Well, here we are about to choose the winners for The Crotchety Cougars mouse pad.
Good luck to all the participants.
Dad randomly chose the winners.
The visitor winner is TA DA…Crystal Stewart
The Cougar winner is Ta Da… Madi
Congratulations ladies. Mom will contact the winners by e-mail and have your mouse pads sent out right away. Maybe later today.
This place is a mess! Who’s been flicking marshmallows all around the garbage can?
BINKY: I can’t tell a lie, it was me. I had a bet with Madi that whoever can flick even one marshmallow into the garbage can gets the last Vine Wine.
MADI: I was so close too…just a wee bit more and the wine was mine all mine! We must clean up this place for a fun event that will be happening soon. So let’s get the dishes done and all this clutter put away so we look like we know what we’re doing. KIT: Ohhh, sounds interesting…..what’s happening, Kali.
Binga, Sabina, Allie, Amber, and Ali come running to see what’s happening.
Come along ladies and gather round. I’ll whisper the special event to y’all. Did you know…whisper, whisper, whisper. hehe
AMBER: I’ll do some baking for the special occasion and you’ll love it. If, you don’t love it, don’t tell me, I don’t want to hear it. I’ll put my paws over my ears and sing the songs of my ancestors and then you’ll be sorry.
Where’s Buddy? Is he still playing with his peacock feathers from Christmas?
I’s here Kali! This event sunds good, good, good and I am gonna make sure everyone is safe as fudge at a chocolate eaters convention. Dats not what I means, as safe as a lily in a summer garden. Dats it!
Let’s start the preparations!
Stay tuned to find out why the fuss and feathers.
C’mon lets’ play in the snow. Madi: Are you kidding….it’s wet. Well, snow is wet. Madi: Sure takes away from the fun. Let’s make a snowman. Madi: He’s gotta be different though….none of this man with hat bit for us.
We did an awesome job, Madi. This is one fantastic snowman. Madi: Well, if you ask me, Kali, this guy could use some pants. He’s nekked! Nobody’s going to notice Madi. They’ll be overcome with our magnificent artwork.
I see Binky and Amber padding over this way. They don’t look happy. The snows deep as donkey dung on the farm. Pretty deep!
Binky: Can you manage Amber? All we can see is your head. Amber: Geez, a little snow would’ve been nice but this is ridiculous. It’s like wadding in quicksand….
This is the clean and exhilarating Canadian weather.
The snow makes my whiskers feel alive. Ali: You mean half frozen. mol
Binky: I like the snow guy. You and Madi made it? Pretty fancy girls. Rather risqué, wouldn’t you say? What do you mean, Binky? He’s nekked, Kali. Madi: See, I told you Kali…they noticed real fast!
Oh for mouse’s sake, it’s not like we drew in his private parts.
We’ll go inside for some nipnog to warm up and a few of those rat cakes from the Pied Piper Bakery down the street.
Let’s mellow out and watch Nine Lives….it’s a mew a minute.
Firstly, Phoebe has Stage 4 Kidney Failure and needs to be fed with a syringe every few hours, This is our Co-Creator….our lady. She needs us…we are here for her.
We must help with the POTP for her. We don’t want her in pain or unhappy. So Ladies…now, is the time to pitch in and throw those purrs over to Phoebe.
We love you Phoebe with all our feisty little hearts.
Everyone…say a few words to the Phoebe’s, you know the words. Take it away Madi…
Phoebe in your honour we yell out our motto:
PROUD TO BE CROTCHETY!
Many years ago one of our very first blogging friends was a great big Newfie named Remington. Remi’s and his mom were very, very, very (to infinity) dear friends. His Mom was also a very, very talented fiber artist. She told mom about how she would save Remington’s hair when she brushed him. When she had enough she spun it into yarn for knitting or crocheting. Mom was very interested. She told mom to start saving my furs. For a year, Mom brushed, and brushed, until I was certain I would become hairless. Even though I liked to be brushed sometimes I was a wee bit crotchety. Every month mom would send a zip lock bag of my furs to Remi’s mom.
After 9 months, she mixed some of Remi’s longer furs in with my short ones to make it stronger and ….My friends, below the gray ball of yarn you see, IS Madi fur spun into yarn…What you see below is 70 yards of yarn. The majority is my fur with a little colored wool mixed in it, I knew it smelled familiar!!!! MOL Below you will see attached to items mom made with my furs.
Mom bought 2 skeins over very pretty mingled blue yarn too.
She got her crocheting fingers all limbered up and went to work. She used the mingled blue yarn to crochet herself a scarf the two dark gray rows are my furs.Then she had enough of my fur yarn leftover to mix in with other similar colors to make me a mini afghan.
Sometimes she crocheted so much it made me crotchety because I had to get in her face to remind her that HEY you need to feed me or HEY you need to write my blog.
So as you can see I earned my Proud to Be Crotchety title a long time ago
Proud to be Crotchety Madi
KALI: How was your trip up here Lily Olivia?
LILY OLIVIA; Pretty good…that flying carpet is fast but the wind will knock you over, Lucky you got seat belts.
KALI: I insisted on them. One can never be too careful, I always say.
Madi..I thought the carpet was kinda slow…like it needed a good vacuuming. Or maybe it was Binga slowing the carpet down. Have you put on a few pounds there, Binga? MOL
BINGA: How dare you, you, white-legged piece of fur!
MADI: Who’s this chap on the arbor? Hubba, hubba.
KALI: That’s Cow Kitty…he likes to visit us.
MADI: He’s a real looker with those black and white marks. I must go mew with him.
PHOEBE: Work it, Madi, work it! That’s it….own it.
MADI: Well, hello there, big boy. How’s it hangin’?
COW KITTY: How’s what hangin’? I don’t understand.
MADI: Ah…how’s your fur hangin’ *rolls eyes*?
COW KITTY: It’s dang hot with all this fuzz…I’m not impressed. I thought it was an insulator against the real hot…not likely!
MADI: Perhaps I’m the reason you’re so warm.
COW KITTY: Why? What did you do to me?
MADI: You’re under my spell. Feel it!
COW KITTY: What are you doin’ casting spells on me! Get away….you’re old enough to be my grandmother.
SARABI: C’mon Madi let’s have our tea. You’ll feel better after a cuppa.