We are cheating here... and borrowing and modifying this from our FB post. We will put our blog on hold again for a while. Typing is challenging for Grammy since she fell last week. But, we had to let you know we aren't ignoring our friends.
Grammy injured herself in another in-house accident and is keyboard challenged. Actually, she is everything challenged as she figures things out.
Never fear. She will find a way for most things and for the important things she cannot manage she has wonderful neighbours. For her health care the hospital has arranged a PSW, and a PT to get her back in working order. Sweetie and Mousie are on nursing duty and we boys are providing lots of kisses and cuddles.
The old dear saw the orthopaedic doctor this morning. While her activities are limited she may use the left hand so long as she keeps the shoulder stable and the arm supported. And he gave her an exercise to keep the shoulder from freezing up. No wild stuff though... YOU HEAR THAT, GRAMMY? ...Luckily she is right-handed for most things. And knitting is a go if she feels up to doing some. The happy face is visible once more.
Never fear, the klutz will be back to her hopefully less-clumsy self by end of October if she behaves.
Meantime know that we love you, our dear friends.
by Rondo, Chronicler of All Things Mischief and Mayhem
Good morning, dear friends.
For those of you who follow us on Facebook you may have noticed that we are not on social media as much as usual. Well, this is not OUR choice. As usual, Grammy has her priorities messed up. We thought we'd sorted things out with her and she understood that Monday morning belongs to us, as does Monday afternoon and evening. Also, Tuesday through Sunday midnight to 11:59 PM is our time. No disputes.
Since Grammy has been home for weeks on end she has stepped up the knitting... you know... that boring hobby of hers. It wouldn't be boring if we were allowed to play with said yarn and chew the needles and cables. What's that you say, Grammy? It isn't a hobby it is a pastime? A way to pass the time? To us it seems more of an obsession. Yes, it does!
Pshaw! Put it that way and we SHOULD BE YOUR PASTIME! Any time you have should be spent taking care of us not playing with balls of yarn and needles. You know... Needles are dangerous. They have points that could harm us. Anyway, the issue is this. You spend too much time knitting and not enough caring for us.
Now what!??? Oh, Grammy! The fact we sleep 22 hours a day has nothing to do with it. We are a 24/7/365 commitment and you are failing to provide this service.
Evidence? You are asking for evidence? Well, here goes. And remember, you asked for it!
1. We only get 6 meals a day - definitely not enough. There's a gap in there - between 2 AM and 7 AM - when we get NOTHING, not a bit of kibble, not a dish of pate, nothing... and you expect us to thrive???
2. Litter boxes are only scooped once daily - and if truth be told - we've noticed a couple of times it only happened on the SECOND day. This is unacceptable. Our delicate paws should NEVER have to step into a dirty box.
3. Grooming has dropped to an all-time low of once a month, if that! Do you realize what that does to our beautiful fur suits? Total mess! And, yes, we have to groom ourselves. Then the fur gets ingested by us and we have to upchuck the mess in obscure places so as not to hear you moan and groan about cleaning up the floor. Hey, it isn't our fault if you step into the soggy mess. You complain when we upchuck ON the floor, so your sandals ... Make up your mind... floor, sandal, pick a place. The bottom line is this wouldn't be happening if you were doing your part.
4. Cuddle time has dropped to an all-time low. Yes, it has, Grammy. What happened to 5 kitties getting 2 hours a day of cuddles and pets and snuggles. Now, if we are lucky we get 5 minutes before you toss us to the floor and pick up that danged knitting again.
5. And to top it all off you insist on an afternoon nap. The bed is OURS during the day. You waltz into the bedroom, scatter us to the four winds and stretch out. What are we to do? Huh? We don't want the other three dozen cat beds and perches. THAT BED is OURS during the day! Isn't it enough you get it from 2 AM to 7 AM? Scandalous!
Sorry, folks. You didn't really need to hear this... but she kept interrupting. I had to set her straight. I tell you, she's a piece of work.
So, friends, if you don't find us on social media very often, please forgive us. We are dependent on the charlady/scribe for most things... and social media is one that we cannot manage on our own. We will be back once we get the old dear sorted... but it may take us most of the summer. Our apologies.
As a consolation, please enjoy our YouTube Videos.
Comments are welcomed.
By Sweetie, Chronicler of all things Grammy and Mischief Extraordinaire
You all must know by now that our Grammy is a knitter. If you didn't this is where you can get more than you'll ever want to know about it. *giggles*
First off, Grammy tends to go overboard with things. These 'things' started when she was young. For example. First was it was books and classical records. and those would be books by a particular author or on a specific subject. Music was mostly Tchaikovsky and Beethoven, Chopin and Haydn. Music she could do homework with or study. Oh my! She had quite the collection. Over last 25 years she has downsized considerably but even so she still has a sizable library of books and CDs... more suited for her small condo. Has she read all these books. Well, probably not all, but a good many. The music is listened to regularly... though when she is lazy she puts the classical radio station on and let's them do the work.
Then, she got into fostering kitties, starting with 2 rescued kitties which over time grew to a maximum of 11 fosters at any one time. From there she started writing biographies for the rescue organization after which she was pulled into doing interviews of prospective adopters and making decisions on who could or couldn't adopt based on the rescue's policies. Well, let's say this... The final result was us! A little overprotective when she couldn't give us up to other adopters.
Well, she's done something similar ... this time with knitting. Grammy watched her own Grammy knit when she was a child but started crocheting and knitting as a young adult. This was put on hold for years at a time to allow for university years, career, aging parents. Then in the early 2000s out came the hooks and needles and those on-hold items were finished off and donated to charity.
Having gotten the bug again and wanting to supplement her soon-to-be pension she made the decision to open an Etsy shop - since closed. What orders come in actually are by word of mouth now. Yes, we kitties are expensive and a little extra income would really help with food and vet bills. BUT, then things got crazy or should we say, Grammy went crazy?
She found a few patterns she liked, knitted them up and during the first few years put them into the shop. Sales came in slowly but steadily and for the first year or two she did okay. No fortune but a little extra.
Yarns Grammy liked weren't necessarily what customers liked so Grammy started visiting yarn shops - both on-line and in the neighbourhood to add variety to her 'stash'... acrylics, alpaca, silk, linen, bamboo, merino, highland wool, baby llama, cashmere, combinations of same and the list goes on. Why, you ask? Because everyone has likes and preferences and what Grammy liked a client might not whether colour, weight, yarn type. Variety would give more options and hopefully more clientele. But note this - the only thing she refuses to knit is cotton.
The old girl has an absolute love of multicoloured yarns too so a plethora of solids, tweeds, self-striping, colour blends (aka colourways), variegated, and so much more found their way to Grammy Ds Knitting Bag. Well, bottom line before you know it she had bins - yes, 20 bins of yarn.
She did the same with her accessories. She added to what she already had - needles in all sizes: bamboo, steel, aluminium, double-pointed, straight (not a favourite), circulars, interchangeables. Then there were the open markers, ring markers, cable needles, working yarn holders, measuring tape, blocking mats and pins, a yarn swift and yarn winder and a hamper to hold the current project(s). Oh, and buttons - yes, all kinds of buttons for the various sweaters and other projects in her plans. The woman went nuts.
You might ask, Does she use all of these and the answer is a resounding YES! Over time she is using them. Of course she has her favourites: the interchangeable circulars - both in steel and in wood - wood for slippery yarn and steel for textures and the others all have their purposes which we won't bore you with today. But trust us, she uses them. We steal them and she scolds us. *giggles*
Over these dozen years and more, yarn has come in, been used, projects have been started and completed, a few started and put on hold. Some were sold, others donated and others given away.. And then there is the yarn that has come and sat and a few projects have been started and left partially finished and still more yarn coming in leaving Grammy and her knitting in a mess.
Yes, a major mess. Yarn was tossed willynilly into bins. - OH, and then there were two large donations of yarns for her volunteer knitting projects - another BIG Bin and another BIG Obsession!
So, where has that left us? In a major jumble.
Thus, while we have all been in quarantine or lockdown or whatever you want to call it Grammy has decided to use the time to get herself organized or at least somewhat.
Anyone know about Ravelry? It's a knitting site where you can organize yourself, save patterns you like, keep track of yarn, meet up with other like-minded crafters, see what others are making, and match patterns to yarns and ORGANIZE your own 'stuff'.
There are multiple pages - one for yarn (called STASH)- we love the name. Another for projects - where you can track yarn in use to an appropriate pattern and track your progress through to completion along with photos. Another for accessories - to keep track of the needles, hooks, etc. You can make friends, join like-minded groups and so much more. AND many of the patterns are free - another bonus.
Well, Grammy has finished setting up her NOTEBOOK with the pages for STASH and PROJECTS. That is, projects completed, others started but unfinished and those in snooze-mode while she catches up with the ones partially done. AND the designated yarns for these snoozed and future planned projects are organized in designated bins with their patterns while unassigned yarns are organized by type in other bins. Still to go are the pages for PATTERNS, QUEUE and LIBRARY. As we said - somewhat organized - for now.
So where does that leave Grammy? Well, she has about 300 projects completed (each listed once but anywhere between 1 and 100 items of the same type knitted eg. scarves, slippers, hats), 5 projects in the works, 6 more designated to start as soon as these are done and 6 snoozed projects to follow those. That's 17 projects lined up... at anywhere from 70% completed to identified but not started as yet. THEN there is the 5 plus kilometers of yarn waiting in the wings for projects yet to be determined. At least now she knows what, when, and where. All she needs now is the how!
How is she ever going to complete everything? And HOW are we going to keep her from buying more yarn? Well, the knitting is up to her and since she knits every day we think she'll finish those listed ones. But we've confiscated the credit card and 'Stashed' it. *giggles* And we aren't telling her where.
The problem is that she keeps finding new patterns she'd like to make and they get downloaded and filed in a binder or added to her QUEUE page to be made when everything else is completed... and the list is long. AND no, we don't think she'll ever get through all those.
Oh, and the plan to supplement her income to pay for our care? OUT the WINDOW! If anything, she's spent more than she has made on her knitting supplies. Why? Because she doesn't like to charge people, prefers to make things she chooses to work on and then ends up giving away a lot of what she knits. Silly Grammy!
And in all these years of knitting what has she made for us? One knitted mouse, two crocheted blankets, and two goofy hats.
For those interested click here for a video of what she's completed and for future go to her Facebook page GrammyDsKnittingBag.
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 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, frustrated blogger
Dear friends. You'll never believe what happened! Grammy, our scribe, you know... the slacker who types our blogs Tuesdays instead of our requisite Monday, has really done it this time.
I just spent all day dictating the blog... and I must say, it was a good one. T is For... was Terrific, Timely and a Tummy Tickler. We finally finished it, she saved it and I asked her to add my profile photo and a few other pictures.
What does she do? She puts Etude's photo up. How could she mistake me for that chubby fellow? Huh? Really! How could she be that dumb? Then to top it off when she deleted the photo she ended up deleting the whole blog. Unfortunately, when she tried to pull up her last saved copy she had deleted everything. That whole beautifully dictated blog is GONE!
So much for our generosity doubling her salary. So, for now... this is all you get, dear friends. a dismal apology from us. As a consolation we will add in a few photos in a slideshow... but that doesn't make up for such a mishap.
We are still on the lookout for a new scribe. Please if you are interested send us your resumes and we'll consider them thoughtfully and thoroughly.
by Gentle Mousie, cuddlemuffin and concerned blogger.
A new year is beginning and that means we have a clean slate to write upon and already it has been marred. Yes, marred. As you must realize, we did not post a blog yesterday. Not from lack of trying. The scribe, you know - Grammy... well, she slacked off. Obviously, she has her priorities mixed up.
Of course, I realize that is the trouble with cheap help. So, I called the others to a meeting to discuss this issues. We five, sweet, cuddly fluffballs, sat down and had a discussion. This is how it went.
Whiskers spoke first and suggested we ought to increase Grammy's salary after all, she does do a lot for us as it is. The old dear might be more inclined to focus on us instead of all those other things that grab her attention if we grease the wheels, so to speak. Rondo jumped up and started to freak. As the sole breadwinner among the quintet he wasn't keen to cough up more moula. He felt we were already paying her too much - you know - besides the excess attention! Don't forget all those cuddles we give her and the nightly hair grooming and hand washing while she (tries to) sleeps. And those mock battles where we pounce on Sweetie to make her squeal that drag the old dear out of bed in the wee hours.
With that, Etude piped in and suggested we might check out what the economic inflation index was for the year and proceeded to do so. Maybe we could manage somewhere around three per cent? What do you think? That wouldn't break the bank. Rondo wasn't having any of that... he felt we needed to conserve that to pay for the extra cost of food this year - especially now that we have three main diets to consider - and in 5 variations... Weight control for Etude (wet and kibble) and himself (kibble only, please), Urinary for Mousie and Hypoallergenic for Whiskers (which Sweetie can have if she doesn't want her regular food).
Good point, Rondo. Well, at that point Sweetie jumped up and told the boys they were being stingy... (3% and no increase, pffft!). She continued...We should be generous and offer Grammy a 40 percent increase. That way maybe we could count on more cuddles and it would cover the cost of replacing the yarn we destroy when she's knitting. WELL, I, Mousie, don't destroy yarn but as those that do are siblings and siblings should stand together, I thought that a very good idea. Yes, a 40 percent increase sounded reasonable.
With that, mummy Whiskers, who had nodded off while Etude was on the internet checking on inflation rates, woke up and sputtered and shouted out. Why not bowl the old dear over and offer to double her salary? You know, she does clean our litter boxes, feed us frequent meals a day, washes all our dishes and keeps our bedding clean ... AND SHE PAYS THE BILL FOR THE HEATING to keep us warm. Come on guys. Show a little compassion here. It's the NEW YEAR and we ought to show a little generosity here.
Voice pipes up from the livingroom ... YOU DO REALIZE THAT DOUBLE $0 is still ZERO, don't you? and BLOGS will be on Tuesdays this month!!!
Talk about ungrateful. That proves it! You cannot get good help these days, not matter how generous you are!
by Mousie and Sweetie, sisters in mischief.
*Speaking in Unison -Almost*
DDo yyou, oour rreaders, hhave aa hhuman wwho iis nnuts aabout ccrosswords?
Mousie: Stop Sweetie!... you're a millisecond behind me when we speak... maybe we should
take turns doing this. What do you think?
Sweetie: Oh okay! You go first. You're older than me.
Mousie: Sure! Rub it in, little sister. Okay, I'll start. Friends, Our Grammy is cuckoo about crosswords. You know the ones! Those she shouts mostly at the boys, occasionally at us.
No, Etude! Stop biting Whiskers!
Rondo! Dinner is coming! Stop your whinging!
Enough Whiskers, don't lick my hair, (my arm, my cheek). I'm trying to sleep. Mousie, stop climbing the screen door!
Ouch! Sweetie, Unclaw my rib (my armpit)! Nuzzle somewhere else!
Etude, don't touch my feet! You woke me!
Out of my chair, Rondo!
Sweetie, NO! NO! NO! leave the knitting needles alone. Don't bite the yarn!
Mousie, 100 kisses before bedtime is enough. Now go to sleep!
One at a time on my lap, boys!
Boy, she is a grouchy ol' bear!
Sweetie: Oh Mousie, not those crosswords. The ones in the paper and in paperback books that Grammy and Aunty L. are always working on.
Mousie: What? You joking me? I like when she does those. Where do you think she gets all those funny words she uses? Haven't you noticed? Oh, and stuff from all kinds of things - History, Geography, Current and Past Events, Media, Science and a plethora of other topics. Oh, there's one of those words now! Plethora. Tehee.
Sweetie: That's true! And when she is focused on those she forgets to give Whiskers her pill... BUT she also forgets other things.... like us climbing the balcony door screen, and me biting the boys' ears to make them play. *giggles*
The worst is when she forgets to scoop our litter boxes. *Shout from living-room* I DO NOT FORGET TO SCOOP YOUR LITTER BOXES! They'd be stinky if I did.
Mousie: Ooops! More cross words. You'd better run and hide, Sweetie. I'm right behind you.
So, friends. Don't cross Grammy. She might have a few words for you too. *Scampers off to hide with Sweetie*
*Another shout* I HEAR SNICKERING IN THERE! WHAT ARE YOU TWO UP TO???
Nothing, Grammy! *muffling their snickers behind paws Sweetie whispers to Mousie* We'd best be quiet until she picks up her knitting or another crossword.
*Whispering in Uunison* Sso ffriends, tthat's aall ffor tthis wweek. Ccomments aare wwelcomed, eespecially iif tthey aare ccomical.
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 Whiskers, the exasperated matron of mischief.
Just so's you know, right up front, I'm one ticked-off kitty. Yes, I am. No, I didn't remove a tick from my furry body. I don't have ticks, fleas or any other parasites. Cheeky readers, to even think that!
I'm annoyed because the old girl is unwell AGAIN... and 'we' are back on nursing duties. Can you believe it? You might as well... 'cause it's true.
Sweetie and Gentle Mousie have donned their nursing caps and gear and gone into overdrive. Honey and lemon in her Wild Sweet Orange tea for the sore throat, inhaled steroids for the lungs (for Grammy, not them) and another steroid for the sinuses. Tucked in a blanket with heating pad. This is getting old, Grammy! Really old!
So, what does that do to us? Well, besides having to manage the old girl, it puts a major damper on the mischief side of life. Yes, it does! How can we create mayhem with a pair of brown-speckled blue eyes staring at us? EXACTLY! We cannot! And that ticks me off because that's what I am all about and what I had planned for this week.
So, what to do from here... Well, let's see. Maybe we'll dose her up on her meds, wrap her in bubblewrap and ship her off to some obscure place with no return address on the package. Yes, I think that sounds like a plan.
What was that, Sweetie? *Groan, moan, mumble, splutter* Well, it seems the nurses have spoken. I'm not shipping her off to some unknown destination. Such party poopers. Nothing like putting a damper on life. I tell you though, when they speak, we listen... Look at those faces! They are not to be trifled with. *grumble, mutter, whine*
What to do with the old girl? Anyone have suggestions?
Well, if we cannot ship her off into oblivion or some such place the boys and I, Whiskers the mischief matron, will make ourselves scarce.
'But, before I leave... just a little quick update. You remember that ant issue we discussed and had taken care of... Well..... Grammy thought they were back and freaked... maybe that's what triggered her 'whatever-she-has'!
Saturday after her delightful afternoon with Aunty L she treated herself to a manicure and Mrs L, the manicurist, gave the old girl some herbs from her garden. Grammy loves fresh herbs and this was oregano freshly picked. While Grammy cannot smell it she remembers how she loved it and imagined how delicious it would be in her cooking, brought it home, took it out of the baggie and placed it in water to crisp up until she used it.
Because we are destructive little creatures with plants Grammy set the oregano in it's jar of water on the balcony to use in a day or two, returned to the kitchen and an ANT was crawling around on the countertop. FREAK OUT!! Grammy thought the miserable critters were back but we reassured her it probably came off the oregano.
Well, unfortunately for it, Grammy dispatched it toot sweet.
It was number 3 critter this past week. Spider 1 was a sneaky little critter that was hiding in the angle between bathroom and bedroom doorways. GONE in a flash!
Then, Sweetie and Etude were entertaining another on the livingroom floor on Tuesday. It was more like hockey for cats with the spider as the puck. Poor spider wasn't happy about it but hey... check out how Grammy feels about those in the blog in Poetry by Rondo and you'll know how he was handled - well, not handled. More like footled!
There was also a tentative 4th but that was Grammy having hallucinations in the shower. She freaked and almost toppled out of the tub when she saw this huge black, long legged thing on her sponge holder. I tell you... it was NOTHING but a reflection of the sponge's shadow in the clear plastic holder... but you'd have thought the old dear was being murdered. The woman is HIGH MAINTENANCE!
Boys, pack your backpacks and grab my carryon. Don't forget your passports. I've got the 'plastic' yes, the red one! We're heading out for a few days, weeks, however long it takes for Grammy to get over whatever she has or arrives at destination unknown.
*Dials Air Canada* "When is the next flight out to Christiansted?" *listens* "Hold the plane, we're 5 minutes away! Wait for us!" *conference call to BAMA and Muddy Waters* "Get ready we're diverting the jet to pick you all up!"
"Here we come, Aunty M! Hope the pool is ready and you're stocked up on food and sodas!"
Comments welcomed... especially when they are funny, silly or just plain goofy.
Five Cats, Five Personalities, One Goal - Mischief & Mayhem.