave land and air now and dive into the deep and check out QUAHAUGS... those clams eaten in QUANTITIES by New Englanders until they've each consumed their QUOTA. I hear they bury themselves in the sand (the QUAHAUGS, not the New Englanders). Then, when tides roll out they are plucked from their silica beds and unceremoniously dropped into bubbling-hot cooking pots. Don't you wonder if they QUAKE in their shells when they realize their fate?
So, let's see what other creatures start with the letter Q. There is the QUAIL, kind of a QUASI-partridge. And, another one - the QUETZAL , a bird of Aztec persuasion. If you look closely at my photo above you'll see I was reading about them in the latest QUARTERLY when Sweetie snapped the shot.
Now on to another QUADRANT - we've covered land, sea and air. Next comes way-out-there where there is no air - the realm of QUARKS and QUASARS. Not much more to say about that other than there are many Q words to explain mathematical terms relating to QUANTUM Mechanics but those are out of my realm of expertise.
I think I've dragged this out long enough, don't you? Let me put QUILL to QUIRE and deliver to you a QUATRAIN containing QUOTATION marks before you become QUERULOUS and QUESTION my sanity.
The QUADRAGENARIAN QUAKED, said, "This is QUEER!"
For he just remembered his QUARTERLY rent was due.
In a QUANDRY he combed his QUIFF as he QUAFFED his beer
And QUAVERED, "I don't know what to do."
You might say now that we've reached the end of this blog I was unequivocally QUAQUAVERSAL in my coverage of the letter Q. Then again, you might not. You decide.
Looking forward to your QUESTIONS and/or responses, dear friends.
by Whiskers, Conjurer of C Words,
Well dear Friends. We have had 2 Alphabet Soup blogs both A is for and B is for... and they seem to have been well received. So, now if we follow the alphabetical sequence it is only logical to move on to C but be aware, we may CHANGE it up in future blogs and allow a few to CHARGE on ahead... letters like Q or X or Z... those exciting letters that get little exposure, that CLAIM a position in the latter half of the alphabet, letters which start fewer words than most others. For now, we'll leave them to the future and CONSIDER today's CONSONANT.
Now, I don't CLAIM to be CONSUMMATELY COGNIZANT of all the C words but on CHEWING it over with the other CATS in our CONDO they agreed we don't have to COMPLETELY COVER every C-word in the COMPLETE Oxford English Dictionary. And so, it was CONSIDERED that I should COP a turn writing this COLUMN and here goes...
First and foremost you may be wondering what the situation is with those CREEPY-CRAWLIES of which we've been inundated. Well, the CORPORATION has arranged for the CONTROLLER of Troublesome CRITTERS to take CARE of the CONCERN on Tuesday - that is tomorrow. We hope that they will CONK out and be COMATOSE until they CROAK. Then we can CELEBRATE with CHICKEN COOKIES, aka treats.
On another note though, let me tell you a secret. Grammy stayed up all night one night working on her knitting COURSE. She had been organizing and writing COPIOUS notes - Knitting Instructions, Resources and a Pattern for the CLASS to make. BUT before they would be useful they needed step by step photographs on how to CREATE each stitch.
A friend helped by CAPTURING photographs as Grammy demonstrated them: CAST-ON, knit, purl, CAST-OFF *aka bind-off and Knit 2 together - up to 8 photographs for each stitch. This CONSUMED a whole afternoon.
Now, would you believe this? The old Crone (feminine word for CODGER) assembled the photos in order with written instructions beneath, COMPLETED two other documents. This took all night! Yes, like from 7 PM to 6:30 AM. Talk about stupid, almost CRETINOUS. She was useless the next day. TOTALLY!
After a few days to recover she sent them off to be edited by two COLLEAGUES. They were thorough and noticed a COUPLE of un-CLEAR instructions and CLUED her in. GRAMMY fixed them, printed the document and left it overnight. When she went back to it again, read it through with a CRITICAL eye she found three more errors - two where left and right were reversed and one photograph which was in twice. Oops!
Well, finally it was ready and none too soon. CLASS was last Friday and all went well. The CO-ORDINATOR was pleased, Grammy was too. So, now the old dear goes back this afternoon, not to teach, but to be available to COACH if the students want some one-on-one. If a CONFERENCE room is available for them to meet next week another CLASS will be scheduled for the next lesson.
Now you must wonder what we feline CUTIEPIES have been busy doing while all this was going on. Well, someone, name held to protect the guilty, CAPITULATED a CHERISHED CUP making it CRASH into four pieces and then joined the rest of us CURLED up in our CONDOS, in the CLOSET, in or on our CRATES, COTS, CHAISES, COUCHES or CHAIRS CONTEMPLATING how CALM and tranquil it has been with Grammy CONSUMED by her COURSE.... It has been CELESTIAL!
I think we'll give her a C plus. What do you say?
COMMENTS are welcomed. Let's have fun with them.
By Sweetie, instigator, chronicler and tattle-tail (sic)
Good morning friends.
As you know we have started a series called Alphabet Soup. Today I'm taking on the Bs.... but note that we may insert other BLOGS in between our soupy series and our alphabet may not be in alphabetical order which will only be determined as the mood or antics of the weeks play out.
For today though we are on to the Bs - yes, and that stands for BOYS and BOISTEROUSNESS and BOTHER and others as the blog unfolds.
Let's start off with BEDEVILLED. Now that is a great word to describe how Grammy feels this morning! That and BUMMED.
At the weekend she came home with a treat for herself... VIVA PUFFS. You know! Those cookies that are a wafer bottom with a dollop of raspberry jam topped by a marshmallow and coated with a layer of chocolate. Yes, those treats that just melt in the mouth and make the taste-BUDS sing.
She opened the BOX, treated herself to a few and returned them to the pantry for future enjoyment. You'd think the old BAT would have learned by now. We have ants that are tiny as 2 mm (millimeters) or .08 of an inch in length and have olfactory capabilities that can seek out anything within a million times that distance.
Unfortunately, while Grammy slept then was out for church yesterday those little BEASTS smelt out the chocolate-covered deliciousness, formed a platoon and marched off in BATTLE formation. Grammy went to enjoy a treat last evening when she returned from church. There in the pantry in a supposedly sealed plastic container with those BISCUITS were crumb-carrying critters from the Class Insecta, Family Formidiae.
Those BOLD BEASTIES managed to crawl through the minute crack between lid and BODY of the container. And they were carrying off Grammy's treat one crumb at a time to parts unknown. Well, that was the end of the Viva Puff treats. They have since been BANISHED to the BOTTOM of the BIN BREAKING Grammy's HEART. The BUG man cannot come too soon.
Now, on to the BROTHERS. Grammy overslept today. As a result of BEING wired about the course she's teaching and BOLSTERED by late-night coffee she was up from Thursday night to Friday morning working on a PowerPoint Presentation. This, followed by a BUSY weekend resulted in her waking up late, BLEARY-eyed and even later feeding us this morning. And this despite the tabby-two BOUNCING BOISTEROUSLY as they 'massaged' her BACK. The old dear was truly BENUMBED!
Can you BELIEVE it?!!! But once awake she fell into her normal routine. BUSTED GRAMMY! It was more important to make the BED BEFORE feeding the starving BEVY. Well, that was sort of okay with we three girls ... BUT those BROTHERS saw things a little differently.
Etude and Rondo BOUNCED BACK and forth BETWEEN BEDROOM and kitchen in anticipation of what they considered BRUNCH. Forget that long past BREAKFAST thing! The were going for BREAKFAST and LUNCH in one go. Then Grammy decided to put her cold BREW into the microwave to reheat (BLECH!) BEFORE feeding the two BOZOS so they started BOXING BUNNY style. I tell you, those BRAWLING BUCKS are more BOTHER than BENEFIT to Grammy who is now BONKERS. BELIEVE It or Not every word is true. You have my BOND.
Comments are always welcomed. Let's keep them light and funny.
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