Throughout life's ups and downs and the uncertainties that tomorrow brings, its good to know that somethings never change...
...Thankfully, dogs are still stupid:
Friday, March 31, 2006
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Of birds and bees... and potential kittens
My apologies for the long silence. Everything is well in the Jelly household. Well, almost everything.
Our resident vixen, Twinkie, decided that it was time to sow her wild oats - and for once in her life actually found someone to reciprocate. Yes another young orange tabby has been on the prowl. And Sparks obviously flew - because Twinkie proceeded to use every conceivable trick in the book to escape from the house, for questionable little midnight liaisons. The two-legs are not pleased, having even 'de-maled' that idiot Monkey (a smart move for a human I must say), to prevent teenage pregnancies from happening in my household.
Twinkie, being a runt, and rather susceptible to anesthesia of any kind, has been spared the snip-snip treatment that the rest of us felines have undergone.
But of course now that she has tasted of the forbidden fruit, some measures may have to be taken. Twinkie is off to the vets in a couple of days to undergo something called an ultrasound. Apparently that will reveal if there are any 'Twinklets' brewing inside her...
Both my humans are very upset about the entire situation. If the poor thing is indeed in the family way... what is the next step to take? We shall wait and see.
Of course Twinkie is very pleased with herself at this moment. I've tried to explain the seriousness of the situation to her - but she just seems to have a far-away look in her eyes.
Anyway never fear - we'll work something out I'm sure.
Will speak to you all again soon.
J.
Our resident vixen, Twinkie, decided that it was time to sow her wild oats - and for once in her life actually found someone to reciprocate. Yes another young orange tabby has been on the prowl. And Sparks obviously flew - because Twinkie proceeded to use every conceivable trick in the book to escape from the house, for questionable little midnight liaisons. The two-legs are not pleased, having even 'de-maled' that idiot Monkey (a smart move for a human I must say), to prevent teenage pregnancies from happening in my household.
Twinkie, being a runt, and rather susceptible to anesthesia of any kind, has been spared the snip-snip treatment that the rest of us felines have undergone.
But of course now that she has tasted of the forbidden fruit, some measures may have to be taken. Twinkie is off to the vets in a couple of days to undergo something called an ultrasound. Apparently that will reveal if there are any 'Twinklets' brewing inside her...
Both my humans are very upset about the entire situation. If the poor thing is indeed in the family way... what is the next step to take? We shall wait and see.
Of course Twinkie is very pleased with herself at this moment. I've tried to explain the seriousness of the situation to her - but she just seems to have a far-away look in her eyes.
Anyway never fear - we'll work something out I'm sure.
Will speak to you all again soon.
J.
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Monkey's Grand Day Out
We all have our little days in the Sun, when wild instincts take over and well... its just nice to go mad now and again. No harm in that. But for Monkey, every day seems to be a day in the Sun... too much Sun I would prefer to say. Especially for such a soft-brained creature.
Yesterday was one of those 'Monkey Days' - dangerous times; when he's been left to his own devices, because the two-legs were too busy in their own little worlds to notice.
Let me set the scene for you: the Sun was out, the breeze was cool, and the laundry had just been put out to dry...
Yes, the laundry...
Now don't get me wrong, I love the smell and feel of freshly washed clothes just as much as the next cat.
But at least I have the manners to wait until they've been pressed and ironed and laid out on the bed before I roll around on them.
Monkey on the other hand, has no manners, and in the absence of any human supervision, found the clothes line irresistible.
One minute he's lying on the grass, pretending to mind his own business.
The next minute, he's grabbed something off the rack and sprawling all over it.
That male is so rough around the edges and completely lacks any class - absolutely no hope for him. However, I must admit that its often worth the trouble putting up with him, especially when the two-legs eventually find out what he's been up to...
For the time being though, he was really enjoying the moment, rolling around on the towel and making sure that as much dust and dirt as felinely possible was being transferred in the process. Monkey is good at that sort of uncultured thing.
Meanwhile, Cocoa a simple but well meaning creature noticed the ecstatic rumblings of contentment coming from the filthy male and - remarkably, lost interest in her toys.
You must take my word when I tell you, that for Cocoa to lose interest in her toys, is the equivalent of humans losing interest in watching TV game shows - it rarely, if ever, happens.
Now I've mentioned before that Cocoa and Monkey have an unusual relationship. He pretends she doesn't exist, and she pretends he's a pillow.
So with this great opportunity to join in the fun, the great big red simpleton dropped her stuffed teddy bear and joined her accomplice on the (by now) sorry-looking towel.
And so they fell fast asleep... in fact they were still asleep when the two-legs came into the garden... and when the two-legs were standing right in front of them.
... uh oh
What a wonderful spectacle for Twinkie and I when they finally opened their eyes! Ah, these are what sunny days are made for... having front row seats for watching the idiots of the family being scolded. A Wonderful Day...
But alas all good things must come to an end, and as usual the two of them were not in the two-legs' bad books for very long - what a shame. But with dimwits like these around, it won't be long before I have to wait for more entertainment...
J
Yesterday was one of those 'Monkey Days' - dangerous times; when he's been left to his own devices, because the two-legs were too busy in their own little worlds to notice.
Let me set the scene for you: the Sun was out, the breeze was cool, and the laundry had just been put out to dry...
Yes, the laundry...
Now don't get me wrong, I love the smell and feel of freshly washed clothes just as much as the next cat.But at least I have the manners to wait until they've been pressed and ironed and laid out on the bed before I roll around on them.
Monkey on the other hand, has no manners, and in the absence of any human supervision, found the clothes line irresistible.
One minute he's lying on the grass, pretending to mind his own business. The next minute, he's grabbed something off the rack and sprawling all over it.
That male is so rough around the edges and completely lacks any class - absolutely no hope for him. However, I must admit that its often worth the trouble putting up with him, especially when the two-legs eventually find out what he's been up to...
For the time being though, he was really enjoying the moment, rolling around on the towel and making sure that as much dust and dirt as felinely possible was being transferred in the process. Monkey is good at that sort of uncultured thing.
Meanwhile, Cocoa a simple but well meaning creature noticed the ecstatic rumblings of contentment coming from the filthy male and - remarkably, lost interest in her toys.You must take my word when I tell you, that for Cocoa to lose interest in her toys, is the equivalent of humans losing interest in watching TV game shows - it rarely, if ever, happens.
Now I've mentioned before that Cocoa and Monkey have an unusual relationship. He pretends she doesn't exist, and she pretends he's a pillow.So with this great opportunity to join in the fun, the great big red simpleton dropped her stuffed teddy bear and joined her accomplice on the (by now) sorry-looking towel.
And so they fell fast asleep... in fact they were still asleep when the two-legs came into the garden... and when the two-legs were standing right in front of them.
... uh ohWhat a wonderful spectacle for Twinkie and I when they finally opened their eyes! Ah, these are what sunny days are made for... having front row seats for watching the idiots of the family being scolded. A Wonderful Day...
But alas all good things must come to an end, and as usual the two of them were not in the two-legs' bad books for very long - what a shame. But with dimwits like these around, it won't be long before I have to wait for more entertainment...
J
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