Goody goody two shoes

Wednesday… mid-week… the perfect day to start off the morning some good grins, thanks to my silly monkeys. Laughterall, that’s the point of my LaughterThoughts!

Blessing #5 has discovered a new and exciting way to make some really funny noises… He was at it full steam after breakfast. We couldn’t stop laughing, so I captured a little video of him. Click on the arrow twice to get a good giggle… just make sure your volume is on because the humor is really in the sound!

B#2 has been unable to find the mate to her tennies for at least a week. She’s been wearing Blessing #1’s old shoes, but they’re too big for her. She had them on this morning, but I told her to change since Wednesday is gym day for her. After all, we wouldn’t want her falling out of her shoes during P.E.! Well we did a grand search for the other half to the pair. We were unsuccessful in locating it, but we did locate another mateless sneaker. I tell you, it worked out brilliantly! One was a left and one was a right. Contrary to the reaction I would’ve gotten from B#1, B#2 had absolutely no problem wearing two different shoes to school when I told her to just wear what we’d found. Take close note of her feet in the picture!

I came into the kitchen to find B#3 eating his cereal in a whole new way… Turns out, he let me know, he wanted cereal soup for breakfast. That explained why all of the miniwheats were out of the bowl and spread over a soggy napkin. He contentedly slurped up all the milk with his spoon… and then ate the cereal.

Rescue Heroes are a blast, but who would’ve know that Brandon Irons’ backpack lasso would make such a good “hear heart” for B#4… she now has her own miniature stethoscope.

And Brandon’s snake, Kobra, inspired B#3 to do his own slithering this morning. Note his snake tail… and #5’s seatbelt strap cover that I have been looking for… that's it right there, that sun stuck on his bum!

Well, on a completely different note… do you remember how, in The Call of the Wild, the dog Buck was deeply loyal to his master Thornton, but he had this growing attraction to the wild and felt as if he was being called away from civilization and into the wilderness? He had befriended the wolves but at the end of the day, he always returned to Thornton...

Gypsy, our rescued stray kitty, has really taken to life at our house. After living on (and under) the front porch for over a month, she finally made the transitional move to coming inside some. She really seems to love the good life of a warm, cozy house and consistent meals. While she still wants to roam the neighborhood here and there, she always comes back to us. We were pretty sure Gypsy was pregnant when she first arrived… Not long after she first came, she started to get a little fuller around the belly. But, alas, I now think she just has a happy belly because she is being fed and is getting some nourishment. She may not have been pregnant when she came, but I have a sneaking suspicion that she may be very, very soon. It seems that our little Gypsy may be in heat, as there are several other cats that have spent the last couple days in our front yard. They are always in near proximity… and as soon as they see Gypsy, they are out following her. Last night they were really aggressive. We were trying to get her inside, and she was trying to get away from them… we could hear the catfights in the neighbors’ yards. As much as she wanted away from them and wanted in the house, I think her instincts were calling her back out to them. She was skittish and hesitant to come inside, so by the end of the night when we were headed to bed, the call of Gypsy’s wild won out, and she headed down the bike path to the shelter belt with a gang of feral tomcats all around her. This morning when I woke up she wasn’t inside, so I went on the porch with her food to call her in. She slowly came out from under the porch. She would eye the food, and then turn her head back and look behind her. She did this several times and then finally out from under the porch came the big cat that has definitely been the most aggressive.

Oh Gypsy, Gypsy… tsk, tsk!

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