YOU'RE INVITED TO A TEA PARTY

Yes, we're having a Tea Party, and we'd like you ~ any, all of you to attend.

To R.S.V.P. to our invitation, here's all you need to do ~

Anytime, between now and Oct 20, email us your best picture, 

wearing your finest hat ~ a Mad Hatter, or other hat ~ a full shot of you, or head shot,

your own design, or AI generated.

If you're not up to making such a picture, you can also send us your picture [no hat],

and we'll make one for you ~ we ask for these as soon as possible please!  

If we design pictures for you, we'll email back to you

so you can post if you wish [no obligation to do so].

Only one guest per family please, and when you send us a picture,

be sure to include your name and the name of your blog.

And remember, no nibbling on those mushrooms near our

cottage door ~ Alice is unable to attend, she's way to tiny and we couldn't

find her anywhere, and that Cheshire Cat has promised to be

on best behavior.  

And we'll all share tea Friday, October 23. 

Questions?  Just ask!  Mad Meowz!

 

BEWITCHED

I'm a little more

bothered and bewildered 

by how that "other witch" got into my picture!

FELINE FRIDAY

Speaking of being "bothered",

I should be the one in PURPLE!

I mean really - my guys are 3-1 in the AFC North right now,

that's tied for 1st place, keep it up.

GO RAVENS!

 

THANKFUL THURSDAY

What's up, Juney?

Thinking about a few more costumes, after all, 

there are still lots of days until Halloween.

I think you have quite enough ...

No.

I did see Spiderman, er Spidergirl, in one file there ...

Hey, keep some secrets Juney.

And my Alice In Wonderland ... you know, the Tea Party, tomorrow.

JUNE!  Now I'm the one meowing-out-loud.

Just keep the rest of your thinking to yourself, OK?

OK.

Thank you.

GIFTING TOPIA

THANKFUL THURSDAY

 

It's Wednesday ~ No, really ~ IT'S WEDNESDAY

I'm Wednesday.

No, you're not ... look down, I'm Wednesday.

No.  You're a pretender.  A figment of Firefly's imagination

No.  I am real.

No, you are not.

Look at your sox, they are not striped, so you are not real.  I am real.

Well, Morticia was busy with her beauty routine and had no time for laundry.

Lurch can do laundry.

He went to market, to market, to buy a fat ...

Grab your pig tail, pretender, your

fantastical fantasies are just more Firefly falsehoods.

I am Wednesday, the real Wednesday, here on Wednesday.

And mine Mommy's last name is almost close enough to prove it!

                                                                                                 

 

"I GOTCHA BABE"

I got you to paw my hand.

I got you to listen, understand.

I got you to sit with me.

I got you to meowz to me.

I got you for snuggles at night.

Though you won't let me hold you tight.

I will still never let you go.

Because, my Juney, I love you so.

... I gotcha babe ...

... I gotcha babe ...

Seriously altered lyrics of the original song  "I Got You Babe"

written by Sonny Bono
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Kanjian Music

PS  I just discovered that my Gotcha Day is a day

shared with a super special pupper friend WALTER.

Today is his 14th birthday!  Be sure to go visit and

give him and huge tails-up!

BIRD BRAINS and DOG TALES

 

A THUMP, A MOAN, A GROAN

While I was busy pawing through my toy box

and searching around for some Halloween decorations,

a taking another peek through my costumes for the days ahead ...

I heard ... a thump, a moan, a groan.  No, not a monster.

Mine Mommy had taken a stumble, thankfully not a tumble.

And then, she could not sit-stand.

Like an untrained pup ... no sit, no stand.

For the last few days ... pain patches, pills, pads that heat,

none have helped and she moans, groans and nearly

dropped my food bowl [!!!] on my furry little head trying to move it

from the counter top to the floor at breakfast time.

Selfishly, my pictures, my posts, done before are ready for the week to come,

so I can be here, doing my Boolatry boo's and boo's.

I cannot go anywhere else as she will not be sitting here

[except she says to pay rent and must-pay first of month bills, of course].

So furgive me, yet again, yes again, once again!

Boo.  Boo hoo.  Of course, meow, I do hope she gets all better soon. Meowz.

 

BOOLATRY ~ Or Not?

Nope.  Sorry,  Meowz.

Not Halloweening today.

It's my easy Sunday.

That blankie basket over there is calling my name ...