by Whiskers, Matriarch of Mischief
Good morning, Friends.
Today's blog will be a mishmash of topics.
Starting off, let us remember the fallen. Those whose lives were lost keeping our country free from tyranny.
Today we honour them and those who continue to serve - our military, police, fire, medical and so much more. We truly appreciate their sacrifice.
As you may have read on our Facebook page our power was turned off to facilitate a maintenance issue. Things went well and the power was re-established an hour or more before anticipated. This was great.
Our only incident was one light which Grammy forgot to turn off. It lit up the condo at 4:30 AM. Etude and Whiskers were upset by this and decided to battle it out on Grammy's pillow. Groggy with sleep, Grammy tried to shoo them off the bed and ended up with a 19 pounder's hind foot, claws extended on her left eye and cheek. There is some swelling around the eye and the lid and cheek are scratched but the eye seems to have been spared. Might you call this an eye-catching experience?
Now here we are this morning, the gas has been turned off to repair a faulty valve. We'll see how this goes. So far we have hot water in the taps and heat coming from the furnace but as the boilers cool that could change. Hope it stays warm for the rest of the day. Meantime we are snuggling with each other. Sweetie is in her wee condo bed. The chubbos are together on the sofa and Mousie is in her tent waiting for me to finish the blog and join her.
And it is snowing outside. Upon waking there was a dusting on the rooves around us. Now it is accumulating on railings and planters as well while that which hits the ground melts. The weather people are calling for 10 - 15 centemetres… that's 4 - 6 inches. While it'll look so pretty we don't really like the idea of Grammy going out in it - especially if the wet ground freezes as the temperature drops. Yuck!
And lastly, the exercise plan for Sir Chubbo Etude has gone off the rails. Grammy is going to give it another go after we post this blog. Grammy got busy and then overtired and let things slip. Tsk, tsk, Grammy.
Well, dear friends, that's all for this week. Enjoy the photos... and we'll see you in the funny papers. *giggles* What does that mean? Grammy says it and it sounds so goofy.
Comments are welcomed... and if you know the answer please let us know.
By Rondo, handsome blogger of infinitesimally boring stuff
Good afternoon dear friends.
It has been a while since my last tapping of the computer keyboard. Of course, you'll all be wondering why I was absent.
Well, I wasn't. Not really. I just decided it was time those other furballs carried their weight for a change. Not that they'd do a bang-up job like I would but hey! ... I do ALL the work around the house as it is.
For instance, I
But that isn't the purpose of my blog today.
I hear Mr. Plumber is coming this afternoon. You know... The guy who fixes drippy faucets, drains in kitchen sinks and such-like, changes out toilets and whatever else Grammies need fixed of the plumb nature. I imagine it's a plum job too!
Well, I've decided to help him. I'm sure he'll appreciate me getting in there to verify that he's using the proper copper piping *giggles* Oh, that sounds funny. Proper copper. *giggles again* I wonder if he'll use solder to seal the joints or maybe new technology has come up with something better? I should have researched that one. I guess I'll find out soon.
Only thing is, if he's using solder I'd better high-tail it outta there until that part is done. Maybe I'll send Etude in to investigate that part. He won't mind the fire-breathing dragon. I don't like those blow torch thingies with hot flames. Scary stuff.
*Knock, knock* Oh, he's here. Etude, you go supervise while I finish up the blog.
Dear friends. The girls are locked in the bedroom so that Sweetie doesn't get underfoot and end up with singed whiskers. She's fearless and a curious one, that girl. And there's no controlling her if we let her out.
*What's that, Sweetie? No, You can't come out just yet. There are No insurgents today. Relax. It's just the plumber. I said TAKE A CHILL PILL! Yikes she's a bossy one.
See you next time, friends. Gotta go take over from Etude. He's looking quite concerned... but then, unlike me he doesn't know anything about plumb stuff.
Comments are welcomed... especially the funny ones.
by Sweetie, cutiepie, mischief and blogger.
Good morning, dear friends.
Sweetie here to revisit one of the early mischiefs in Grammy's home - her beloved Monty. As you know if you have read our earlier blogs Grammy's first pets were bunnies and then later she, over number of years, adopted three kitties.
The first she named PussPuss - a muted tabby who needed to be rehomed. followed by Malcolm only a few months old found, frostbitten and ill, in a farmer's field in the middle of a winter blizzard. Once on the road to health again he was adopted to be companion to PussPuss when Grammy's job would take her away for long days and the occasional overnight. Monty, her third kitty came along after PussPuss passed and a buddy was needed for Malcolm. Read on....
This was Grammy's little slinky cuddlebug. Montague, aka Monty, was adopted by Grammy after he had been abandoned at a veterinarian's office, unwanted by his family. He was 14 months old and had behavioural issues. But Grammy went to see him anyway because otherwise he would be PTS and Grammy couldn't bear the thought of that for such a young, otherwise healthy kitty.
While Grammy chatted with the vet tech Monty reached out a paw and tapped her on the shoulder. He had picked her to be his new mom. And so, home he came.
It took 9 months and a very laidback Malcolm for Monty to get past his fear of using the litter box. (His litter sibling/brother had bullied him whenever he tried to use the box in his previous home.) Malcolm, on the other hand, was willing to share anything - facilities, beds, food, Grammy's lap - whatever the little duffer wanted, as long as he kept Malcolm entertained with his silly antics and would cuddle with him.
Grammy was blessed with a further 9 months of his mischief, cuddles and silliness before his wee heart gave out.
Grammy says I have the same long, slinky, sleek body that he had. *giggles* That's important because it is easier to slip out of Grammy's arms and get into more mischief. He was a master mischief-maker and I, Sweetie, aspire to be one too.
Five Cats, Five Personalities, One Goal - Mischief & Mayhem.