Tuesday, November 07, 2017

Cricket Goes Home

Merci:  Well, it's about time!

Rusty:  It's about time for what?  We've already had breakfast.

Merci:  It's about time our guest left so I can have my private room back..

Rusty:  That's not your private room.  That was our guest room for the past few days.

Merci:  Well, it's mine now!  I'm going to take a long nap.

Rusty:  I hate to spoil your plans, but you had better make that a short nap.  Jan is planning to break this dog crate down today.

Merci:  Then get out of my bedroom so I can enjoy some privacy.

Rusty:  Privacy?  You really think a room with bars is private?

Some of you have asked about our guest since we mentioned one in yesterday's post.  Here she is.  She was picked up on a country road on October 29th by a young woman who reached out for help to vet her from the local humane society (not a shelter!) because the dog has an injured eye.  She could not keep the dog there too long, so last Friday this old lady came to stay with us while we searched for her owner. 

It has been an interesting few days.  As any regular reader of this blog is aware, Marcus is not a gentle soul.  He is hyper and a bull in the china shop.  We all know to keep out of his way when he's excited but this dog was old and small (6 lbs when she arrived and 8 lbs yesterday).  She would be easily injured. 

So Jan spent the time playing musical dog crates.  When Marcus would go in his crate to nap, Jan would let the guest out.  When she went back in her crate to nap, Jan would open his door.  And then there were all those trips to the dog pen at all hours for pee/poop detail.  Marcus and the guest did meet on a few occasions, with Marcus checking her out doggy style.  The times when Marcus would go hysterical because he was about to go for a walk, or eat, or go outside to play fetch, he would wake her up and she would eventually give one high-pitched yelp that to Jan sounded very much like "SHUT UP"!

Merci slept in her bed against the outside of the guest crate, but she really, really, really wanted to move in!  Jan had to keep shooing her out.

Yesterday Jan and Kay (both with Upson Humane) started a serious Found Dog campaign on Facebook and the pictures/info were shared, shared, shared.  Jan shut down about 10 pm.  At 1:30 am, the owner suddenly saw her dog "all over facebook".  Barbara, the owner, called Jan this morning. 

Jan immediately called Kay and as she was telling her the news, that quickly the daughter-in-law Michelle was at our door, with Barbara on her cell phone.  Our guest responded to her voice.  There was no doubt those two were family!  Kay "flew" here for the reunion, too. 

Cricket the dog is a Reindeer Chihuahua and is older than we thought, about 20 or 21.  She had just wandered off and her family, fearing she was dead, had been frantically looking for her. 

Now you know who was visiting with us and why.  Michelle and Kay (above) are ecstatic Cricket is safely home. We are, too, and so are a whole lot of people on Facebook.

Merci: Will you guys please type quieter!  I'm trying to nap before Jan kicks me out of my room again.

Monday, November 06, 2017

Celebrating Marcus and Taylor

Cyndi:  Oh, Marcus and Taylor, we're so sorry we're late getting your Birthday and Gotcha days post up. 

Micah:  It's all Jan's fault again, isn't it!

Cyndi:  Yes, it is.  She can't remember what she's doing or where she put anything..  That means we get less time on the computer and more time helping her find her glasses so she can read what's on the screen.

Micah:  Well, let's get this party started.  Marcus and Taylor, we're so glad you two were born or gotcha'd ...

Cyndi:  Wait, I don't think you mean born or gotcha'd.  One has to be born first, then gotcha'd.

Micah:  Oh, right.  We're so glad you were born, Marcus, and you, Taylor, were born and gotcha'd. 

Cyndi:  Wouldn't it have been easier to say, Happy 4th Birthday, Marcus, and Happy 1st Gotcha Day, Taylor?

Micah:  Yes, it would have been easier but everybody says that.  I wanted to be different.  

Merci:  Since that has been resolved, you might want to apologize to Jan.  You know she wouldn't misplace her reading glasses as often if you cats didn't keep hiding them on her. 

Cyndi:  Okay, once, maybe twice, I covered them with my tail so she couldn't see them.  But we're late today because she's been spending too much time lately playing a game.

Micah:  What game is that?

Merci:  I think Cyndi means "Musical Dog Crates".

Micah:  That sounds like a dumb game.  There aren't any cats in it?

Merci:  No, we cats don't get to participate.  Just Jan, Marcus and our temporary guest. 

Cyndi:  Should we tell our friends about our weekend guest who will be staying longer?

Merci:  No, that's another post.  

Micah:  Stay tuned and don't change the channel.

Thursday, September 28, 2017

Farewell Buddy

Buddy, my shadow and walking companion of almost 13 years, left us at 6:10 pm today. 

He was abandoned at Mr. Doug's when he was only 3 or 4 weeks old.  It seems fitting he has returned there for burial, hopefully near Sam.

I can't think of any words other than good-bye, dear friend.  You are already missed!

Sunday, September 24, 2017

Happy Gotcha Birthday Micah

We are so out of touch with everything these past 5, almost 6 weeks, we forgot today is Micah's 5th Gotcha Day and 6 or 7th /assigned Birthday.  We remember him coming to live here as ML, the dear lady who used to run the Cat Blogosphere was preparing to move across country with her cats.  (We still miss her. as do many of you, and hope she is doing well.)

Happy Gotcha Birthday,Micah.  Is there a particular present you would like for your special day?

Micah:  You mean I can have anything I want?


Micah: I'll pack his bags and a tuna sandwich if Percy will move out!

Sorry, not that.

Micah:  Then can I rub my tummy and wish Percy elsewhere?

No.  Percy was here first.  How about if you two call a truce and enjoy your day?

Micah:  Can I have an extra piece of chicken and birthday cake if I let him stay and don't push him off the desk?


Micah:  Okay, then Percy can stay.  For now.

Micah:  Hey, Pipo and Mr. Jack Freckles (and their mom) made me a birthday card.  Thank you!

(Alasandra the Cats and the Dogs left a comment on our last post today or Micah's day would have gone unnoticed.)

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Down for the Count

Marcus:  Jan says I have been a good boy this past week.


This past week has been very hard on all of us and I am proud of Marcus.  He has so wanted me to play with him for weeks and I just didn't have the energy, but I did try to walk him and Buddy every day possible.  (I walk Merci by herself if she wants to go.)

I wasn't going to do this post but Loulou's sweet mama is concerned that we haven't been posting.  It's easier to type this once so we told her we would try to do a post.  This has been a hard summer.  I have been sweating buckets, cutting the lawn with a grass whip, and tottering around in exhaustion.

Last Monday I tried out my new electric lawn mower with a 100' cord that should make my life easier.  Six hours later about 3/4 of the lawn was done.  (There were a lot of breaks in there where I collapsed in a chair on the porch or over the trash can near the side yard.)  Then I wobbled up the street with the two dogs. 

Tuesday evening I set out with Marcus and Buddy for a walk.  We made it as far as the public sidewalk next door. Without any warning I was yanked sideways and back with such force the chest pain was excruciating and I was  screaming.  My feet were flying and I almost fell over Marcus and one of the dogs from next door when they both stopped.  Some distance away the neighbor kids were playing basketball in the alley.  I screamed for them to get their dog on a leash and they just stared.. 

There was another hard yank in another direction and I was face down on the lawn, still screaming in pain.  Bless the woman driving by who saw it happening and stopped to help..  She was there right away, wrapped the leashes in one hand (I had a death grip on them) and told me the dogs were okay. (I wasn't thinking straight and neglected to get the name of the kind woman.)  I couldn't see anything but I could hear those kids approaching.  From beginning to end, there was no sound from any of the dogs except one low growl from Marcus - his "I'm in trouble" growl.  One second he was walking, then he was playing, then I was on the ground screaming and there were all those kids coming at him.  He is timid and I knew he was scared. 

I spent a long time face down on the lawn listening to the mouthy teenager who doesn't believe the leash law applies to her.  And when I was finally able to get up. things got worse.  She told me to GO HOME (complete with arm gestures) or WALK THE DOGS ACROSS THE STREET but to GET OFF HER PROPERTY (meaning the entire side of the road).  No remorse, no concern that her off leash dog caused the violent take down (not a fall) of someone. 

Injured or not, I still had to take care of the Funny Farmers.  By Saturday, I HAD to get out of the house so I set out with Buddy and Marcus on a slow walk.  Buddy stopped to poop.  I cleaned up after him. turned around and there was that dog racing onto the sidewalk at us.   She will not put it on a leash!  The fact the dog is friendly and wants to play isn't the point. I don't know if Animal Control has been in contact with the family yet.

So, things are not going well around here.  The Mousebreath interviews are postponed.  I don't know for how long.  We won't be posting to the blog either.  I am taking a break from everything to recuperate.

I wasn't joking about Marcus being a good boy.  I don't blame him for what happened, nor the other dog.  I blame the defiant teenager and her parents.  He was going stir crazy without his walks, so he was so happy they resumed.  Tonight - Monday- Marcus stopped on our walk to make friends with a man in a wheelchair who has had a stroke and was frustrated because he couldn't convey to me what he wanted to say, but he and Marcus communicated just fine.

Friday, August 11, 2017

Today's Post

*Scroll, scroll, scroll, scroll*

Cyndi:  Hey, today's post is missing.  Where did it go?

Merci:  It didn't go anywhere.  We didn't write one.

Cyndi:  We did post an interview on Mousebreath, didn't we?

Merci:  No.

Cyndi:  Did we do anything for today?

Merci:  No.  You know Jan has been doing hard labor these last months in the heat and humidity and to say she's been creaky and crabby and running way behind on everything would be an understatement.

Cyndi:  Isn't that what we pay her the big bucks for?

Merci:  We don't have any big bucks!

Cyndi:  Okay, I got a bit carried away, but we don't have opposing thumbs so we can't clean up after ourselves or whip this yard into shape with a skinny weed eater, so maybe we should order some braces for her tottering legs and a scarecrow rack to keep her upright. 

Merci:  Have you considered how impossible it would be for Jan to feed us or change our litter with her arms sticking straight out in midair?  Why don't we just have a quiet weekend and stay out of her way so she doesn't fall on one of us.

Cyndi:  Well, it was mean of her to wait until 10 p.m. to tell us if we wanted to write a post, we had better be quick about it.

Merci:  And then there was that big bolt of lightning and she turned off the computer before Percy could even sit down at the computer.

Cyndi:  To be fair, it was too late for us old furries to start weaving the pieces of an interview together. Percy would have fallen asleep on the keyboard and we know from past experience what havoc that can wreak!

Merci:  Today was shot because Jan had something important that had to be done on the computer!

Cyndi:  Hopefully, next week will be easier and we will post  another Mousebreath interview. *scroll, scroll, scroll, scroll*  Jan needs to get her act together so we have more computer time.  Everyone is going to forget us because we are rarely posting any more.

Merci:  Don't worry, Cyndi, we'll always have Marcus's friends the geese.

Cyndi:  I didn't know geese read blogs.

Merci:  Well, surely if geese hold recitals and singalongs (Late for a Recital)  they have a channel on YouTube..  And while they're online, I'm sure they stop by to read about Marcus, their biggest fan.

Tuesday, August 08, 2017

Late for a Recital

Mo:  Look who's coming this way!

Minnie:   Oh, no, it's that dog that thinks he speaks goose.

Mo:  Has anyone told him all geese are not named Minnie or Mo?

Minnie:  I doubt it.  He has a hearing problem.

Mo:  How do you know that: 

Minnie:  Listen to this.  "HONK, HONK!"

Marcus:  Hey, Buddy, did you hear that?  Minnie just yelled, "Hey Marcus, good to see you again."

Buddy:  Are you sure?  I just heard, "Honk, honk."

Marcus:  Of course, I'm sure.  I speak fluent goose.

Mo:  "Honk, honk, hoooonk!"

Buddy:  If Minnie is so glad to see you, why are all the geese waddling off in the other direction?

Marcus:  Mo said they're sorry they have to go, but they're late for a recital.

Buddy:  They're late for a what?

Marcus:  A recital.  Or did he say they're late for a singalong?  The two words are very similar in goose, you know.

Friday, August 04, 2017

Do Mice Play (When Cat is Away)

Micah: We are glad to still see some of our posted badges in our travels around the blogs.  It's the "I Was Featured by the FFF" badge for those we have interviewed for Mousebreath.

Rusty:  We were pleased to add Taylor when we resumed the interviews this year, but we sometimes feel a bit sad for those we have had to remove from the badge over the years:  Cameron, Cotton, Crystal.

Cyndi:  We were the fuor "C"s.  I'm the only one left.  I hope we don't have to leave alphabetically for the bridge.  Not that any of us are in any hurry to go.   

Taylor:  Or chronologically, since you're the oldest of us felines.  I'm sorry.  I shouldn't have said that, should I?

Cyndi:  No!  You should have said we have a new interview this week with two cats we met recently.

Taylor:  Do the mice really play?

Micah:  What?

Taylor:  Tessa and Kajsa are from the blog When the Cat is Away.

Rusty:  Oh, you want to know if the mice play when the cat is away?

Taylor:  Yes.

Micah:  You'll have to ask Tessa and Kajsa.

Percy:  If you haven't met them yet, you will enjoy the introduction.  You can read their story,Tessa and Kajsa from Helsinki, on Mousebreath.  

We are joining the Pet Parade hosted by Rascal and Rocco, Basil the Bionic Cat, Barking from the Bayou and Owned by a husky.  

Friday, July 28, 2017

Hitting the Haystack

Percy:  All right, crew, let's get cracking on tomorrow's post so we can hit the haystack before midnight.

Taylor:  We can't crack anything; we don't have a haystack.

Rusty:  We have a nutcracker in the kitchen drawer, but I think he was referring to hitting the hay. 

Cyndi:  Well, if we're going to sleep on hay, I hope none of you peed on it first.

Micah:  It's too hot and humid to crack anything, but we do have a post to write, so let's get it done.

Percy:  We enjoyed interviewing Jasper, Jose, Huggy Bear and Maggie.  Jasper is one of the old-time bloggers who started before we did.  Drop by Mousebreath to read their story, Jasper McKitten-Cat and Siblings.

We are joining the Pet Parade hosted by Rascal and Rocco, Basil the Bionic Cat, Barking from the Bayou and Owned by a husky.   

Thursday, July 27, 2017

The Bed Saga

Cyndi:  This past winter we did a whole series of articles on beds.  Dog beds, cat beds, purloined beds,shredded beds -

Buddy:  Miss Pam crocheted Percy his own cat cave bed because his favorite sleeping place was taken over by Micah.  (A Cat Cave for Percy)   

Cyndi:  So then Miss Pam crocheted a new bed for Percy because Micah took over his cat cave.  (Percy's Cat Cave Part 2)

Buddy  Miss Pam knitted Percy a new bed.  And guess who claimed it before Percy even had a chance to see it?  (Percy's New New Bed)  Good guess.  Yes, it was Micah.

Cyndi:  Miss Pam then crocheted three more new beds - a total of five, one for each kitty.  She hoped Percy would get at least one of them.

Buddy:  But it got hot early this year and none of the cats wanted a warm place to sleep, so Jan put the beds aside for next winter; however, when she went to photograph them so the cats could thank Miss Pam, Jan couldn't remember where she'd put them.  She tore the house apart - twice!

Cyndi:  She did finally find them.  By accident.  She kept forgetting to take photos.  Now that it's late July and we're sweltering, we finally have a photo of our lovely, warm, new, unused beds.  Never fear, though, they will be used when cooler weather arrives!

Buddy:  Yes, they will be used.  The question is, even with one bed per cat, will Percy finally get to sleep in his own new bed or will some unnamed cat claim two for himself?  The saga continues.

Cyndi:  We want to thank Miss Pam for thinking of our comfort and for the work she put into gifting us with such beautiful winter beds.

Buddy:  And the cats would also like to thank Jan for finally finding the beds she put safely aside so they wouldn't get lost.

.We're joining the Thankful Thursday blog hop at Brian's Home

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Two Faces of Marcus

Cyndi:  This is Marcus.  We all thought he was a bit on the unfocused side.  But evidently he is not as mentally disturbed ... er, challenged as we Funny Farmers thought he is.

 Micah:  This is Marcus being Marcus - noisy, hyper, unable to stay still. Jan was trying to hang onto the vacuum with one hand and the camera with the other. Marcus was so focused on attacking and shaking the vacuum as hard as possible, he is out of focus in these two photos.

Cyndi:  Actually, it's amazing he's even in the shots since the camera was bobbing and weaving.  But the moment he realized Jan was taking pictures, he did this.

Micah:  Yes, he grabbed his ball and posed!   Notice the vacuum in lower left corner.    No one would ever guess he'd just tried to murder it.

Cyndi:  Those are the two sides of Marcus.  Wild, fun loving and unpredictable.  Calm, assured model.  Which Marcus do you prefer?

Saturday, July 22, 2017

Merci Turns 16

A special Saturday birthday post for our lovely Merci.  She was adopted on this date from the local shelter in 2003, possibly age 2 at the time, so Jan made this her official birthday.  That would make her about 16.. 

This is a more recent photo of her, probably within the last year.  She is showing her age even more today.

Merci:  Thank you for this lovely card Pipo, Mr Jack Freckles and Mom Ingrid.)

Merci:  And thank you Alasandra the Cats and Dogs.

What pretty cards.  I can't wait to open the presents you guys got me.  There are presents, aren't there!

Rusty:  Um ... I don't see any. Doe anyone know if we bought Merci a present?

Taylor:  Actually, we didn't have any money to buy her anything.

Micah:  I thought we were going to steal .. er, borrow some from Jan's purse.

Marcus:  We shook it and all that fell out were three pennies.  Amazon didn't have anything on sale for three cents.

Rusty:  But there's cake.  Surely there's cake. Noooo?  Cyndi is shaking her head.  Cyndi, weren't you in charge of baking Merci a cake?

Cyndi:   I was but when I tried to get eggs out of the refrigerator yesterday, a pineapple fell on my head and Jan yelled at me to stop bruising the fruit. What about the bruise on my head?  My ears were ringing for hours. 

Micah:  It seems we've failed to make your birthday a happy one, Merci.  We're sorry.

Buddy:  If I were you, Merci, I would refuse to turn another year older until Jan gets on the ball and gets you something worth celebrating!  After all, you only turn 16 once.

Merci:  It's okay, guys. You tried.  I don't really need anything except my family and you're all here. Except Jan.  Where is she?

Buddy:  I think that was Jan that just yelled "ow".  I wonder what happened?

Percy:  *cranes his neck to see into the kitchen*  I think the pineapple that attacked Cyndi yesterday just fell out of the refrigerator onto Jan's bare foot.

As long as we're posting on Saturday, we would like to join Athena's Caturday Art blog hop.  The first picture is a sketch.  Unfortunately, we don't remember what we used for the second.

Friday, July 21, 2017

Cardboard Massage

Micah:  Oh, how I miss my so comfy scratching post.  It was the best napping spot around.  Do you think Jan will take the hint and get me a new one?

Rusty:  If it was so comfy, why did you tear it up?

Micah:  That's what you do with a scratching post.  Oh, wait, you don't have any front claws.  You haven't had the pleasure.  Take my word for it.  Sleeping with all those jagged pieces of cardboard massaging you is bliss. 

Rusty:  I think it affected your brain.  Similar to Buddy yesterday declaring we're thankful for Marcus.  Perhaps it's the humidity.

Cyndi:  *clears throat*  Excuse me but we're supposed to be letting readers know we've posted a new interview on Mousebreath.

Taylor:  Yes, and one of the kitties has my name, Taylor.  I don't have a middle name, though, but she's sure pretty.  So is her sister April.

Percy:  Stop by mousebreath to meet Taylor Swift and April Paris.  They don't have a blog, but they are on Instagram and do have an entertaining story.  

We are joining the Pet Parade hosted by Rascal and Rocco, Basil the Bionic Cat, Barking from the Bayou and Owned by a husky.  

Thursday, July 20, 2017

The Screwball Marcus

Percy:  Remember when Jan stopped to meet someone who used to work at Martha Mill?  While they talked, Marcus stripped down to his collar with one leash attached.  To this day he swears the devil made him do it.

Buddy:  He was so proud of himself for getting out of his harness and one of two leashes.  He used to be such an escape artist until Jan started clipping his harness to his collar.

Percy:  It's been so hot and humid lately Marcus hasn't been getting into much mischief.  I kind of miss that.

Buddy:  You miss what?

Percy:  Oh, you're right.  What was I thinking?  It's so peaceful here when Marcus is passed out with the rest of us.

Buddy:  On the other paw, it has been kind of boring around here lately.  Except for those moments when Marcus races around screeching at everyone because he thinks he's going for a walk.

Percy:  Or Jan is taking out the trash.  Or cleaning the litter pans. I don't know where he got the idea he's the official trash escort.  It's not like Jan can't find her own way outside to the trash can.

Buddy:  Well, she does tend to get lost between the living room and kitchen a lot.

Percy:  Then I guess Marcus does have a purpose here.  We old furries can sleep while he snoopervises Jan.

Buddy:  So this week we are thankful for the screwball Marcus?

Percy:  I'm afraid so.

Note:  Sorry we have been missing for a while.  We will probably be around sporadically until we all feel better.

 We're joining the Thankful Thursday blog hop at Brian's Home.

Friday, July 14, 2017

Sitting In A Puddle

Rusty:  Well, this is sure disappointing!

Micah:  It sure is.  I was looking forward to doing another interview today.

Rusty:  Jan has a nerve canceling it.  She isn't the one who writes it.

Micah:  I have to admit it has been a long, hard week with Jan tottering around the house and groaning while we try to nap.

Rusty:  It's a good thing she doesn't do yard work for a living.  We'd starve!

Micah:   And yesterday morning was way too stressful.  Someone was yelling words on our HBO list and it wasn't us!

Rusty:  I wonder why Jan was so upset.  It isn't like she had anything to do.

Micah:  And her shoes?  Is it our fault she only had one pair of shoes to wear to a meeting and they happened to be her dirty, smelly dog walking shoes?

Rusty:  We certainly didn't make her spray them with vinegar and set them outside on the porch to air out so they would smell better.

Micah:  I wonder who made a mess out of the cover Jan uses for the chair so she took it outside to hang it over the porch railing and spray it with the hose?

Rusty:  I'm not telling because Jan was sure angry when she walked up the steps and found her shoes sitting in a puddle of water.

Micah:  Yes, not one of her better days, was it!  But she did manage to find a pair of cheap sneakers she could fit a sock, an ace bandage and her big foot into for the meeting.

Rusty:  It was nice of Mr. Doug to come by to work on the screen door before Marcus starts visiting the neighbors without permission.  It now closes.  It has only slapped her in the ankle once and once in the head.

Micah: Since these things were only part of her day, I think I'm beginning to understand why Jan says we're going to hibernate for a few days.

Rusty:  We'll see you next week.

Micah:  We hope!

July 2017 Snooze at Mousebreath.

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

See Ya Thursday

Merci:  Excuse my back but I don't have the energy to get up and turn around.  This heat and humidity has been a bit much for us old fogies.  And it didn't help that Jan spent yesterday trimming bushes and cleaning up the mess.  It was exhausting just to watch!!!!

Hopefully, Jan will behave herself and stop working in the yard so we can recover.  We didn't get a post up yesterday and we're going to take a couple more days off.  We plan to be back Thursday.

Percy:  Wait, don't hit publish yet, Merci.  I want to thank Pipo, Mr. Jack Freckles and their Petcretary for the lovely card they made for my birthday Sunday.

What do you think we should do with our time off, Merci?

Merci:  Zzzzzzzz.

Sunday, July 09, 2017

Percy Turns 13

Buddy:  ♬ Happy birthday to you.
                  Happy birthday to you.
                  Happy birthday, dear what's your name.

Rusty:  Stop!  There is no "what's your name" here, dear or otherwise!  Why are you singing that?

Buddy:  Because Cyndi told me to get in here right away and lead the singing, but she forgot to tell me whose birthday it is.

Rusty:  Percy's.  It's Percy's birthday.

Buddy:  Okay.

            ♬  Happy birthday, dear Percival.

Rusty:  No, no, no!  His name is not Percival.  It's Perseverance.  Everyone knows him as Percy, though.

Buddy:  One more time!
             ♬  Happy birthday, dear Persevering Percy.
                  Happy birthday to you.   Aa-ooooh, urp urp!

Rusty:  *sigh*  Why can't you ever sing without howling, Buddy?

Buddy:  It's in the genes.  And, Percy, our sweet friends over at ATCAD (Alasandra the cats and dogs) sent you this lovely card. 

Percy:  Hey, thank you guys.  I appreciate the song.  I think.  And I love the card from ATCAD.  I thought we don't post on the weekend any more, though.

Rusty:  It's a special occasion.  How many times do you get to turn 13?

Percy:   I'm a cat.  We have 9 lives.  So, I'm guessing - nine?

Friday, July 07, 2017

A Tipsy Wheelbarrow

Merci:  I had my first good walk in three years yesterday.

Buddy:  What are you talking about?  We all walk Jan just about every day.

Merci:  Yes, but you-know-who goes with us.

Buddy:  Marcus?

Merci:  Yes.  He leaps at my face and screeches in my ears.  I can barely see any more and it's terrifying when he does that.

Buddy:  You and I had a good walk yesterday with Jan.

Merci:  Jan didn't want you to go.  She wanted you to walk with Marcus since the two of you can walk faster and further than I can now.  She put Marcus in his crate and you kept pushing your way out the door demanding we not leave without you!

Buddy:  I think we did pretty good together.

Merci:  Yes, but you didn't want to go home.  And then you had to rest a while before you and Jan walked with Marcus.

Buddy:  Oh, that's why we guys walked first yesterday and then she went walking with you.

Merci:  Yes, it was so nice.  Just the two of us, like the old days before you and Sam and Marcus came along.  It was so peaceful.  I didn't have to struggle to keep up or walk twice as far twice as fast because my legs are so short.

Buddy:  It's hard to believe we've grown old.  I guess it won't be much longer before I'll have to walk with you because I won't be able to keep up with Marcus.

Merci:  And then we'll have to get a wheelbarrow for Jan because she's too decrepit to keep up with Marcus.

Buddy:  I hope you mean a wagon.  I can't imagine Jan riding in a tipsy wheelbarrow pulled by Marcus.

Merci:  The way Marcus dashes about, anything pulled by him would be tipsy. 

Buddy:  I know!  Do you think we could borrow the Budweiser Clydesdale wagon?

Taylor:  Excuse me, Buddy and Merci, but this is Friday and we Funny Farmer Felines are on the schedule.

Rusty:  We interview the kitties from the Four-Legged Furballs blog.

Micah:  We love getting to meet new friends.

Cyndi:  They have quite an interesting story, especially the handsome Evan.

Percy:  You can Meet the Four-Legged Furballs  - Evan, Thimble and Eddy - at Mousebreath.com.

We are joining the Pet Parade hosted by Rascal and Rocco, Basil the Bionic Cat, Barking from the Bayou and Owned by a husky.  

Thursday, July 06, 2017

A Good Boy

Cyndi:  Marcus, are you okay?

Marcus:  Yes, why?

Cyndi:  Because your head has been turning side to side and up to down for the past few minutes.  Do you need medication?

Marcus:  No.  I'm fine.  I'm just looking.

Cyndi:  For what?

Marcus:  Jan said there's a good boy here and I've been trying to figure out which one of us guys she was referring to.  Micah has been stretching out on the mantel and knocking pictures to the floor. It wasn't Rusty or Percy, and Buddy is too old to be good or bad.  He's just tired.  So who is left?

Cyndi:  Why, you are!

Marcus:  Me?  You all tell me I'm a pest, too noisy and hyper and -

Cyndi:  You are!

Marcus:  Then how could I be a good boy?

Cyndi:  I'm still trying to wrap my head around that, but nevertheless, this time I have to admit you were a good boy.

Marcus:  What did I do?

Cyndi:  A lot of dogs zip out the door the moment they see a crack.  They get lost or hit by a car or picked up by Animal Control.  Our screen door hasn't been closing properly when Jan goes in or out lately.  And you haven't once taken advantage of that.

Marcus:  I haven't?  Am I sick?

Cyndi:  Not that I know of.  But yesterday Jan was talking to someone, opened the door to come in and turned  back to ask a question.  She walked to the end of the porch, saw something move out of the corner of her eye, looked down and you were sitting at her feet. You had an opportunity but you didn't run away.

Marcus:  And that makes me a good boy?

Cyndi:  Yes, I'm afraid so.

Marcus: Hmmm.

Cyndi:  You're rolling your eyes.  What are you up to?

Marcus:  I'm wondering about the reward.

Cyndi:  What reward?

Marcus:  The one Jan doesn't know she's going to give me - yet.  Wow, this is really going to be a Thankful Thursday!

We're joining the Thankful Thursday blog hop at Brian's Home.

Tuesday, July 04, 2017

Independence Day 2017

Percy:  If today is Independence Day, does that mean we'll all have to get jobs to support ourselves now?

Buddy:  No, it means the fireworks will stop tonight and Jan's feet will be 45 pounds lighter.

Percy:  Wow, they must really have been swollen!

Buddy:  No, not swollen.  But since Saturday Marcus has been spending his evenings parked on her feet.

Percy:  Oh, that's right.  He's been guarding Jan's feet so she can't panic and run away.  Or so he's claimed.

Buddy: I don't remember him being so frightened of fireworks before.

Percy:  At least the 4-day weekend celebration is almost over.  Then Marcus can take a long nap to recover.

Buddy:  We all love to watch the Clydesdales.  Perhaps this very short video of the Budweiser Clydesdales in a 4th of July parade will help him relax.

If the video doesn't play, click here

Monday, July 03, 2017

Guarding Jan's Feet

Percy:  Hey, Rusty, I totally forgot tomorrow is Monday.  I don't know what to post on.  Do you have any ideas?

Rusty:  Nope.  Not a clue.

Percy:  Do you think anyone would want to know that all the early fireworks this weekend have glued Marcus to Jan's feet?

Rusty:  Nope.  No interest. Wait.  What?

Percy:  You know how sensitive Marcus is.  He's always under Jan's feet anyway, but between the recent storms and the fireworks close to home, Marcus is being a big baby.

Marcus:  Hey, have any of you seen where I left my blue ball?

Rusty:  Nope.

Marcus:  Who were you discussing when I walked in?  I think I heard the words "big baby".   Were you talking about Merci?

Percy:  Yes, we were definitely discussing Merci.  You know if we were talking about you, we would have mentioned how brave you are.

Rusty:  So brave you have been guarding Jan's feet to make sure the fireworks don't cause her to panic and run away from home!

Percy:  I take it your strategy is if she panics and tries to run, she'll trip over you?

Marcus:  Uh ... yes.  Exactly.

Rusty:  Good plan.

Percy:  And how long did it take you to come up with that solution?

Marcus:  Not long.  You know I'm a quick thinker.

Rusty:  I think it was about the second !!!BOOM!!!  Marcus, where did you disappear to?

Percy:  He's on Jan's feet.

Rusty:  There's no room between Jan and the desk.

Percy:  There is if you're a big, brave, quick-thinker like Marcus.

Rusty:  There should be time for a quick nap before the emergency.

Percy:  What emergency?

Rusty:  The one Jan's going to have when she tries to leap to her feet.

Friday, June 30, 2017

Poverty to Palace

Marcus:  I, the Great Swampi, predict the cats are going to do a post today.

Buddy: Of course, the cats are going to do a post today.  It's Funny Farmer Felines Friday.

Marcus:  Remember, you heard it here first.

Buddy:  Heard what here first?  You haven't said anything we didn't already know.

Cyndi:  While Marcus and Buddy finish their conversation, I'll go ahead and announce that we cats have published another interview.

Micah:  Our guest today is Erin the Cat Princess from the blog of the same name.

Rusty:  We had such fun interviewing her.  Her life changed from poverty to palace when she adopted her peep.

Taylor: I think she's my hero.  She is so dainty she rubs paws with the elite and yet catching mice to help feed her peep is not beneath her.

Micah:  Does anyone know if her peep eats the mice Erin catches for her?

Percy:  I doubt it.  Jan wouldn't.  But you can read all about Erin's rise to fame, Erin The Tuxedo Princess, at Mousebreath.  

We are joining the Pet Parade hosted by Rascal and Rocco, Basil the Bionic Cat, Barking from the Bayou and Owned by a husky.  

Thursday, June 29, 2017

One Admiring Fan

Rusty:  Hey, what's the occasion, Marcus? 

Marcus: No occasion.  Just figured this is a good day to pose for a photo.

Rusty:  But this is Thankful Thursday.  Are you thankful for something special?

Marcus:  Yes, I'm thankful you all think I'm such a handsome dude.

Rusty:  Where did you get that idea?

Marcus:  Isn't that why you all agreed to post my picture today?

Rusty:  No!  We just didn't have anything else in mind and it's too hot to think.

Marcus:  Loulou (Living With Loulou) thinks I'm a handsome dude!

Rusty:  Okay, so you have one admirer.
Marcus:  Only one?  I used to have fans.  What happened to all my fans?

Rusty:  The only fan I've seen lately is sitting on the desk blowing hot air at the computer.

Marcus:  Oh, no, I'm a has been!

Rusty:  No, it's more like you've been had.

Marcus:  You mean you were joking?

Rusty:  Yes, Marcus you are ... I mean, this was a joke.

We're joining the Thankful Thursday blog hop at Brian's Home.

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

The Chicken Bribe

Buddy:  Seriously, Jan, you went out for Mexican and this is what we get to eat?  No doggy bag?

Merci:  Not even a shred of chicken from the chimichanga?

Jan:  How do you know I had a chicken chimichanga at a Mexican restaurant?

Buddy:  Oh, come on!  You downloaded the evidence from your camera when you came home.  You're wearing the restaurant's birthday sombrero in the photos with your friends. (Not sure they'd want their pictures posted.)

Merci:  And a chimichanga is your favorite Mexican meal.  I hope you had better manners than you had last time and didn't eat another meal by mistake.  (Quite An Impression)

Jan:  Okay, if you have to know, the meal was delicious, the company was superb and there wasn't a bite of chicken left to bring you.

Merci:  There never is.

Buddy:  I bet our friend Loulou's mama would share her chicken.

Jan:  Speaking of Loulou, it was such fun yesterday to find Loulou wrote a post titled Happy Jan Day.  And with a birthday cake!

Buddy:  Did you notice there were no candles?  She must have been afraid she'd burn down the blog if she added candles.

Merci:  Yes, 314 candles on a cake would be a bit much.  But Loulou is so level-headed, she would probably just use one candle for each century.

Jan:  I'm standing right here.  I can hear what you're saying.  Do you have to keep telling everybody I'm 314 years old?

Merci:  Are you going to bring us some chicken next time you eat Mexican?

Jan:  How about if I cook you some chicken today?

Buddy:  Then we'll tell everyone the truth.  You're only .... mmmmff mmmmff.

Thank you, Loulou, for the surprise post yesterday.  And thanks to all who left a FB or JFF birthday comment.