three sisters

Nope...  I'm not talking 'bout corn, squash and beans.  Not talking 'bout some characters written by a guy flyin' around on the Starship Enterprise, either.  I'm talking 'bout the most important three sisters ever...  my three aunties.

You've heard of them before.  I know you've heard of them because I've blogged about them.  You know...  my Aunties Primrose, Blossom and Snowdrop.  Also known as...  the three sisters.

In fact, it was around this time, last year, when I blogged about their fifteenth birthday.  In that post I wrote all about how they came to Canada - all the way from Venezuela - in their mama's tummy, way back in the last century.  Need a refresher?  Well then, check out this link - birthday number fifteen - and you'll know most of what you need to know 'bout my three aunties.

Well, it's a year later and they're all a year older.  Today is the big day.  Today, my three aunties turned sixteen years old.  Can you believe it?  That's a pretty good age for kitties, I should think.  Sixteen...  WOW!  I'm only nine although I will be ten in a couple of weeks.  Sixteen is way older than almost ten, you know.

I never met the mama of my three aunties.  Mama Alicia went to live in Heaven, before I was born.  I know she was nice 'cause everyone says so.  And I know she was really smart 'cause she got her three babies all the way to Canada.  But...  there might be some questions about her true identity.  I did a little investigating and came up with some surprising facts.

My investigations began when I realised that my aunties were gonna be celebrating their sixteenth birthday on Easter Sunday.  I just thought it was neat.  Purely coincidental, of course.  But then I did some research and I got my paws on some charts and algorithms and all sorts of scientific stuff.  You know...  kitty physics and math and whatnot.  And I started to see patterns in the numbers.  Well...  to be honest, they might have been stars 'cause it was all gettin' a little mind-boggling after a bit but we'll go with patterns, for now.

It turns out that these Easter dates sometimes repeat every eleven years.  Not always.  There's no guarantee.  But sometimes, they do.  So I went back eleven years and just guess what I found.  I found that eleven years ago, today, when my aunties turned five, it was on an Easter Sunday then, too.  Coincidence?  Perhaps.  But then...  perhaps not.

'Cause then I looked back at the year in which they were born.  I was half expecting that to be an Easter Sunday, as well.  It wasn't.  They were born on Easter Monday!  Another coincidence?  Hmmm...

That's when I started inspecting their ears and their tails and whatnot.  Were their ears a little bit longer than an average cat's ears?  Were their tails a little bit shorter?  Could there be some bunny genes in those three aunties of mine?  I've never seen them wearing jeans but you never know what they do, late at night, while I'm fast asleep.

I found that every time I tried to inspect my aunties' ears and tails, my inspections were not overly appreciated.  No, I almost got boxed around the ears at one point.  Hmmm...  boxing....  a bunny trait?  No, I think that's just kangaroos.  Wait a minute...  aren't kangaroos related to bilbies?  Did I not hear talk of some Australians replacin' the Easter Bunny with the Easter Bilby?  And isn't Australia down under?  Down under the equator?  In the southern hemisphere?  In the very same hemisphere in which my three aunties were conceived?  Interesting...

As you can see, I still have more questions than answers.  But I do believe there may be some cause for concern that my three aunties could, in fact, be related to the Easter Bunny.  I think they might have been left by the Easter Bunny.  They might have been left in a basket or something...  an Easter basket...  by the Easter Bunny.  Or perhaps the Easter Bilby.  Rest assured, I will investigate this phenomenon more.  Inquirin' minds are gonna wanna know.