Snowball Fight!

By Mousie, blogger of family mischief.

Good day, dearest Friends.
Here we are once again at the beginning of the week and wow was last week eventful!  Not so much for Grammy but for us.  Well, maybe for Grammy because of us but otherwise, not so much.  Oh dear.  I'm getting too wordy for words. *giggles*  I'd better tell you what happened.

I don't know if you saw Rondo's post on Facebook where he usurped the marshmallow bed when the girls vacated it to get cuddles from Grammy but that's when all this started.  Yes, it began with Rondo the Usurper.  Oh no!  Am I using that word correctly?  Let me look it up.  BRB (in text speech - Be Right Back).

Okay, I'm back.  So this is the definition of Usurper - a person who takes a position of power or importance illegally or by force.  So that fits.  Rondo took our marshmallow bed, crawled in and settled down ILLEGALLY.  That marshmallow is important so Mummy Whiskers has a soft bed to sleep in for her achy tummy and joints.  (of course, I use it too but that's okay.  I'm tiny enough mummy can join me and we cuddle together).

The fact we weren't using it has no bearing on the matter.  NO, it doesn't!

Okay, so Rondo, proud of himself, posted the picture on Facebook and got a gazillion 'likes' and 'loves' and a message from his sweet Rosamund whom he now calls Rosy.  Awwww!  Isn't that cute?  Oh puleeeease. I remember when he and Etude used to tease me until my fur stood on end about my sweet Cheffy dearest. *shakes head and tisks*

And Rosamund, whom I shall call Rosy too because it is fewer letters to type with these fuzzy paws commented.  You want to hear her cheeky response?  I thought so.  Well, here it is.... "Oh can I come share it with you Sweet Cheeks?" Lovingly, Rosamund.   Such brazen cheek! calling him Sweet Cheeks when really he is BITEY BOY and condoning and offering to take part in his naughty behaviour too!  What is the younger generation coming to?  I ask you!

You all know that I'm one to let these things slide *giggles*  well maybe not! But life's too short and there was fun to be had if she came to visit and so just this once I shut up. Rondo, eager to see her suggested she 'borrow' her brother's hoverboard (climate controlled, of course) and come north from St. Croix.

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Well, Frodo was having none of that.  His hoverboard!  He drives! And any way, she needs a chaperone, doesn't she, Mommy Person?  Say yes, please! 

So, they both headed out, swung by Alabama. BAMA girl, RAINA joined them on her hoverboard and bearing north-east they picked up the Muddy Waters bunch.  You know who we mean... Yes, Third, Mitzy Meow Meow and my Cheffy dearest.  *swoons slightly then gets a hold on herself*

RAINA never fails to have picnic baskets ready to go at a moment's notice and always filled to the brim with all the Southern comfort foods you can imagine ... and I'll leave them all to your imagination.  Cheffy brought a humongous Carrot Cake with Creamed Cheese icing - so moist and delicious and a serving of Halibut cheeks for me.  Oh how I love that guy.  *giggles*

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Okay, so this is when OUR adventure truly began.  Four hoverboards zooming in across the city to land on our balcony.  The silly kitties dropped off the food baskets and Rosy, Third and Cheffy then took off again with Etude and Rondo.  Why, you ask?  So they could buzz the cop shop just across the road.  There they were - RAINA, MITZY and FRODO, Etude and Rondo... 5 hoverboards zooming in low over the grassy rooftop, swinging right and right again until they were westward bound through the parking lot.  One pass, round again, Two... then on the third pass.... oh no! You're too low!  LOOK OUT!

I was watching from my perch on the kitty condo. Ooops!  Ohhh that was close!  Where did he come from?  When they finally landed somebody's toupee was snagged on the underbelly of a hoverboard.  HE shall remain nameless.  They all better hope he who lost it didn't see them land on our balcony.

Grammy!  If the doorbell rings, DON'T ANSWER IT! We'll take care of it. you need to just relax, Grammy. SOMEONE get Grammy a hot milk! NOW! 

Okay.  Then we had another delay while everyone gave smoochies and hugs all round, the boys - a few slaps on the backs... macho boys and all that.  You know the type.  *Rolls eyes while typing*   

Well, Rosy wanted to check out the marshmallow so the girls disappeared into the bedroom oohing and ahhing to their hearts content at mummy in her marshmallow bed.  Well, actually they were oohing and ahhing at the bed, not mummy but we won't disillusion the old dear.   Maybe we should get her a hot milk too!

Suddenly, there was another commotion on the balcony.  Oh no!  Now what! Well, you know Mitzy.  Chief instigator Mitzy had joined Rondo, Etude and Frodo.  What were they up to now!  I'd better check.

The balcony was full of snow, packing snow, no less.  And lots of it!  And there were squirrels in the trees below.  Too tempting to pass up! AND such perfect targets!  Once mischief is afoot all caution is thrown to the winds. Not another thought about the cop shop or anything else, for that matter.

The snowballs were hurtling down and oh, look out!  Acorn missiles were bouncing off of the boys and Mitzy.  Those squirrels were marks-squirrels.  Imagine!  Then, suddenly there were startled wails of toddlers and moments later Sirens!!!!!!!  SIRENS!  Oh, HIDE!  Hurry!  Get inside and shut the door again!

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We scampered inside and found out later that the tots on the daycare playground below our balcony were frightened by the avalanche of snowballs  and acorns and someone ... yep! some spoilsport called the Cops.   I tell you! 

Oh dear. I forget what I was going to tell you.  Nevermind!

Fortunately, Grammy was still asleep after her warm milk and we all hunkered down to chat and some - names to be withheld to protect the guilty - snuggled on the sofa and in the arm chairs. KNOCK AT THE DOOR!  Shhhh, don't make a sound.  *STOP Giggling, Mitzy!  Shhhh! Finally whoever was at the door left.  WHew, that was close.  Best keep a low profile for the remainder of the visit guys.

Mummy Whiskers and I NEVER left our Marshmallow Bed.  No siree!  We weren't chancing those miscreants USURPING our bed again.

Oh, and as they left to return home Frodo did the responsible thing.  He dropped the toupee onto the cop shop driveway!  Hope they can't get incriminating paw prints off it.

Well, that's all for now.  But please comment.  We love to hear from our readers.

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