Misplaced Jan and Memorial

Micah:  Cyndi, why are you wearing that old hat? I thought you had misplaced it.

Cyndi:  I found it and it's not old, at least not as old as Jan is.  She is the one who actually misplaced it behind some shelves in the bedroom.

Micah:  Are we going to have to misplace her soon and find a new human?

Cyndi:  I think so!  I can't believe what she did to us Sunday night.

Merci: It wasn't that bad.  We didn't catch her mistake either.

Micah:  But it's not the first time she's been on the wrong day, either forgetting or causing confusion.

Merci:  Calm down.  Take a deep breath and let's discuss this rationally.  It might help you feel better.

Cyndi:  Okay.  We felines have been working ahead on the mousebreath cat interviews.  Sunday night we finished another one and it's ready to auto publish in a couple of weeks.   By then it was very late and we were all tired.

Micah:  And suddenly Jan told us we didn't have a post for the next day and we'd better hurry up and post one before she turned off the computer.  We finished our yesterday's post after midnight, set it to auto publish, and gave a sigh of relief.  Then we went to bed.

Merci:  So what is the problem?   It all worked out well.

Cyndi:  The problem is that the next afternoon it occurred to us it was only Monday, not Tuesday.

Merci:  Yes, it was.

Micah:  But we have only been publishing on Tuesday and Friday now.

Merci:  Oh, I see.  Jan convinced you to write your Tuesday post Sunday night to publish on Monday.  Yes, that is a bit odd, even for her.

Cyndi:  We did publish on Tuesday - Jan's idea of Tuesday.  That's why we're publishing again today.

Merci:  Because it's Tuesday again?

Micah:  No, because it's Wednesday, the middle of the week.  Jan blew up our regular schedule and there's an extra day that needs attention.

Merci:  I'll take your word for it.  What an odd week.  Sunday became Monday.  Monday was Tuesday.  Tuesday was lost and Wednesday we are posting off schedule.

Cyndi:  Right.

Merci:  I hope readers aren't as confused as we are! They might not come back.

Micah:  Yes, it might be time to misplace Jan.



Jan:  On Facebook Monday (yes, it was actually Monday, not Sunday or Tuesday), I realized I hadn't seen a post from my old cat-loving friend KC.  She was not a blogger but we met through my blog and her cat story site.

I went to her page and read condolences.  I didn't know any of those people but  left a comment asking what happened.   KC had a heart attack Thanksgiving night.  It's hard to believe she is gone.

This is a picture of my ex-vehicle posted on JFF after a snowstorm in 2009. KC added her cats and some text to it and sent it back as a joke.  I loved it.  She was kind, funny, adored her cats and used to post to a site she called Gentle Annie2 named after her beloved cat Annie.

KC is now with her first husband and her son.  May her husband find strength and comfort in happy memories.  I am hopeful her cats are safe and comfortable.

KC sent this in 2008 and it seems appropriate to use it here.  We will remember you that have gone before, KC!  Rest in peace, dear friend.

Preparing for Winter Storm

Percy:  This is where I plan to be for the next two days - at least.  Hiding under the sheets and blankets on the big bed. 

Marcus:  Hiding?  I can see your hump.  Are you part camel?

Percy:  I don't have a hump.

Marcus:  I beg to differ.  I distinctly see a hump.

Percy:  Close your eyes and you won't see anything.

Marcus:  Okay.


Taylor:  Glad those two have that problem ironed out.  We're waiting on a winter storm to arrive today and carry into at least tomorrow afternoon.

Merci:  Fortunately, we don't get an abundance of ice and snow here but evidently some is arriving.  Last winter was fairly warm, so this will be your first snowstorm, Taylor.

Taylor:  From what I'm hearing, I'd just as soon miss it.  I hope there is room under the blankets for me.  Move over, Percy!


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

We Lost By Treat Default

Merci:  I'm sure you were wondering where we were yesterday and why the cats wrote the first post of the year.  We drew straws.

Buddy:  No, we didn't.  We drew treats and the one who drew the chicken one would win for his team - Team Dogs or Team Cats.  But when it came Marcus's turn he ate the remainder of the treats, so we dogs lost by treat default.

Merci:  I was trying to be polite and keep us all from being embarrassed.

Marcus:  You just had to tell that story, didn't you!  You left out the part that I was late to the meeting and I missed the instructions.  I thought you were all just being generous when you passed the covered bowl to me.

Merci:  We haven't been doing much of this lately.  Walking, I mean, not standing around posing for dumb pictures of Marcus sleeping upright. I wonder how he does that?

Buddy:  The new year came in with a lot of rain, so we were doing a lot of this.

Marcus:  And this.  See, I really do like my crate even when Jan is home and the door is open.

Buddy:  We want to start the new year by giving you as big a laugh as the cats did yesterday.

Merci:  So we're posting this America's Funniest Video of Dogs Discovering Snow.

Marcus:  If this doesn't make you laugh, you might want to check your pulse to be sure you're still with us cause we were all rolling on the floor.


If the video doesn't play, click here.