...Pudgey 'Lil Alice...

This is Alice...
Demanding B-B-Q pork...
A Girls gets peckish, you know...
Alice From the Palace...

Remember that Old movie with Danny Kaye.."The Court Jester" ?

That is Alices song...Or a variation thereof...

Alice from the Palace,

Has a Fuzzy 'lil chalice,

Her is Snalice ...

As you might be able to tell from her pictures, she is a Fluffy Diva in a fur coat. The world is her oyster..Or can of tuna juice mebbee... She has round grass green eyes and stubby legs...And sometimes is gravitationally challenged... There are seventy-eleven places to nap in this house, but its on Momma...Or perched precariously on top of the tv... Her favor-ite place is down the front of Mommas bosoms when we are on the computer...

She also gets to Purring so fast and furious that she "trills" or "churps"... And oh the drool...

She does like to sit in the odd box every now and then...

Her is Full sister to Babylon and Kuchi...Her is a Diva and demanding and her loves mayonnaise and Lays potato chips (until they get soggy) and any thing you are drinking, she has to sample.

She too is meen to her Momma... And is a rotten 'lil Pooper...

:::Babylon...Babble On:::

This is Babylon... also known as Boop, Boopers... Loobydoop.. Boopalonyia BunnyGirl and COME HERE YOU MEEN LITTLE POOPER... (thats Kuchi on the left...Inna box!)

Her name came from the song- Babylon by David Gray- As a wee ball of floof her vocal capicity ranged up there with Maria Callas. First to howl(Babble On), explore, get into awkard dangly prediciments in the Clematis. Sassy and Brave and Kind and doesn't mind Momma giving Her Kissys and prefers to sleep under the covers ThankYouVeryMuch !!


She is one of my Darlins'.


One of four sisters given to me when they were 2-3 weeks old. Eyes barely open. Born June the 4th of 2003. Their mama was killed so I got to play wet nurse. Little dinky bottles n kitten formula n wiping for pps and poopies... and baths in the kitchen sink when things got too goobery.

She was the biggest and most vocal and independent. If She was ready to eat, then everybody else was woken up to dine as well... She is the only "Cow" kittheh as well. The other three all looked Tabby as little babies.


One Sister, Fiona, was drowned in the rain barrel by the corner of the house when she was about four months old. I hadn't been able to get them inside that night and they were into everything and well.... I guess shit happens sometimes... Broke my heart, and oh the guilt... Still haunts me....


But these other three are grown up and Rotten... All Spade and Spoiled and Rule this Roost... I keep Babby in the house and the other two girls, Alice and Kuchi are mostly in. Or right out on the back porch. They never go out of sight...

And They also have the option on clambering up their ladder up onto the Patio roof and come in upstairs thru a window (Who is a Hillbilly ?). A quick thudthudthud downstairs... And a jingle of bells hung there on the doorknob, and Momma lets them in. Yes, I know... Rotten..


Osgood also calls this home... Another Lost But Now I'm Found story.. "HeisaGoodBoy... GoodForWhatIDunno"... At least thats what I tell Him...
And I mustn't leave Fiddler out. He is an outdoor Boy and tormentor of us all..


So First introduction made of Our Cozy Furfamily.. And my Infamy chronicled as a Crazy Cat Lady begins...
xoxo

..Silly Things We Do...

Cinco de Mayo' is fast approaching and it still feels like it could snow !

I am huddled here with a fleece throw around my knees and another across my shoulders.... and Its almost May---

Biggo Whoop... too cold to go get flowers to plant, too wet to toddle out to hack up the blackberry vine attempting to commander the wheelie bin. (No, I don't know what for. Something nefarious, I suppose.)


I've got ham and green beans burbbling away in the slow cooker, and it is beginning to smell tasty. I added a few halved potatoes and a couple ears of corn awhile ago. When it all gets done- Dinner Is Served !

Well actually dinner for tomorrow. My method of madness is : never do in daylight what can be done at some ungodly hour of the night.

Story of my Life...

Better to shop at the local 24 hour MeggaMart when all you will see are other Vampires. Creatures of the night. I am not a 9-5 person.


9pm to 5am ...Oh Yes ! I can do that just dandy... A Bit difficult to get ordinary business conducted, but hey, I enjoy being of a different stripe. Being a odd duck... Kwakk Kwakk...


Never would I want to be called ordinary. It takes Time, Effort, and Forethought to create who I am. I've had various and sundry do their best to hone me down, polish off my crunchy spots. Have come really close too. There was a time when I tried to get enthralled with sweater twin sets and dainty little pearl studs. Just be unnoticed and beige.

Worst 15 minutes of my Life-
hehe..

But now I seem to be what was meant to be.. just an Aging Wyld Chylde. An old Fat Goth Chick (hen maybe?)... wearing lipstick so red as to be the sirens call. Black Lace whenever not approiate. Beads and Bangles ... Sparkly earrings, honest talk, too many cats (but now honestly... can you have too many ? They entertain, provide company, help you type, and understand you to the Nth degree) And other things unseemly...

Ah Well... Makes me feel good...

xoxo