by Mousie, chronicler of Mischief and Mayhem.
Good afternoon, dear friends.
And so, mischief ensues... Yes, I know this is a surprise to you, dear readers, since we are all well-behaved, gentlecats. But, it does.
A little background here...
Yesterday Grammy's neighbour, the gem we've spoken of in the past, brought groceries once again. She is such a dear, sweet young woman. Grammy heard the knock at the door... a tiny wee knock.
It was her youngest daughter knocking, we think. Camille! When Grammy opened the door there she was with sister Evangeline and mummy standing on the opposite side of the hall. Groceries were passed to Grammy and while she stood inside they chatted for a moment and 'what to her wondering eyes' did Grammy see?
RONDO - The resident scaredy cat sauntered nonchalantly past Grammy looked down the hall, then wandered out a few paces! Everyone stood there in shock! He's never shown an interest in going out until this week. When Grammy set the recycling bag outside the door a few days ago he peeked past her ankle but stayed on the inside of the threshold. This time he actually walked a few steps down the hall, turned around and howled at Grammy in disgust.
I think he was looking for food. Since there wasn't any inside he thought maybe he'd have better luck with the neighbours. Well, when that didn't pan out he stomped back inside past Grammy snorting in disgust. I think he said something like, 'you got groceries, so where are ours?' He does have a point!
Sweetie spends a lot of her time on the window ledges watching the neighbours. She relays her observations to the rest of us ad nauseum... but at least it keeps her amused and we cats can ignore that which we don't want to attend to... as you well know.
We kitties are a little tired of having Grammy home 24/7. She constantly photographs us... in the litter box (embarrassing), sleeping, eating, being cute. It's a bit much. But then, on the other hand, we do like the extra cuddles and snuggles. So, we take the good with the bad. But we are giving Grammy a lot of cheek in return.
Now that Spring has arrived we are getting into the spirit of it and romping around the condo, bouncing off walls and furniture and when Grammy's napping, off her too. We love to startle her awake with a, "Oomph! What was that?"
We have the best fun when she picks up the camera. She grabs it to take videos of us racing around chasing imaginary critters or chatting with her and we immediately settle down to nap. No way is she going to capture us getting into mischief. We know she'd hold it over us and demand bribes. She's incorrigible.
Well, dear friends. That's all for this week. Enjoy the slideshow below. Our latest photoshoot. *giggles*
Comments are welcomed.
by Etude, the quiet, well-behaved, cuddlebunny.
Well dear friends, Grammy developed another 10 grey hairs overnight AND I DIDN'T cause them this time.
Last evening after our last feed of the day/night Grammy prepared the bed to crawl in, making sure the duvet was placed properly to tent me. Well, it was to tent her legs but I love sleeping in there and so, we both benefit.
Then she plumped her pillows and got them ready close to the bottom of the bed. Yes, she's crazy as a loon. She sleeps backwards head at the bottom and feet at the top. Looney-toons, that's our Grammy.
Once the food dishes are gathered, washed and put away she opens the bedroom door and let's the girls out to roam and Rondo and I immediately head into the bedroom. We're banned from it during the day to allow the girls a safe-haven from rambunctious boys. Or that's what Grammy says.
What is she talking about? Can't be Rondo and me! We are models of good gentlemanly behaviour.
*shout from the livingroom* EXCEPT WHEN YOU BITE LITTLE GIRLY BACKS.
Hush, Grammy. This is my blog. As I said, we are models of good behaviour but frustrated at being omitted from half the snoozing spots in this condo. We have to let spoiled girlies know how we feel. It's only fair! They come and go through the cat door as they wish.
*another shout* AND YOU COULD TOO IF YOU LOST SOME WEIGHT, CHUBBOS!
Ignore the old dear. Let's move on, shall we?
The bedroom door is opened at bedtime and immediately I head for the duvet while Rondo either hangs his head over the local water dish or stretches out beside the pillows and waits for Grammy's cuddles.
Mousie and Whiskers head for the livingroom and hunker down out there for a while before returning to take over Grammy's pillows. They push and shove her head out of the way so they can centre their chubby butts esthetically on said pillows and settle in for the night.
Where's Sweetie in all this kerfuffle? Doing her rounds, checking for errant snowflakes, oak leaves and dust bunnies. No insurgents in the area, she'll settle on the blanket on the dresser or the kitty condo to watch over us.
So, back to last night. Grammy crawled in around us and stretched out for the night. Other than a couple of interruptions to use the human litterbox OUR night was undisturbed until …
Sometime before dawn - bang, crash, clatter, rumble, cat-screeches and scrambles and Grammy and we were all upright on the floor, eyes wide. We furries put on our innocent faces but looked concerned. It took the old girl a while to don glasses, search the condo and locate the source of the calamity.
Well, it served her right! She was up earlier than she'd like but if, before she crawled into bed she'd put the lid on the fresh litter bin and set the scoop against it as she should Sweetie wouldn't have bounced off the dresser onto the lid flipping herself into the litter box and it and the scoop into the empty bin. So there! The bin din was Grammy's fault.
And so, moral to the story is.... do what you ought when you ought, Grammy so we have free reign to do whatever and be our mischievous selves. That is, if you want to sleep in until 7. Oh and, the grey suits you, old dear but we'll have to work on a little more to even it out.
So, dear friends. As we close we have to say this. That bin is still empty. More grey hairs might show up tomorrow if she doesn't take care of it before bedtime.
Comments are welcomed. We love to hear from our friends.
By Etude, aka Eureka, one of the Hoover Brothers *giggles* and M&M Central crew.
I am having a fit about getting fit so I am not ready to blog about much today. As a substitute I have put together a collection of creations by Grammy of the Mischief and Mayhem kind.
Why am I having a fit, you ask? Well, because last week Grammy bought a harness and leash and is forcing me to exercise. This is cruel and unusual punishment for a cat. Dogs go on leashes. Cats do NOT! We should be allowed to roam free of encumbrances like a harness, be lazy, eat what we want and do what we want when we want to. None of this namby-pamby leash walking.
So, I'm having a hissy fit and have decided not to write a blog. Instead, please enjoy the video that Grammy put together for me. A Collage of Mischief and Mayhem Miscellany.
Love you all. Etude, the Chubby Lovebug
PS. Oh no! I did write a blog! Oh bother! as WtP would say!
Comments are welcome (especially if you agree with me about leashes and exercise). Otherwise, I'll respond after my nap.
Five Cats, Five Personalities, One Goal - Mischief & Mayhem.