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.
by Whiskers, matriarch of mischief
Good morning, friends.
I don't know what started me down this road but... Well, actually, I do.
Grammy and I were having a quiet chat and a china mug of Tazo's Wild Sweet Orange tea while the rest of the family napped. It was lovely and peaceful; soft classical music in the background, snow muffling the outdoor sounds, Grammy with heating pad at her back and me snuggled and purring in her lap one paw on her tummy, one balancing my teacup.
Yes, yes, I know... Sitting where I am I promise I'm being careful not to spill my hot brew in her lap. That would not be clever and I'm a clever girl so... enough said. Oh, that's funny... me sitting in her lap lapping up my tea. *giggles* Okay, that was weak but then so was my tea. Grammy makes it medium strength and I like it a wee bit stronger but she's the one with the opposable thumbs so I don't complain. On days when she's preoccupied and it sets longer I get it my way.
Okay, I know I'm mind wandering here but remember we tend to do that in our 'middle years'. What are middle years, you say? Those times between being and raising little 'uns and becoming old timers. A time when responsibilities ease up and we can just sit, relax and reflect on our lives, a time when we still have our faculties before they become faulty or frail.
As you know, Grammy was a foster mom and Mousie and I were her first fosters. A long line of fosters came soon after... some older, some youngish and one in particular was very young, barely out of kitten-hood herself, skinny with a bulging belly. Today we'll talk a bit about life around here with Miss Fidelia, her brood and the activities that we all got into while she was living here.
Fidelia was a beauty. Cute face. Full of mischief... just our kind of kitty. On arrival she was about 3 weeks into her pregnancy, barely more than 1/2 her estimated adult weight with 5 wiggling lumps squirming and bulging her otherwise skinny body.
Grammy had a mission... get this kitten nourished and her weight up to give her babies a chance. As usual, she went to work... feeding her, putting together a bed for the pending birth and planning a playpen for babies to roll around in as they nursed, slept, scrapped and gained their sight. AND all went well until the little bundles of joy decided to leave the warmth of mother's womb and enter the big bad world.
Since this isn't something Grammy can dwell on let it be said that Grammy called the vet then they took a frantic taxi ride once she'd seen Fidelia's struggles and heard her screams of pain.
Trusting the cat-whisperer vet implicitly Grammy returned home to await the outcome. It was an all-day struggle for mom and vet to get those babies out of such a wee girl alive. Sadly, the first one was lost. Later that evening Mom and four feisty, miniscule but scrappy, hungry balls of pending mischief were delivered and settled into the nursery.
Then began the adventure of a lifetime. Daily scraps over one teat. Of course, the other seven milking stations were viable and on standby but all four floundered and fought for the same one. Grammy intervened and moved them to other spigits but cries and flailing ensued as they fought their way back to the choicest meal. Eventually all got fed and once satisfied the former scrappers curled up together and napped until the next feeding when the feuding began once more.
Within a few days Etude, still blind for another week, was crawling up the blanket of the nest seeking out his as yet, invisible world. To protect him Grammy placed pillows on the floor outside the nesting basket so when he flopped over the edge he'd be cushioned. He and his sister, Musetta were intrepid explorers, though blind, and otherwise helpless. Determined, they were on the move. Grammy got a workout keeping an eye on those two.
She imagined that was bad enough but once the eyes of all four opened all H-e-double hockey sticks broke out. Those scraps of fur were on the move. The legs were wobbly but there was no stopping them. Out of the nesting box, onto the pillows they flopped. Then a scramble/flop/crawl to the bed where they dug in their wee claws and climbed the sheer cliff to view their new world.
Such exhilaration. All four would climb one behind the other then torpedo off the bed like flying squirrels. Unlike those fliers they would belly-flop onto more pillows that Grammy had fortuitously scattered around the bed. Repeat and repeat once more before flopping into a comatose nap-heap.
And she thought this was chaotic … these continuous rounds of climb, fly, flop, scramble, repeat. At least they were contained to the nursery room. They were nothing compared to what was to follow.
For the next 5 months the household, Fidelia, Mousie and I withstood the onslaught … more fights over the teat of preference, wrestling matches in milked-down food saucers, tiny pawprints tracked throughout the condo, and marathons around the condo with scrambles up and over upholstery, across Grammy's softer bits. lap or occasionally through her hair if she got in the way.
Fidelia tolerated their mischief well... giving them smacky-paws when necessary but otherwise left them to explore their new world. Mousie and I retreated to our favourite shearling-lined chair (pre-Moth Day) out of the line of fire. And Grammy was kept busy mopping floors, washing dishes, bathing food-caked kittens and herself, changing bedding in the nursery and doing the never-ending laundry.
Just as suddenly as they arrived sister and brother pair, Musetta and Scherzo, were spayed/neutered and adopted together followed soon after by Fidelia. All to good homes. Grammy has kept in touch with the 'purrents' and all three are thriving, happy. The household settled down into a less frenzied state of two mischievous boys, Mousie and me. But that was just the calm before the storm, so to speak.
Stay tuned next week for further musings....
Comments are always welcomed.
by Whiskers, Matriarch of Mischief
Good afternoon, friends. Whiskers taking a turn dictating to Grammy after a short personal hiatus. We started this blog around 9 this morning but Grammy dozed off in her chair.
I took the opportunity to sneak food from the boys' dishes, over-ate and then had to nap too. All that food needed time to digest before brain could re-engage. While I napped the old girl connected with an old friend on FB Messenger, followed by litter scooping duty and was worn out again so needed another nap. *Groans*
We just haven't been able to coordinate our time together. *Yawn* Time for my nap. Zzzzzzz
More time lapses. *Snort, snuffle, shakes head to wake up* Yahoo! It looks like Grammy is awake too. Let's get this blog written. *cracks the whip* Come on Grammy, hobble to it.
Oh no! Now I've forgotten. What was today's topic? Does anybody remember? Rondo? Etude? Sweetie? Mousie? Grammy? Hmmm. Somebody? Come on, help me here.
Dear Friends, it looks like today's blog is a bust! Some days the little grey cells just don't want to work. Even trying to get everyone's help today it was not happening. My brain has taken a sabbatical. I apologize.
Our only desire now is to …
love you and wish you all the best Valentine's Day ever.
Comments are welcomed.
by Sweetie, Chronicler of nothing much.
Friends, We apologize for being late with our 'blog' today. A couple of things came into play here. One was the old girl, herself. She slept in and had to rush off to her appointment this morning and only had time to feed us and upload Aunty L's blog before hightailing it out of here.
Now that word 'hightail' begs an question and hopefully an answer ... Grammy doesn't have a tail so how can she hightail it? Well, Whiskers explained it to me. She says hightailing means to hurry up and get out of there and doesn't have anything to do with having a tail.
Well, I, Sweetie, Googled it.... and guess what! It does have to do with a tail. It is originally about when white-tailed deer see danger they lift their white tails and run for their lives. *Giggles* I'd love to see Grammy lift her tail and run out of here like a deer... but her hightailing is more like a tortoise lumbering across a field. Not at all graceful, nor swift.
Not only that, if she did do a hightailing manoeuvre she'd probably take a swan-dive... and not a graceful one either. Hey, the woman is a disaster on two feet. Pity the poor neighbours, people on the street and us. But we have learned to steer clear of those disasterous feet. Smart little duffers, we are.
Okay so enough of her hightailing it out of here. After her appointment to loosen up stiff muscles, tendons, ligaments etc. she headed back home to us... and we planned to work on the blog with her but now she was like loose jello ... with a mushy brain which was of no use to us. We had to plop her into her chair, turn on a heating pad and let her sleep away the afternoon. I tell you, these old folk are something else.
So friends, It looks like we have no blog today. Nope! But we will share this with you... For an old codger she isn't half bad. No siree. She has her good points -especially when doling out the food rations and giving cuddles.
See you next week and this time hopefully with something to say.
We love you, friends. And don't forget to smile, it may be the only smile someone sees today and it will mean so much to that person.
Comments are always welcomed.
By Gentle Mouse, chronicler of family mischief.
Well, dear friends, the end of the year has arrived and it has been a great one. Oh, yes, there have been ups and downs but those downs were minimal: a mini-flood from melting snow that invaded our hardwood floors by way of the balcony/kitchen wall and Grammy catching flu and other viruses... but the delightful ups of those were a proper sealing of the wall along the balcony floor once spring arrived and Grammy getting better. And while she regained health we got more Grammy time. Also, she was home a little more this year than in past years and that always meant more cuddles, more snuggles, more 'boys, stop picking on the girls', and more time in Grammy's lap for morning coffee or sitting on the arm of the chair getting pets while she knitted various things.
It was a year to remember fondly. So, let's go look at a few posts from this wonderful year 2018.
As you all must remember our Facebook page features adventures, poetry by Rondo, Thursday's Cat Joke of the Week and as the year progressed we added in Wacky Wednesday posts and Friends and Family Fridays. We also had an occasional Somnolent Saturday.
Here we will share a few highlights from our year starting January 1st when the boys headed to the Virgin Islands for a Beach Party. You can view the party on our friends' page at Many Claws in St Croix.
We mentioned Grammy took sick in late February and was ill with Influenza and at least one other virus through March and another in November. Sweetie and I went into nursing mode each time and nursed the old girl back to health with chicken noodle soup, honey/lemon tea, purrs and cuddles. And while she slept we got into mischief with the boys.
With Spring also came Rondo and his poetry in all its beauty, mischief and cheekiness. Here is a sampling of his poetry more of which you can see by accessing the blog category Poetry by Rondo and reading the blogs.
As Winter Fades.
As winter fades and eases into spring
It makes me dance and want to sing.
For joyous am I as winter warms
To see the end of nasty storms.
It brings back birds to flit and fly
Past glass and sill where I do spy
Them soar on air that oft will swirl
In gusty attempts to make them hurl
To ground. Clever are these birds who soar.
They know their stuff and ask for more.
For it is a joy to be so free
Above the shrubs, above the tree.
They land on branches when sailing’s done
To preen their feathers and fluff their down
To set selves up for another day
And keep the chill of night away.
And as they do, they songs impart
That cheer me up and warm my heart.
As night comes down to hide their nest
I set in to do what I do best.
Find spot to nap and dream my dreams
Of birds aswirl over rippling streams.
And when dawn wakes to early morn
On sill I’ll be to watch the swarm
Leave nests and twigs to swirl and sway.
As on they soar to greet new day
They sing their songs to Him on high
As past my pane on wing they fly.
And toward the heavens these hymns are sung
To praise the creator, God and Son.
Then as the heat of summer arrived in June Grammy was out and about undeterred by it. With her gone we were always planning mischief... as you can see by the following two posts...
We have been posting weekly Jokes since 2017 but introduced Wacky Wednesdays and Friends and Family Fridays around mid-year. Here we'll post only a Joke reminiscent of our repertoire. For the others you may visit our page and check out past posts.
Then suddenly December was upon us once more... with more mischief, lots of love for you, our dear friends and Christmas wishes for all. Again, all of these can be seen on our Facebook page.
Now we would like to wish you all the best for the coming year. May 2019 be wonderful for all of you.
by Sweetie, intrepid protector of the family.
Good morning, friends.
Well, life is never dull around Mischief and Mayhem Central. Never!
Sunday mornings when Grammy needs to be at church for 9 AM she is up at 5. It takes the old girl a few hours to limber up the old joints and her first pickup is usually between 7 and 7:30. Well, Saturday night Grammy was up around 2ish for whatever reason and suddenly there was a loud bang and everything went DARK... and SILENT.
The power was out. Now that means a number of things.... Primarily … No lights! No heating! and No morning alarm! No trickling water fountains! No humming refrigerator! and No quiet music to keep us calm through the night. Oh my.... and possibly NO COFFEE! Oh the horror of it all!
Most of these are not a problem and can be dealt with … but the alarm!. To get Grammy up at 5 AM at least 3 alarms are mandatory. The home phone alarm was out, for sure...no power, no phone. Then there is the iPad alarm... fortunately multiple alarms can be set on it... just had to hope it was charged enough to last the night. Then the Android phone... which was an issue... it had been put on the charger for the night and would have gone off... but with the charger out of commission there was no guarantee that it wouldn't be dead by morning. What a dilemma.
The lack of lights was not an issue. It seems that the power outage was limited to our condo complex so lights from other buildings, street lamps and such were enough for Grammy to get her bearings.
The problem it turned out was US - Mouse and Whiskers are dark, the backs of the boys and yours truly are dark too - and Grammy couldn't see us scooting around the floor and had to step carefully.... because of course, most of us had to stick close to Grammy to protect her and were 'underfoot'. AND I was on duty patrolling the perimeter to be sure nothing attempted to breach the ramparts. To add to the chaos Rondo was howling like a banshee! Yes, he does not like the dark.
Thankfully, Grammy has three flashlights strategically placed for emergencies so she shuffled across the floor, brushing against furry bodies but not stepping on toes to the closet and then 'the light came on!' No, not the power, just the flashlight. But it was enough to see us and dance around us and enough to stop Rondo's howling.
So, light taken care of, Grammy's next concern... would there be hot water for a shower in the morning? No hot water, no shower! No shower, well, we wouldn't like to think about those consequences. No siree. Gross, to say the least.
With that, and just to be sure, Grammy grabbed a second flashlight and tucked it into the drawer beside the bed and then crawled in. Of course, no power, no heat...so she called us all to snuggle on the bed to keep each other warm... and for the rest of the night was in semi-alert mode listening for the power to come on, or if not the power... for the 5 AM alarm... so not much restorative sleep.
At 5 AM all was still silent except the iPAD alarm... and Grammy was wide awake. Dilemma! Should she get up? Brrr, no heat all night and it was mighty chilly. Okay for us in our furry coats but the old girl... that was an issue... and no way could she shower under such conditions... so we all opted to stay in bed...including Grammy... and Alarm 2 went off at 5:10, and a third at 5:15. Still no light, no heat and no coffee. No sense climbing out from under that toasty duvet but the wait was unbearable. The old girl needed time to get ready unlike us who keep ourselves perpetually groomed for whatever.
Finally, 6:15 we heard another big CLUNK, some whirring and the nightlights and the refrigerator all came on... the power was back! Grammy made a mad dash to the kitchen and put on her brew, fed us then got ready to go out the door... though she was a little stiff in the joints. Like I said... never a dull moment.
Now, for those of you who's email addresses we have, we sent out the e-cards this morning... and it turns out for some there is a problem. The cards use Flash and of course, it doesn't work on iPads or Apple devices and now seems to have a security issue in Windows 10 so unfortunately you cannot see the card and the photos.
BUT we have a solution for the card itself. Send an email to email@example.com and Grammy will take a screen shot of the card with one photo and send it back to you.
We apologize for this. The good news is that Jacquie Lawson is working on converting all older versions of cards to the new format so hopefully in future this won't be an issue. Meantime, Grammy is happy to do this.
Well, that's it for this week, friends. Stay tuned for our Christmas post next Monday and have a wonderful week. We love you! Sweetie, intrepid defender of the home turf.
Comments are always welcomed, friends... especially the ones with humour, mischief and fun..
When there's nothing to write.
by Rondo, poet in a slump and mischief maker
Good day, dear friends.
This past week has been a bit of a downer. The old girl has been under the weather which has left us without a topic. Now I ask you, when aren't we under the weather? Whether rain, shine, snow or whatever we are subject to it 24/7/365 which means we are never without weather. AND it is all around us and above us. which means we are under it.
So what does that have to do with not having a topic?
Well, I suggest that while she's been under the weather so have we. AND we've been under the same weather as she has....thus we have a dearth of mischievousness to report on since we've been so busy doing the nursing thing leaving us no time to dream up new mischief, new antics, new poetry. Absolutely nothing comes to mind for any of us. How boring!
But boring must end so here goes.
Christmas is coming and that means good food, presents and all that goes with the celebration. Grammy has been in touch with a Facebook friend in New Zealand and her cat family... Skye and Charlie and that suggests, or at least we hope it does that there are pressies coming for pussycats.
Only question is, will sniffer dogs stop the shipment? The pressies Skye's mom makes have catnip in them, or at least we assume so since they are called Catnip Kickers. Do those dogs in customs know the difference between catnip and that other stuff that Grammy detests and wouldn't have anywhere in the house or anywhere else on the planet for that matter? Also, will our import laws allow vegetation from another country into Canada? Grammy didn't think about that when she was talking to Skye's mom... and we have to admit she was in a state with this virus at the time... so her noodle wasn't working at 100%. I guess we'll find out. So stay tuned and we'll let you know.
We think these pressies are another attempt to get Whiskers, Etude and I to exercise. (Yes, we listened in to the conversation and know what's coming, if it gets through customs) Skye's mommy makes these kickers. They are long sticks of cotton stuffed with stuffing, of course, laced with catnip and are meant to be kicked by kitties. Well, we'll see.
It's more likely that we'll lick the things into a soggy mess rather than kick them and then snooze for the rest of the day. Another thing Grammy didn't think about is that Etude and I get overly stimulated by catnip and like to beat up the girls. Unfortunately if we do, and we might, she'll remove them and put them away. Again, we'll see.
What else is happening? Well, this year Grammy plans to cook 'the bird'.... yes, she has decided we kitties and she ought to have turkey and all the fixings - you know... smashed taters, sweet potato casserole, stuffing, lemon-thyme parsnips, butternut squash, cranberry sauce, gravy (oh, we LOVE gravy) and whatever else she has the energy to make. Dessert is up in the air at the moment... and we don't really care about the dessert part anyway so....I say, forget about it, Grammy! Don't waste your energy on dessert. The turkey bird is the priority. For sure!
Well that's all I have 'nothing to write about' for this week, dear friends. Have a great week revving up for Christmas. We at Mischief and Mayhem Central love you.
Comments are welcomed.
or might Etude Unplugged... be a better title?
by Grammy, the woolly headed scribe.
Good morning, friends. For once I thought I'd write a blog and not be the butt of the topic. Now as you know there are five feisty felines living in this abode... and they rule. Don't let them kid you... hard done by, they are not. In control of food, they are but only to a degree! The boys will tell you that I dole out food infrequently and in miniscule portions. Well, this may be so, but they do get these miniscule portions at least 5 times a day. YES, FIVE TIMES A DAY! so they aren't deprived by any means.
If I didn't make the effort to portion their food the Holstein vacuums would have the day's allotment devoured before my coffee was brewing.
We have a routine around here. Wake up, strip bed on washday, otherwise, make the bed immediately. Cover neatly made bed with a bunny blanket to protect it from upchucking by Whiskers (a story for another time). Now, there's a title for another blog. 'Upchucking by Whiskers' has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?
Well, back to the routine. Feed the girls - and they get a substantial portion of their daily allotment in their dishes so they can graze all day. Refresh the water dish and scoop the litterbox. Then, leave the bedroom closing the door while ensuring the boys are not in said bedroom.
Head toward kitchen and try not to trip over two hefty, hungry hippos... dole out their daily allotment into small containers kept securely in the cupboard. This ensures they won't scam me into an extra portion each. Take their early morning scoopful from there and put it into their dishes.
Once they begin to chow down I can focus on making coffee for me. Truth be told, I would prefer to have my morning coffee before having to go through these gyrations but I've learned! I do not need galumphing gorillas underfoot while I'm preparing coffee and my breakfast. No siree. It isn't worth it. I prefer my bones in one piece each and a 6th concussion just isn't an option.... So I sacrifice myself for the sake of legs, arms, head AND sanity... though sanity might be in question.
As you've probably noted in the previous dialogue I keep the door to the bedroom closed during the day opening it only at bedtime. Why? To keep the boys out, of course while the girls being tiny, lithe little beings are free to come and go at their pleasure. A cat door was installed a few years ago... to accommodate Mouse's need to have a safe haven from the bullies, to keep these bullies out and to allow the underweight Mousie opportunities to eat at will.
Now, you must wonder that the boys don't try to go through the cat door. Well! Etude did! ONCE...
A little background here. Etude would watch as the girls used the door slipping through with ease... Mousie with her little arcing leap not touching the frame as she flew through the gap. Whiskers stopping to eye the opening, pondering her method of approach, then springboarding through dragging her hind toes slightly. The old dear is a bit stodgy and short in the leg... and the door was not made for her leg length but she's a game old thing. Sweetie approaches the door each time backing up, moving forward, repeat this a couple of times back and forth, back and forth before finally, like an arrow shot from a bow she darts through the opening. As you can tell, the door was made for Mousie, not Whiskers short legs and not for Sweetie's long coltish ones but they manage it nicely.
Now Etude, having studied the girls' methods decided one day to visit the delicious bowl of food in the bedroom. How difficult can it be to go through this contraption? If they can do it, why not me? So he sucked in his belly, sized up the opening, took a flying leap and... Oomph! his girth much bigger than the gap he jiggled and half in, half out, legs dangling either side was not able to get a purchase on anything. He reminded me of Winnie the Pooh when he was stucked in Rabbit's front door.
Where was I during all this commotion, Etude caterwauling and Rondo commiserating (and girls giggling)? Well, once I stopped laughing - and that took a while - I supported the tubby's hind feet with one hand and with the other eased his excess girth through to the bedroom. With all his squirming and such it was no easy task, let me tell you. Was that the end of it? A resounding YES from Etude and,
Rondo, smart fellow that he is has decided to never attempt such a feat... and just as well. He's taller, longer in the body and may fit but is more likely to bonk his head on the top frame. Instead, he sits at the opening, head peering through in hopes one of those food dishes might just fly through the opening to him.
Just like a poet, living in a dream world, Rondo.
Well, friends, that's all for this week.
Comments are welcome, friends.
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