Team Dash and Grass

MICAH:  We are back with another award winning in-depth interview.  Thank you, thank you.  *bows*

CYNDI:  Micah is just clowning around, but we do have another great cat interview for you today.

RUSTY:  We have the entire Team Dash Kitten family with us.  They live in New Zealand and had to travel from Down Under to Southern U.S.

CYNDI:  That's a long trip, isn't it!

MICAH:  Yes, it is; at least as far as from here to Atlanta.

PERCY:  Why don't you check an online map? 

RUSTY:  Good idea.  Yes, here it is ... NZ ... and Atlanta.  I need a ruler.  They're how many inches apart?

PERCY:  Mousebreath, the ezine written by cats for cats, has the scoop on The Team Dash Kitten Family.  This is the blogging part of the family.

PERCY:  And this is the non-blogging part.  You can meet them all at Mousebreath.

BUDDY:  Below is something we have wanted to post about but we haven't had time.  This is what our dog pen has looked like when it rains for the past two years and it has rained a LOT! 

MICAH: I love it when the yard is flooded.  It makes my canine soccer games so much more fun.  I get to slosh through the water and dig in the mud. And then track it through the house.

MERCI:  The yard slopes so water runs downhill and goes under the house.  It also digs water trenches through the yard.  Marcus digs in the mud, then comes in and wipes his paws off on the washer, dryer, counter edges and Jan's clothes, especially if she's dressed to leave the house.

MARCUS:  Jan blames us (mostly me)  for the mess in the house but guess who is the worst offender?  

BUDDY:  You guessed it - Jan.  She wipes her feet but the mud is so thick, it gets into the shoe crevices and big chunks fall off as she walks.  

SAM:  We don't mind the mud but Jan said she has HAD IT with mud all through the house, mud all over the appliances, clods of mud everywhere which end up in every crevice, including all the electronics (computer too). She says she can't live this way any longer, and since she can't afford to pay someone, and she doesn't have anyone to help her, she tried to dig up the yard herself.

MERCI:  But if you remember, the ground is rock hard and she couldn't even dig a decent grave for Cameron.

MARCUS:  She was able to borrow this electric rototiller machine.  It helped, but between the cement ground and masses of tree roots, the machine leaped into the air in every direction, and was hard to control.  It was kind of fun to watch.  From inside the house, of course. 

BUDDY:  Monday was another day of backbreaking labor, but she ended up with this. 

SAM:  This is the final result after she spread the grass seed and covered it with a light blanket of straw to protect the seed and to help keep it moist.  Except the squirrels and chipmunks (and possibly raccoons) are digging up the seeds and having a feast.

BUDDY:   Jan is exhausted and in pain, and Marcus is going stir crazy.  He isn't allowed to play in the yard until .... supposedly, until some grass grows.  Jan asked a guy who does this for a living and has been doing what he told her to do.  She is heartsick at the thought she might have gone through all this for nothing.  We really need some grass to grow in the pen!  I suggest we pee more.

MERCI:  Perhaps some of you have an abundance of grass and we could help ourselves to some?  Or you could mail us chunks to glue together?

MARCUS:  And soon, please!  I'm young.  I need exercise!  I want to get back to my soccer games so I can dig more trenches.

Friday is also time for the Pet Parade blog hop, hosted by by Rascal and Roscoe.  It is co-hosted by Bionic Basil, Barking From the Bayou, Love is being owned by a husky, and us (Jan's Funny Farm).

There are two parts to the blog hop - your blog url and social media, so be sure to sign up for both. 

When you link up with the blog hop, we encourage you to visit other participating blogs.

Puppy No Name and Truffles

Hey, remember me?  The woofers posted on me yesterday after I was delivered to their door unexpectedly.  I was a good boy and didn't bother the Funny Farmer Felines - in fact, I think Cameron likes me - so they said it is okay to help them post today.  My name?  I don't know my name.  Jan said she was thinking of calling me "Mickey Mouth" while I'm here but I have no idea why.

I have been very helpful.

I helped keep Jan up till 1:30 am Tuesday night.  Then she put me in a big cat carrier and went to bed but I didn't want to be alone.  So I sang.  I sang at the top of my lungs.  And the woofers joined me.  I sang and they howled until 2 am.  It was so much fun, but Jan wasn't very appreciative.  She kept yelling, Shut up!  Finally, she covered the carrier with an afghan and a towel so I couldn't see anything.  It was lonely and boring, so I went to sleep.

I slept until 6 am.  Jan said that was good.  She took me outside for a quick pee. I guess she didn't want me to sing again so she let me up on the big bed.  I only fell off twice.  I tried to get Jan to play but she wasn't interested, so I finally curled up and went to sleep.  It was so much nicer than sleeping alone in the carrier.

Merci doesn't mind the cold weather so she spent some time outside.  I followed her around and did whatever she wanted.  You can pick me out easily.  I'm the one wearing the red sweater.  Ms Pat sent it to Merci several years ago but it's too small for her.  It's a little big in the shoulder and chest for me but Jan was concerned about me getting sick after being lost, cold and hungry.  So Merci said it is okay for me to wear her sweater.

We played tag, we dug in the dirt, we ran around ... it was fun.  Sam?  Not so much.  He's so big but he's a scaredy cat.  (Don't tell him I said that, though.  He might step on me.)  Buddy is an old fogey.  He doesn't like to play.

 

See how well I match the leaves in the pen.  I helped Jan rake them.  I chased the mean ole rake every time it tried to attack her and gave it the ole bitey.  That was hard work!  After a while she let me go into the house and take a nap while she finished.  But she wouldn't have finished today if it hadn't been for me.

This is what I've been doing ever since.  It sure has been a tiring day.  But that's okay.  I'll be awake again tonight to sing Jan to sleep.

The Funny Farmer Felines interviewed a kitty this week by the name of Truffles from the Melissa's Mochas, Mysteries & More blog. 

You can read the interview Not the Chocolate … Truffles the Tortie on Mousebreath, the ezine for kitties by kitties.  This is a must read, whether or not you are acquainted with Truffles.  She's fairly new to blogging but is doing a great job.

Little Puppy No Name (Marcus) signing out for the Funny Farmer Felines.

*whisper* Um ... how did I do, guys?  

Oh, and we're going to join Rascal and Rocco's Pet Parade blog hop today.