Wide Awake and Confused

Taylor: Whatcha looking for, Marcus?

Marcus: Our blog posts. The ones that aren't getting written. I figure they must be buried under my ball since they aren't on our blog.

Taylor:  Don't worry.  They will be.  It's just that things have been so hectic around here for so long and now every time Jan turns on the computer, we get a storm and have to shut down again.

Marcus: Today's storm was a doozy, but at least we were able to be back online.  Almost took off our back screen door when Jan was carrying Rusty inside. And the lightning sure hit something close by.

Taylor:  When are we going to finish posting the last of our Mousebreath interviews? 

Marcus:  As soon as we can get a block of time to post them.  Those poor bloggers have been waiting since the end of February.


Taylor:  Well, we'd better get to them soon or those bloggers are going to think we absconded with their money.

Marcus:  We get money to do those interviews?  Nobody ever told me that! 

Taylor:  I was kidding.  We were doing it as a labor of love to showcase the diverse talents of our blogging friends. 

Marcus:  We did a fun interview with Spider and Gracie (Presenting Spider and Gracie) in February.  They were planning to start a blog in May, but on May 6 Spider left for the bridge.  She would have been 20 years old on Wednesday, June 27. 

Taylor:  Now we'll never get to read their blog.  I always enjoyed reading their questions to Ask Max on Mousebreath and couldn't wait for the blog opening.  I'll miss Spider.

Marcus:  Gracie and her Food Lady miss her too.  I wonder if I'll have as much vim and vinegar as she did when I'm 20 years old.

Taylor:  I hope you mean vim and vigor, not vinegar.

Marcus:  I guess I do.  I got sidetracked.   The police stopped a car across the street a bit ago.  The car was just loaded on a tow truck.  The guy was handcuffed and put in the back of one of the police cars. 

Taylor:  And you didn't tell me?  I would have liked to see that too.

Marcus:  I didn't want to interrupt your typing. 

Taylor:  Did we cover everything we wanted to today?

Marcus:  Actually, I thought we should acknowledge how much better we furries are at counting than humans are. 

Taylor:  Of course.  But why do you say that?

Marcus:  When we posted Jan's age (Half of Ten Centuries), many assumed Jan to be 50, but half of ONE century is 50.  Half of TEN centuries is 500. 

Taylor:   These humans need to be wide-awake when they read our posts, but it's such fun to confuse them. 

A Good Mud Bath

Micah:  We had a rainstorm yesterday, but a real downpour the Sunday before.  Can you see it coming down in sheets? 

Merci:  Even Marcus didn't want to go outside.  He did try to sneak his outside ball inside so it wouldn't be scared, but he was caught.  

Micah:  He threatened to sue Jan for making him leave it exposed to the elements - namely, thunder and lightning - but Jan said he'd have to get a job to pay for his own attorney and he changed his mind.

Mercy:  Come to think of it, I'm surprised Marcus didn't volunteer to stay outside and keep his ball company since he loves mud so much.

Micah:  Thunderstorms make him nervous.

Merci:  That must be why he decided a good mud bath would do wonders for the life of the ball.

Micah: Surely you noticed how pretty and soft the ball was after the mud bath?

Merci:  No, and neither did you.  You were in the nip again, weren't you!
 
Micah:  How did you know?

Merci: For a moment you sounded like Marcus.

The Box Line

Micah:  Oh, look what I found.  A box of food just waiting by the window for someone to nap on it.

Buddy:  Jan is going to be very unhappy with you.  Mr. Bill sent her that box of food and she hasn't had a chance to empty it yet.

Micah:  That's okay.  I'm not as particular about my boxes being empty as some cats are.

Buddy:  Well, Jan might be particular about you sleeping there.  You're denting the food boxes.

Micah:  I think they're denting me too.  I'd really rather not have box corners poking me, but if I stay here and look uncomfortable, perhaps Jan will empty the big box faster.

Buddy:  You're a bit late.  April Fool's Day was Saturday.

Micah:  I'm not fooling.

Buddy:  If you really want to sleep in the box, I'd go borrow Marcus's Great Swampi plopped down turban (Great Swami Marcus 6)  and use it as a cushion on top of the food.

Micah:  That's a good suggestion.  I think Marcus left it on top of his crate.  Would you mind bringing it to me?

Buddy:  Why don't you go get it yourself?

Micah:  If I move, I'll lose my place in the box line.

Buddy:  *looks around*  What box line?

Micah:  The one the other cats will form as soon as I move.

Buddy:  The box has been sitting there for a week.  There hasn't been any box line.

Micah:  There will be now that I've broken it in.  Rusty will want to sleep with his head hanging off the top.  Cyndi and Taylor will want to nest between the tuna cans.  And Percy will want to spray it to cover my scent.

Buddy:  *sigh*  Okay, I'll go borrow Marcus's turban for you.

Micah:  Thanks.  And since you'll be passing the treat bag, could you bring that too?

On a serious note, we're thankful Monday wasn't as bad here as predicted. This is what we it looked like in the distance when the weather radio started squawking and the emergency sirens sounded around 12:30 pm.  We had a t-storm, hail and a downpour where we are.

And Wednesday's more severe weather mostly by-passed us, for which we are extremely grateful! A tornado watch most of the day and another round of storms due in about an hour (writing this Wed. evening), but we're doing fine - so far.

We know many of you were included in the severe weather warning area and hope all of you are okay!


We're joining the Thankful Thursday blog hop at Brian's Home.