Of the Family Felidae

dagul a tomasa b mayumic

ursula d karen e tigraf

Tigra (f), the matriarch, is getting senile these days. There are times she would be running wild around the house playing with Ursula(d), her grand’kitten’. Ursula (d), confused perhaps, would run bananas,too, then later, when tired, breastfeed from grandma’s breasts. She is not a baby anymore but a feline coming of age. Really confused.

Ursula(d) does not suckle from Karen(e) anymore. You might ask why. Because Karen(e) had given birth last January 1 to three little kittens. The kittens are all healthy. Only one is a male and I call him Dagul(a) while the kids wanted to name him Aslan. One of the females looked like the rest of the gang – with black stripes and a beautiful face and I call her Mayumi (c). The other female kitten looks like Dagul and I wanted to call her Tomasa(b) but the kids (again) wanted Jadis for a name. Inspired by the Chronicles of Narnia, presumably.

The matriarch gets into my nerves sometimes. I don’t know what is up with her. When she gets the chance into Kay’s room (where the kittens are) Tigra(f) would get one of the kittens and bring them to one of the corners or rooms of the house, away from Karen or from Kay’s room. These attempts drive me crazy most of the time.

We tried to transfer the kittens to the kitchen area or the living room area (under the sofa) but Karen(e) would not allow. She is a very caring mother and even though it seems like it hurts when the babies suckle she would still lie down and nurse them.

Papsie want them neutered.

Of the Family Felidae

dagul a tomasa b mayumic

ursula d karen e tigraf

Tigra (f), the matriarch, is getting senile these days. There are times she would be running wild around the house playing with Ursula(d), her grand’kitten’. Ursula (d), confused perhaps, would run bananas,too, then later, when tired, breastfeed from grandma’s breasts. She is not a baby anymore but a feline coming of age. Really confused.

Ursula(d) does not suckle from Karen(e) anymore. You might ask why. Because Karen(e) had given birth last January 1 to three little kittens. The kittens are all healthy. Only one is a male and I call him Dagul(a) while the kids wanted to name him Aslan. One of the females looked like the rest of the gang – with black stripes and a beautiful face and I call her Mayumi (c). The other female kitten looks like Dagul and I wanted to call her Tomasa(b) but the kids (again) wanted Jadis for a name. Inspired by the Chronicles of Narnia, presumably.

The matriarch gets into my nerves sometimes. I don’t know what is up with her. When she gets the chance into Kay’s room (where the kittens are) Tigra(f) would get one of the kittens and bring them to one of the corners or rooms of the house, away from Karen or from Kay’s room. These attempts drive me crazy most of the time.

We tried to transfer the kittens to the kitchen area or the living room area (under the sofa) but Karen(e) would not allow. She is a very caring mother and even though it seems like it hurts when the babies suckle she would still lie down and nurse them.

Papsie want them neutered.

Of the Family Felidae

dagul a tomasa b mayumic

ursula d karen e tigraf

Tigra (f), the matriarch, is getting senile these days. There are times she would be running wild around the house playing with Ursula(d), her grand’kitten’. Ursula (d), confused perhaps, would run bananas,too, then later, when tired, breastfeed from grandma’s breasts. She is not a baby anymore but a feline coming of age. Really confused.

Ursula(d) does not suckle from Karen(e) anymore. You might ask why. Because Karen(e) had given birth last January 1 to three little kittens. The kittens are all healthy. Only one is a male and I call him Dagul(a) while the kids wanted to name him Aslan. One of the females looked like the rest of the gang – with black stripes and a beautiful face and I call her Mayumi (c). The other female kitten looks like Dagul and I wanted to call her Tomasa(b) but the kids (again) wanted Jadis for a name. Inspired by the Chronicles of Narnia, presumably.

The matriarch gets into my nerves sometimes. I don’t know what is up with her. When she gets the chance into Kay’s room (where the kittens are) Tigra(f) would get one of the kittens and bring them to one of the corners or rooms of the house, away from Karen or from Kay’s room. These attempts drive me crazy most of the time.

We tried to transfer the kittens to the kitchen area or the living room area (under the sofa) but Karen(e) would not allow. She is a very caring mother and even though it seems like it hurts when the babies suckle she would still lie down and nurse them.

Papsie want them neutered.

Icebreaker

I always keep files of funny emails from friends and acquaintances. This one sure cracked me up. It was sent last September, 2004 with the intention to make me smile. I didn’t only smile.

I was reminded of this also because of a post by jepoi and TK’s answer to the recent meme. Here goes… BRA TYPES.

What Religion is Your Bra?

A man walked into the ladies department of a Macy’s and shyly walked up to the woman behind the counter and said, “I’d like to buy a bra for my wife. What type of bra?” asked the clerk. “Type?” inquires the man, “There’s more than one type? “Look around,” said the saleslady, as she showed a sea of bras in every shape, size, color and material imaginable. “Actually, even with all of this variety, there are really only four types of bras to choose from.” Relieved, the man asked about the types.

The saleslady replied: “There are the Catholic, the Salvation Army, the Presbyterian, and the Baptist types. Which one would you prefer?” Now totally befuddled, the man asked about the differences between them. The Saleslady responded, “It is all really quite simple…

The Catholic type supports the masses.
The Salvation Army type lifts the fallen,
The Presbyterian type keeps them staunch and upright, and
The Baptist makes mountains out of mole hills.”

———–

Have you ever wondered why A, B, C, D, DD, E, F, G, and H are the letters used to define bra sizes? If you have wondered why, butcouldn’t figure out what the letters stood for, it is about time you became informed!
{A} Almost Boobs…
{B} Barely there.
{C} Can’t Complain!
{D} Dang!
{DD} Double dang!
{E} Enormous!
{F} Fake.
{G} Get a Reduction.
{H} Help me, I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!


Now to the ladies – which type is yours? And gentlemen, you will need this depending on your preference so keep informed.

Icebreaker

I always keep files of funny emails from friends and acquaintances. This one sure cracked me up. It was sent last September, 2004 with the intention to make me smile. I didn’t only smile.

I was reminded of this also because of a post by jepoi and TK’s answer to the recent meme. Here goes… BRA TYPES.

What Religion is Your Bra?

A man walked into the ladies department of a Macy’s and shyly walked up to the woman behind the counter and said, “I’d like to buy a bra for my wife. What type of bra?” asked the clerk. “Type?” inquires the man, “There’s more than one type? “Look around,” said the saleslady, as she showed a sea of bras in every shape, size, color and material imaginable. “Actually, even with all of this variety, there are really only four types of bras to choose from.” Relieved, the man asked about the types.

The saleslady replied: “There are the Catholic, the Salvation Army, the Presbyterian, and the Baptist types. Which one would you prefer?” Now totally befuddled, the man asked about the differences between them. The Saleslady responded, “It is all really quite simple…

The Catholic type supports the masses.
The Salvation Army type lifts the fallen,
The Presbyterian type keeps them staunch and upright, and
The Baptist makes mountains out of mole hills.”

———–

Have you ever wondered why A, B, C, D, DD, E, F, G, and H are the letters used to define bra sizes? If you have wondered why, butcouldn’t figure out what the letters stood for, it is about time you became informed!
{A} Almost Boobs…
{B} Barely there.
{C} Can’t Complain!
{D} Dang!
{DD} Double dang!
{E} Enormous!
{F} Fake.
{G} Get a Reduction.
{H} Help me, I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!


Now to the ladies – which type is yours? And gentlemen, you will need this depending on your preference so keep informed.

Icebreaker

I always keep files of funny emails from friends and acquaintances. This one sure cracked me up. It was sent last September, 2004 with the intention to make me smile. I didn’t only smile.I was reminded of this also because of a post by jepoi and TK’s answer to the recent meme. Here goes… BRA TYPES.

What Religion is Your Bra?

A man walked into the ladies department of a Macy’s and shyly walked up to the woman behind the counter and said, “I’d like to buy a bra for my wife. What type of bra?” asked the clerk. “Type?” inquires the man, “There’s more than one type? “Look around,” said the saleslady, as she showed a sea of bras in every shape, size, color and material imaginable. “Actually, even with all of this variety, there are really only four types of bras to choose from.” Relieved, the man asked about the types.

The saleslady replied: “There are the Catholic, the Salvation Army, the Presbyterian, and the Baptist types. Which one would you prefer?” Now totally befuddled, the man asked about the differences between them. The Saleslady responded, “It is all really quite simple…

The Catholic type supports the masses.
The Salvation Army type lifts the fallen,
The Presbyterian type keeps them staunch and upright, and
The Baptist makes mountains out of mole hills.”

———–

Have you ever wondered why A, B, C, D, DD, E, F, G, and H are the letters used to define bra sizes? If you have wondered why, butcouldn’t figure out what the letters stood for, it is about time you became informed!
{A} Almost Boobs…
{B} Barely there.
{C} Can’t Complain!
{D} Dang!
{DD} Double dang!
{E} Enormous!
{F} Fake.
{G} Get a Reduction.
{H} Help me, I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!

Now to the ladies – which type is yours? And gentlemen, you will need this depending on your preference so keep informed.

Happy Birthday, Sweet Sixteen!

kaypot

Neil Sedaka
(Neil Sedaka / Howard Greenfield)

Tra la-la-la-la la-la-la-la
Happy birthday sweet sixteen
Tra la-la-la-la la-la-la-la
Happy birthday sweet sixteen

Tonight’s the night I’ve waited for
Because you’re not a baby anymore
You’ve turned into the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen
Happy birthday sweet sixteen

What happened to that funny face
My little tomboy now wears satin and lace
I can’t believe my eyes you’re just a teenage dream
Happy birthday sweet sixteen

When you were only six I was your big brother
Then when you were ten We didn’t like each other
When you were thirteen You were my funny valentine
But since you’ve grown up Your future is sewn up
From now on you’re gonna be mine, so

If I should smile with sweet surprise
It’s just that you’ve grown up before my very eyes
You’ve turned into the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen
Happy birthday sweet sixteen

REPEAT LAST VERSE
Tra la-la-la-la la-la-la-la Happy birthday sweet sixteen
Tra la-la-la-la la-la-la-la Happy birthday sweet sixteen
FADE: Tra la-la-la-la la-la-la-la Happy birthday sweet sixteen