The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

The Mexican stand off at the O.K. Coral (of stinky goodness).

Here's another trick if you want to totally annoy your beans: block their view of each other when they're trying to have a serious conversation.

Notice Pumpy on the dining room table again. You can be sure that this is where he likes to be as he has a birds eye view of all goings on in the living room, dining room and kitchen. Also, the dog can't sniff his booty as she is wont to do sometimes.

Hello,

  Once again, Pumpy and I are waiting patiently for our fudz but the fudz isn't forthcoming.  In this instance, the lady bean was on the phone and we had to howl rhythmically and bore holes into her with our eyes until she stopped with the phone call and came out to the dining room to feed us our stinky goodness.  

  Srsly.  I'm going to do a podcast one day of our feeding time chorus so you can hear for yourselves.

Just an FYI... if you drive down the the New Forset in Dorset, England, and if you have your car window open, THIS might happen...



The New Forest is full of wild horses and apparently donkeys too. This lady donkey wants some fudz.

Abraham & Sarah...and a 50th Birthday Story

Pumpy and I have some Dutch connections. And they tell us that in The Netherlands, when a person turns 50, they are said to "have met Abraham or Sarah" (depending on the celebrant being a male or female). This is because, at the age of 50, people are old enough to have met the prophet and his wife.

And many Dutch 50 years old receive a cake or a bread in the shape of Abraham or Sarah on their birthday... or sometimes, even an effigy on their front garden.

Well, SOMEONE in this house is turning 50 this week and because Pumpy and I can't make her a cake or a puppet (because that's just silly), I tossed up a hairball in the shape of Sarah for her.

If you look closely you can see it on the (new) living room rug but you may not want to.

In line with my previous post about cats and dogs... meet Sam. Sam is Pickles' boyfriend and he lives down the road. He visits our house sometimes and when he does he barks at Pumpy and me because he thinks we're squirrels. Or something. So last week Sam was here and while Pumpy went upstairs to find respite in the bedroom, I held my ground in the lounge and I can assure you that I hissed and spit at him whenever he tried to come near me. I would have smacked him, too, except the woman intervened a few times.

I think this kitty is very polite. If it were me, I'd smack that dog's nose hard.

Happy August 1st.