Southern Dialect Goose

Marcus:  Honk, honk, honk -

Cyndi:  What's the matter, Marcus?  Do you have a cold?

Marcus:  No.  I'm practicing my honks.

Cyndi:  Oh, you're on the driving kick again and you're pretending to be a car horn?

Marcus:  Of course not.  All of you made fun of me when I insisted I can speak fluent goose.  (Late for a Recital ) You insisted geese honk and don't have a second language, so I'm practicing my honking to see if they understand me any better.  I doubt it, but I'm willing to try since we're going to have more geese than this arriving soon for the cold weather.

Cyndi:  You do know today is Flashback Friday and you honking does not constitute a flashback?

Marcus:  It's a flashback for me.  I'm remembering all those great conversations I've had with geese.

Cyndi:  And I'm remembering all the delusions you're posted about speaking geese ... er, goose.  You know, bird!    (Swiss Cheese Theory.  Marcus Two Step.  Mister I Speak Geese.  A Honkless Holiday.  Translating Goose to Dog.  Giggle of Goose Gaggle.  Marcus Speaks Geese.)

Marcus:  Hey, thanks for gathering our conversations together so I can go back and review them.  It will make it easier to compare results over time.  I'll be very surprised if they can understand me when I honk, but if I work on my accent, it should work.

Cyndi:  Of course, that's it!  You have to honk in the same dialect as the arriving geese and most of them don't speak with a Southern accent.

Marcus:  I'm glad you understand.  The rest of the Funny Farmers think I'm off my trolley.

Cyndi:  You speak geese with a Southern drawl.  What's not to understand?  **cough, cough**

Marcus:  Are you okay?  You haven't caught the cold I don't have, have you?

Cyndi:  No, no, I'm fine, just have a goose feather tickling my funny bone.

We are joining Flashback Friday.  To see other blog entries and/or to enter your own blog, visit the Five Sibes.

Percy:  And don't forget, we Funny Farmer Felines have another Mousebreath interview today.  You can read Gidget Bluesky and Honey Sunshine at Mousebreath.

And joining Feline Friday at Comedy Plus.

Temp Apts 4 Thru 7

Percy: This was temporary apartment 4.  It was compact (at least I couldn't get stuck inside it) and a bit higher than some of the former ones. It was light and airy, near food and water and had enough of a "yard" to have a small party.  A drawback was that it was too close to the noisy neighbors that drove me out of my favorite cabinet.

Welcome back to the saga of my search for a new apartment.  Last week I showed you Temporary Apartment 3.  This week I will do a fast tour of numbers 4 through 7.  Remember, I am a cat and apartment hunting is not unusual. 

I was relaxing when Jan entered the kitchen and yelled, "Get off my dish drainer!  It's reserved for clean dishes.

"I'm clean," I countered.

"But you're a CAT!"

So I moved onto a storage shelf.  Here I am surrounded by bags.  I'm not a plastic bag, so I moved upstairs to the next shelf.

Number 5 was a plastic-lined wicker basket.  It was okay, but not great.  When Hurricane Jan blew through and turned it upside down, I was forced to move next door to number 6.  I removed all her junk in the way (kicked to the floor) and was fairly comfortable there for a couple of days.  But then I discovered the penthouse apartment, otherwise known as number 7.  There was enough room for me to stretch.  (See my foot and tail sticking out. Click on photo to enlarge if you can't read it.)

This penthouse wicker basket was super comfy.  It had a big, soft cushion for me to relax on.  Yes, this was definitely where I wanted to live.  I didn't stick to the plastic liner and the privacy was to die for!

Until Jan found me.  "That basket is for pillows, not cat hair!  You need to move."

I could see her hesitate when I gave her my "Oh, yeah, make me!" look, but it didn't stop her.  She turned my apartment around so I couldn't access it.

Evicted again.  I would be embarrassed to be homeless, but I didn't live to become a senior mancat by giving up.  I will win!

And by the way, I should have peed on her dish drainer while I had the chance.

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Today is also Rainbow Bridge Remembrance Day and we would like to take a moment to remember all the Funny Farmers we've lost since we began blogging: Jenny, Crystal, Cotton, Grayce, Cameron, Sam, Buddy & Merci. (Again, you can click on the picture to enlarge it.)

We all miss each of you and are the better for having known you.  Note: Micah and Percy will most likely not be saying that when one of them goes, but who knows - they might become friends before then!  :)

Rainbow Bridge Remembrance Day was founded by Deb Barnes of Zee and Zoey’s Cat Chronicles, author of Purr Prints of the Heart.

Cat Tree Prison

Taylor:  Hey, that's angel Buddy.  It's so nice to see him but what was he doing in prison?

Rusty:  He wasn't in prison.  He was trying to lay claim to our cat tree after Jan put it together.  (CSN Cat Tree)  I'm surprised he didn't climb it. Of course, he would have if there had been food at the top.

Taylor:  Buddy must have been a lot of fun when he was young.  I didn't meet him until he was old.

Rusty:  He kept us laughing and Jan busy. 

Taylor:  What was he like?

Rusty:  He was always into something.  Or on top of something.  Outside he was all hound, but in the house he thought he was just one of us cats.

Taylor:  I wish I could have known him back then.

Rusty:  You can.  Sort of.

Taylor:  But he's gone.

Rusty:  Not in memory.  Marcus is a different version of the younger Buddy.  Buddy's bark was loud, although he sounded more like a seal than a hound.  And he howled!  At sirens.  At the television.  At the answering machine and even at a ringing telephone.  

Taylor:  You mean Marcus isn't the noisiest dog you've ever met?

Rusty:  No, not the noisiest, but his high screeching is definitely the most annoying.

Taylor: Do you think Marcus, like Buddy, will get quieter with age?

Rusty:  Oh, I hope so!  My ears certainly hope so!

We are joining Flashback Friday.  To see other blog entries and.or to enter your own blog, visit the Five Sibes.

And since we have posted a flashback of the cat tree that Buddy grew in our house (well, his tree could flower), we are joining LLB in Our Backyard's Flower Friday. 

Temporary Apartment Three

Percy:  After I turned in the key to my Temporary Apartment Two in the cabinet behind the large bowls, I found a somewhat smaller kitchen apartment nearby. 

I found I could leap to the second shelf of the microwave stand and crawl onto a plastic drawer container. 

You can't miss me.  I'm the big black blob between the drawer and the shelf in the photo..

It was a nice apartment, close to food and water, and just a hairbreadth nearer to the feline pee and poop boxes.  I'm a senior guy. Things like that are important.

The old neighbors were just a few feet away, but those few feet and the shelf over my head meant the neighborhood was just a teeny bit quieter.  

It was a bit of a squeeze but it was close to a window where I had a beautiful view of the muddy dog pen.

I told Jan I would be so happy here if I could roll over on occasion, or even have an occasional guest in for a niptini or three.  She could get rid of the microwave and remove the shelf it rests on.   Then I would even have room to stand up and move around between naps.

Jan leaned down to look me in the eye (or she tried; it was quite dark under there) and evicted me.  "Get out of there!"

I know when I am not wanted and I am a very obedient guy.  I got out of there!

Well, I tried.  I was stuck. 

I think moving out of that cubbyhole was one of the best decisions I've ever made!


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