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Friends – if you have hosted my sweet little innocent Bashful (I know – that’s definitely a stretch – snorts with piggy laughter), you know have a badge that you can proudly display on your blog. My brother Phenny across the pond had his dad make this awesome badge. Isn’t it great?! So please, proudly display this badge if you have hosted my little tyke ❤
Guess what friends? Bashful is off on another journey. We heard this weekend that he has arrived at his host family’s home.
Where could it be in the world? Who has him now? Stay tuned to find out more.
He’s off again my friends!
Mom took Bashful to his fight earlier this week for his next host family. Where in the world will Bashful end up at? Any guesses?
UPDATE: Mom just received a phone call that Bashful has landed and is at his host family. Stay tuned ❤
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.
Oh my sweet friends. How are you holding up so far with my 31 Days of Spook? Are you leaving the lights on at night yet? Are you watching all of the shadows behind you? Are you spooked when someone says hello to you? Snorts – if you are, buckle up those seat belts because I’ve got a great scary story for you today. This story was submitted by my friend Easy. If you haven’t met Easy, please visit his blog and tell them that Bacon sent you. Without further ado, here it is straight from Easy’s mouth – his horror story 🙂
“The Haunted Archipelago of Britanny or the Archipel des Glénan is located some miles westwards of my crib.
Because the whole area was subtropic once, the archipelago with 9 islands and a lot of dead coral reefs accrued there. There are Saint Nicholas, Loc’h, Penfret, Drenec, Guiautec,Quignénec, Bananec, Brunec and Cigogne. Some are inhabited, some are abandoned and some are occupied by sheeps – butt ALL are haunted. The reefs and rocks and the the special drifts shall be the reason that many ships got lost there and a giant ships graveyard was built during the years. But the truth is, that this ships were sunken by La Groac’h de l’île du Loc’h, a witch who lives on the island Loc’h. She is the richest woman of the world, because she collected all the treasures from the ships she pulled to the ground of the sea. She is described as a beautiful girl what caught the sailors who lost their ships, butt in reality she is a wild creature, as ugly as a baboons ass with snakes and algues in her hair and with giant fangs in her mouth.
Her home is at the bottom of a lake at Loc’h and it’s being said that this lake has a secret connection to the ocean where she is luring for her victims. Once in the clutches of La Groac’h you belong to her fur ever and ever…
and ever…. Maaaan, thanks Overlook-Twins, are you everywhere or what? Breeze off!
Because the bretons are practical thinking people, they built a chapel and a cemetery on Loc’h, where they buried the sailors who died in maritime disasters. That was much easier than to bring them to mainland, because they anyway landed at the island of La Groac’h. And btw. the striped sailor shirts, called Mariniére or matelot , were invented there. Dating back to March 1858 French Navy-Wear Act when all mariners were required to wear a blue and white striped top in order to aid spotting and rescuing should they fall into the sea. The rules required 21 white stripes of 20 mm and 20/21 blue stripes of 10 mm and soon all sailors, particularly around the busy ports of Brittany were wearing it. The legend tells that every one of the 21 stripes stands for a victory of Napoleon… and the hole for the neck probably stands for Waterloo or what? Butt anyway that’s the shirt what became famous in 1917 as Coco Chanel wore it with widelegged pants. Althought many designers and chainstores copied that style , the original is made by ARMOR LUX, they are still in business and if you want to be prepared for all reasons what can happen at sea, you should get one.
Another island, called Cigogne has a fort, what was built in 1717 to safe the coast from pirates, dutchmen and brits. The fort was used by french troops and during the WWII occupied by germans. Today the island is used by the world famous Sailing School Les Glénans, but it’s totally haunted and during stormy nights you can hear the screaming and howling of the lost souls of the former residents. Sometimes a sudden mist comes up there and between the fog patches you can discover the praying arms of the lost souls who crave for salvation.
Till today the archipelago is a beautiful but dangerous area, every year the coast guards find bodies of smart tourists or people from Paris who thought they can hop from island to island by foot during ebb tide. Some of them end as the prey of La Groac’h who is insatiable. Also many ships end there, from rubber-rafts to million-dollar yachts, La Groac’h knows no difference. Treasure hunters mostly land between their objects of desire or in jail, because the whole area is a protected reservate.
And the boast of some bathtub-captains and the special weather there, what changes within minutes without a warning, are La Groac’hs helpers… That’s very annoying for the coast guards who have to risk their lifes to collect the peeps who fidget in the creek after a sudden storm… and otherways their Bouillabaisse, the traditional meal after a storm gets cold while they have to pick up that folks…and a cold Bouillabaisse is totally NOT tasty, just saying…
September we are highlighting some of my friends who volunteered to help me out with my Dear Bacon issue. Today’s special edition is by my friends Kali and Shoko. If you don’t know Kali and Shoko , you *must* go visit them and check them out on their blog The Canadian Cats. Tell them that Bacon sent you. Now, on to some great advice to help out our fellow anipals.
Dear Canadian Cats,
Oh dear furry kitty heavens. What has been seen can not be unseen. I saw my humans naked…without a stitch of clothing. Why would they do that? Can you explain that to me? Signed Scarred for Life
Land sakes alive. The horror, the horror! I hope the picture you sent is of you and you’re not a kit. If, you were a kit, you’d need extensive therapy immediately. As to why they would wander around without their coverings….who knows. Hoomins are not known for their bashfulness. Perhaps they were airing out their private parts like we do. You would think they would lay down and stick their feet in the air if that were the case. They could have been headed to the watering closet…they take their coverings off for this. Very curious that they put on stinky coverings after getting clean. I’m sure they weren’t trying to scare you though. They just don’t realize how repulsive there bodies are to us. I suggest in the future, you cover your eyes with your paws and RUN at the first glimpse of their naked bodies.. This is not safe but if you run into a wall your problem is solved. When you come to you’ll wonder if all this was just a nightmare. Good luck my friend.
Dear Canadian Cats,
Water is the root of all evils my friends. Cats don’t need baths. We bathe ourselves. Why do the humans insist on dunking us – it’s like they want to baptist us. I don’t get it. Signed Walks on Water
Dear Walks on Water,
Water can be terrifying…especially when its not our idea to be anywhere near it. Yikes! I have a theory about hoomins sniffability and our own sensitive sniffer. They are totally different. When I am smelling beautiful and allow mom to get a whiff of my exciting scent…she says I stink. How rude!!I’ll bet she wouldn’t like it if I took a sniff of her and ran away. Wait! I do that now.
Walks on, tell your mom how you feel and suggest dry shampoo. Your mom just brushes it in your fur and you’re good to go. If, she still insists on baptizing you…then baptize her back again with lots of water.
Dear Canadian Cats,
Trust me my friends. Never play in the kitchen when the humans are doing what they call cooking. The dropped a cup of something on me. Now I look like Casper. Help. Signed Cat Ghost
Dear Cat Ghost,
Hahaha….you look funny! Lighten up Cat Ghost. You still are cute as a button. Let’s take a bad situation and turn it around. This is the time to go “trick or treating”. You’ll clean up….so to speak.
Dear Canadian Cats,
Meow. What do I do for fun around the house? I strut around holding the dog treats in my mouth What? I look at it as helping the barky things out with their diet. Yeah. That’s it. Meow. Signed Dog Whisperer
Dear Dog Whisperer,
I like your style. Up front and in everybody’s face. My kind of friend. However, the constant exposure of dog treats is positive reinforcement to your hoomin to get more treats for the dog not you. This is not what you were aiming for. So take those puporoni and stash them where no one will find them. Grab a bag of your favourite treats and walk around the house. It’s basic psychology my friend. Now, get ready for lots of treats to come your way!
Dear Canadian Cats,
Who says us kitties don’t get even. This will teach that dog to mess with me again. Don’t worry. I didn’t cut him. But I did take this picture to threaten him on future escapades. What do you think? Signed Corleone Cat
Dear Corleone Cat,
I’d say you made him an “offer he can’t refuse.” Look at his eyes CC. Anyone can tell, he’s learned his lesson well. So, leave the knife and take his treats. Put the knife somewhere handy though and let him know he’s padding a thin line.
Remember my friends – Dear Bacon can’t happen without *you*. Please continue to send your letters and questions to me here at the Hotel Thompson at firstname.lastname@example.org