There I was minding my own business and doing my constitutional when I look over. OMP heavens! I squealed and had absolutely *no* problems making water then. Who in their right mind drives around with this as their companion? Can you tell me that my friends? I mean heck I’m all for getting to ride in the carpool lane but this is ridiculous. To say I squealed is an understatement. I do believe people from the next state over *might* have heard me. And hey, I’m big enough to admit it scared me. Wouldn’t it you? Come on admit it my friends. You would have screamed too… right?
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Today, let’s tell another true story from daddy. I know you’re dying to hear it – evil snorts.
To get through college, daddy worked at a local hospital on the mental health ward. No those rumors are not true – that is not where he met mommy – snorts. When he first started at the hospital, he worked the midnight shift. The mental health ward during this time was in the basement right beside the morgue. That would bring shivers to this little piggy to begin with.
One of his co-workers told him a story the first couple of days that he was in training that still to this day puts his nerves on edge. They said that years earlier, a mental health patient had gotten out of their rooms in the middle of the night. They went into the elevator and hung themselves around 3:00AM. Staff of the hospital found the mental health patient hanging in the elevator dead.
Since then, the elevators had locks installed on them and they won’t work without the key being inserted to call for the elevator. The nurse told daddy that every night at 3:00AM, without fail, the elevator doors would open by themselves. Daddy didn’t take too much into this until the first time he worked by himself. The nurse’s station was right in front of the elevator doors. Exactly at 3:00AM, the doors opened all by themselves. It still sends chills up and down daddy’s spine. And the elevators to this date, still open and close exactly at 3:00AM. Nothing is wrong with them, they’ve been checked. There is no reason for them to open at this particular time. Anyone going up?
Welcome my friends to SPOTLIGHT THURSDAY. This is the time that I will introduce you to one of my fellow anipals so you can get to know them better. Some of them, you may already know. We hope that you enjoy this series!
Name: Raz, Ellie and Allie
Age: Raz 4, Ellie and Allie 14
Location: Satellite Beach, FL
Web/Blog Page: http://www.friendsfurevercatblog.blogspot.com/
What were your first thoughts when you met your new parents? Raz – I knew Mom was special and I was very excited to have a forever home. I took advantage of the fact that my brother pooped in his cage at the adoption event and couldn’t get out until he had a bath. I won my Mom over right away! I am happy to say that my brother DID get adopted at the next event! Mom and Dad both fussed over me in the car on the way home and I knew right away that I was going to be loved and cared for by them. I never even cried the song of my people in the car!
Ellie and Allie – Cool plane ride to Florida and a new Mom and Dad to serve us! We were not sure about the other kitties and woofies but made friends really fast! We never knew woofies before we came to Florida but Cubby and Clifford were very welcoming to us! The other kitties were friendly but a little more aloof. Eventually we all became pals.
What was the defining moment when you knew you were in your forever home? Raz – when I snuggled in bed with Mom the next morning. Since I was a rescue, I lived in a couple of places but nobody ever snuggled and loved me like Mom did!!! She had this goofy smile on her face every time she saw me. Dad was a pushover too. He let me sleep between them and would scratch my head before he fell asleep. Dad even made sure I got some special toys! Yay for Dad!!
Ellie and Allie – The second we got out of the carrier and into our new home. There was another Birman living here (Angel Sniffie) and she told us we would be her new sisfurs. We were loved and fussed over from the moment we arrived.
What has been your biggest “Oh no, now I’ve done it” moment so far in your home? Raz – never! I’m so cute they forgive anything I do. Mom might be unhappy when I do something like “UN make” the bed, but she never scolds me.
Ellie and Allie – we were running and playing smacky paw. We ran over the buffet in the dining room and knocked over and broke a glass oil candle. MESSY! Mom wasn’t happy but she didn’t even scold us!!! After that, Mom put all the breakable things in spots where we can’t get them (she THINKS). She also switched over to battery operated candles because we have floofy tails and she worried we would get hurt.
Who do you have wrapped around your paws more – mom or dad – and why? Raz – both – see above !
Ellie – DADDY! I have Daddy wrapped around my paw! He’s my best buddy. Sometimes at night I get on Daddy’s pillow. He’l either move his head wayyy over so he doesn’t have to disturb me OR go into the guest bedroom so I can have the whole pillow to myself! I sit in the chair with Dad when he eats breakfast and he always calls me his “little girl” in a soft voice. Allie – Mom! I sleep next to her and follow her everywhere. I won’t even let her go to the bathroom without me! If she tries, I will bang on the door until she lets me in.
What’s the biggest misconception that humans think about you? Raz – that I’m shy. I’m really not at all….just throw a mousie and I’m your buddy! Of course, treats are also a good way to make friends!
Ellie – that I’m the Queen and Ruler of the house! Oh wait….that’s not a misconception – I AM! Allie – that I am a diva like Ellie. I’m really a sweetie and I love attention from anyone. I love pets and ear scritches and brushing and….well, you get the picture!
Hope you enjoyed meeting my friend – check back next week for another Spotlight edition!
Welcome my friends to another week of Travels in the South. This week, mom/dad found this delicious appetizer at one of our local restaurants. They are now hooked and want this ‘dip’ all of the time. Trust me, it’s even good the next day IF you have leftovers.
The restaurant that mom/dad goes to calls this a white queso dip… of course mom/dad now call it that “wonderful awesome dip to be shared’. I guess their name is too long for the menu – snorts with piggy laughter. This dip has shredded Monterrey Jack cheese, house made pico-de-gallo, seasoned beef, chopped cilantro and crumbled queso fresco. It is served with salsa on the side and hot tortilla chips. And it’s served in a cute little southern small iron skillet.
Now are you licking your lips wanting some?
Hello my friends. I’m so glad to see that you are staying with me during my 31 Days of Spook. Hasn’t it been fun? Scary? Are you second guessing the bumps you hear in the middle of the night? Today, I want to talk about something that I learned about coffins. It’s an interesting tale of a time back when.
Did you know that around 1829, they had bells attached to coffins? I didn’t either until I stated doing some research. You’ll never believe what those little bells were for. Evil snort. People in this time often got smallpox, diphtheria and cholera and doctors hastily pronounced they were dead and signed death certificates. Sometimes they did this without even seeing the bodies themselves – just by the word of family. Medical procedures were nothing like they are today. Often with such, people were buried and and would wake up in a casket – shivers – the fear of that! Patents were put out on caskets that had a hole drilled the coffin through which a chord was run that would be attached to a bell that was mounted above the grave. The chord handle was placed in the ‘dead’ person’s hand just in case they ‘woke up’ from the dead. They could ring the bell in hopes that someone would hear above and dig them back up. It was an unfortunate time to live through, you think?
This month we are highlighting items that you are known for. This is easy. Mom is *known* for her cornbread. Here in the south, cornbread is an important side to any meal. And some of you friends have asked how mom does her cornbread. So without further ado, here it goes 🙂 – take it away mom!
The ingredients to my cornbread are very simple. In the south, you will find several different versions of cornbread – some with sugar, some with corn, some with jalapenos – the list goes on. You can make it anything you want in a cornbread. We often serve cornbread with chili, soups or good old Sunday dinner. This is a recipe that I tweaked from my family that is so simple. Here is what you will need:
Two large eggs ($0.26); three strips of bacon ($1.00); a cup of milk ($0.40); a cup of cornmeal ($0.40); and melted butter ($0.20) = total $2.26
AND if you have one (being in the south we have several in different sizes), you need a small iron skillet.
Turn on your over to 350 degrees to preheat. Take the 3 strips of bacon and cut them in small pieces (sometimes we use more – depends on who you are making it for). Put your iron skillet on the stove on medium and fry the bacon. Once the bacon is done, remove the bacon to the side and put in your butter. Let all of this melt together – the butter and the bacon grease. Trust me, you will love the taste of this when the cornbread is finished.
Now, take your milk and eggs and mix them together. Slowly merge together the flour with salt/pepper and add the cooked crumbled up bacon. The batter is going to be in a thick consistency – that is what you are looking for. Now, take your batter and pour it into your HOT skillet. You should hear a sizzle. That is the sound you want to hear. Once the batter is in your HOT skillet, place your skillet in the oven and set the timer for 30 minutes.
At 30 minutes, take your skillet out and your cornbread should pop right out of your skillet into a plate. Serve slathered in butter or crumble up in your soups/chili. The inside will be moist and hot. And while you are eating, you will enjoy the buttery bacon taste. Please try one and let me know what you think.
Here in the south, we even take a cold glass of buttermilk and crumble our cornbread in it for a meal.
Squeals with piggy excitement. My son Bashful made it home last night from his latest field trip adventure. We were so excited that we celebrated to the wee hours talking about his adventures at the nest with Evil Squirrel. Lord help us,
I think he got an education in his travels this time. His cute little smile doesn’t always get him out of his troubles. And yes… he still slightly smelled of skunk gas.
He rambled on about his adventures and said that he was hungry. So mom/dad took him out for pizza to get the 411 on some of the behind the scenes happenings that took place. O.M.P. Shaking my piggy head. Sometimes what happens at the evil squirrel’s nest, stays at the evil squirrel’s nest. That’s all I can say my friends.
BUT on the other hoof, I need to introduce you to the latest member of the Rock Clan here at the Hotel Thompson. May I so introduce you to Sparkles. Isn’t she pretty? She has now taken residency on our fine rock couch in our living room. It must have been a rough plane ride home because she left a pile of sparkles in the box. But all is well now and she is fitting right in.
So my friends, please join us in saying hello to Sparkles.
And the Hotel Thompson wants to say thank you so much to Evil Squirrel. for hosting our little guy in his latest adventure. He had such a blast – and you were worried! Snorts with piggy laughter.
Welcome back my fellow spooky friends. Today, hold someone tight – these are true stories from not too far from the Hotel Thompson.
A HEADLESS GHOST
An Okefenokee area ghost tradition, this one dating to the 1930s, owes its existence to the railroad. A man fishing along the tracks at Henson Creek, near Manor, fell asleep one night with the rails as his pillow. A train appeared, sounding its whistle frantically, but there was no response. Steel wheels kept on rolling, and the fisher person was high landered.
Now for a twist. The legend is that the body can be seen walking the rails at night swinging a phantom lantern in search of its head. Kevin Dial claims that his grandfather went in search of the “shade” one night. Sure enough, it approached, solid white and six feet tall, walking directly toward Gramps, who fired a futile shot before fleeing.
GHOST SPIRIT SIGHTINGS
A log cabin on Okefenokee’s East Side by an area called Camp Cornelia on Trail Ridge is where this haunting took place in the early 1990′s. A former Refuge volunteer, who resided in the cabin, reported strange visitations of Spirits. The Spirits were Native American Indians in full regalia. These spirits were not aware of the walls and boundaries of the cabin, but seemed attached to the land the cabin was on. They seemingly went about their daily tribal existence without concern.
SPECTRES OF THE SWAMP SIGHTING
This one was reported in January 1998 on Trail Ridge, the ancient geological feature which makes up the eastern boundary of the swamp. A traveler on vacation and hiking near the boardwalk area was surprised by the sound of drums in the distant piney woods. Native American spectres carrying objects and walking swiftly in a single file line were sighted off in the distance heading south on the ridge. The vacationer did not linger long to watch the procession. He reported no sense of hostility, but felt uneasy as if he was seeing something he should not be observing.
Shout out to our friends from Okefenokee – special hello’s to Steve, Jo and their black cat Tequila. They gave me special permission to use their stories and pictures from the Okefenokee Pastimes Inc.
Dear Bacon – Julia Child – nope. Emeril – nope. Bobby Flay – nope. I’m the original Chef Wolf Dog Gang. Since graduating from the CICC (Culinary Institution of Canine Cooking), I can’t stay out of the kitchen. Not only can I bring home the bacon (sorry pal) but I can cook it up in the pan. Friends in the hood come from all over to taste some of my creations. You can often find me shopping in gardens around the house and coming up with such masterpieces as Hot Dog Casserole, Mutt Balls with Brown Rice, Doggy Lasagna and Chicken Backlash. They are all must haves and I hope to market them soon. When I get my cooking channel up, I would love for you to be my first guest. Signed Chef Wolf Dog Gang
Dear Chef Wolf Dog Gang – That is totally awesome that you picked up a hobby that is also a career. You know what they say about if you enjoy and love your job, you will never work a day in your life. Keep up the great work and hey can you send me some Mutt Balls with Brown Rice? That sounds fantastic! Oh and I would love to be your first guest as long as well you know… I’m a guest and not the guest of the meal if you know what I mean – snorts.
Dear Bacon – Really? You think you have strange humans that go out unattended and get in trouble? Mine don’t need to go out at all to get in trouble. I hope they do realize that this means war in making me look like an idiot. I think I will strategically place this beak somewhere on my master when he sleeps tonight… perhaps even pulling on the elastic for a certain gotcha is called for. What do you think? Signed Chick
Dear Chick – Oh My Piggy Heavens! Shakes oinker head. Yes my friend. I agree wholeheartedly that you do need some payback on this choice of ‘fun’ from your humans. What were they thinking? And yes, a pop of the elastic should go far. Maybe even follow that up with a little something-something in one of their shoes. I’m just sayin’. Stay safe my friend.
Dear Bacon – My humans are wickedly bad at this torture. They really are. There we were watching some superheros on our television. I was minding my own business and just enjoying the company on the couch. My dad said that all superheros need a mask. He was eating a sandwich so well you can see what he did. Why? That’s all I really need to say, right? Why? Signed Masked Bandit
Dear Masked Bandit – Oh my friend. You have to give your dad something on creativity. And you have to admit that it is pretty cute. No one would ever guess that’s you behind the bread. Nope not at all!
Dear Bacon – It’s not bad enough that I have to wear the cone of shame. Oh no. I should have known something was up when my human dad wanted to hold me for a second. I could feel him doing something to my cone of shame but didn’t know what. That is until I met up with the mirror and saw his creation. Really dad? Perhaps I should get you a cone of shame? Signed Bat Cat
Dear Bat Cat – I have to admit it my friend but that cone of shame is priceless. How many other purr things do you know that can say their cone of shame was made just for them. I say wear it with pride and hey give your human daddy some slack. His creativity could make you ‘the cat’ of the neighborhood. Give it a test and see what I mean. Others will be so jealous!
Due to Halloween, we are repeating some of our more hilarious letters. Hope you enjoy my sweet friends❤
Mom/dad were talking Friday night and mom was determined to master the perfect popover roll or Yorkshire Pudding. I have to say this about mom. When she is determined about something, she gets head strong and focused driven. This can be good and bad. Good because if things don’t come out ‘exactly’ right, me and dad get them. Sometimes what mom thinks are accidents can really be good to us. But as mom says, practice makes perfection. But mom saying she wanted to perfect these over the weekend even had our closet skeletons laughing. They knew too that this would be a fun if not bumpy ride.
Let me preface this by saying that earlier in the week, mom made this popover rolls / Yorkshire Pudding perfectly. Mom didn’t take a picture because (A) her and dad couldn’t get out of them long enough to take a picture and (B) mom was so shocked they came out wonderfully that she had to eat them. So there we were Saturday for experiment 2. This picture with two ‘popover rolls’ is not perfect. They look wonderful but for some reason they didn’t ‘pop’. They were dense and heavy. Think Ellie Mae from the Beverly Hillbillies. Mom says she could have hurt someone if she threw one of these at them. Me and dad however thought they were awesome. To us they were a little heavier than a biscuit but better than a roll. See what I was saying about mom’s mistakes sometimes being our blessings?
But mom doesn’t give up. If anything, mom is not a quitter. Sunday was experiment 3. Now, mom followed a recipe that she got from our great friend Bill , you know Shoko and Kali’s dad from Canadian Cats. (Thanks Bill – you rock!) While mom waited, she fixed the rest of dinner which might I add was simply delicious! Then the timer went off for the popovers. She took the pan out holding her breath. That’s when it happened. The fat lady sung. Birds started singing. These were perfection. Now the tin in the picture is deep so you can’t really see it but these ‘popped’. They were nice and moist in the inside – empty and hollow like they are suppose to be.
So has mom perfected these? We won’t know until she tries again. This could have just been an accident. Do your humans do this in the kitchen? I’m off now – I think one of these bad boys are calling my name. I’m going to see if dad will share with this oinker.