Scattered Brains

Micah:  Okay, so we're all agreed?

Rusty:  Yes, it's time to have a group discussion with Jan about her scattered brains!

Cyndi:  No, no, no!  Jan does not have scattered brains; she has been becoming increasingly scatterbrained.

Rusty:  That's what I said.

Micah:  Not exactly.

Percy:  Can we get this meeting over with?  It's past time for my cowisthenics.

Taylor:  Oh, great, you're starting to sound like Jan.  It's calisthenics.

Percy:  Not if you learned your exercise routine from watching cows on TV.  Marcus, are you with us kitties on this?

Marcus:  Yep! At least I think so.  I'm still not sure what scattered brains are.

Micah:  We all know know Binky from Angelwhisper2011.  Binky has been being harassed by a bird.  We left a comment saying we hope the bird will move elsewhere. 

Marcus:  What does that have to do with Jan's brains?

Rusty:  Everything.  As you know, the heat and humidity have Jan too tired to do much of anything, including think.  Yesterday a friend took her out of town for lunch. 

Taylor:  When Jan got home, she sat down at the computer and tried to stay awake; however, when she read the email - actually our email notification - stating Binky had responded to our comment saying the bird is waiting every morning and is very annoying, Jan went right over to Binky's blog to write a suggestion.

Cyndi: Jan came thiiiisssss close to asking Binky, have you tried barking at it?

Marcus:  So?

Rusty:  Binky is a C-A-T.

Marcus:  Oh. **light bulb**  Oh, now I get it.  It's like when I walked Jan just before sundown last night, we passed a guy walking with a female version of me.  (Wow, is she gorgeous!)  The guy and the lovely dog crossed the street, and Jan called out a cheery, "Gooood morning!"

Micah:  Good example.  Now let's go have a talk with Jan and see if we can fix her.

Taylor:  I think it's too late.  I hear snoring from the kitchen.

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Taylor:  This week we interviewed Lucy, Benny, Sadie and Ringo from All About the Cats (It's All About the Cats). You can read their story, Lucy and Benny Chat About the Cats, at Mousebreath.com.

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Intruder in the Villa

Percy:  Hey, Rusty, get off the blog.  You promised if I let you do a post on your summer villa last Tuesday, you would let me post in peace this week.  (Rusty Interrupts Percy's Apt Hunt)

Rusty:  I know I did, and I'm sorry, but this is an emergency!  There's been an intruder in my villa.  I have photographic proof.  See!

Percy:  That's Micah.

Rusty:  In MY villa!  And look at the picture.  I'm not home.  He broke and entered.  He should be arrested. 

Micah:  Now just a moment.  I'm your brother and you're talking about having me arrested?  What did I break?  As far as entering, the door was wide open.  I thought you had moved out.

Percy:  Wait, Micah broke and entered?  I can't wait to hear you try to explain that to a cop.  I don't think there's a space on their form for "broke and entered".  You must mean you want him arrested for breaking and entering.

Rusty:  I don't care what for.  I just want him arrested. 

Micah:  Well, you're home in this picture. 

Rusty:  But you weren't invited.  You entered when I was in the kitchen snacking.  And when I returned, your fat butt was in my way.  There wasn't enough room left for me to lie down.

Micah:  I've heard that possession is nine-tenths of something or other.  In this case it was nine-tenths of the villa.  And I did give it back. 

Rusty:  Yes, you did give it back.  And, come to think of it, you did rearrange the shelf Jan keeps her vitamins and herbs on.  In fact, you rearranged much of it onto the floor so there would be room for you.  I envied you being able to get up that high to make yourself at home. 

Micah:  You don't really want to have me arrested after that, do you?

Rusty:  The expression on Jan's face when she walked into the kitchen and saw how you had almost cleared the shelf of her things was priceless.  I'll forgive you.  This time.

Percy:  Excuse me.  You two seem to have forgotten I am supposed to be the one posting today. 

Rusty:  You're a good brother, Percy.  Thanks for sharing.

Percy:  But I didn't offer to share my post.   You just appropriated it.  Again. 

Rusty:  Don't worry.  There's always next Tuesday.

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Rusty Interrupts Percy's Apt Hunt

Percy:  Hey, today is my day to report on my temporary apartment hunt.  What is your picture doing on this post, Rusty?

Rusty:  I'm a senior citizen.  I could die of old age before you finish hunting for an apartment. I found mine before you started looking and I've been quite content, so I believe it's only fair I get a chance to share mine. 

Percy:  Oh, all right.  But there had better not be a peep out of you next Tuesday!

Rusty:  This is my summer villa.  Jan set a plastic storage container of cat bedding on a chair and I moved onto it before she could move it.

Percy:  So that's why you like the neighborhood.  Jan won't move the container as long as you are living on top of it. Smart move!

Rusty:  Thanks.  It also has the advantage of being in line with the air conditioner.  Jan keeps the ac off as long as possible each day but when it is on, I get a warm breeze. And since I have reached the age of shorter jumps, a couple of weeks ago Jan installed an escalator so I can go up and down easier.

Percy:  That's not an escalator.  That is Buddy's old step stool.

Rusty:  A step stool?  But Buddy always bragged about having a self-propelled escalator.

Percy:  Yes, Buddy was the "self" in self-propelled.

Rusty:  What a relief.  I didn't want to complain but I thought Jan must have broken it.  She has a heavy hand and a lead foot.

Percy:  I'm proud of you, Rusty.  You've had your apartment all summer.  Whatever you do, don't let Jan redecorate it.  She has no sense of mancat style.

Rusty:  She did offer to hire an ulterior decorator for it, but I put down my paw!

Percy:  I think you meant an interior decorator.

Rusty:  No, I meant ulterior.  She said I would need to move off for a week or two while the work was being done, but I know she was plotting to move my apartment as soon as I did.  And you know how hard it is to find a private apartment around here.

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Dona Nobis Pacem

Today is the annual Blogblast4Peace ( #blog4peace #blogblast4peace ), where bloggers join with social media users to post peace globes from around the world.

If you would like to participate, there is still time today. Just follow these directions from the official Blog4Peace site --   http://blog4peace.com/
1) Make your peace graphic(globe).
2) Send your finished peace globe to blog4peace@yahoo.com or TAG Mimi Lenox on Facebook
3)  Post it anywhere online November 4.
4) Title your post Dona Nobis Pacem (Latin for Grant us Peace) and your FB or Twitter post #blog4peace #blogblast4peace
5) Enter the blog hop at Blog4Peace url above.

BUDDY:  Do you think anyone would believe how close we came to not being able to post our peace globe today, or at least not until this evening?

PERCY:  Probably not but even thought it wouldn't have been Jan's fault, let's share the story anyway.  It is kind of comical and Jan is still laughing about what happened to poor Mr. Bewildered.

BUDDY:  We returned from our early morning walk yesterday to a message on the answering machine.  It was a bit hard to understand but Jan returned the call.  There was a lot of static on the line, plus a dial tone and a busy signal -- ALL at the same time she was trying to have a conversation. A short one, since they could barely hear each other.

PERCY:  A couple of hours later, the phone rang and her brother's name appeared in caller ID.  As soon as she picked up the phone, the call was disconnected.  She tried several times to return the call but kept getting the static, dial tone and busy signal (hereafter designated SDTBS) simultaneously.

BUDDY:  Finally, she reached Mr. Doug and they tried to open a conversation over the SDTBS.  Suddenly a  male voice demanded, :WHO ARE YOU?"  "Who are YOU?" Jan replied.  The bewildered male voice said, "I was speaking to someone in repair to report a problem with my phone when I was cut off and I got you."  

PERCY:  So Jan and Mr. Doug and Mr. Bewildered had a very short old time party line conversation, as they could barely hear each other.  Jan then tried to call the phone company to report the problem.  Despite the SDTBS, Jan heard a distinct echo when the auto responder voice said, "It appears you are calling from..."  - and it usually speaks your phone number for you to verify or correct.

BUDDY:  But the echo duplication stopped after the first five numbers.  The last 5 were different.  Jan was doing the impossible - calling in from more than one phone at the same time.

PERCY:  How could Jan report this?  Aha!  She went to the company's online site and found Live Chat.  She initiated a chat with the subject "phone service is wonky".  Live Chat is not an express way to accomplish anything but a nice man wrote up a repair ticket, saying there were evidently several lines crossed and the problem would be fixed by 7 p.m. today.

BUDDY:  We will spare you the phone "fun" of the next few hours, but Jan left for errands at 2 and returned at 4 p.m.  The internet was dead and so was the phone.  We were not only cut off from contact with the world, but there was little hope for finishing this post for today.

PERCY:  And then, half an hour later, the dead phone rang!  A cheerful repairman said he was right outside.  He had found and fixed the SDTBS problem.  We did a happy dance.  We hope Mr. Bewildered  had reason to do a happy dance too.

BUDDY:  And, thus, we are able today to post for peace.  Have a peaceful day!

Bum Warmer

RUSTY:  We've been listening to Jan complain about kids not needing to learn cursive in school any more.

MERCI:  Do any of you know what cursive is?  Jan mumbles when she talks about it and I have not yet figured out what she's talking about.

PERCY:  Don't worry.  We don't need to learn it.  We have a computer.

MICAH: Funny, that's just what the grandson said to his grandmother in the video we just watched.

SAM:  Cursive is handwriting.  We can't do handwriting since we don't have hands, we have paws. 

CYNDI:  Oh, so that's what all the fuss is about.  I thought it was something like knitting and Jan was upset because no one would know how to knit her a bum warmer.

MARCUS:  Why would she care if no one knits her a bun warmer.  How often does she eat buns?

CAMERON:  Not a bun warmer, a bum warmer.  She probably wants one for church since she's been freezing her bum off sitting on those cold metal chairs this winter.   

BUDDY:  We thought we would post a funny video for the humans.  Jeanne Robertson explains to her grandson why cursive is important and that he should learn cursive on his own.  And she has some incentive! 


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Sniffing and Laughter

Marcus & Sam sniffing leaves

Marcus:  What are we looking for, Sam? 

Sam:  Nothing in particular.  Just sniffing around for buried treasure. 

Marcus:  What's buried treasure?

Sam:  Whatever makes one feel rich.  I'd be happy with a pecan the squirrels buried.  Jan would like us to find a stash of cash. 

Marcus:  Oh, I see.  So if finding a great big ham bone with meat on it would make me feel rich, I'll find it?

Sam:  Sorry, kid.  If you're looking for a buried ham bone, you're looking in the wrong pen.

Marcus:  Oh.  Too bad.  I was hoping to feel rich for the day.

Sam:  Let's just tell everyone about our Sunday Smile of the week.

Marcus:  Okay. I have to admit I don't get what is so funny, but Jan was practically rolling on the floor with tears coming from her eyes.

Sam:  Yes, since we don't grocery shop, we don't get the humor, but we figure your humans might understand this and get some exercise rolling on the floor laughing.

Marcus:  This is someone named Jeanne Robertson, a professional speaker with a Southern sense of humor, explaining why a wife should not send her husband to the grocery store. Maybe that's why we don't get it, Sam.  Neither of us are married?

Sam:  Could be, kid.  Guess we can keep sniffing while the humans grab a tissue and enjoy the video.


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We're joining Black & White Sunday, co-hosted by Dachshund Nola and Sugar the Golden Retriever.

Nonfurry Communication

 

Cameron

Cameron:  Excuse me as I clean up the last of my treats.  Okay, I'm finished.

We hope you all had a nice Thanksgiving.  

Our post today is for your humans.  You can enjoy it too, though.

Merci  (Sam's eye)

 Merci:  We have a fun video about communication in marriage.  At least we think it must be fun since it made Jan laugh.  She said if you're married, have ever been married, or intend to be married one day, you'll be able to relate.



Cameron:  Humans sure communicate in a strange way.  They don't seem to know how to say what they mean like us cats and dogs do..

Merci:  I agree, Cameron.  We say it like it is.  Psst.  You have crumbs on your tuxedo.

Cameron:  Oops.  *Brushes crumbs with paw*

Merci:  We hope our married human friends pay attention so they'll know the proper way to communicate.  Communication is important.

Cameron: Yes, so humans pay attention and learn. This Sunday Smile  is the communication song by Barnes & Miner, a hunband-wife comedy team. 



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