Ramblings of a Poet sans Poetry

When there's nothing to write.

by Rondo, poet in a slump and mischief maker

Good day, dear friends. 
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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.

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​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.

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