By Sweetie, fitness trainer and mischief Good morning, dear friends. As you can see I, Sweetie, am the blogger this week. Like last week we at Mischief and Mayhem Central don't have much to say. I know this is unusual. More often than not Grammy thinks we have too much to say , too many opinions, suggestions and demands. At the moment we are at a loss for words. Yes, a dearth of opinions, a paucity of suggestions and a lack of ideas for a blog, but never a shortage of demands. Having said that I think I shall fall back on a topic we kitties love so well... picking on Grammy. *giggles* Now, let's see. Over the past year she has knitted less than usual despite being home more. Yes, far less. Disgraceful. Oh she finished a few shawls, a pair of slipperboots, two sweaters for a cat, two lady's cardigans, almost finished a third, but fewer wee gowns and hats for the hospital. Shamefully, nothing for us. No toys! No blankets! I tell you, the old girl is falling down on the job. Oh, and don't think of this as an excuse... She might try it on you but it's a ploy for sympathy. In the summer she imagined herself an acrobat. Yes, she did! Is it any wonder she lost her shoulder and injured herself? What was that Grammy? ... Well, of course your shoulder was lost. What else does 'dislocated' mean but 'lost the location of'? How something that is attached can be lost is beyond us but she did it. Well, we found it for her... and it is back in place now. Yes, we thought we'd velcro the joint back together. Aren't we brilliant? She didn't think so. Ungrateful, we say. Totally ungrateful. But should it happen again, and it had better not, just push those joints back together. Velcro, the wonder fastener. Brilliant! Of course, while it took hold we opportunists decided to occupy her time more, demand extra feedings, sit on her lap, purr her to sleep, stick like velcro to her side, dive into the wools, yarns and needles and create absolute chaos. And we do it all so well. The one thing we don't do is tarry near her when she is on her feet. That is dangerous! Very, very dangerous. Well, that's all for this week, friends. Have a great one.... and NO ACROBATICS! (hint! hint! - you know who you are and I don't mean Grammy!) *Giggles* Whisker kisses and love, Sweetie. We've included a few photos for your viewing pleasure! Comments are welcomed... especially if they are amusing.
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by Etude, Mr Attitude. Oh brother! Hi friends. Can you believe it? We almost had to rush Grammy into the emergency room this week. Well, not really! I'm exaggerating a bit but that wee Mousie has been so darned cute this past week. And cute interprets into sweet, thus the sugar overload. Here's what's been happening... Mousie spends most of her time in the bedroom and only joins us in the livingroom occasionally - usually when meals are due or overdue, which happens a lot, let me tell you. (Cheap help! What more need we say?) But if Mousie comes snuffling around Grammy responds. We don't understand that. Of course, the tail tickling the back of Grammy's neck might be a clue to her moving but otherwise... When we ask for food she ignores us and says things like, 'you just ate an hour ago!' or 'it's 45 minutes until your next feeding time!' For goodness sake, we're cats. We don't have watches, only tummies that grumble. They are our time pieces. But, while the old girl ignores us she won't ignore the little mouse. Up she jumps and heads to the kitchen! Okay so, back to Mousie and sugar. Grammy has been going into the bedroom more regularly to interact with the wee Mouser (part of her get up and move frequently throughout the day exercise). Lately, whenever she does she leans over the bed and rubs foreheads with Mousie as she reclines in her marshmallow bed and that activates the 'purr machine'. That purring is louder and bigger than the little puss, by far. It is the loudest motor we've ever heard. Louder than mine and even louder than our vocal Rondo. Well, when Grammy hears the motor going she melts. Yes, she becomes a soppy puddle of goohs and gahs. 'Oh Mousie, you are just so adorable! I want to pick you up and cuddle you!' and then the sugar rush begins. Mousie seems to like the attention because now she does it every time Grammy visits the bedroom and the glucose levels are rising further and further. Pretty soon we'll need to get insulin for the old dear. Women! The other thing the little Mouser does is pose for Grammy in the cutest ways. These cause further sugar rushes. It's so disgusting! Of course, it isn't disgusting when we do. (Well, don't tell Grammy but we think Mousie's a cutiepie too BUT, so are the rest of us!) Pictures of Mousie (and us) to follow. by Sweetie, motivator and fitness trainer. Good morning, dear friends. Not sure if you have made resolutions for 2021. If not, I'd be happy to help you with some. Grammy, as usual, hasn't made any... so I've put together a few for her. 1. Feed us on demand... ours... not hers, 2. Play with us every day at least 5 times a day, 3. Share the bed - not take it over, 4. Cuddles.... give us lots and lots of cuddles, snuggles and kisses, 5. Groom us daily, 6. Feed us on demand... ours... not hers. And the resolutions we furballs have set for ourselves ... 1. Do our daily fitness routine: examples of a fitness routine specifically designed for the M&M crew shown in slideshow below. 2. Accept all pampering with grace and equanimity. Yes, that's it for us. *giggles* Comments are welcomed. by Rondo, blogger and mischief maker Good morning, Friends. Well, Grammy has definitely been visiting the land of nod or more correctly the land of odd. You may have read on our page... her odd behaviour this morning. If not, then read it here... She looked out the window from her comfy armchair and said, 'Oh my! We are living in the jungle! Check out the giraffes!' We all scampered to the window to see what she was nattering on about. Nothing! We couldn't see anything unusual. A bunch of condos, apartment buildings, office towers, the police station we supervise, the daycare and alternative school below us. Same old, same old. What is she talking about? Then between the apartment building and a condo through a gap is a construction site... a new group of condos is in early stages of construction and in there are two cranes working the site. Now, we might think they look like whooping cranes but giraffes? Nah! A beautiful white momma and her dusky orange baby swaying back and forth across the site. So, while we think she must be loopy, we must be too... since while we could see what she was looking at we had our own ideas about what they were. Now back to a little sanity. Here are a few winter photos for you to enjoy of us when we were younger. Comments are welcomed. Sweetie, chronicler of all things goofy about Grammy And this one's the goofiest. Believe me! It was a dark and stormy night. No it wasn't! It was a normal evening. Aunty L and Grammy were chatting on the telephone. Suddenly Grammy let out a million decibel scream. She almost burst Aunty L's eardrum. While they were chatting Grammy had to wash her hands for some unknown reason. Suddenly a ginormous spider ran along the wall beside the sink. I must say, it was pretty big... almost as big as my paw, black bodied with very long legs. You may not know this about Grammy but she is terrified of spiders and centipedes. Truly! Why? Well, when she was growing up she would read in bed until the wee hours. Frequently these creatures of the night would invade her room and run across her bedspread or gather on her walls. Even her big, brave brother was scared of the centipedes in that house. They were huge! Another time while helping her momma with laundry a pale white one jumped out of a drain when she turned on a tap. It must have been at least 4 inches long, or so she says. *Shudder!* Her mom, who wasn't afraid of anything even cringed when she saw that one. Results of these experiences? Grammy terrified forever. Okay, so back to this latest crisis. She was chatting, washing her hands and she screamed. Poor Aunty L's ears! Well, as scared as she would be Grammy couldn't let it get away. Grabbing some TP she scooped and squished. To be sure it was dead she peeled back the TP and NOTHING!!!!! Where was it? After searching the walls and vanity finally she found it curled into spider fetal position on the countertop and dispatched it forthwith... then into the toilet, FLUSH! You'd think Grammy could relax then, wouldn't you! Well, not our Grammy! Cleaning her specs... (spectacles/glasses) so she could see more clearly she went on the hunt. Where there's one spider there is bound to be another. AND SHE WAS RIGHT! There where wall meets ceiling she saw a black dot, and another, and another... eight more tiny spiders...newly hatched and just waiting to creep Grammy out. Well, they got dispatched too. And an hour later, another six surfaced near the vanity and were deep-sixed. Then into the shower, light on and another half dozen. It's a veritable invasion. This could go on all night! *shudder* From there the old girl progressed to bedroom, livingroom and kitchen finding one more teensy spider on the livingroom wall alongside a moth and they both bit the proverbial dust, tout suite. You must know spiders eat insects and this moth would be considered dinner at some point in its lifespan but, in this case the moth was 10 times the size of the baby spider so if anything it might have been the moth's dinner if moths eat spiders. Something to Google!! Do clothing moths eat spiders? If I find out I'll let you know... So, all arachnids as far as we can tell have been TPed and drowned in a swirl of TW (toilet water - and not the sweet smelling kind you find in a bottle) but Grammy is feeling buggy. This always happens after she sees such a creature, even if she knows it's dead and gone. A piece of cat hair fluffs against her leg -SWIPE! SPIDER! A hair on her head flips against her forehead - SWIPE! SPIDER! The old girl's going to be twitchy all night or knock herself out swatting her head. I think we kitties will sleep in the livingroom until this is over. P.S. Next day: And the body count continues to rise every time Grammy visits the loo. Such fun! P.P.S. It has finally ended. The body count is well over 35... but she ran out of fingers, toes and kitty paws to count on. Comments are welcomed. No more photos, please. By Rondo, Chronicler of the Inept. She did it again. I have decided that if it weren't for us being here to look after the old girl she'd need a full-time caregiver or to be put in a nursing home. Yep. For sure! Well, I don't relish tattling but here goes.... *giggles* Oh, of course I love to tell all... And here is the latest. No, she wasn't injured. Well, no more than her pride, that is. Friday, late morning and a grumbly tummy enticed Grammy to the kitchen to make herself a little cup of chicken noodle soup and a sandwich. Now, some may consider it a late breakfast or an early lunch but either way, she really wanted a turkey on a bun with a little relish on top. Nothing too taxing. At least, you'd think not. A few skinny noodles in a cup, add onion and parsley flakes and top with chicken broth, let sit 5 minutes then nuke and enjoy. The bun takes a little more effort... but still a simple task. A little butter, a dab of relish and a slice of turkey.... slapped together on a bun and chomp away. Right? Well, to do that she has to retrieve some items from the fridge. How hard can that be, you say? For the normal person... straight forward. For Grammy - well, let us just say... somewhat more challenging. Now I must tell you... Grammy likes relish on lots of things. It can be Bick's, or No Name from No Frills. Either way the tastes are similar but Bick's is more expensive..... so Grammy opted for cheap last time. The problem is this. Cheap comes in a fat glass jar, and I mean fat. And fat also means heavy. Remember, Grammy is recovering from her injury. Over that past few weeks she's been struggling with this heavy glass jar. Firstly, she couldn't get the jar open and had to request help. Easy peasy for the PSW, huh! Then, each time she would lift it out of the door shelf with two hands... one to lift, the other to slide under the jar. Even that was a challenge and a couple of times it wobbled and plopped back onto the shelf. Today, the silly woman picked up the turkey first which meant there was no second hand for support. The jar wobbled and down it went. Not onto the shelf. No! What are the odds? Huh? Do you know what glass does when it hits a ceramic floor? Yep, you've got it. Glass bits, chopped pickle, relish juice everywhere! And I mean EVERYWHERE! Grammy was not amused.... kind of like Queen Victoria... you know... the "We are not amused!" Queen of 19th Century England. So, what to do, before we curious furballs decide to check out the kerfuffle? Meal time for kitties was fast approaching and when we hoards are famished look out! The old girl new this and was frantic. I have to admit I watched from the other side of the kitchen doorway. You know what they say. Curiosity killed the cat. Well, I wasn't about to die! No siree! Curiosity had to be satisfied... but in this instance - from a distance. One in a pickle was more than sufficient. So.... at least she was smart about picking up the glass. She used a lifter/spatula to sort through the relish to pick up the larger pieces of glass and when needed a second one to help scoop smaller bits onto the original and into the bin. No cuts on her hands. Yeah! Then, what to do with the relish that remained? She got the bright idea to use a PLASTIC (good thinking) sour cream container from the cupboard above the fridge. Opening the door, she reached in, bumped a tower of plastic and it all, yes, ALL, came tumbling down into the relish below. Well, that almost brought tears to her eyes... yes, tears of frustration. Picking them up one by one she tossed that lot into the sink. I might say she slung them into the sink she was so annoyed. Finally getting to the one she really wanted, she scooped the remaining relish into it and set it into the sink in a sieve to drain. While it drained she had to address the floor. No silly, she didn't say, Good day, Mr Floor! Leaving her briny sandals in the kitchen she toddled over to the laundry room, grabbed bucket, mop and a rag or two, filled the bucket with water and set the mop to soak. Rag in hand she returned to the abandoned sandals and de-pickled them setting them aside to dry. (She has learned not to walk with damp shoes on slippery floors, I will give her that.) Then, mop in hand she swished, swiped and swished it over the floor to pick up the residue juices. Resoak mop, spin out the excess and head in for round two. No, it wasn't perfect but at least once this dried we could be fed. She could go back again with fresh mop, vinegar water and another good scrub later but our tummies must be sated. The bonus from all this? She was concerned that the dishwasher wasn't full and she needed to run it soon as we kitties had run out of clean crockery. This took care of that... a little rearranging of the dishes so plastics all fit into the top shelf... and away it could go. Talk about being in a pickle. Only Grammy! *Shakes head* Hopefully she won't be so stingy and splurge on Bick's next time. Plastic bounces. Yes, I observed this when the cupboard dis-engorged its hoard. Comments are welcomed. Hopefully some funny ones. Dear Friends. 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. |
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