by Sweetie, feeling ornery and out of sorts kitty.
Good morning, friends.
Not sure why I'm writing this blog today except those boys are lazy and said it's a Civic holiday so they are taking theirs and it is my Civic duty to write the blog. Pffft! Typical. Did you hear that Mousie? *shakes head in annoyance*
Oh, Mousie, I love you, sis.
Friends, Mousie said she would write the blog since she's had a good few nights rest on Grammy's pillow and is full of pep. So friends, I hand you over to my sweet wee sister, Gentle Mouse.
Hi friends. Mouse is in the house and feeling quite rested. So, I wanted to say this... Grammy has had her 2nd COVID injection with very little reaction. She felt tired and a little achy that first afternoon and evening but in the morning she was full of vim, vigour and vitality. So much so that she scooped boxes, cleaned, dusted and set up Roomba to vacuum then did clothing and towel laundry. BOY, maybe she should have a vaccine every week... *giggles*
Well, with house clean, the next day she stripped the bed and washed bedding including the duvet. BIG Oooops! We mischievous kitties had clawed the duvet leaving slashes in the duvet. Down flying EVERYWHERE!
Fortunately, only a couple of the batts are affected but time for the iron-on patches to seal up the damage before more downy softness escapes. So, that is on the agenda for the old girl but not before I get some cuddles.
Oh, and there is a turkey meatloaf in the oven... and it smells delicious. Dinner - meatloaf, mashed potato and squash. Sometimes I wish I weren't a kitty, but only for a moment, then I'm glad I am 'cause I get all the attention and cuddles and stuff.
Well, that's all for now. Grumpy has gone to bed. The boys, likewise. I'll stay and supervise Grammy while she knits. I'm such a good and responsible kitty.
by Etude the Dude, Chronicler of Mischief
Good day, Friends.
Today's blog is short. Grammy is struggling with another critter in the condo. No, not bats in the belfry though we anticipate there could be some in Grammy's belfry.
No. Recently we were treated for ants in the pant-ry but now we have moths and they are giving Grammy ants in her pants. *giggles*
Yes, you heard.... Moths.
Clothing moths. Grammy is keeping them under control with frequent emptying of closets, vacuuming of same and everywhere else they gather, sweeping the bases of baseboards and the feet of furniture where they lay their eggs etc. Unfortunately, with all her attempts she hasn't rid us of them and one or two appear every few days.
Fortunately, from the outset Grammy has placed all knitting supplies into plastic bins with highly scented moth deterrent fabric sheets to keep them safe from the critters. As an extra precaution, before sending something on to a client it gets a two week hiatus in a sealed bag in the freezer - long enough to kill off the critters.
Now, for us, these creatures are great entertainment. They crawl out from under those baseboards or from nooks and crannies, wings flapping as they walk and gain strength. Then they flit and fly giving us something to chase. Wohoo! We love it.
Poor Grammy, though. She's seven years older and twice as wobbly as she was the last time she had to deal with them. Not to worry though. We'll 'help' her. And if all else fails - she can call in the handy-dandy Moth Terminator.
Grammy here! Yes, they 'help', chasing and playing with the critters but not killing them. That part is left to me.
Just so you know... It was moths that started this whole blog thing off. Yes, seven years ago this coming October we had the Moth Terminator visit and do his stuff. Read all about it here.... Moth Day
By the crew at Mischief and Mayhem Central - Sweetie, Etude, Mousie, Rondo
We are almost a day late posting our blog this week. This is the sequel to last week's blog where we shared Grammy's volunteer knitting. This week it is all about knitting for her friends and clients.
You'll see an array of different items she's made... some from patterns, other created out of an idea in her head. We must admit sometimes those 'out of her head' creations were a bomb and had to be undone, redone and sometimes undone and redone again. And sometimes they needed to be scrapped completely. Others were a smashing success. We aren't going to tell you which is which other than one...
A shawl cardigan that took 10 years or more to make... that was started before most of us were born... that sat in a bin of knitting 'stuff' for many years... that was brought out on numerous occasions and worked on and unravelled again and again.
The back and sleeves knitted up like a charm. The front panels were the main challenge and the reason it sat unfinished all those years. Finally, with help from a local knitter and numerous YouTube videos the fronts were figured out and completed. Once they were done and the basic cardigan was assembled Grammy started the shawl collar. Unfortunately, it took three attempts with a final add of extra stitches to get the shawl to sit correctly along the front and bottom and...
Eureka! Perseverance prevailed. It was finished and the birthday present delivered - 10 years late but delivered nonetheless.
What we will say is this. Grammy is happiest with knitting needles and yarn in hand and one of us curled up beside her or snuggled into her shoulder. She practically purrs in contentment which gets whichever of us is the snuggler purring too. A virtual purr fest. *giggles* Sometimes we wonder of anyone in adjacent condos can feel the vibrations.
Okay, without more ado... here is the video. Enjoy.
Love from the M&M crew and Grammy too.
Comments are always welcome. And orders are too.
by the Mischief and Mayhem Crew - Sweetie, Etude, Gentle Mouse, Rondo
Today we are sharing a little of Grammy's story and her volunteer knitting.
Grammy D is our dear old Grammy at Mischief and Mayhem Central. She took up knitting again after the turn of the millennium... but had been a knitter and crocheter in her early years. Other occupations kept her busy during those early years too... calligraphy, stained glass and flower arranging being just a few of them but working with yarn was her passion.
This love of using the hands all started when she was a toddler watching her own Grammy (aka. Nana). Nana was never idle. She started her morning with a cup of tea, buttered toast, a set of knitting needles and yarn. She knit socks for Grammy's dad, and mittens for all the grandkids in between helping care for those same children. Grammy D's own mama knitted for her own babies as they came along but then life got too busy with such a hectic household... 3 then 4 generations all under one roof ... there wasn't enough time in the day for such 'idle' occupations.
Well, Grammy D from now on we'll just call her D, a young adult, took a course in knitting and crocheting, picked it up quickly and began teaching it a year later at a community high school. At the time she preferred to crochet focusing on handmade blankets, baby outfits until finally a bill-paying career took off and all else was set aside.
It wasn't until illness side-lined D and her idle fingers were itching to be active that she began to crochet again. Crocheting soon became difficult with an arthritic thumb so she switched to the gentler activity - knitting. The rest is history.
To start us off we have a slideshow of projects Grammy D has knitted as a volunteer for a local hospital. All made for the Adult Cancer ward and the hospital's NICU. Only a small sampling of the items is shown here. In addition, I, Sweetie, added in my doggy friends that Grammy knitted for.
Each hat for the cancer ward has been made unique by using different coloured yarn combinations and stitch patterns. An attempt has been made to make the gowns unique. Different stitch patterns were created for the neck, sleeve cap and/or skirt of the gowns and the ribbon colours vary. Click here to watch the video slide show.
We'll share Grammy's knitting for clients and friends another time.
By Sweetie at Mischief and Mayhem Central
One of our feline friends recently passed on. Murphy (or the Murph as Grammy would call him) was a respectable 20 years old. May 22, 2001 - June 10, 2021 He is survived by his sister Bella and Mom and Dad who miss him so very much.
We have few memories of him. Grammy and Malcolm spent time caring for him, Bella and Granddad while Mom and Pop were on vacation a couple of times.
But then, back a few years ago - about 5, we think - we all went to visit Aunty L and stayed for about a month. Grammy was having some work done on her condo and so we were trundled off to visit and enjoy our 'summer vacation', so to speak. Well, it was an adventure.
We girls took it all in stride but Rondo and Etude were freaked out when they were housed in a separated room from us girls. You ask why we were separated? Well, we had different diets and Grammy thought it would be easier for Aunty L. It might have been, if not for our brothers, the fraidy cats.
There was a stranger cat outside their glass door. Who was this bold fellow staring at them through the window pane? Yes, it was Murphy... the mancat of the house... and we were intruding on HIS domain. And yes, our big brave brothers who outweighed the Murph by a good 7 or 8 pounds each... were intimidated. SO, it ended up all five of us hunkered down in one small room and were all fed the girls' food. Not so convenient for us girls but hey, we managed.
The big memory of that vacation was Mousie's adventure. She managed to sneak past Aunty L and got into the nether reaches of the basement. Poor Aunty L was so upset and worried that she feared Mousie had gotten outside. Fortunately not. The little mischief was roaming around the furnace, plenum and pipes. Grammy went over to help look for her, thought she could hear footsteps on the pipes and decided to spend the night on the bed with us instead of upstairs in a comfy bed. Sure enough, in the wee small hours she heard scratching at the entrance to the furnace room. AND our wee adventure-cat Mousie had resurfaced. She was hungry, thirsty and tired and headed straight for the food dish and water bowl before curling up for a long nap.
Well, this morning's blog is really about Murphy so why don't you settle back and check out our video here.
Just one more thing... the Murph will always be in our hearts.
Created and written with love, Sweetie.
Comments are welcomed.
Sweetie and Mousie, loving sisters (sometimes)
Well, friends. I, Sweetie, mentioned last week that the boys would be turning 10 years OLD, ANCIENT this month. *giggles* Well, it is only 2 days away... and Rondo and Etude will be over the hill. That is.... if they can manage to get up that hill.
On a side note: Those chubbos, Rondo and Etude, whom we love so dearly and just cannot resist teasing, have grown from 100 grams as newborns to their highest 7.7 kilograms and 8.2 kilograms respectively. That is 80 times their birth weight, give or take They have come down to a respectable 6 kilos for Rondo, and 7.25 for Etude over the past two years and we are very proud of their progress. For those of you in pounds and ounces that is around 13 and 16 lbs. Chubby, short-legged, cobby-bodied Etude has some to go but hey, he had further to go to begin with.
Okay... so back to the birthday stuff. Yes, the Over the Hill part.... remember?
So Wednesday, it will be 10 years since those balls of fluff were wee scraps of fur. I wasn't here at the time as I'm younger, but Mousie tells me they were noisy right from the getgo - squealing for momma's milk, and scrapping with each other for the tastiest nipple. It was quite a battle at times.
*Mousie pipes in: They were AWFUL little pipsqueaks! but then, so was Sweetie when she came along! *giggles* Glad I was perfect.
Sweetie: Hey! I suppose you were a quiet little squeaker! Huh! Doubt it! We're supposed to be on the same side, Remember? Girls against the boys?
So back to those boys....
Their poor momma. They sure were hard on her. Despite this she was a perfect, loving mom. She bathed, nursed and disciplined them as needed. Well, momma Fidelia lived to tell the tale and has now 'escaped' to a good home as have the sibs - Musetta and Scherzo. Grammy still keeps in touch occasionally with their families.
And the boys? They can be sweet one moment, bullies, the next, and 'fraidy cats two seconds later. And above all, they are ALWAYS HUNGRY - or so they lead Grammy to believe.
Between the two of them they keep Grammy on her toes! And that is quite a feet! *get it - feat! Oh, I'm just so on the ball today...*giggle* ... you know! Ball of the foot? Okay, I'll stop now.
Unfortunately, we cannot tell you what Wednesday will bring as Grammy is on hiatus at the moment but we hope there will be some kind of birthday bash - at least Cake and Ice Cream would be a good start. In the meantime, here are the boys... over the years.
by Sweetie, blogger and chronicler of silly stuff
Good morning, Friends.
We are back. At least, this week we are. No telling what other weeks will bring. A lot has been going on around here but nothing much worth writing about except our wee Mousie.
Yes, little Mousie, my big sister. Let me clarify that. Mousie is not bigger than me, in fact she's a little over half my size, but she's bigger in the sense that she is older than me. Yes, she's ancient. She will be 11 this year whereas I just turned 9.
Now, as I was saying, little Mousie, my big sister has never lost her kittenish behaviours. She curls up in her bed like a kitten and buries her nose in her paw. OH! So do I! Oh, and she loves to cuddle. Oops! So do I! Oh yes, and she grooms herself all the time. And so do I, but not as much as she. *Giggles* I guess we are sort of alike.
But, most of all she loves to play with toys and with her tail. I don't! I chase intruders and sometimes Mousie and tease Rondo and Etude but I don't often play with toys.
Oh, and I've told you this before but I'm going tell you again... Mousie chases her tail and when she catches it she bites it AND SQUEALS because, as she says with a look of shock on her puss, "It hurts!"
Well, that's about all, except for this link of Mousie doing acrobatics and tail chasing AND a few photos of all of us, but mostly of our wee Gentle Mousie. Enjoy. I'm off now to chase her around the condo.
Oh, oh, oh! And before I forget... The bratty boys turn 10 this month. Yep, can you believe it? So, stay tuned for a birthday celebration of a sort....late next week. *giggles*
by Etude, aka Velcro, the cuddlebug
Good morning, everyone. Well, here we are at another Monday and what is there to talk about other than a visit to our favourite Dr. Whitecoat? Well, not much but you must hear this...
Grammy decided since we are reaching 10 years of age it was time to do a Senior blood panel. We are at the top end of Mature. The nerve! Senior. We are still young whippersnappers, not old fogeys like Grammy. Dr. Whitecoat agreed and we had no say in the matter. Again I say, the nerve!
Rondo was taken first to trim his claws. The techies did what they could but just as Grammy feared a couple of his claws had pierced his toe-pads. Those had to be left for the doctor to take care of and she did a great job. Just to be sure an antibiotic injection was given to ensure no infection takes hold. Grammy was advised to trim him or bring him back within 3 to 4 months. Little does she realize what a terror he is with Grammy. She stands a chance of losing her arm, fingers or nose. But with the 'cat whisperer' the little brat just sits quietly and allows her to do her thing.
In addition, Mr Long-legs lost a pound. One whole pound and now sits at 14 lbs. According to the vettie 13 lbs is an ideal weight for boys of our build. I beg to differ but then, who listens to me! Certainly not Grammy, nor the vettie.
Now to me and my issues. Grammy advised that I had an inflamed gum around the upper back tooth on the left. Turns out the upper back right tooth is in the same condition. With a special tool Dr. Whitecoat popped off the calcification around the two teeth, staunched the blood and said all the other teeth were in great shape. Of course they are.
As to the chewing my fur off the belly and legs... They are growing in again and Dr. Whitecoat thinks it was because my teeth and gums were sore combined with the Grammy issue last August. So, Grammy has meds for when I am anxious. Otherwise, I'm perfect! As if I didn't know that already.
Oh, and guess what!!! I was a good boy this year. I've lost two pounds bringing me down to 16 lbs from November 2019... so in 16 months. Not bad. But is Dr Whitecoat happy? Yes and no. Happy I'm down some but another three to go. Sheesh!!! How is this fair when Mousie is allowed all the food she can eat and Sweetie gets Turkey or Chicken and Giblets in Gravy while we are on a diet menu?
So, back to the blood panel. We got great results in all areas. Liver, heart, kidneys and all other organs are in 100% condition. See, I told you I was perfect! Yes, yes, Rondo is too, I guess. Grammy said she was sure the old bladder and bowels were too! She said the proof was in the pudding! Or was that the litter box?
Pudding! Yum!!! Oh, Grammyyyyy! We boys are hungry! Rondo wants yoghurt and I'll have a nice big bowl of Sweetie's Turkey and Giblets in Gravy, please.
by Rondo, poet and songster.
Good morning, friends.
Today I'm a bit disgruntled. Oh, I know! It is spring finally and I should be happy but just wait until you hear what's going on today.
Grammy is going out for a chocolate bar today and we aren't allowed to share it. At least she could bring home a nibble for each of us. Don't you agree? What's that, Sweetie?
Sweetie: Not a Twix you goof. Twinrix. It's a needle. Do you want a needle in your leg? Huh?
Rondo: She thinks she knows everything. (shouting out loud) You're spoofing me, Sweetie. Grammy wouldn't go willingly for a needle. She's either going for a candy bar or she's going out for breakfast. I heard her say Twix. Well, if it isn't a candybar maybe she's going for breakfast. That's almost as bad. Doesn't she know Twix are for kitts not old people. It ways so in the cereal commercials. *Walks off in a huff*
Sweetie shakes her head... no talking to him. (chuckles to herself) Well, he's gone. Guess I'll finish the blog.
Wait until he hears about his outing! *giggles* Yep! He and Etude are off to the vettie on Friday for a claw trim and health checkup *tehee* but not Mousie and me. We girls are perfect. Yep! See how 'disgruntled' he'll be then.
See you next week. I'm sure he'll have lots to say then though it may not be printable.
Have a great week, friends. Love from Mischief and Mayhem Central.
By Sweetie, blogger and more
Good morning, dear friends. This post is going to be brief today. We want to feature our doggie friend in Virgin Islands. MerriBugg is her name and she lost her mommy person suddenly and now she needs to find a new home where she can be loved and pampered forever.
The following is the posting that has been put on Facebook by the St. Croix Animal Welfare Centre. MerriBugg is there and being cared for until a new home is found for her. Let's hope that is sooner than later.
St. Croix Animal Welfare Centre posted the following ...
They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, and it’s certainly true about this gentle, sweet girl. Her name is Merri Bugg. Her owner passed away unexpectedly last week.
We all know how devastating it is to suddenly lose a loved one. Merri Bugg lost her whole world - the person who rescued her from the bush, who patiently taught her to trust humans and to accept love and kindness. Now she needs a new best friend - could it be you?
Merri Bugg is about 7 years old. She is calm and quiet, good with cats, housebroken, and leash-trained. Please open your heart to this sweet soul. To meet Merri Bugg, come to the Animal Welfare Center’s main location at 5 Corners.
As a dear friend said in comments: My heart goes out to her. Such a very loyal girl. She deserves a wonderful home.
So, let's hope between Facebook postings and other exposure this new home with a loving family can be found very soon for this dear sweet girl.
Best of Luck sweet MerriBugg.
Five Cats, Five Personalities, One Goal - Mischief & Mayhem.