Kittens and Mittens

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Seriously, where’s that pie?

I had to Google “kittens and mittens” since it’s been awhile since I’ve read Mother Goose. In an obscure drawer in an overcrowded file cabinet in the back of my brain, I knew there was a children’s rhyme that would explain the reference to pie.

“The three little kittens, they lost their mittens,”
BY MOTHER GOOSE
The three little kittens, they lost their mittens,
And they began to cry,
“Oh, mother dear, we sadly fear,
That we have lost our mittens.”
“What! Lost your mittens, you naughty kittens!
Then you shall have no pie.”
“Meow, meow, meow.”
“Then you shall have no pie.”

The three little kittens, they found their mittens,
And they began to cry,
“Oh, mother dear, see here, see here,
For we have found our mittens.”
“Put on your mittens, you silly kittens,
And you shall have some pie.”
“Purr, purr, purr,
Oh, let us have some pie.”          

The three little kittens put on their mittens,
And soon ate up the pie,
“Oh, mother dear, we greatly fear,
That we have soiled our mittens.”
“What, soiled your mittens, you naughty kittens!”
Then they began to sigh,
“Meow, meow, meow,”
Then they began to sigh.

The three little kittens, they washed their mittens,
And hung them out to dry,
“Oh, mother dear, do you not hear,
That we have washed our mittens?”
“What, washed your mittens, then you’re good kittens,
But I smell a rat close by.”
“Meow, meow, meow,
We smell a rat close by.”

“Are you paying attention?”

Crazy cat-loving blogger that I am, I can’t take credit for this photo but I felt compelled to post it. The subtlety and restraint shown by this patient cat contrasts dramatically with my boys when they are hungry – Biscotti in particular.  Mine haven’t mastered silverware and thus are less “evolved” than this cat who I’ve named Gus (don’t ask why – he could be a girl cat but I’m betting not).  I don’t know if Gus would stay this way indefinitely or revert to a scene from Oliver Twist where the orphanage kids, silverware in hands, start pounding the table and demanding food.  But I digress….

Gus, sitting patiently & hoping his person has a plan to feed him sometime today......repeating his mantra
Gus, sitting patiently & hoping his person has a plan to feed him sometime today……repeating his mantra “patience is a virtue”

Fifty….I mean Fifteen Shades of Biscotti

For those of you who have visited Spence’s Girl before, you’ve seen posts that feature my two cats, Tipper and Biscotti (aka The Biscuit).  Today’s post came about because of a blog I adore called Creekview Carol. Creekview Carol is a lovely black and white cat from Paris Kentucky who is a gifted writer and shares stories and photos about her siblings – both cats and furry beasts (or dogs).  It is highly entertaining, I always read it aloud to Biscotti and Tipper; they love seeing the pictures Carol posts.

Biscotti has been after me to do a “feature post” (his words) about him.  I didn’t catch on at first until I noticed he was constantly posing for me.  The Biscuit isn’t allowed to use my MacBook so the compromise is me blogging on his behalf. He helped to choose the photos and captions.

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Here’s looking at you!

Biscotti and Tipper have been featured in earlier posts on this blog. If you enjoyed this, they’d love for you to check more of Spence’s Girl under “Cat Stuff”.

And if you want a real treat, check out http://creekviewcarol.com – it is a really great blog!

Fuzzy Monday

From the title, I bet you thought this post was referring to a Super Bowl Hangover. I assure you that is not the case.  Rather, I couldn’t resist compiling a gallery of fuzzy kittens and cats to start off the week. Meow and you’re welcome.

I was trying to somersault but I got stuck
I was trying to somersault but I got stuck
Umm....help please
Umm….help please
“Here’s looking at you kid”
I saved you a seat for movie night!
I saved you a seat for movie night!
Big stretch
Big stretch
Friends doing yoga
Friends doing yoga
Oh how I love sunbathing
Oh how I love sunbathing
Nap time, the best
Nap time, the best

New study shows cats love to read

Were you reading that book?
“Are you reading or may I sit here?”
If you love to read and have a cat, you get this. Make room on your lap so you can both read the book.
If you love to read and have a cat, you get this. Make room on your lap so you can both read the book. Or put the book down and pet the cat, your choice.
Wise words shared with willing students
Wise words shared with willing students
Start reading at a young age, you'll love books forever
Learn to read at a young age, you’ll love books forever
Could you read aloud? And do the voices?
“Could you read this aloud? And do the voices?”
This book is so good!
“This book is fascinating!”
My paw as a bookmark
“My paw as a bookmark. You’re welcome”
My next book will be chick-lit.
“My next book will be a romance novel.  This book is freaking me out”
What is that word? Catastrophe? Does it have something to do with cats? I'll look it up.
“What is that word? Catastrophe? Does it have something to do with cats? Or trophies? I’ll look it up.”
Here's your reading glasses. I don't need them.
“Here’s your reading glasses. I don’t need them.”
I don't really need them but I look cool in your glasses
“I don’t really need them but I look cool in your glasses”
I'm just resting my eyes.
I’m just resting my eyes.

Independent research study performed by Spence’s Girl in January 2015.  

Birdwatching for Tipper & Biscotti

I’ve finally ordered new bookcase/shelf units to replace the rather wobbly ones that I’ve had forever. They are on back-order from Crate and Barrel with a vague “mid-July” expected delivery. Spence and I have dismantled the old shelves after painstakingly moving everything they held to a temporary holding area. The new shelves are wider (deeper and shorter as well) and this necessitated removing pictures and picture hooks. Which meant re-painting the wall and as long as I’m at it, repainting the adjacent wall that never looked right after the bathtub leak repair last year.

You may be thinking “I thought this was about your cats watching birds, Spence’s Girl? Way to drag out the story”….. Patience, I’m getting to it.

Our very large picture window has plantation shutters which are rarely opened and the “boys” hang out in their cat tree to watch the birds through the slats. But yesterday was a glorious high 60’s-low 70’s sunny day and I’d opened the shutters for better light while painting, opening the window to enjoy the breeze. Which brings me to Tipper and Biscotti bird-watching.  It happens that our huge tree is dropping cherries by the hundreds and every bird in at least five square miles is aware of it and flocking to feast on them. Tipper and Biscotti not only jumped up to watch, they parked there for at least five hours, occasionally switching positions. I’ve added captions to help you follow along:

Biscotti’s Conundrum

I find it more enjoyable to blog surrounded by Spence, Tipper and Biscotti while hanging out in the living room, MacBook on my lap – as opposed to sequestering myself up in my writing/meditation/guest room.

This is confusing to Biscotti who believes that my lap is “his snuggle spot”. He looks so sad this morning that I had to take these photos, post this and then will concede.

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Looking over the top of my screen. “Whatcha’ doin’? Can you move your Mac? Please?”
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This is “the Biscuit’s” sad face. Resigned to wait until I’m done with posting.
On the other side of my screen, I think he's giving up.
On the other side of my screen, I think he’s giving up.