Silent Sunday
July 12, 2009
A kitten’s life is a rough life
July 11, 2009
Yes, it’s true…..the new babies in our house have such a rough life. They have quickly become “Daddy’s Babies”. This is fine by me because I am still “Mommy’s Favorite”.
The new diet continues. The pumpkin seems to be helping my tummy and my fur is finally starting to get back to normal. However, this organic, holistic, gluten free, etc….kitty food really sucks. It’s like eating fish flavored wall paper paste. Who the heck comes up with this stuff!!!! I am now having rice bran mixed in with my food…..I guess this is because the HM was getting tired of peeling the rice off the walls! Ha….give me sticky rice and I’ll show you what to do with it!!!
The Whisker Caper – Page 32
July 10, 2009
Across town at the Kittyville Opera the sidewalk was alive with lavishly dressed cats slowly making their way toward the entrance. Security was tight as the big black limo pulled up to the front and Prime Minister Purcy emerged, tipping his hat and extending his paw to his lovely wife Purrrcilla. The crowd applauded as they climbed the stairs, stopping briefly for a photo op as they went.
Inside the building the chandeliers glowed warmly, as champagne was passed from crystal glass to glass. The orchestra began to play and the elegant crowd moved to their seats. Purcy and Purrcilla were escorted to their private box and made comfortable as the lights dimmed and the first act of Tom Giovanni began.
A day at the Nursery………..
July 8, 2009
Today the HM was off from work and her and my second favorite Aunt, went off on an excursion to a local nursery, having a sale. The HM returned with some pretty cool plants.
How is this for cool…..(oh she didn’t buy this one because it was eight foot long, and the stupid little brothers would chew it……but look at the blossom..
They also had one other interesting little blossom. I didn’t realize that they grew these things at nurseries?
Her name is Molly and she was the fluffiest little blossom there!
Stormy Weather………
July 8, 2009
Don’t know why, there’s no sun up in the sky
Stormy weather, since my man and I ain’t together
Keeps raining all the time
Life is bare, gloom and misery everywhere
Stormy weather, just can’t get my poor old self together
I’m weary all the time, the time, so weary all of the time
When he went away, the blues walked in and met me
If he stays away, old rocking chair will get me
All I do is pray, the lord above will let me
walk in the sun once more
Can’t go on, everything I had is gone
Stormy weather, since my man and I ain’t together
Keeps raining all the time
Keeps raining all of the time
Yep, that pretty much says it all for the New York weather lately. We have gotten so much rain! This is today’s storm front moving through. Bringing lots of rumbling thunder. I hate thunder!!!
Pussywillow McFlea and the Whisker Caper – Page 31
July 7, 2009
MacGrudder adjusted his holster and fiddled with his vest as Puss approached. Puss nodded her head to say hello and he motioned her to a closed door to the warehouse on the left. She entered the warehouse and he led her to a back inside room where four other cats were waiting.
She recognized Flick Flannigan, and MacGrudder introduced her to Tabby Tagliovento, Savannah Sal and Cal Catalonni. They were all MacGrudder’s age or a little younger, and most of them knew her father. They were seasoned cops and knew the drill. MacGrudder had already filled them in on the details and he briefed Puss on the plan.
Puss, MacGrudder and Flick and would be on the northside of the dock and Tab, Sal and Cal would take the other. They would wait until the tuna had been unloaded and the money exchanged paws. Once the deal had gone down they would call for reinforcements and then move in. They anticipated that the hired help would be unarmed and flea. The real threat would come from the main players making the exchange.
Ahhhh…..Kittenhood
July 6, 2009
Let me tell ya, if this sh– don’t drive you crazy nothing will!!! Constant running, chasing, rolling, fighting, dashing and darting. I am exhausted just watching these stupid little brothers! The dumb fat fluffy one thinks my tail is a play toy!! Yeah, I am floppin it about just so you can play with it…NOT!!! I don’t want to share my food with you little demons, eat your own!!! (actually that kitten kibble is pretty good stuff)
I can’t eat in peace, and when I lay on my plastic bag they run over the top of me like a freight train. I hiss, growl and even smack them with my left hook. But they don’t get it, slow learners.
The house is completely trashed with balls of paper, straws, string and those ridiculous little balls with the annoying bells in them (who thought of that!)
I am feeling better despite the annoyance of these characters. I seem to have some sort of an ear problem and keep shaking my head and when someone pets me I flatten my ears down and shake my head. But other than that I am doing pretty well. Now if I can just get my Craigslist account set up and the ad written: KITTENS – Buy one get one free – call PennyCat.
America, America, God shed His Grace on Thee…………..
July 4, 2009
As we celebrate the 4th of July, I thought I would share some of the beauty of our “little slice” here in the north.
The Big Project
July 3, 2009
The big box arrived, and was opened………
The Senior Architectural Engineer inspected the foundational pieces for stability…….
The Inspector then made sure that the residential portion of the structure was up to our local Housing Code.
Next the Contractor began assembly. (note the care, skill and judgement he used)
The new owners arrived and inspected the craftsmanship.
The new owners take up residence, another satisfied customer!
The Whisker Caper – Page 30
July 3, 2009
Puss rolled into the warehouse district at 10:25 p.m. She parked her car in an alley two blocks down, locked the doors and headed toward the SouthPaw Trade Company. The cool breeze from the bay ruffled her soft fur as the fog began to roll in off the water. She walked quietly and swiftly into the mist. As she turned the corner she adjusted her bag and loosened the gun in her holster. The salty night air felt cool against her nose, and her whiskers twitched as she recognized the scent of the sea. She paused at the alley of the SouthPaw Trade Company and took a breath, then quickly disappeared into the darkness.
