Spotlight Thursday – Meet Shelagh Na Gig

Spotlight Thursday

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!

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Name:  My name is Shelagh Na Gig, which is shortened to Shelagh at home. My slave human believes she picked it from a PJ Harvey song she’s fond of, but obviously I just did some ninja-jedi mind control on her so that she gave me the name of a pagan Goddess. My true name will remain ineffable – of course.

Age:  I’m ten years on this planet but as a goddess, I’m obviously eternal within the universe.

Location:  I was born in the Royal Palace (Now the Asian Art Museum – see wikipedia ) by Liston in Corfu Town and currently reside in less than palatial surroundings in a Central Athens flat with my human slave and 2 cat minions.

Web/Blog Page:  https://kizbotblog.wordpress.com/ is where my human rants on about Greek politics and wibbles on about food. Though you will find pictures of me and the other two urchin dolts she has forced me to endure as residents of my Royal Court. Neither of them can ever hope to equal my beauty, royal elegance or supreme deity intelligence. But tolerate them I must.

What were your first thoughts when you met your new parents? Fortunately, I only have to put up with one human slave. It’s quite trying to mind control the idiots, so one will suffice. My early childhood was marked by some rather unregal deprivation and when I saw the woman, who I instantly recognized as an easy mark, I simply walked up and sat on her. To give credit where it’s due, she is at least relatively quick on the uptake and agreed to my terms of ownership of her almost as instantly as I laid them out.

What was the defining moment when you knew you were in your forever home?  When she brought me back to Athens after an intensely annoying journey where I was forced to sit in a cage. A CAGE! The indignity of it! Forced to sit for many hours travelling in a cage! Anyways, upon arrival she immediately let me out onto the balcony and said, ‘If your highness would care to peruse her new surroundings?’ or words to that effect, then I knew she would make a good servant.  

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Dora: Oh hark at miss snotty knickers! I still eat all your food.

Shelagh: Desist this insolence! This is my interview.

Deep within the flat from under the bookcase.

Elsa: That woman kidnapped me!

Shelagh and Dora: Shut up dummy!

Dora: Duh! You’d have frozen to death in the snow if the soft-hearted cow hadn’t picked you up!

Shelagh: Silence!

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What has been your biggest “Oh no, now I’ve done it” moment so far in your home?  I’ve had no such moment as I am perfection in royal cat form. However, the moment that the slave most tried my patience was when she came back with the House Pest – Dora. It’s taken 3 years to recover from the shock and then she brought back another one. At least the new edition, though young and stupid, is entirely black, whereas the house pest looks like a Jersey Cow – so common! I have finally come to accept that Dora serves a purpose as another minion. Thus she is tolerated – under protest.

Who do you have wrapped around your paws more – mom or dad – and why? The slave is generally easy to mind control and is extremely well behaved apart from the two major slip ups when she has returned with unwelcome additions to my Royal residence

What’s the biggest misconception that humans think about you?  As I’m exceedingly and regally beautiful there are some idiotic humans who think this means they have permission to lay their hands on me. The slave has been instructed to warn them of the inadvisability of deigning to touch a goddess but they often ignore her warnings and are dealt a lightning claw strike to put them in their place. Only the slave is allowed close proximity.

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Hope you enjoyed meeting my friend – check back next week for another Spotlight edition!

 

Dear Bacon

Dear Panchetta,
I am an artist!  Do not think twice of me on my drinking.  It inspires my inner soul.  I would like to paint you – all of you since you are a plus size piggy.  Would you pose for me?  Signed Raphael Chickatello

Dear Raphael Chickatello,

WOW – I am honored… I think.  I really don’t think that I am old enough to pose in any of your paintings.  I think you should move on to maybe cows.  That’s it – cows.  I think cows should be your muse.  They are so much more to work with than just me… a little pig.  Carry on my friend and paint to your hearts content.

 

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Dear Bacon,
Insert spy music.  The humans think they are so smart in putting out these ‘traps’.  They hurt!  But never fear, this is how we really get the cheese without setting them off.  Now you know our secrets!  Signed Top Mouse

Dear Top Mouse,

I love that move!  I wonder if there is enough wire to suspend me over something delicious.  It looks like a hoot!  You definitely have the moves my friend.  Keep it up my secret friend!

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Dear Bacon,
I read about you watching television all of the time. I love to watch my shows too – especially the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. They fascinate me for some reason. Do you like them? Signed Raffie

Dear Raffie,
I just can’t understand why you would like the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. . I mean really, they’re turtles. It blows my mind to figure that one out. And yes, I do like to watch the show as well my friend.

 

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Dear Bacon,

Just the facts little guy.  Nothing but the facts.  We’ve been watching too many repeats of the movies Men in Black.  Don’t ask me which is which.  We just like to dress like Kay and Jay.  You know, just for fun and giggles.  The neighborhood doesn’t know how to act when we roll into it – bark.  What do you think?  Do you like to dress up like any of your favorite guys?  Signed Kay/Jay

Dear Kay and Jay,

Oh dudes – I love the look!  That is so neat.  I’ve seen those movies and ya’ll kind of look just like the two.  I think it’s the ties and sunglasses.  I would love to roam around in my costume too.  I secretly want to be a piggy super hero.  I keep asking mom to make me a cape.  I know with a cape, this little piggy would have special powers and be able to fly.  Stay cool barky things!

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❤ Remember friends – Dear Bacon can’t happen without YOU.  Please continue to email me your letters/pictures ❤

 

Dear Bacon

 
Dear Bacon – Never EVER trust a dare from a dog my friend.  They will put you up to something knowing darn well that the end results would not be good… at least for the kitty.  The barky thing was like, “Hey, cool kitty don’t you want to fly?”  He persuaded me that hanging on to this balloon would be the coolest thing since sliced bread.  What he neglected to tell me was that the balloon was going to float my hairy little body up and it would scare me and then my nails would come out and when I was half way up the balloon would pop because of said nails.  That bastard dog is all I gotta say.  Never trust them.  Signed I’m Floating… but not for long

Dear I’m Floating … but Not for Long – Okay apparently the pooch had the brilliance of foresight to take your picture to capture this for eternity.  And you have to admit that it was really creative on his part to see if you could fly, even if it was momentarily.  Look at the bright side, you are a cool cat!

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Dear Bacon –  There I was.  Finally I had the attention of the gal that so rocks my world.  I was showing her my ninja moves trying to impress her with my skills and abilities.  While my buddy Rolan was on the porch rolling with kitty laughter.  I tell you pig, never let your friends stay around when you are trying to hit on a chick.  They don’t help in any way.  Signed Ninja Kitty

Dear Ninja Kitty – I gotta say you got some moves my friend.  I think that pose is awesome.  Who says cats can’t push themselves off of the floor and kick that high?  I wish I could!  I bet I would be able to impress the ladies too.  And don’t worry about Rolan.  That’s why he is still single – snorts.

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Dear Bacon – Sometimes when you are tired you are just too tired to care.  Here I was climbing my house to get my kitty cat exercise.  That’s when it hit me – BAM!  I was tired.  So I did what I do best.  I made the best of the situation and took me a little sunny siesta.  I could feel the heat from the sun on me and was dreaming for just a while that I was on the beach somewhere enjoying sand in my paws and a cold drink beside me.  Sigh – it was such a great dream.  That is until I fell out of the hammock onto my tushy on the floor.  Shakes my body.  Dreams suck sometimes.  Signed Taking Five

Dear Taking Five – I agree.  Sometimes dreams do suck.  Once, I had a dream that I met Miss Piggy and we were going swimming in a lake under the moonlight – just me and the love of my life.  The water woke me up – I peed on myself.  Shakes piggy head.  See, dreams can suck like you can’t imagine!

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  Dear Bacon – I’m all for one in picking up sports that fit your body and your skills.  I myself LOVE to swim – especially diving off of the diving board.  And what can I say?  This body was made for belly flops at our local watering hole.  I highly recommend them.  And I can tell that you would be good at this.  Just look at your pot-belly.  That is a piece of artwork you have there my friend.  Next time you get a chance, take the splash.  Signed Happy Trails

Dear Happy Trails – Really you think so?  You think this belly is made for some flops in the water?  I do work hard at maintaining my piggy physique.  It’s not as easy as one would think it is.  It takes time perfecting the right amount of munchies throughout the day to have this keg – who wants a six pack these days?  That’s just so common!  Happy swimming my friend!

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Dear Bacon – Play with the little humans they said.  No one will get hurt they said.  It would be fun they said… aren’t those famous last words?  So I let the little humans play with me – I was thinking chase not bury the treasure.  I knew I was in trouble when they dug a hole and stuck me in it.  And then the big humans had the nerve to yell, “Dinner”.  You know those pesky little people left me like this – nothing to help me but my paws and tail sticking up.  Really?  This is how you treat me for not leaving poo in your house.  Barks – we’ll see how fast that changes.  Signed Butt Deep in Trouble

Dear Butt Deep in Trouble – I have to admit that it does look kind of fun.  I mean not the you are stuck in the sand never to flee again or chase mailman fun… but the look at you aren’t you so cute with your paws and tail sticking out fun.  I think you look so very cute!  Don’t worry, you can bury the little humans next time when they play – fair play is fair play – snorts with piggy laughter.

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REMEMBER my friends, Dear Bacon can’t happen without YOU.  Please continue to email me your letters and pictures ❤

 

Letter From Summer Camp

Dear Family,

Bacon here from Summer Camp.  There are a bunch of vultures here at camp.  No I’m not talking about Alfred Hitchcock and birds of nature.  I’m talking about thieves.  Someone in the cabin ate all of my Animal Crackers yesterday.  They are not admitting to who did it.  Don’t mess with the pig.  This means war. Good thing I packed my Ninja outfit when you weren’t looking.

Today we had to go running.  Snorts – as if this pig runs.  Unless there is food in the distance that is calling me, why would this oinker run?  So there I was softly walking to our destination.  My counselor Wolf creeped up behind me and howled.  What an as*$*!)  I took off running like it was really the Big Bad Wolf after me.  After a while of running, I heard clapping.  It took me a few minutes to realize it was just my thighs cheering me on.  That Wolf is a true as$*!&

Tonight, we get to sleep outside “under the stars in the fresh air”.  Really?  Do these people not watch television?  I’d rather be behind a locked door.  But then again, my Ninja outfit could come in handy tonight to find the culprit that ate my beloved Animal Crackers.  Evil snorts.

 

Paw Time with Houdini

Hello my sweet friends – BARKS!  Welcome back to another great end of the week with me on Paw Time with Houdini.  This week, I wanted to share some insight with you on me and my dad.  We have a great relationship.  Perhaps it’s because I have him wrapped around my cute little paws?  I’ll let you be the judge of that okay.  These pictures were taken by Bacon this week when me and dad were playing one night.  Can you tell that we love each other from this first picture?  And the other pictures – me playing paddy cakes with dad and then me going all ninja with him playing – barks!  What great times we have.  Hope you enjoy the pictures – off now to find my next victim to win with my cuteness.

 

  

 

The Great Cookie Caper

Call Scooby Doo.  Call Sherlock Holmes.  Heck call my cousin Sherlock Bones.  We have quite the mystery here at the Hotel Thompson.  This is cookie season – you know Girl Scout cookies.  We here ❤ the Girl Scouts.  Our front door has a sign that reads, “No Soliciting… unless you have Girl Scout Cookies”.  That sign is fully enforced – snorts and rolls with laughter.

So mom buys boxes of Girl Scouts cookies (I’m ashamed to say how many but I can tell you they freeze well for during the year in emergency cases).  She gets her box of gold and brings them home.  Dad’s all time favorite is Samoas.  Dad’s mouth has been watering all day long since mom called and told him she had him a stash.  He gets him a tall glass of milk and he is going to have him a few while watching Jeopardy – which is another post for another day.

He reaches for his box and what the pig?  The box is light.  Maybe it’s a new formula – light? Snorts – no really the box is empty!  What the cream cheese he says followed by where are my cookies?!  I need cookies in my belly.  He bellows for mom to come here.  She does and he hands her the box and says, “Are you playing with me?”  That’s when she feels the box which is EMPTY.  The box is sealed, stamped and still intact.  Mom takes these pictures for proof.

 Someone had ONE job to do and guess what?  They failed miserably!  Snorts.  Mom called the person she bought the cookies from and explained what happened.  Even he was like what?  Mom did bring the box to the guy the next day and the box was replaced but…the mystery is still there.  What happened to the cookies?

Were they not put in the box to begin with?  Were they invisible for people on a DIEt?  How many other people got empty boxes?  Has this happened to you before?

And let me just nip the rumor going around – snorts oinks – me and Houdini did NOT – repeat DID NOT – have anything to do with the mysterious disappearance of dad’s cookies.  There was no Mission Impossible music playing and there was no ninja moves being done by either of us.  For real.  Innocent the both of us.

 

 

 

Dear Bacon

Dear Bacon,

I have the subject locked and loaded. It’s just a matter of seconds now before this powerful machine takes off, leaps and catches his prey. I have the skills of a ninja. I’m silent and deadly. You’ll never see me coming. Do you have this kind of talent pig? Signed Sniper One

Dear Sniper One,

I’m shaking here at the Hotel Thompson in my hooves. WOW – that is some talent you have there. I’m amazed. I’m almost speechless. What was your prey? A fly? Oh I know… a piece of dust? Snorts. I don’t need to have ninja skills, or be silent to be deadly. I just need cuteness. Insert evil deviled ham snort. Carry on my friend.

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Dear Bacon,

I think my wife has some explaining to do. You see we got married, I had to leave for some business. I came home and there was our “baby”. I think the baby *looks* like us but is not us in some way, fashion or form. I don’t think it’s his coloring – that matches. I don’t think it’s that cute little nose – that matches. I can’t put my paw on it but I don’t think he’s mine. I think I may need to call Maury Povich for a DNA analysis. You think? Signed Mr. Rabbit

Dear Mr. Rabbit,

All that matters is love my friend. So he’s different, so what? I’m different than my mommy and daddy too. Doesn’t mean they don’t love me just the same. What’s done is done. That’s why the past is in the past. Just because something doesn’t look like us doesn’t mean we can’t love them with all of our heart.

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Dear Bacon,

They say that grass is greener on the other side of the fence. I tried to see. I got stuck. Awesome huh – NOT. I don’t get it. I’m an alligator. I’m stuck half way up a fence. A human sees me. What do they do? You would think help but no – let’s pull out that camera phone and take a picture of the gator stuck on the fence. Dude, if I was off this fence, I’d show them where to put that camera phone. Signed Stuck in Mid Flight

Dear Stuck in Mid Flight,

Snorticles. Really dude… I’m not snorting *at* you. I’m snorting at the situation. Let’s look at this for just a tiny minute. You said quote, “If I was off this fence, I’d show them where to put that camera phone.” That’s rich. That’s probably WHY they didn’t help you out. They were simply afraid of you. I know – I know. You can’t really blame them. They don’t see you as the cuddly, loveable snuggable type. They see teeth, nails, teeth, long tail, teeth and massive power strength. Shrugs piggy shoulders. That’s how it is dude. I do hope you got off the fence. I’m sure eventually someone did help, right? Stay strong my anipal.

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Dear Bacon,

I’ve been holding back in writing to you but I have this huge mystery. See, my human took this picture of me back when it was Winter. I saw this cute poodle in the hood. I went up to say hey, but she didn’t *smell* like a regular pooch? It was weird. What do you think? Have you ever seen this chick before? Signed Pugalicious

Dear Pugalicious,

Step back from the poodle my friend. I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this but that poodle is nothing but cold and made of ice – snorts. Really. She’s snow my friend. You know that white stuff that falls from the sky during Winter. Some human made a poodle chick to fool you. She is kind of cute though. Look at the tail on her – hubba hubba.

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Dear Bacon,

It’s love. Simple as that. We have found our significant other and we are in love. We have read on your blog in the past about when two half hearts find each other and they melt together forming one it’s meant to be. We looked in each others eyes and it was like we knew all about each other and felt so at home. What can we say? Signed Two Kids in Love

Dear Two Kids in Love,

aaww – That picture tells me *everything* I need to know. You two were MADE for each other in every way possible. Carry on and live long!

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Oh No You Don’t Daddy!

So early last week, mom and dad went to bed, turned on their television to watch the news and got all comfortable.  Hemi, as you can see in this picture, likes to sit front and center and swat at the news people.  See, it’s not just me that purr thing swats – snorts.  Mom sets the timer on the television and those humans of mine usually drift off to sleep land express before the television turns off.  But the other night, the television went off early.  Mom assumed that since Hemi was near the remote control, he probably hit the button and turned it off.  No problems.

So mom gets up the next morning to watch the news while getting ready for the worky place and guess what?  The flat screen won’t come on.  What?  That’s not good.  So my mom, who is NOT electronically inclined might I add, checks everything – all plugs, resets the television and hits the button again.  Nothing.  Now she fusses a bit and I’m sitting on the bed watching her.  Daddy wakes up from his slumber like a bear waking up from hibernation and asks whats going on and why am I on his bed.  I gave him a stink eye look just like mommy did – snorts.

Mom explains to him what happened.  Then daddy did something so stupid that I started snorting almost rolling off the bed.  He asks mommy, “Did you check the plug in?”  Pardon me dad, let me help you put that size 10 foot right into your mouth because mom is going to get you so good.  And trust me, putting your foot into your own mouth is NOT going to be as easy as you were a child.  Nope.  Not at all.  Trust me on that one.

After mom so politely told him where to shove his comment, mom told him she had checked all of the plugs.  She might have put in a “DOH” somewhere in there but I don’t think he heard her – snorts.  Then dad said the most outrageous thing.  He said, “Well, I guess it’s broken then.”  WOW daddy, you think?  Rolls piggy eyes.

And then when you thought that daddy couldn’t say anything more incredibly stupid, he did.  He said, “Well I guess we will have to take Bacon’s flat screen from his bedroom”.  Whatchu talking about daddy?!  I don’t think so.  You can back away from my flat screen this minute.  Nope. Not going to happen.  Not in a New York piggy minute.  That’s my television.  I jumped up on the bed and got in my fierce mowhawk stance and gave him the best stink eye look I could muster.

Mommy looked at me.  I looked at mommy.  Daddy looked at me.  I looked at daddy.  Then mommy looked at daddy and said, “If you are brave enough to take Bacon’s television, you go right ahead”.  Then there was silence while daddy was thinking.  I know he was thinking.  I could see smoke coming out of his ears – snorts.  I know he was calculating how he could do it without me getting him.  Don’t let this cute adorable face fool you.  I can protect what’s mine – like my television.  Okay.  I might have squealed a little too to enforce I meant business.

Dad finally said, “I think we have another one in the work out room, don’t we?”  That’s right daddy.  Ninja Pig Bacon wins.  You move right along to the work out room and get that television.

Pardon me now my friends.  Green Acres is playing on my television in my bedroom.  I need to go watch it.  Did I mention it was my television?  Snorts.

 

Mouse Girl – A Story of Kitty Spa

There comes a time in every little purr things life that she has to go to what mom refers to as the “Kitty Spa”.  I find this totally fascinating.  Mouse Girl, the purr thing here at the Hotel Thompson, is a girly girl.  We all know that.  Mommy washes me and the other purr thing here, Hemi, with no problems.  But, mommy says that Mouse Girl is different.  How so?!

Well, it might have to do with Mouse Girl being a Maine Coon kitty.  If you didn’t know, Maine Coon kitties are big… like really big.  Mouse Girl is almost the same size as moi.  Does that tell you anything in size?  And, it might have to do something with the fact that mom tells daddy that Mouse Girl has a  wicked back kick?  Apparently Mouse Girl thought to bring out some of her ninja skills this weekend when mom attempted to bathe her in the kitchen sink.  When I tell you that the kick took mom’s breathe away, it’s not just something that I’m saying.  Mouse Girl literally back kicked mommy in the chest.  After daddy stopped laughing, mom kicked daddy in the ankle to show him how it felt.  Yeah, my humans are weird like that.

So, back to the size of Mouse Girl.  If you ever came into the Hotel Thompson, you would never see her.  She’s not overly friendly with people that she doesn’t know.  I think it all stems from her days at the shelter.  You see mom/dad adopted her from a shelter.  They went to look for a kitty friend for Hemi after his brother Tybee passed away. (Both of them were also adopted from the shelter.)  When they were looking at the kitties, Mouse Girl *picked* mommy and daddy and decided she was coming home with them that day to her forever home.  That’s how she came to be with us here at the Hotel Thompson.

A lot of people that visit the Hotel Thompson, don’t even know she’s here.  But I got a great picture of her this weekend.  She’s a big kitty – a handful I might add.  Mommy thought well if she wouldn’t let her groom her, she would take her to the kitty spa.

So, let me get this straight.  She back kicks mom, won’t let her groom her so she gets awarded by going to the kitty spa?  Mom, what are you thinking?  I just shook my piggy head in disbelief.  Hemi was the same way.  It just goes to figure since Mouse Girl is such a girlie girl.

I have to ask.  Mommy never really explained it to me.  Mouse Girl was gone for several hours at this kitty spa.  What the heck is a kitty spa?  All I have are pictures like this in my head:

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Please tell me I’m wrong.  Really?  Mani, Pedi, wash, bubble bath, massages AND sauna treatments.  Hair up in curlers – please, please tell me I’m dreaming and this is all really just a piggy nightmare!

Then, the telephone rung and it was the kitty spa saying that Mouse Girl was done.  Done?  Done what?  I have to admit that I was intrigued as to what she was going to look like upon her return.  Mom/dad went and picked her up and opened her crate door in the front room.  The first thing me and Hemi did was smell her.  She smelled like baby powder.  Eeww – how girly.  Then she came sashaying out of her kennel.  She looked so relaxed, different but the same, and she was all smiling.  Yep, she was actually smiling with happiness.  She’s content.  She didn’t try to run away.  She walked through the house like she owned it and jumped on the bed for a nap.  I was able to click this picture of her.

WOW – she was even nice to me and Hemi for a change.  Personally, I think she needs to go to this kitty spa thing more often.  I’m going to make her another appointment next weekend.  If she comes home all this nice and not so moody, it will so be worth it!