Witches Britches

Now that Spring has started to arrive, the wind is picking up and it's blowing things around more. Every day I notice another pair of Witches Britches flapping in the breeze, high up in some tree or another. You know what Witches Britches are, don't you? That's when a Witch rides through a treetop on her broom, snags her panties on a branch and zooms on, leaving them there while she returns home "el commando" style! To Muggles, however, the panties look just like a plastic grocery bag caught on a tree branch, billowing out in the wind for weeks or months on end until it either disintegrates into scrappy rags or blows away.

So Close . . . .

Her Royal Highness always has a dish of dry kibble available to eat whenever she wants. But once a day around supper time, she gets a small dish of gushy food as well. It's her favourite thing in the whole world. She nags us relentlessly for it, starting in the early afternoon if we are home. On Saturday, my Rare One gave in very early in the process and gave her a dish of gushy food around 1:30 p.m. When I got home around 4:00 p.m., the dish was polished clean and HRH was nagging me something fierce, meowing and circling like she was starving to death. I assumed the empty dish was yesterday's and was just reaching for the cat food can in the fridge when my Rare One came in to the room. The jig was up and HRH knew it! She immediately stopped her act, gave my Rare One a dirty look and slunk off to the cat tree in the living room. What a little con artist!

Aaarrggh!!

I had a very busy weekend and accomplished lots of things, except of course the one thing I needed to do most of all: MY TAXES! So that chore is still hanging over my head and I must find time for it elsewhere this month. My April is going to be a jam-packed month, so it may be a bit of a challenge. You're right, I could take my taxes in to be done at a commercial tax preparation place, but I refuse to pay those bloodsuckers an arm and a leg to do something I can do perfectly well myself (*self-righteous sniff*).

April is the Cruelest Month

Can't. Blog. This. Weekend. . . . Must. Do. Taxes.

Yay Sweden!

Sweden has now become the seventh country in the world to legalize same-sex marriage! The other six are the Netherlands, Norway, Belgium, Spain, Canada and South Africa. How could we expect anything less from the home of ABBA, the official soundtrack of gay bars, discos and drag shows everywhere from the 1970s on! Yay Sweden -- you go, Dancing Queen!

Happy Birthday, HRH!

Her Royal Highness celebrates her birthday every year around the beginning of April. In 1995, she was part of an anonymous litter of kittens born in the fabled North End of Winnipeg. I adopted her 9 weeks later from the Humane Society. HRH has graciously shared my life and home ever since. She's now 14 years old. According to the official Cat Age Conversion Chart of the Edmonton Cat Fanciers Club, 14 cat years equals 72 human years. So HRH is the oldest resident of our household. She demands (and receives) the deference due her age and status as a Divine Royal Being.

Surprise!!

May all your practical jokes be successful and well-received today, merry pranksters!