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.

Best,
Patty & Daffy & Sab

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??

xoxo

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

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
 

Happy Grateful Day!

Daffy's "grateful" pose.

PATTY:  Here we are at the end of the year already!  What happened to 2017??  As you can see, Daffy is a bit grateful today since she found a forever home with people who cater to her every whim.  YES, we have been through multiple searches for just the "right" food (Chewy.com can verify this for you, as can Petco); YES, we have spent thousands of dollars already on vet care (she has asthma and we have to give her a shot of tuna-flavored meds every day); YES, she has chosen her favorite napping spot -- which is the bed, which we have to share with her; and YES, she could care less about us unless we are late in cleaning out the litter box or putting out the Fancy Feast Tuna and Shrimp with vegetables Broth.

DAFFY:  Everything is almost purrfect!  Except why turkey?  Why no TUNA?

Close-up of "grateful" pose in which you can see that "purrfection" has not yet been achieved. 

PATTY:  Have a Happy Day and no fighting over the wishbone!  xoxo

Eclipse Fever

It's all good!

PATTY:  I'm reading this now and it's good--very, very good.  Here's a quote I want to capture:

Moneymaking doesn't satisfy the artistic yearning, doesn't satisfy the search for meaning, doesn't equal the personal reward of discovering tiny gems among stones.

That pretty much sums it up for me.  I'm always a little squirmy when people start talking about their houses and furniture and possessions because none of that means much to me.  I don't drool when the conversation turns to personal wealth and I don't aim my energy in that direction either.  But if I hear a tree frog in the dusk, I am in ecstacy.

Daffy is doing better than well!  She runs the operation now, of course.  I will be posting more news about her soon and hope some of you are still interested in the goings on at the Skypants B&B.   xoxo

THE NEXT CHAPTER

Meet Daffodil, who we brought home from the Humane Society yesterday.  She's quiet, shy but definitely not going to put up with any garbage, and doesn't seem to like us too much (but she doesn't hate us, either). 

She's a little over three years old and had some gorgeous green eyes and glorious muff furs.  Unfortunately, her former pawrents had her declawed, which is okay for an indoor kitty.  We're taking her to the vet next week to make sure she doesn't have any after effects that are causing her pain.

Daffodil will have her own blog Daffodil and Patty and we hope you will visit and subscribe. 

Patty xoxo