I YouTube compilation of dogs and cats to brighten your morning (or afternoon)
Which is your favorite?
I YouTube compilation of dogs and cats to brighten your morning (or afternoon)
Which is your favorite?
There are mornings when I simply DREAD opening email…
I DON’T want to go there…
I know hundreds of messages are screaming OPEN ME!
In spite of the dread, I sign in and voila!
The delete feature sizzles as I delete, delete, delete in rapid succession all the while wondering , “Did I just delete something important…a message that I NEEDED to read…an inspiration for my next write?” Oh, dear! Can’t worry about that now OR should I check the trash before deleting permanently?
NO WAY! That thought escapes my mind as quickly as it entered, maybe even quicker! Let them go and move on! A swift wipe of the brow and I do just that…
Until this catches my eye. . .
HOW CAN ANYONE NOT WANT CHILDREN?
Now, tell me which one made you laugh the hardest, the loudest…completely and totally out loud?
Life is a Journey
Today I needed a memory jog
I looked for the ice cream
And found a peanut log
Candy in the freezer? Okay
Certainly not a BAD idea
Ice cream in the candy jar, NO WAY!
Life is a journey, enjoy the ride
Laugh at yourself, take it all in stride
Laughing is just good for the soul. If you can’t laugh at yourself, then how can you expect others to laugh along with you? As I get older, I have to laugh at the ‘silly’ things I do sometimes without even thinking – putting the milk in the panty and the cereal in the fridge, thinking one thing and saying another, calling my own phone number, driving to the grocery store and realizing I am at the post office.
I can’t help but laugh – literally LOL! That’s right, laugh out loud! So hard, my sides hurt! I just stand there, look at what I am about to do or where I am instead of where I am suppose to be and just totally burst out laughing!
Someone once said doing such crazy things was a sign of old age. Most of the time it is simply a case of just too much mental clutter! It’s the day I go to the pantry and find the milk that has been there for several days that worries me! That would mean all the things that should have gone into the pantry are now…um-m-m-m? Where is the bag of potato chips? Peanut butter, where are you? Is that the sour cream I spy in the corner?
What about you? Have you experienced any “I can’t believe I did that!” moments?
“Great events make me quiet and calm; it is only trifles that irritate my nerves.”
How time does fly! Hard to believe it has already been two weeks since I posted the first Touch of Catnip. What is so cool about blogging is the massiveness of the blogosphere. Even word searches can sometimes lead you to information, quips, quotes, antidotes, tales of passion and woe, short stories, pictures, video clips and the list goes on. Today’s touch of catnip is two video clips located via an Internet search for ‘cats on catnip’ images. Hope you enjoy the cat antics!
Did you know. . .
~ catnip is a herb in the mint family?
~ a cat’s response to catnip is genetically determined, a magic gene?
~ catnip is a native of Europe?
~ catnip stops termites in their tracks, even kills them?
~ even some of the ‘big cats’ react to catnip?
Any catnip trivia of your own?
Last week I was ‘Tagged’ by Claire Cappetta! Claire is sharing her journey, fears, tears and joys, through her first novel, A Broken Ring. It is a story of a woman’s journey from abuse to empowerment. Claire also shares thoughts and messages why she loves New York with her husband, Vincent, who inspires readers with poetry of his own. OK, Vinny, why haven’t you been writing lately?
There are rules to this TAG which require my answering questions about myself. This should prove to be interesting. I have not read the questions in advance so here goes. . .but first the rules. . .
1. You must post the rules.
2. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post.
3. Create eleven new questions to ask the people you’ve tagged.
4. Tag (eleven) people with a link to your post.
5. Let them know they’ve been tagged.
Questions to me:
1. Where is the most exotic place you have traveled?
Interpreting exotic to be foreign and striking, it would have to be the Swiss Alps. Kind of sad for this American’s first visit to the mountains to be in Switzerland!
No doubt about it, the CAT. I am moody, want to be petted only when I am in the mood, finicky about my food, sometimes giddy, sometimes aloof, love a fur coat but most of all, my nickname is Kitten. Go figure! Sh-h-h-h! Don’t tell anyone. Yeah, right!
Not really into be classified as famous but would like to be remembered for helping people, being there when needed.
EASY – My heart to keep me strong, My mind for prayerful thoughts, My soul already promised: Anything else necessary for survival is already there. FOR REAL!
Being one of many GRITS (Girls Raised In The South) leaves that door wide open. It would have to be ‘backing the miles off my daddy’s ’54 Ford’ to get enough miles for a ‘joy ride’ with my friends to a nearby town. I was only allowed 5 miles and the ride took 20 miles one way. [I discovered the odometer rolled backwards when the car was in reverse.]
No, tattoos, OOPS! unless your count permanent eyeliner! If I ever got a tattoo, it would be a butterfly. Only piercing is the ears. That hurt enough!
Somewhere in Time. I could handle time travel:>)
Definitely the cabin. Don’t mind stairs but the lighthouse might be a bit much on a daily basis although the view would probably be magnificent. However, the woods holds adventures of its own and there are always candles and perhaps a flashlight. (Batteries?) Just may have to carry a big stick sometimes.
Definitely my eyes. Have been told many times I have eyes of an angel. Too mushy, huh?
No question here, always been blue. Second to that would be red. Um-m-m-m? Cool to fiesty
Suppose that would have to be through my writing. I only say this because of comments received from readers of my books, especially Echoes.
Questions to you:
2. What does your spouse/significant other do sometimes that is totally annoying?
3. If you could go anywhere in the world, all expenses paid, where would you go and why?
4. What is your favorite sport, participating or watching? Why do you like it so much?
5. Describe you most hair-raising experience?
6. What was the most embarrassing moment of your life?
7. Complete this thought: A friend is one who . . .
8. Who was your favorite teacher and why?
9. Who inspires you the most? Why?
10. What is your favorite music, era and artist(s)?
AND, the final question is. . .
11. What 11 words would best describe your personality?
AND THE NOMINEES ARE. . .
Of course, you know I could not stop with only one ‘cat moment’ posting. Here is another and a great way to end the evening or begin a new day with smiles and laughter (depending upon whether you read this tonight or in the morning)!
Since I have titled this blog catnipoflife what could be more appropriate than beginning the day with Funny Cats. We can quip all day about their antics, find hundreds (perhaps thousands) of quotes and last, but not least, know the cat provides the best ‘antidote‘ for a bad day. [Yes, I know I said antidote, instead of anecdote. It fits! THE cat can counteract or neutralize any unpleasant feeling or situation.]
If you love cats, smile! (You are their protector, defender and friend.)
The point is. . .Think about all the quips, quotes, antidotes (anecdotes, if your prefer) and
Smile the whole day through.
Visit Awakenings and Share your thoughts: What events of late have you encountered that made you react with the question, “What’s happened to common sense?” Post comments for all to see and enjoy, perhaps even begging “YIPES, that really happened?”
At different points in life, you have probably had one or more pets of different breeds, colors, sizes, and ages. Of all the pets that have been a blessing along life’s journey, there is more than likely one which stands out above all the rest. THE one may be cutesy-wootsie, bullmaster, Miss Priss, goofball, scruff mutt or any of hundreds of possible descriptors. But, the fact remains he\she was (is) YOUR pet, your friend, your companion.
My husband (Jim) and I have been fortunate to have had many pets from gerbils to dogs to cats each with their own unique personalities and of course, tales of laughter and woe. The gerbils by far left their mark many times over, especially when middle daughter felt sad for the male and female to be in separate cages. “But, Mommy, I only let them play together a few minutes!”
Then, there was Dock, the short-haired tabby that was rescued from old seadogs along the dock of the bay. ‘Fishbait’, I don’t think so! As a tiny kitten he fit in the palm of one hand and was brought home in hubby’s shirt pocket. One of his best Kodak moments was the time he shared his supper time with the mouse. Yep, there they were eating out of the same bowl glancing over at each other between bites. Naturally, it was a missed Kodak moment because the camera is never close by when you need it.
The raccoons were never really pets but did enjoy visiting the back porch and absolutely loved the dry cat food. The thing is the cat food was kept in a Rubbermaid storage bench. Here they were these two hungry rascals just at dusk – one would lift open the bench seat and hold it while the other got his fill. Then, they would trade places gorging on the tasty morsels as though they had not eaten in a week. You would think once they realized they were not alone away they would run. Nope, not these two! They looked up as though they knew it was time to go and one behind the other slowly meandered off the porch, down the steps disappearing into the twilight.
There are dozens of stories with Chief (the labrador) and Prince (the dalmatian) being the only dogs that graced our premises. Dogs are just great for kids, especially our son. These two, however, were nothing but just kids themselves. Prince was always the instigator with Chief nipping at his heels. The telephone call to the animal control was the clincher. Seems a call was received from a boat owner that could not get on his boat because of the dogs. The funny part is the phone call. “Sir, what seems to be the problem?” asked the dispatcher. The owner replied, “I need to get on my boat. There are two dogs – one is onboard guarding the boat while the other jumps in and swims!” It was about this same time we called in trying to locate our dogs who were missing.
Needless to say, today we have two cats, Foxie and Boots. Both were rescued under different circumstances. Foxie is a dilute calico and Boots is a grey long hair. You hardly see one without the other, especially during play time. They think the field mouse in the back yard is their play thing. They don’t hurt it, just scamper around chasing it through the yard until it gets tired. Then, they mosey off and let it go its own way.
As I said in the beginning, there is always that one pet that pulls at your heartstrings and has you wrapped around its paws. For us, it is Our Foxie. . .