Wednesday, July 4, 2018

No escape!

I hate fireworks.

Where can we go to get away from the fireworks?

Humans are weird.
PATTY:  No escape from fireworks on the Fourth of July!  It doesn't matter how spectacular the City's celebration is, there are still jackasses in the neighborhoods who spare no expense to purchase an arse-nal (pun intentional) for those one a.m. private shows that keep everyone awake for the rest of the night.  Apparently, blowing up things has become irrevocably associated with loving your country, which also apparently has nothing to do with loving (or even considering) your neighbor.

DAFFY:  The purr-ice of fureedom, as they say.  xoxo

Sunday, June 17, 2018

Sergeant Daffy, Squirrel Patrol

Stink Eye for the squirrels!
PATTY:  As you can see, Daffy has found Bhu's window fort and has taken over the Squirrel Patrol! 

DAFFY:  Don't get excited 'cause I'm NOT goin' out there and messin' with no squirrels. 

PATTY:  No problem!  I don't want you out there anyway.  You stay right where you are.  (Love her pretty green eyes.)

Stay cool during this hot and humid June!  xoxo

Saturday, May 19, 2018

The Bed Chronicles

Daffy is interviewing for Executive VP of Mattress Inspections. 

I think she's gonna get the job!  She's a natural!
PATTY:  Howdy at the end of May!  Amazing how time flies whether or not you're having fun.  Last month I did not have any fun because (a) it was tax time; (b) auto insurance was due; (c) had to get a new HVAC system; and so on. 

Daffy is shedding like crazy!  She's not a big fan of brushing or combing (or too much interaction of any kind, for that matter) so it's difficult to keep the matts at bay.  She's also found Bhu's window fort and now spends most mornings there snoozing and keeping track of the critter traffic in the yard. 

Hope you're all well and happy!  xoxo

Sunday, April 8, 2018

Daffy's Trump Do

Can you see it?
Close up of Daffy's Trump Do.

Saturday, March 10, 2018

#1 Gotcha Day!

Oh, Hai!  Has it been one year already?!  Time flies when there's plenty of Tuna noms!
PATTY:  So here we are, one year later and we've only spent about $4,000 so far on our wonderful rescue kitty, aka Daffodil.  Day by day we get to know her a little better and day by day she comes to trust us a little more.  At present, she is drinking sardine water, all happy at the Daffy Buffet we have set up in the kitchen.

Sabryin commented on the lack of posts produced by Daffy and I explained that Bhu was eight years old when he had his first post . . . and THAT was accidental, after all.  It was supposed to be MY blog and he was a guest star; but it turned out he was more interesting than me.  I can't argue! 

What exactly have we come to discover about Daffy?  Well, first, we're pretty sure she is a Maine Coon:  her musical chirping, her fascination with moving water and her need to play with it, her magnificent muff and glorious belleh furs, and her absolutely stout, weighty body!  Second, we know she has feline asthma for which we have to give her a dose of meds every day ($28/month).  Third, she's a little too hefty to groom herself entirely and sometimes when she gets going she actually falls back producing a loud thud (she gives me stink eye when I giggle at her).  Sometimes it takes her two or three tries to jump up onto the bed from the floor.  And she sways when she walks and when she runs she gallops. 

Evidence of Maine Coon-ness.  This would be her after dinner siesta pose.
So join us in celebrating one year of Daffy Love and let's hope for many, many more!  xoxo

Monday, January 15, 2018

Dear Minnesota: Second Notice!!

Daffy's Tip of the Day:  Fleece jammies make great pillows!
PATTY:  Apparently, Minnesota won't take its crappy weather back and we have had s-n-o-w again!  And it is brain-bucking cold, the kind where your fingertips burn even if you're wearing gloves and there can't BE enough layers between your skin and the air.  I should head south, like Ann of Zoolatry; although I hear it's not so warm down there, either! 

Daffy can't wait for the morning when Poppy takes off his jammies and puts on his day clothes.  He has the softest, warmest fleece jammies and as soon as they're off, she jumps up on the bed and kneads her way into a blissful day-long nap.  She'll be up at 4 for her next major feeding.  What a life!! 

Today is Martin Luther King day and I realize there are generations of folks who have no idea who he is or what he did.  "The time is always right to do what is right."  "We must live together as brothers or perish together as fools."  The dream persists in so many of us, but the reality pains our souls.  So, if you pray today, don't pray for health, wealth, success, or romance.  Pray for peaceful coexistence and an end to hatred and the violence it spawns. 

It's also a day off, which for me is not a very profitable situation since if I don't work I don't get paid, so I will be enjoying my sewing mojo, which recently returned.  I've been working on the North Wind quilt using Kaffe Fasset fabrics and just need to design the borders and then it will be a quilt!  Hope you all will have a happy, productive day!! 


Sunday, December 31, 2017

Dear Minnesota,

Trying to stay warm on the Missouri Start quilt.
Dear Minnesota,

We received some of your weather by mistake and would like to send it back as soon as possible.

Patty & Daffy & Sab

Tuesday, December 26, 2017

Who teaches their kid to be a bully?

PATTY:  Okay, this topic has nothing to do with Daffy, but I include a photo of her magnificent belly just to placate her fans and satisfy the terms of the blog.   I have to say that, unlike Bhu who was all fur and no fat, that is mostly poundage under those furs!  For me, picking her up is almost impossible; she's like a greased pig (although I've never picked one up; I just imagine).  So, TADA:

Notice her left leg straight up in the air.  She's a roly poly!
So, back to the topic.  I just visited Instagram and saw a photo of my grand-nephew in which he is wearing one of his kissmess presents (an Adidas hoodie) and a black sweatband covering his forehead.  Nothing unusual you say.  Except, the sweatband is there because back in September someone in his class at school made fun of him, saying his forehead was too big.  Since then, he wears a sweatband all the time.  I always associated a high forehead with high intelligence.  But what do I know?  I'm not a bully.  So who raises kids like that, who are hell-bent on being mean and hurting people?  They're everywhere; no one region has an exclusive on them.  And kids are committing suicide.  It's very sad.  How do we stop this??


Sunday, December 24, 2017

Kissmess Eve

Daffy on her "throne."  She prefers not to be disturbed by the outside world.
PATTY:  It snowed this morning and it is cold.  I suppose it's a "picture-perfect" version of Christmas that we have come to expect but I'd really rather be warm. 

DAFFY:  Fussy, fussy.  Maybe if you'd grow some furs on yourself you'd feel better.

PATTY:  Well, actually, a friend told us that kitties do get cold.  Everybody thinks that because they have furs, they don't get cold.  Maybe you could enlighten us. 

DAFFY:  I get cold.  My body temperature is only a couple of degrees higher than yours, so if you feel chilly, so do I.  This is one of the reasons I like to sleep in the laundry basket with the high sides to block the draft.

PATTY:  Well, I see the sun's out now, so I'll pull back the drapes and you can lounge in a sunspot.

DAFFY:  Mmmmm, warm!

Merry Kissmess!  xoxo

Sunday, December 3, 2017

Mourning Day

Two Buddhas view the world
PATTY:  One year ago, Bhu crossed the Bridge.  He didn't want to go, but physically he didn't have the capacity to stay.  We did everything we could, sparing no expense, to keep him with us.  But it was not to be and we had to let him go.  We miss him so much.   My heart is broken.  Sabryin's heart is broken, too, still . . . after a whole year.  xoxo