And NOW the (I'm sure) much anticipated LAMBY DANCE!
(this is a moving picture) Movie comes from the words moving picture! I just realized that! WOW.
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Thursday, April 23, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
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HAPPY EASTER
So, today it is Easter. I did not go to Church today because I went for 2 1/2 hours last night for the Great Easter Vigil and it was so exciting when everyone rang bells when Jesus rose! It was like a big party. I danced in my pew. I was also there for over two hours on Good Friday and Maundy Thursday. So all and all I was there like 7 hours for Easter Church. I didn't want to have to deal with an overcrowded church of people who only go to church on Holidays. It seemed unnecessary. So, here are some pictures about Easter.
I made Easter cookies on Maundy Thursday after Church. I made A LOT. Like 30 or something.
They are all trapped inside!?
:( [this picture is sideways. tilt your head]
This is what I got Tabby. It is two cookies. One like a bunny and one like an egg and they are both pink. A crispy cat mint coconut candy bar. It is vegan but still thick like how one thinks candy bars should be (like snickers, twix, three muskateers, etc.) The company makes two other flavors. A Luna Bar that is peppermint. A little baby dark chocolate bunny. And eggs filled with vegan gummy bears and vegan hard candies that are pomegranate flavored. And ALSO A STUFFED LAMBY. You should buy your stuffed animals from this company called stuffington because it is still in the United States. But it is in Phoenix. So, it might be filled with non-union undocumented workers who are still abused. . .
This is Tabby with Resurrection. (That is the lamby's name.)
This is what Tabby got me. That is a lamby named Lamb of God.
In the basket are lots and lots of dark chocolate eggs and ONE GIANT dark chocolate egg. He told me they are fair trade. Then there is a cookie shaped like a butterfly and a cookie shaped like a turtle. "AN EASTER TURTLE!?" I said. And there is mini brownies. And super cute salt and pepper shakers who love each other. This man on Union Square sells them and I always want them cause I'm obsessed with cute kitchen stuff. See, they are hugging.
It turned out the lambys are sisters! They were very happy to be reunited because they are sad they were pulled away from their mommy at such a young age.
MAMA IS THE SAME SIZE AS THE LAMBS!! She is so little! AHHH SOOO CUTE.
This is Fuffers smelling flowers that ARE GROWING OUT OF A BUNNY! Tabby's mom gave them to us for Easter. She gave them to us last Sunday though. The bunny's name is Bun-Bun No Nose because she has no nose! The flowers are named Yellow Flowers.
So, today it is Easter. I did not go to Church today because I went for 2 1/2 hours last night for the Great Easter Vigil and it was so exciting when everyone rang bells when Jesus rose! It was like a big party. I danced in my pew. I was also there for over two hours on Good Friday and Maundy Thursday. So all and all I was there like 7 hours for Easter Church. I didn't want to have to deal with an overcrowded church of people who only go to church on Holidays. It seemed unnecessary. So, here are some pictures about Easter.
I made Easter cookies on Maundy Thursday after Church. I made A LOT. Like 30 or something.
They are all trapped inside!?
:( [this picture is sideways. tilt your head]
This is what I got Tabby. It is two cookies. One like a bunny and one like an egg and they are both pink. A crispy cat mint coconut candy bar. It is vegan but still thick like how one thinks candy bars should be (like snickers, twix, three muskateers, etc.) The company makes two other flavors. A Luna Bar that is peppermint. A little baby dark chocolate bunny. And eggs filled with vegan gummy bears and vegan hard candies that are pomegranate flavored. And ALSO A STUFFED LAMBY. You should buy your stuffed animals from this company called stuffington because it is still in the United States. But it is in Phoenix. So, it might be filled with non-union undocumented workers who are still abused. . .
This is Tabby with Resurrection. (That is the lamby's name.)
This is what Tabby got me. That is a lamby named Lamb of God.
In the basket are lots and lots of dark chocolate eggs and ONE GIANT dark chocolate egg. He told me they are fair trade. Then there is a cookie shaped like a butterfly and a cookie shaped like a turtle. "AN EASTER TURTLE!?" I said. And there is mini brownies. And super cute salt and pepper shakers who love each other. This man on Union Square sells them and I always want them cause I'm obsessed with cute kitchen stuff. See, they are hugging.
It turned out the lambys are sisters! They were very happy to be reunited because they are sad they were pulled away from their mommy at such a young age.
MAMA IS THE SAME SIZE AS THE LAMBS!! She is so little! AHHH SOOO CUTE.
This is Fuffers smelling flowers that ARE GROWING OUT OF A BUNNY! Tabby's mom gave them to us for Easter. She gave them to us last Sunday though. The bunny's name is Bun-Bun No Nose because she has no nose! The flowers are named Yellow Flowers.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Calla's Sixty-Eighth Post
These are the Exquisite Corpse poems Tabby and I made. We did every other word w/o knowing what the other person wrote. Also, I am eating an Easter cookie. I made them yesterday and now I am fat because I ate like 7 today. They are really super good and really super fattening because they are butter cookies (fake butter) with frosting on them. . . and the primary ingredient in the frosting is crisco. So, now I am fat. And it is weird cause I made them shaped like animals and I always think everything that has a face is alive (even though in my head I know this is not true) but I still enjoy eating the cookies. I will put pictures of them up soon.
So here are the poems.
They do not have names.
And also, they get better as they go.
Buttocks happily melt a short tube.
Noses blankly jump blistered fig blossoms.
The frame absolutely trembled gruesome wild flowers.
Peanut butter tentically tickles lily like belt buckles.
(That one is not so good, we were just getting the hang of it. . these next ones are better)
A speckeled stomach postively censed a crunchy tumolt and bones.
Cunning rings sleepily bewilder the drenched squirrels and the lover.
The streaked chauffeur necissarily licks a broken Calla and stilts.
A farcical ribbon frankly scratches a vigourous glass and command.
(They still get better.)
The cute apples ran.
A silver sodomy clearly resorted to an orange pluto and euchatist.
A final tongue asks;
the slippery offense passionately brought around long lips and body.
The blessed forest hopes;
broad life prayfully gives anachronistic Mondays and substantives.
The whimsical cathedral waits.
Interlaced scabs meanly color a monochrome freedom and jewel.
A perfumed Autumn studies
piercing chimes lawlessly corresponding to the fierce whip of a nightmare and undersides.
An origami example sleeps.
Purple fear subserviently escapes the blatent hands of the analyses and souls.
(This next one got bad again because Tabby messed it up. He did the wrong words for half the lines and then had to make up new ones on the spot to fit his parts of speech.)
The painted blind constructs saw into half chasms.
The darkest of choices prophecies freckles into the sun.
The dark, trembling river forgets the premoridal dark bloom.
The least likley of oracles purges bread between text.
(The first line of that is actually good. . . That is the one Tabby did NOT screwed up.)
(This is the last one.)
Yellowing pillowed fingers blown above the slim clouds.
The most alive of secrets climaxes words onto crates.
A white delerious locamotive spoke from mythical skin.
The weakest of berries througs the Lord through summer.
I am not spell checking.
Here is your inanimate objects I think is alive.
This is from not this past Easter but the one before that. . .so TWO Easters ago. Tabby and I always get each other Easter Baskets. That green bunny is named Mint Car. I ate that maple syrup bunny which was maybe a little bit mean. Last Easter Tabby got me a chocolate bunny and I ate that too. It was dark chocolate cause I don't abuse cows.
Love,
Calla and her kitties (And Tabby helped)
I am not spell checking today.
So here are the poems.
They do not have names.
And also, they get better as they go.
Buttocks happily melt a short tube.
Noses blankly jump blistered fig blossoms.
The frame absolutely trembled gruesome wild flowers.
Peanut butter tentically tickles lily like belt buckles.
(That one is not so good, we were just getting the hang of it. . these next ones are better)
A speckeled stomach postively censed a crunchy tumolt and bones.
Cunning rings sleepily bewilder the drenched squirrels and the lover.
The streaked chauffeur necissarily licks a broken Calla and stilts.
A farcical ribbon frankly scratches a vigourous glass and command.
(They still get better.)
The cute apples ran.
A silver sodomy clearly resorted to an orange pluto and euchatist.
A final tongue asks;
the slippery offense passionately brought around long lips and body.
The blessed forest hopes;
broad life prayfully gives anachronistic Mondays and substantives.
The whimsical cathedral waits.
Interlaced scabs meanly color a monochrome freedom and jewel.
A perfumed Autumn studies
piercing chimes lawlessly corresponding to the fierce whip of a nightmare and undersides.
An origami example sleeps.
Purple fear subserviently escapes the blatent hands of the analyses and souls.
(This next one got bad again because Tabby messed it up. He did the wrong words for half the lines and then had to make up new ones on the spot to fit his parts of speech.)
The painted blind constructs saw into half chasms.
The darkest of choices prophecies freckles into the sun.
The dark, trembling river forgets the premoridal dark bloom.
The least likley of oracles purges bread between text.
(The first line of that is actually good. . . That is the one Tabby did NOT screwed up.)
(This is the last one.)
Yellowing pillowed fingers blown above the slim clouds.
The most alive of secrets climaxes words onto crates.
A white delerious locamotive spoke from mythical skin.
The weakest of berries througs the Lord through summer.
I am not spell checking.
Here is your inanimate objects I think is alive.
This is from not this past Easter but the one before that. . .so TWO Easters ago. Tabby and I always get each other Easter Baskets. That green bunny is named Mint Car. I ate that maple syrup bunny which was maybe a little bit mean. Last Easter Tabby got me a chocolate bunny and I ate that too. It was dark chocolate cause I don't abuse cows.
Love,
Calla and her kitties (And Tabby helped)
I am not spell checking today.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Calla's Fifty-Fifth Post
I have just stumbled upon some distressing news. . . The ghost bands may not be able to make me laugh much longer. (ha! I cracked a smile just writing that line! The ghost band is the funniest thing in the world! AHHHH! John Allison is a comic genius!) Alright, but for serious, the ghost bands are not actually in the comic, and I still have the shirt. . . so no, they will make me laugh for ever and ever and ever until the shirt gets worn out. . . And then I will laugh at pictures of myself wearing the shirt!! But, to the point. John Allison may soon discontinue Scary-go-Round and start something new. http://sgrblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/state-of-onion.html In theory, I get this. If one focuses on the same project for seven years, one is bound to get burnt out. But I will cry, cry, cry when Comrade Bat and Shelly Winters are no longer in my life! Just like I am so sad that Delirium is no longer in my life. I get way too attached to these fictional people (and animal-friends). It is highly dysfunctional of me. It is the same way I think all my stuffed animals are alive.
Oh, that song from the last post is super swell, huh? In bed the night after that bad movie Tabby was all, "that was like a David Bowie song or something." And THEN, without warning, he sang "I got an empathy virus." I laughed so so hard. So hard like the ghost bands, and the Abraham Lincoln story, and the Painter with the Sombrero (see Calla's Third Post for a complete description of how amazing all those things truly are!) And I said, "sing more! Sing more!!" while I was in hysterics. And at first he would not!! He would not sing more because he said he didn't know how; so I helped. I sang, "and I can't go out in the sun." And then he finally started singing more. And oh-so-quickly I found a receipt and a red marker and began transcribing the most awesomest song in the world ever. (Besides the one where Baby Kitty tap dances. . . I don't know if that is on here though.)
Ok, so there is so much more more more to say. I have to tell you more about that fictional person I know in real live life. But I don't remember his code name. So I have to look that up first.
What I have to say is that Dollhouse was on last Friday. Now, Dollhouse was alright. (Though Tahmoh Penekitt [however one spells his name!] was not in it nearly enough.) But it wasn't believable at all. Joss Whedon set up these villains of sorts, right? Like the people in charge of the agents (or whatever they were called) convince themselves they do their work to help people, but they don't actually do that. Or so I thought was the set up. THEN they went and didn't erase Echo's (who is Faith in Buffy, who has a name when she is not acting, but I don't know what it is.) memory so that she could go save that little girl. It was such predictable story-telling. Now, had Ron Moore been telling a story like this, he would've gotten the audience invested in the situation, made us all eager for the child to get saved, and then it wouldn't've happened, because it is not believable that it happened. Overall, it was a good show. The concept is interesting, Helo is in it (and he is a better actor than everyone else around him!), the pacing was right on, there weren't cheesy U2 or Coldplay songs in the background (that I can remember at least), I was immediately invested in the story and the characters (it helped that one is Helo.), though it seemed that was a stand alone episode the ending appears that it will still be tied to the overall series. So, as far as TV goes, it was ok. But then Galactica came on immediately. . . and the OPENEING SEQUENCE, THE RECAP, was better than Dollhouse. Once Galactica is in one's life, no TV show will ever be on par again. (except maybe Mad Men. That's pretty good.) Just as when the ghost bands enter your life, there is no other T-Shirt worth wearing.
Though, I did buy the Eggbert shirt in honor of Shelley. But here is the problem. Blue is a really ugly color. So I can't really bring myself to wear it that often. Also, I didn't buy it. Tabby bought it for me for Christmas because I asked him too. I wish it was green, black, brown, white, or even purple. Blue is ugly.
Want to know what I don't understand? Why people think the U.S. constitution is sacred. The old men who wrote it weren't gods or even oracles. They don't know any better than I or you do. (That should say you or I, I suppose. . . but I am narcisistic [hence the fact that I keep this blog], so I am leaving it the way it is.) So, it is weird that if something is "unconstitutional" it is deemed evil. This is all brought up, of course, by D.C. wanting voting rights. And I think they should have them even though the constitution says STATES have representatives in congress. TAXATION WITHOUT REPRESENTATION IS TYRANNY. (Probably our founding fathers overreacted a bit, no? Come on? Tyranny? Maybe mean would be a better word.) Though, I forget who said this, but someone said we should just stop taxing residents of D.C. HAHAHAHA! I love it. Colbert enlightened me to that guy who said that. Colbert is also a comic genius.
I am not sure if this picture of myself is up on a different post or not. If it is, I'm sorry for the re-run, but I wanted to put it up.
The kitties are playing with a toy!! No, Mama is playing, and the Baby Fuffersface does not understand how! :( It makes me so so so so sad to watch him try. He can't figure out he has to stick his paws in the slots and mostly just hits the side of the contraption. Though once in a while he gets his hand in the right spot and I think perhaps he will learn! But he doesn't. He is not the brightest crayon in the box. BUT HE SURE IS THE CUTEST!!!
Love,
Calla and the FURRY GUYS!!
Oh, that song from the last post is super swell, huh? In bed the night after that bad movie Tabby was all, "that was like a David Bowie song or something." And THEN, without warning, he sang "I got an empathy virus." I laughed so so hard. So hard like the ghost bands, and the Abraham Lincoln story, and the Painter with the Sombrero (see Calla's Third Post for a complete description of how amazing all those things truly are!) And I said, "sing more! Sing more!!" while I was in hysterics. And at first he would not!! He would not sing more because he said he didn't know how; so I helped. I sang, "and I can't go out in the sun." And then he finally started singing more. And oh-so-quickly I found a receipt and a red marker and began transcribing the most awesomest song in the world ever. (Besides the one where Baby Kitty tap dances. . . I don't know if that is on here though.)
Ok, so there is so much more more more to say. I have to tell you more about that fictional person I know in real live life. But I don't remember his code name. So I have to look that up first.
What I have to say is that Dollhouse was on last Friday. Now, Dollhouse was alright. (Though Tahmoh Penekitt [however one spells his name!] was not in it nearly enough.) But it wasn't believable at all. Joss Whedon set up these villains of sorts, right? Like the people in charge of the agents (or whatever they were called) convince themselves they do their work to help people, but they don't actually do that. Or so I thought was the set up. THEN they went and didn't erase Echo's (who is Faith in Buffy, who has a name when she is not acting, but I don't know what it is.) memory so that she could go save that little girl. It was such predictable story-telling. Now, had Ron Moore been telling a story like this, he would've gotten the audience invested in the situation, made us all eager for the child to get saved, and then it wouldn't've happened, because it is not believable that it happened. Overall, it was a good show. The concept is interesting, Helo is in it (and he is a better actor than everyone else around him!), the pacing was right on, there weren't cheesy U2 or Coldplay songs in the background (that I can remember at least), I was immediately invested in the story and the characters (it helped that one is Helo.), though it seemed that was a stand alone episode the ending appears that it will still be tied to the overall series. So, as far as TV goes, it was ok. But then Galactica came on immediately. . . and the OPENEING SEQUENCE, THE RECAP, was better than Dollhouse. Once Galactica is in one's life, no TV show will ever be on par again. (except maybe Mad Men. That's pretty good.) Just as when the ghost bands enter your life, there is no other T-Shirt worth wearing.
Though, I did buy the Eggbert shirt in honor of Shelley. But here is the problem. Blue is a really ugly color. So I can't really bring myself to wear it that often. Also, I didn't buy it. Tabby bought it for me for Christmas because I asked him too. I wish it was green, black, brown, white, or even purple. Blue is ugly.
Want to know what I don't understand? Why people think the U.S. constitution is sacred. The old men who wrote it weren't gods or even oracles. They don't know any better than I or you do. (That should say you or I, I suppose. . . but I am narcisistic [hence the fact that I keep this blog], so I am leaving it the way it is.) So, it is weird that if something is "unconstitutional" it is deemed evil. This is all brought up, of course, by D.C. wanting voting rights. And I think they should have them even though the constitution says STATES have representatives in congress. TAXATION WITHOUT REPRESENTATION IS TYRANNY. (Probably our founding fathers overreacted a bit, no? Come on? Tyranny? Maybe mean would be a better word.) Though, I forget who said this, but someone said we should just stop taxing residents of D.C. HAHAHAHA! I love it. Colbert enlightened me to that guy who said that. Colbert is also a comic genius.
I am not sure if this picture of myself is up on a different post or not. If it is, I'm sorry for the re-run, but I wanted to put it up.
The kitties are playing with a toy!! No, Mama is playing, and the Baby Fuffersface does not understand how! :( It makes me so so so so sad to watch him try. He can't figure out he has to stick his paws in the slots and mostly just hits the side of the contraption. Though once in a while he gets his hand in the right spot and I think perhaps he will learn! But he doesn't. He is not the brightest crayon in the box. BUT HE SURE IS THE CUTEST!!!
Love,
Calla and the FURRY GUYS!!
Friday, February 13, 2009
Calla's Fifty-Second Post
So, of course, it is time for Galactica again.
I am pretty much overly-excited that they explained the missing #7? Anyone else with me? I don't care if he comes back or if they ever even mention him again, that was ANNOYING. It was, I'll admit, a minor problem, but it was just that little bit that made the whole thing unrealistic.
Now I guess there's theories circulating that Starbuck is Daniel. Well, that's dumb because she is Aurora.
Why do all these people think Daniel will be back at all? That doesn't make any sense! Ellen said he couldn't be brought back! What, his memory just downloaded into a baby or something? But NOT his memory, just his essence!? That's just stupid. They fixed their only minor plot hole and I am satisfied and think it will be stupid if number seven IS somewhere?
Why was the brain surgeon NOT on Galactica already? Tabby is telling me this is not a plot hole, and I never said it was. . . But the point is not that it is a plot hole, but that why would the brain surgeon not be with the high security people who are also the most likely ones to need brain surgery.
Is Anders going to die? I'm still scared even though Doc Coddle said he would live. . . But why does he have almost no brain activity? I am super scared. I don't want him to die! But Starbuck has that bullet on her necklace later! Is that cause her husband dies!? I'm super ascared. They have not rebuilt the resurrection hub!!
Ha, know what was funny today? Remember how I talked about how Cavil messed with all the final cylons except for Tori? (I think I mentioned it, maybe I just thought it.) Well, when Ellen went on her schpeal about how Cavil (John) messed with all of them she couldn't think of anything to say for Tori! That's so funny.
Clearly Six is modeled after a young Ellen. . . People have lots been speculating about that and now it seems to be true.
So about the aging thing. . . Well, the final five were born on earth. That has been established. They stopped using resurrection after Kobol because they didn't need it anymore, and then the final five re-invented it. . . So there's the whole issue with Tigh having hair and what not, right? Well probably he had hair when the nuclear blast hit Earth and that's how he downloaded and then they age from there or something. . . So, when they were getting to the 12 colonies did they keep dying of old age and resurrecting? I don't get this part yet for sure. I need to re-watch the midseason opener to figure out if Tigh had hair when he died.
Was it slightly too on the nose when Boomer was all "love who? humans!?" and then they cut to Chief, who is obviously the love of her life!! OH I CAN'T WAIT TIL THEY GET BACK TOGETHER. . . Cali smelled like cabbage!!!
Um, the next episode where the cylons are all contemplating leaving the humans better not consume the whole episode cause that would be stupid. We all know already that's not going to happen. (And if it does, wow, then I guess we all have NO IDEA where the show is going. . . which is always a possibility.)
Is anyone else said that Baltar still hasn't been in the second half of the season oh so much? He is my favorite!!!
Helo wasn't in this episode either. . . But that's ok cause I saw him in Dollhouse. Which was alright, but nothing golden.
OK, that's all for now. This was good stuff, just so you know.
Love,
Calla and her kitties.
See how much they love their beds!!!!
WAIT! The mention of kitties reminds me of their new toy. I bought the kitties a new toy today. It was made in the U.S.A. (of parts from God knows where cause no one's really required to print that.) So, anyway, it's this circle with a ball in it. HA! That is so not descriptive! I'll add a picture sometime. The point is this: I bought it so that the Sir Fuffers would play with it and lose some chub chub. . . HE CAN'T FIGURE OUT HOW. He can't figure out to put his paws in the slots to hit the ball! He can't figure it out even though he likes to look at it. Have I told you before he is not the most brightest kitty cat? 'Cause, truth be told, he is not. But Mama is really good at playing with it!! She loved it so so much!!
OK, now that is all for now for real.
Oh: I should make a list about what we still need to know. . . But I'll do that in a minute or something
I am pretty much overly-excited that they explained the missing #7? Anyone else with me? I don't care if he comes back or if they ever even mention him again, that was ANNOYING. It was, I'll admit, a minor problem, but it was just that little bit that made the whole thing unrealistic.
Now I guess there's theories circulating that Starbuck is Daniel. Well, that's dumb because she is Aurora.
Why do all these people think Daniel will be back at all? That doesn't make any sense! Ellen said he couldn't be brought back! What, his memory just downloaded into a baby or something? But NOT his memory, just his essence!? That's just stupid. They fixed their only minor plot hole and I am satisfied and think it will be stupid if number seven IS somewhere?
Why was the brain surgeon NOT on Galactica already? Tabby is telling me this is not a plot hole, and I never said it was. . . But the point is not that it is a plot hole, but that why would the brain surgeon not be with the high security people who are also the most likely ones to need brain surgery.
Is Anders going to die? I'm still scared even though Doc Coddle said he would live. . . But why does he have almost no brain activity? I am super scared. I don't want him to die! But Starbuck has that bullet on her necklace later! Is that cause her husband dies!? I'm super ascared. They have not rebuilt the resurrection hub!!
Ha, know what was funny today? Remember how I talked about how Cavil messed with all the final cylons except for Tori? (I think I mentioned it, maybe I just thought it.) Well, when Ellen went on her schpeal about how Cavil (John) messed with all of them she couldn't think of anything to say for Tori! That's so funny.
Clearly Six is modeled after a young Ellen. . . People have lots been speculating about that and now it seems to be true.
So about the aging thing. . . Well, the final five were born on earth. That has been established. They stopped using resurrection after Kobol because they didn't need it anymore, and then the final five re-invented it. . . So there's the whole issue with Tigh having hair and what not, right? Well probably he had hair when the nuclear blast hit Earth and that's how he downloaded and then they age from there or something. . . So, when they were getting to the 12 colonies did they keep dying of old age and resurrecting? I don't get this part yet for sure. I need to re-watch the midseason opener to figure out if Tigh had hair when he died.
Was it slightly too on the nose when Boomer was all "love who? humans!?" and then they cut to Chief, who is obviously the love of her life!! OH I CAN'T WAIT TIL THEY GET BACK TOGETHER. . . Cali smelled like cabbage!!!
Um, the next episode where the cylons are all contemplating leaving the humans better not consume the whole episode cause that would be stupid. We all know already that's not going to happen. (And if it does, wow, then I guess we all have NO IDEA where the show is going. . . which is always a possibility.)
Is anyone else said that Baltar still hasn't been in the second half of the season oh so much? He is my favorite!!!
Helo wasn't in this episode either. . . But that's ok cause I saw him in Dollhouse. Which was alright, but nothing golden.
OK, that's all for now. This was good stuff, just so you know.
Love,
Calla and her kitties.
See how much they love their beds!!!!
WAIT! The mention of kitties reminds me of their new toy. I bought the kitties a new toy today. It was made in the U.S.A. (of parts from God knows where cause no one's really required to print that.) So, anyway, it's this circle with a ball in it. HA! That is so not descriptive! I'll add a picture sometime. The point is this: I bought it so that the Sir Fuffers would play with it and lose some chub chub. . . HE CAN'T FIGURE OUT HOW. He can't figure out to put his paws in the slots to hit the ball! He can't figure it out even though he likes to look at it. Have I told you before he is not the most brightest kitty cat? 'Cause, truth be told, he is not. But Mama is really good at playing with it!! She loved it so so much!!
OK, now that is all for now for real.
Oh: I should make a list about what we still need to know. . . But I'll do that in a minute or something
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Calla's Forty-Second Post
This is just really quick to say: I feel bad for the catnip mouse! All the other stuffed animals are in the bedroom on the doorway railing thingy all safe and sound. They even take part in the household conversation on occasion, and Periwinkle made an espidition around the living room entirely unscathed. The only thing all these creatures have in common is they are stuffed with fluff. (much like Edward Bear a.k.a. Winnie-the-Pooh) The poor little catnip mouse is, on the other hand, stuffed with catnip. Because of this fate, which was no fault of his own, he is subject to constant harassment by the household felines. He is batted, bitten, scratched, and flung around on a daily basis. He is even missing a black-stitch eye from all of the abuse. Now, he is cute and little like all the other stuffed animals. Yet, he is tortured! I feel so sad for him. I am thinking maybe I should remove the catnip, fill the little guy with fluff and find a ball or sack filled with catnip for the feline enjoyment. He is in my lap right now because I picked him up and felt so sorry for his condition that I was compelled to write this; and so I couldn't just put him back on the ground where he would be subject to merciless attacks. HE EVEN HAS WHISKERS HE IS SO CUTE.
I have issues.
Love,
Calla. . . AND THE CATS DO NOT APPROVE OF THIS MESSAGE.
Guest Cat III this is Baby Broder. He lives with my sister and wishes he were a stray.
I have issues.
Love,
Calla. . . AND THE CATS DO NOT APPROVE OF THIS MESSAGE.
Guest Cat III this is Baby Broder. He lives with my sister and wishes he were a stray.
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