Wednesday 7 March 2018

cock of the walk

So this mornin', I was sittin' at my desk, wonderin' what I should blog about today.  Should I blog about those two long-haired marmie freak brothers of mine?  Should I blog about my two butter-wouldn't-melt-in-their-mouths, meddlin' sisters?  Or should I blog about my weird and not-so-wonderful peeps?

HMMM...

Well I thought about it.

Then I thought about it some more.

I thought, and I thought, and I thought.

And then, WITH A GREAT FLASH OF LIGHT, it came to me.

Okay, so there were no actual flashes of light.

MOUSES!

BUT, at that very moment, I did happen to look up from my desk.  And there, struttin' down the driveway like he owned the joint, was...

A crow.

Could you believe it?

That's what I said: A CROW!  And he was walkin' instead of flyin', too.

Actually, he was struttin'.  Like I said, he was struttin' around like he owned the joint.  He must have thought he was the cock of the walk, for sure.

MOUSES!

You ever notice that when crows walk, or strut, or whatever it is that they do, they're not the most graceful of birds?  They're not the most graceful of beings, at all.  They kinda bob their heads backwards and forwards, and up and down, like they're peckin' at invisible seed in the air.

It's kinda weird, actually.

MOUSES!

Nope, they have no grace, AT ALL, while walkin'.

Unlike us cats.

CRASH!!!

Okay, so unlike most of us cats, I should say.

WHAT DID YOU BREAK THIS TIME, ANDY?

Seriously, my friends, I don't even know why I even bother askin', anymore.  I've lost track of the number of things Andy has run in...

CRASH!!!

And there he goes again.

MOUSES!

But like I was sayin' before, crows don't walk with the grace of us cats.

Yeah.  Right.  That's what I was sayin' before Andy went and proved me wrong, AGAIN.

Of course, it's not entirely his fault.  His paws ARE the size of snowshoes.  Snowshoes belongin' to a Sasquatch, that is.

MOUSES!

I'm tellin' ya, that brother of mine has the grace of a...  A...  A...

HMMM...

Never mind.

MOUSES!

Rushy is much more graceful when he walks.

Of course, that's not sayin' much.  It's not like the bar was set all that high with Andy.

CRASH!!!

If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was doin' it on purpose.

And the peep wonders why we go through so many dishes.

MOUSES!

Of course, if the peep were smart, she wouldn't keep buyin' the kind of plates we can break.

CRASH!!!

On second thought, that up and down, backwards and forwards head bobbin' crow, struttin' down my driveway like he owned the joint this mornin', is soundin'' more and more graceful by the minute.

CRASH!!!

Oh for the love of mouses, what WILL he break next?

30 comments:

  1. Seriously though, it's your peeps fault. Andy wouldn't break so many things if the peeps didn't buy breakables and bring them into the house.;)

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    1. You are so right. TOTALLY the peeps' fault, for sure. MOUSES!

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  2. Sorry, ya lost me at butter. Butter - yummm.

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  3. MOL! I guess his new nickname is Crash!

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    1. I love that! Although.. He probably doesn't need any encouragement on the breakables front. MOUSES!

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  4. I didn't know your humans had that much breakable stuff!

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  5. Oh my word! I shall send you some paper plates! Seville, as I have quite a stash of them as Mrs H hasn’t quite realised that the washing machine doesn’t do plates! Mol
    Toodle pips and purrs
    Erin

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    1. Mrs. H has been puttin' the plates in with the laundry? Mouses, Erin! What ARE you gonna do with her? purrs

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  6. I want to see a photo of big foot, I mean Andy :)

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    1. Hey Andy! Come on over and let me take a picture of those paws. MOUSES!

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  7. Seville, c'mon over to Eastside Cats, and witness Manny and Chili Bruce being oh-so clumsy! They don't always land on their feet, they bite and harass each other, they fall off stuff...even knocked over the water bowl today and caused a real flood!

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    1. Been there, done that. Trick is to knock over a water bowl AND a bowl of kibble at the very same time. Instant mush. purrs

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  8. Severs, maybe Andy needs spectacles... or maybe, just maybe, he's part crow?! I shudder to think that could be a possibilty - a part cat/part crow beastie! Hugs!

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  9. dood...when de peepz findz out how much FOWL language ewe used in thiz post.....well.....her mite take a way yur bloggin ritez fora few..... !!!

    crow ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

    ☺☺♥♥

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    1. Now just to clarify... You talking 'bout the crow word or the MOUSES! Inqurin' minds wanna know. purrs

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  10. Well we all run into things by mistake. So not to worry. Have a great week end all of you.

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    1. Oh my mouses, you should see when the peep does it! Talk about drama. MOUSES!

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  11. Maybe Andy needs a bounce house. :)

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    1. Oohhh... OOHHH... I could do with one of those, too! purrs

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  12. Imagine: a cat with oversize crow wings. Yeah, I'm fallin' over laughin'. . .

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    1. Oh my MOUSES that would be funny! Now where abouts would one find that? Inquirin' minds wanna know. MOUSES!

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  13. Seville, are you sure Andy isn't being framed? It seems to me somecat might be having some fun and blaming it on the clueless one ...

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    1. Nope. I mean, nope he's not bein' framed, and not hope I'm not sure. I think. Wait a minute. Now I've gone and gotten all confused. MOUSES!

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  14. I have to agree that Andy does seem rather clumsy. Maybe he was watching the crow too instead of looking where he was going.

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  15. Seville, I think the crow did some strange things to Andy...MOL :D Pawkisses for a Happy Weekend :) <3

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