I have a Clowder of Cats this week.
According to the Oxford English Dictionaries, the standard collective noun used to refer to a group of domestic cats is a ‘clowder,’ as in ‘a clowder of house cats.’ – from reference.com
I have Teddy and Izzie, but then I have Mim’s cats, Dexter and Lucy. So, it’s like…..
once in a while this……
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Lucy is particularly good at this….
and a bit of this…..
and sometimes……
They’ve hammered out a Peace Treaty now. The negotiations were a touch hair-raising from time to time but they got there in the end. Except for Lucy. She doesn’t want anything to do with the Treaty because the rest of the delegates wouldn’t give her sole custody of the spare room. Border hostilities are tense from time to time but I’m hoping she will eventually agree to the terms.
Moving on……
It was The Viking’s Birthday on Saturday. We invited friends over for a nice meal and a few drinks.
I ordered a Birthday Cake for him from the Bakery. It’s difficult to decide what a 58 year old guy would like to see on his Birthday Cake. Mim and I discussed it and this is what we came up with….
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Because who doesn’t want a very weird picture of the person who ordered the cake on the actual cake. Right?
Unfortunately, I hadn’t thought of the consequences of such a great cake. The Viking was extremely reluctant to cut it. It took me a few minutes to catch on and then it was…..”OH! You don’t want to cut up my face?”
Well shit! I never even thought about that! It seemed like such a great idea!
So, he compromised.
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And now we’re down to this…..
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It gets creepier and creepier all the time, doesn’t it? I can actually see the fear in my eyes! It’s like Quentin Tarantino planned the whole thing. Queue the music to Pyscho.
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I’m going to have to get a neighbor to come over and scrape that damned picture off. This is right up there on my list of Complete Misses.