I is for...

by Whiskers, INFAMOUS Matriarch of Mischief aka IMPISHNESS

Good day dear friends.  I am here to ILLUMINATE your lives today... though how I'm to do IT eludes me.  I don't have the qualities needed to brighten or to enhance your day... as I'm more of an IMP not an ILLUSTRATOR.  

What I can do IS IMPLICATE my fellow felines of Mischief and Mayhem Central IN the mayhem we create on a daily basis.   I'm not so sure they will be pleased at my efforts, but then when have I ever worried about that!  NEVER!  

IN this household we are comprised of only six bodies - five feline and 1 bi-ped….. our Grammy but at times the neighbours must think we are a INIMITABLE herd of IMPALAS.   But let me reassure you.  There are only five of the quadrupeds in the house... and there is only one INDIVIDUAL, yes one, who gallops around this place and sounds like a horde of marauding INFIDELS.  That one is Sweetie.  Our beloved youngest IN the family is a noisy and INVETERATE chaser of INVISIBLE INTRUDERS.
  
That's right.  We don't see what she chases but she patrols the perimeter of the INSIDE of the condo from one end to the other, seeking out any and all who attempt to INFILTRATE.  Those INVETERATE beings are then systematically dispatched to INFINITY.  IN doing so she is prone to heavy-footed galloping, leaping up walls to great heights and of course landing with a loud thump on the floor again to dispose of the critter(s) forthwith - thus the herd of IMPALAS reference.   She must be doing a fine job as we've never been INVADED, INFILTRATED, or overrun yet.    Our wee Sweetie is INVALUABLE to our family.

Mousie, my dear sweet INFANT and the  characteristically shy one is quite the opposite of our noisy Sweetie.  Mousie prefers the quiet life.  Curled up behind/under her blanket or IN the eerie on the Kitty Condo, she dreams of her Cheffy Dearest.  But, she has her moments.  Yes, siree.  When least expected our wee Mousie will climb down from her throne on high, and join the family.  This starts with a gentle, silent drop to the floor and a canter across the bedroom, a perfect arc of a jump through the door-flap. On landing hall-side the wee one takes a quick look around, checking for the INSTRUMENTS of torture known as Etude and Rondo before clicking her claws across the tiles to the water fountain.  IF someone notices her in the main part of the condo she makes a hasty exit back to her safe haven IN the bedroom. If unnoticed she'll proceed to Grammy's chair for a few kisses and a cuddle before retiring again.  Sweet little Mousie, our sweet little INTROVERT loves her peace and quiet where she can ponder life's INCONGRUOUS INCONSISTENCIES.

Well, dear friends, dear old Grammy ISN'T up to this blog stuff at the moment so she's cut us off with our blog barely half done.   How dare she!  So, here IT IS... the INCOMPLETE blog.​
​At least we can share a photo of our two youngest.  Mousie and Sweetie.

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Our Green-eyed Mousie and Blue-eyed Sweetie

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