Category Archives: Gypsy

Monday Morning Mews: In Training

This week’s mews is brought to you by….ME, Gypsy!

I have a huge announcement: I’m in training for a new position in our company.

Miss Gypsy: “Director of Accounting”.  I think it has a nice ring, don’t you?

Motor Mommy says I still need lots more training, though, focusing particularly on finger paw placement.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

Monday Morning Mews

Good morning, readers! Sundae here. It’s my turn to post today, but since I’ve led a rather uneventful life recently (and that’s a good thing), I’ve asked Motor Mommy to help me out this morning.   We have quite a few new readers,  so she’s going to share a kitty-related post she wrote some time ago. Enjoy!

Today’s post is inspired by this flag that I bought recently at the shop owned by Marshall and his dad. (Marshall recommended it; he knew I’d like it.)

9 cats one

So I began thinking of some of the cats that have owned me through the years. Believe me, there have been many more than nine.

One of the first cats I remember was Muffin (Muff, for short). Muff was a soft, long-haired muted brown cat. I remember her being very sweet and gentle.  And Mom seemed to like her more than some of my other cats. Sadly, Muff was lying in a pile of leaves in our driveway one day when we came home, and my Mom didn’t see her.  Mom and I were both heartbroken.

Another cat from my childhood was a short-haired white cat, named Lace. One day, probably because I pleaded and begged, Mom agreed that we could take Lace on a car ride with us to my sister’s house, about 20 miles away. Lace didn’t care much for the ride.  She. Was. Distraught. She meowed and paced all over the car, including on top of my Mom’s head – while she was driving. I’m pretty sure that was Lace’s only car trip.

Before Marshall was born, his dad and I had two cats: a gray and white one, named Hot Dog (after Dennis the Menace’s cat), and a black cat named Mr. Poovie. Remember the old Gomer Pyle show? Gomer’s girlfriend was Lou Anne Poovie. One day, we were watching that show, and Gomer was calling after Lou Anne’s dad: “Mr. Poovie! Mr. Poovie!”.  And, sometimes, that’s how you select a cat’s name.

Also before Marshall was born, his dad and I had been to see the movie, Smokey And The Bandit when it was showing in theaters. When we came home, there was a little gray tabby kittten on our front porch. Of course, we named him Bandit, and he was with us for about seven years, including Marshall’s early childhood. (Click to enlarge)

Later, Miss Piggy, who belonged to a neighbor, decided she’d rather live with us. (No, we did NOT name her.) Soon, she presented us with two kittens, Callie and Stormy.

miss piggy

Of course, you know about my late kitty, Beezy, my feline soul mate.

db and beezy 5-5-2007 6-20-18 PM

And, our current kitty, this little scamp.

sundae curled

So, you see, I’m more than qualified to have that 9 cats garden flag.

Today’s edit:  Since this post was published on May 24, 2013, Motor Man and I have been adopted by Gypsy.

 And Marshall has three kitties: Snugg, Chessie and Screamer.  Snugg and Chessie are pictured here.

And here’s Chessie and Screamer.

Sundae hopes you’ve enjoyed this little “rerun”, and she’ll try to have something NEW to share for her next Monday Morning Mews.

~These Days Of Mine~

Monday Morning Mew: The Inspector

Motor Mommy loves to find old items to use in the yard. Some time back, she bought an old watering can at a vintage market and had been waiting for a good use for it (other than to water flowers).

I heard her tell Motor Man that she’d seen an idea on Pinterest (whatever THAT is) where someone had taken tiny solar lights (whatever THEY are) and made them look like water flowing from the spout of the watering can.

One day last week, she brought the watering can to the shop, so Motor Man could help her with the project.

I immediately went to work.  My little nose was working double over-time.

What in the world IS this thing?  And where has it been?

Eventually, I decided that it was harmless enough and allowed my pawrents to continue with the project.

Motor Mommy says taking night-time pics is so difficult, but this is the watering can project after it was completed. (I think she’s going to try for a better picture at some point.)

I love being chief inspector at our shop.  Now, what’s our next project?

~These Days Of Mine~

Monday Morning Mews

Happy Monday, efurryone! It’s Gypsy, bringing you the news this week.

And the news is: I have a brand new scratching post!

Motor Mommy bought it for me recently when she went shopping. Of course, I immediately gave it the ol’ sniff test.

And I’m really trying to get used to it. I certainly don’t want to hurt her feelings.

But, I think I like my old one just fine.

As you can see, it’s sorta “broken in”.

But thanks anyway, Mommy!

~These Days Of Mine~

Monday Morning Mews: Mani-Pedi

Hello, These Days fans! Gypsy reporting in with this week’s Mews.

As most of you know, my home is the office at my pawrents’ shop. I’m actually in charge there: I even have a plaque near my bed that says “Boss Lady”. But a kitty with claws in an office with carpet can present some challenges.

Motor Mommy is very good about keeping my claws trimmed, so I won’t have claw snags. She frequently says that I need a “mani-pedi” (whatever THAT is).  And Motor Man always helps.  Ever since I adopted them when I was two months old, he and I have had a special bond.

So when it’s time for my mani-pedi, Motor Man holds me and talks softly to me. (You can even see the little claw snippets on his shirt.)

I immediately relax, and Motor Mommy is able to trim my claws with no problem.

Mom, really?! What happened to my head?

Do I have the life or what…?

I wish every kitty had a family like mine.

PeeEss: the plaque on Motor Man’s desk says: “Living in the fast lane, until I married a speed bump”. He and his racing buddies think that’s pretty funny.

~These Days Of Mine~

Monday Morning Mews: I’m Four!

Hello, faithful readers: Gypsy here with the Mews and an announcement.  My birthday is this week!

The first time my pawrents saw me was a summer night in August, 2013. When they found me at the back door of their shop,  I was tiny, scared, alone and shivering. But they took me in, and Motor Mommy held me. Look how little I was!

They spent a couple of days calling all the vet’s offices and the animal shelter and putting up “found kitten” notices in our neighborhood. When they got no response, they decided that I was officially theirs and took me for a check-up at the vet.  He said that, since I weighed two pounds (two whole pounds!), he estimated my age to be two months.  So my pawrents gave me the birthday of June 15.

(June 16 is another important date in our family, and Motor Mommy will post about that on Friday.)

And guess what? Someone already brought me a birthday present! This is our friend, Bruce.  My pawrents met Bruce through the racing world, and he loves kitties.

He stopped by our shop last week (on racing business), and he brought me a present!  A cute little toy ball with feathers attached. Of course, he didn’t really know my birthday was coming up soon…. he just brought me a toy ’cause he’s so nice.

It’s really fun to play with; I’ve been batting it all around our office. Bruce actually brought me two of these and told Motor Mommy to save the other one in case this one gets broken. (I think his actual words were: ‘here’s an extra one in case she tears up the first one.’ Wonder what he meant by that??)

Thanks for the prezzie, Bruce! You can come visit me anytime…..and you don’t even have to bring me anything.

Happy Birthday to me!  

~These Days Of Mine~

 

Monday Morning Mews

Hello, efurryone.  Today’s mews brought to you by me: Gypsy.

We have a very funny picture to share with you today, but it needs a little “set up”.

Whenever a box is delivered to our shop, it’s my job to investigate said box. Well, yes, Motor Man opens it and takes out the contents, but still….I must inspect the empty box.

Earlier in the day that these photos were taken, our area had been under a tornado warning. So when Motor Man saw me in this box, he asked me if it were my “fallout shelter”.

Motor Mommy thought this was cute.

And then, she got THIS picture.  How embarrassing.

But, purrhaps I could star in a kitty toothpaste commercial?

~These Days Of Mine~