Wonderful Wednesday...

Well yesterday wasn't half as good as we'd all hoped... I mean what's the use of having Daddy home only to have him take Mummy off to the Fizzy-O place for a vet man to come and stick a big needle in her and then to add insult to injury, not bring her straight home for some feline therapy?! Oh no he took her our KissMouse shopping for D'boy - I mean what does he want with catnip stockings and toy mice? It just doesn't make any sense to any of us...

However Mummy's come home now and is very pleased that she's found some local area postcards to send to people in the New Year. At long last she is pleased to say she's found a place that always has them in stock and they told her about 1 or 2 other places as well - so she's no longer feeling all crabby about that. Though I don't understand why she thinks other people will be interested in a herd of concrete cows?! While finding this place she's also seen a very "kyoot" coffee mug that is just right for Daddy to take to work, declaring his love for concrete cows - strange I though Daddy loved Abyssinian cats! ;)

With Mummy home today I'm hopeful of an afternoon chance to snuggle with her and have a good old nap. Mummy however says I must run around and play with the boys as that's more likely to bring on my "whoremoanall" feelings than curling up on her bed and snoozing will. I'll have to see about that though, as it's purrty cold and bed keeps calling to me... ;)

Tomorrow D'Boy is going to a lecture with a lot of the 6th Form at his school - Mummy says they're like Grade 12's in Canada. This is mega cool as D'Boy is only 12 yrs old and it's a science lecuture at the local University, given by a Professor from Harvard! This is because D'Boy is very good at science and is a part of the school's Astronomy and Space clubs. He's the only kid in his year to be a member of the Astronomy Club - the rest are over 3 yrs older than him and studying for their GCSE's and A Levels. I guess he'll need to be on his bestest behaviour for that!

The one redeaming feature of Daddy being off with Mummy yesterday was his bringing home a nice big turkey crown for our KissMouse dinner! What do you mean it's not all for us Mummy?! No, silly Mummy you've got that one all wrong... Turkey is for cats, just look at one of the labels on our Bozita - see it says "TURKEY for cats" - now you can't argue with the experts! ;)

World Peace Day, plus my latest review - possible KissMouse presents for the Beans in your life!

Having spent most of yesterday taking Nana (who's blind) out and about, Mummy had to put her feet up yesterday evening to recover for a bit and decided to listen to one of her favourite silly CD's while I snuggled up with her. This was really the first time I've listened to this CD properly and since I found it so very funny I thought I'd share it with you all - well sometimes us kitties do get the urge to treat our beans to little KissMouse presents... ;)

Since I think the first track from the 1st CD pretty much speaks for itself I though I'd just write down the silly poem for you and let you all have a good giggle! :) The rest of the CD is pretty much just as funny, even if it's not all about cats... My other suggestion of good KissMouse presents for your beans are some of the "Irish Drinking Songs for Cat Lovers" of Marc Gunn!

GUIDE CATS FOR THE BLIND
(words by Les Barker/music by Cindy Mangsen)
© 2005 Mrs. Ackroyd Music, MCPS / Compass Rose Music, BMI

The word 'futile' springs to mind;
Mission Impossible; yes, that's
The attempt to harness for mankind
The intelligence of cats.

You've made a basic error;
Now let me expound;
This master/servant thing's OK
But no, not that way round;

We don't do the faithful subject;
We don't do the daily grind;
You should never have attempted it;
Guide cats for the blind.

Give kitty so much trust
And we'll abuse the privilege;
You think you're going out?
You're opening the fridge.

You think I'm trying to help you?
I'm not serving man but mammon;
You think you've gained a faithful friend;
You've lost a plate of salmon.

I might lead you down the High Street;
I'll be back when I have dined;
We get very, very hungry being
Guide cats for the blind

It can't be very pleasant -
Of this I've little doubt -
To have your head stuck in a catdoor,
Whether facing in or out.

You could be here a day or two
One half out in the rain;
I've got to go; I've things to do;
Maybe I'll pass this way again.

A dog would go for help;
Cats are not that way inclined.
Cats have better things to do than being
Guide cats for the blind.

Of some matters I am ignorant,
But this I know for certain;
The best place for a blind man
Is not halfway up a curtain.

And why should he they have to be
Up on a roof at 4am?
It's the perfect place for me
But what's in it for him?

It was where I had to go
And he just tags along behind
I don't know why; only a fool would follow
Guide cats for the blind.

I once met a man called Pavlov;
From time to time, he rang a bell;
Simple toys make humans happy
But I have to say that, well,

I found it a disturbance, and
Poor chap, I think he knew it,
And soon he only rang his bell
When I wanted him to do it.

Did you ask for our assistance?
If you did, well we've declined;
Here we are, an oxymoron;
Guide cats for the blind!