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.

Second Bandana Rusty

Cyndi:  Is it Friday already?

Rusty:  Yesterday was Thursday and tomorrow is Saturday, so, yes, this would be Friday.

Cyndi:  Good.  That means it's time for another Mousebreath interview.

Rusty:  Who do we have this week?

Cyndi:  You know who we are interviewing, Rusty!

Rusty:  I know I know, but they don't know.  I was pretending to be your second bandana.

Cyndi:  I think you mean my second banana.

Rusty:  No, I don't.  I don't like bananas.

Cyndi:  You don't like bandanas either, so why don't we just tell everyone the subject of our interview.

Rusty:  Okay, we -

Cyndi:  Hey, stop!  This is my post and I do the announcing!

Rusty:  But you said to tell everyone.

Cyndi:  No, I said we - meaning me.

Rusty:  Since when does we mean me?

Cyndi:  Not you-me, me-me.

Rusty:  I think I'm getting a headache.

Cyndi:  I know just the cure for that, Rusty.  Our interviewees this week will make you smile.

Rusty:  *silence*

Cyndi:  Speak up, Rusty.  You're supposed to ask who our interviewees are.

Rusty:  I already did and you called me a banana.

Cyndi:  I'm about to call you fired.

Rusty:  I was never hired so you can't fire me.

Cyndi:  I have an idea.  Why don't you tell everyone the news.

Rusty:  You've confused me and I can't remember.  You tell them.

Cyndi:  Okay, This week we interview the cats from Clarissa's House of Cats.  Their interview, Clarissa and 13 Furblings, can be read at Mousebreath, the ezine by cats for cats.

Rusty:  Let's not forget to post Johnny's photo.  Their mom didn't send a picture of all of them, so Johnny sent his own. 

Johnny

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

Washing Dirty Mud

Micah:  Does anyone have something special you're thankful for this week?

Marcus:  I do.

Micah:  What's that?

Marcus:  Dirt.  I'm thankful for dirt.

Micah:  We sure have enough of that in your dog pen.  But everyone already knows you love dirt.

Marcus:  They haven't seen the hole I dug.

Micah:  Speaking of the hole you dug, why did you dig it?

Marcus:  Because it feels so good to be one with the dirt.  I could live here if Jan would serve my meals outside.

Micah:  But the dog pen has been mud for a while now.

Marcus:  So?  What's a little mud between friends?

Micah:  I don't think Jan feels very friendly when you wipe off the mud on the furniture.

Marcus: Rolling in a mud puddle is pure bliss.

Micah:  I've seen the look on Jan's face when she plays ball with you and you kick mud at her.

Marcus:  I've heard humans love a good mud pack.

Micah: I don't think they use dirty mud in a mud pack.

Marcus:  Humans are so strange.  Washing the dirt out of mud would be like washing vegetables before eating.

Micah:  Then don't look now 'cause Jan is washing lettuce.


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

Biscuit at the Bridge

Two Fridays ago, at the end of a post, we mentioned our new friend Biscuit (Safe At Last).  His Mousebreath interview posted the same day.  It was different than the others we have done. He didn't have a blog and wasn't on social media, so he wasn't promoting himself.  He was a senior cat with an interesting story.

Two weeks later, on Saturday, June 3, he left for the Bridge.

As all of us who have lost a furry can imagine, this is a painful time for his mom Leslie.  Whenever there is a loss in the community, pet bloggers support one another.   Since Leslie doesn't have a blog for Biscuit, we thought we would do this short memorial post. 

Biscuit, you may not have had a lot of years in your new life with Mom Leslie, but you left a big hole in her heart when your time came to leave.  You were loved - from the moment she met you.

You can read his interview, The Story of Biscuit, on Mousebreath.