tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63302528093144197092024-02-09T03:18:46.240+11:00faux paw printsfrom the studios at LOUDmeow <br/>
noise & chaos in between long naps <br />
almost in Halcyon, New HamsphireUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger103125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330252809314419709.post-70651509391668178752015-03-19T03:27:00.004+11:002015-03-19T03:31:49.785+11:00EXPLODING KITTENS........<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
My luck, the first card I drew was a bomb.<br />
It was all over, just like that -- BOOM!<br />
I am better at Canasta, but refuse to play it,<br />
for the obvious reasons---<br />
-no taco-cat<br />
-no rubbing the belly of a pig-a-corn<br />
-no all seeing goat wizard to ask<br />
(I can go on, but I'm out of the game)<br />
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.......LOUDmeow<br />
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<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330252809314419709.post-50876266148206036462013-03-03T03:26:00.000+11:002013-03-03T03:27:27.850+11:00RING CARSON......<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
Spring comes early to England.<br />
After padding our hoofs in the<br />
gardens we were quickly out of<br />
our daisy-roots and relaxing in<br />
the library, merry as grigs,<br />
when she entered. "I seem to<br />
have misplaced my lorgnettes,"<br />
she stated, "and I simply cannot<br />
go to that opera without them."<br />
Not going to the opera tonight<br />
sounded good to us.<br />
"Let's have a wet," she added.<br />
<br />
........LOUDmeow<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330252809314419709.post-41949833751533974862013-02-10T02:30:00.000+11:002013-02-10T02:30:47.971+11:00CHIC........<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
"Delicious," she stated, "but you can't have any."<br />
"Ah, please" I asked, "just one high heel, please?"<br />
"Definitely not a high heel," she replied.<br />
"Maybe just a pocketbook?" I countered.<br />
"No," came the reply, as she popped it into her mouth.<br />
"SUGARPOVA knows candy, and these are all for me." <br />
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........LOUDmeow<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330252809314419709.post-35853492569690648862013-02-03T03:51:00.001+11:002013-02-03T03:56:48.132+11:00CHEEKY........<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
"Really sweet," she said as she handed me the package.<br />
"Sort of like gummy bears, just more cute," she added.<br />
"You mean cuter?" I started to reply.......<br />
"No," she stated, "more cute is better than cuter."<br />
Never interrupt a SUGARPOVA moment, I quietly thought to myself.<br />
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........LOUDmeow<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330252809314419709.post-46596869977090022142012-11-26T06:33:00.002+11:002012-11-26T06:33:39.389+11:00FREE JOHN BATES.......<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
John Bates, valet for Lord Grantham of Downton Abbey,<br />
was convicted of murdering his wife with rat poison.<br />
He was framed and is innocent. While his death sentence<br />
has been commuted, he has now been sentenced to life<br />
in prison. We urge British authorities to re-open the<br />
case, find the real murderer and free Mr. Bates so that<br />
he can move on with his story line.<br />
<br />
........LOUDmeow<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330252809314419709.post-34612205631326130212012-10-18T12:10:00.001+11:002012-10-18T12:11:18.882+11:00STAY on the TRAIL......<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
"But there's no snow yet, none at all," she stated.<br />
"That's why these signs go out now," I said, and added,<br />
"It will be too late when that first snow starts to fall."<br />
"Doesn't the arrow's direction confuse some people," she asked.<br />
"Only the dumb ones who shouldn't be there," I replied.<br />
<br />
<br />
........LOUDmeow<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330252809314419709.post-8979046601224295012012-01-17T03:50:00.001+11:002012-01-17T03:50:31.190+11:00Beatrice's Hat.....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
"Poster motivation never worked for me," she started.<br />
"This one's all about that hat. The taupe one. Beatrice's," I added.<br />
"What color is taupe anyway?" she asked.<br />
"It's kind of like tan, only greener," I said.<br />
"No, silly, it's a european mole," she stated.<br />
"Like 'Taupe d'europe' or 'Talpa europaea'," she confirmed.<br />
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........LOUDmeow<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330252809314419709.post-68778665370447447552011-12-12T05:52:00.001+11:002011-12-12T05:52:39.784+11:00BRRR BLUR.....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
"It's really cold outside" she said.<br />
"And it's going to get colder," I added.<br />
"Too cold to string holiday lights" she asked.<br />
"Never too cold for that," I replied.<br />
"I thought I had this great idea, but then it<br />
was gone, in a flash...just gone" I said.<br />
"What was that you said," she asked.<br />
Too late, I had already forgotten.<br />
<br />
........LOUDmeow<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330252809314419709.post-35962052229199371312011-11-14T02:37:00.001+11:002011-11-14T02:38:44.328+11:00Shhhhh Happens.....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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"Did you just shush me?" she asked.<br />
I knew then I had crossed the line.<br />
Time to turn and run, I thought.<br />
Run, and run fast. Yet I didn't move.<br />
"Yes, I did," I replied.<br />
"Don't you ever shush me. Never." she said,<br />
as her hand swung towards my face. Smack!<br />
And it hurt.<br />
<br />
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........LOUDmeow<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330252809314419709.post-84112425898207420582011-08-28T07:25:00.001+10:002011-08-28T07:30:41.236+10:00FULL METAL FROG..........<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Her face was aglow with that look of disbelief.<br />
I insisted, "I'm sure it moved, it must have."<br />
She said nothing.<br />
"If you take your eyes off it, it moves", I said.<br />
"And I mean fast, like quantum locked fast."<br />
"Like in the blink of an eye," she smiled.<br />
I replied, "Faster than that, I think"<br />
We blinked, and the frog was gone.
<br />
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........LOUDmeow<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330252809314419709.post-74359216203260367972011-06-12T04:49:00.002+10:002011-06-12T04:50:31.657+10:00The SILENT H..........Ellie sat on the other side of the kitchen table, her arms crossed tightly.<br />
I began again, "Ell, there are many words with silent H's. Let me give you<br />
an example. Your name, for instance. Those times when you're angry,<br />
nasty-kitty like, people refer to you as ......" I didn't finish the sentence.<br />
She had risen out of her seat and now her right hand was grabbing the chair's<br />
back and lifting it up with the obvious intent to toss it over the table towards me. <br />
But I was already in motion, out through the doorway, yelling that other well-known<br />
silent H word, "elp, elp, elp, elp ...."<br />
<br />
........LOUDmeow<br />
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"I'm not listening," she continued. "If it has the S-word, <br />
I just don't want to hear it, not when Spring's here."<br />
"But this is about choices, confusing choices," I countered,<br />
"And how to decide the best course of action."<br />
"Heh," she was quick to respond, "If it has snow in it,<br />
then the best choice is simply the opposite direction."<br />
<br />
........LOUDmeow<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330252809314419709.post-52846345501268336182011-04-19T10:56:00.001+10:002011-04-19T10:56:52.912+10:00HAWKIN'......."That can't be right, it just can't be," she stated.<br />
"But you just said it, you said RIGHT, and it is right," I replied.<br />
"The hawk lands on a tree-branch, the first head turn is<br />
always to the right, it just is," I explained.<br />
"No," she said, "It has to be a 50-50 shot, right or left."<br />
"No," I countered, "Up here, in the northern hemisphere,<br />
the first turn is always to the right."<br />
But she didn't hear me, she was walking away too quickly,<br />
walking to the right, 'hawkin' as people say.<br />
<br />
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........LOUDmeow<br />
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"I've looked and looked, and she's gone," she added.<br />
"Maybe she's out in the car," I said.<br />
"Oh don't be silly," she said, "She can't open the door."<br />
"Not without the keys," I said." <br />
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........LOUDmeow<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330252809314419709.post-86881802831727650002011-01-05T13:47:00.000+11:002011-01-05T13:47:39.204+11:00Bankrupt......."It's not gold, but maybe silver?" she asked.<br />
"Not even silver. Possibly just quartz," I replied.<br />
"It's got to be worth something," she insisted.<br />
"No," I responded, "It's not even worth enough<br />
to pay attention, when that attention itself<br />
costs a lot of pretty pennies."<br />
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........LOUDmeow<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330252809314419709.post-77584183977774940072010-12-06T11:09:00.000+11:002010-12-06T11:09:19.539+11:00No Wake Zone......."Quiet, please, " I said. "She's still sleeping."<br />
"All she does is sleep," she replied.<br />
"That's not true," I said. "All those other times, she's just napping."<br />
"Like a power nap?" she asked.<br />
"Exactly," I said. "She needs her strength to really sleep."<br />
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........LOUDmeow<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330252809314419709.post-53389685093671730092010-11-15T10:40:00.000+11:002010-11-15T10:40:10.891+11:00LEAVE A NOTE......"What were you doing in the forest?" she asked.<br />
"Oh, just leaving a note," I replied.<br />
"A note in the woods? " she questioned.<br />
And she followed that with, "Was it a big red note, by chance?"<br />
"As a matter of fact, it was big and red," I said.<br />
Seems she got my message.<br />
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........LOUDmeow<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330252809314419709.post-81378692834672282342010-10-27T14:05:00.001+11:002010-10-27T14:05:48.027+11:00LAPIS LAZULI TREE"No," she said, "it does not exist."<br />
"Yes it does," I countered. "I've seen the blue leaves."<br />
I tried to explain, that strange science stuff about the <br />
gemstones in the soill, the tree roots taking up the<br />
blue color and producing those blue leaves.<br />
But she was insistent.<br />
I showed her the picture.<br />
"You just photo-shopped that!" she cried.<br />
"No I didn't," I said. "It's a real Lapis Lazuli Tree!!"<br />
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........LOUDmeow<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330252809314419709.post-54303001173131310192010-10-04T04:03:00.000+11:002010-10-04T04:03:14.569+11:00At the 9th Hole......"Pine trees do not eat golf balls," she said.<br />
I didn't want to argue, so I moved on.<br />
"Sand is alive," I said, "That's how it works against you."<br />
She just looked off to the side and replied,<br />
"It's just an expensive way of playing marbles, anyway."<br />
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........LOUDmeow<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330252809314419709.post-26174537611485961562010-09-09T11:41:00.000+10:002010-09-09T11:41:11.045+10:00PASTURE BEDTIME....."How long can we stay?" she asked.<br />
"Maybe 'till the cows home," I suggested.<br />
"When is that exactly?" she queried.<br />
"Oh, certainly well past your bedtime," I responded.<br />
She looked out over the field and the questions stopped.<br />
<br />
.....LOUDmeow<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330252809314419709.post-45061866803458520592010-08-12T12:56:00.001+10:002010-08-12T12:56:48.469+10:00HERE & THERE"Did you see the hawk again?" I asked.<br />
"Yes," she replied.<br />
"Where exactly?" I said, planning to track these sightings.<br />
"Oh, here and there," was her answer.<br />
"You know, here, and then, there or thereabouts" she added.<br />
"Not really close to the GPS coordinates I need," I thought to myself.<br />
"Absolutely," she said, having apparently read my mind.<br />
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.....LOUDmeow<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330252809314419709.post-7071536854743310122010-07-02T11:49:00.000+10:002010-07-02T11:49:49.175+10:00MOOSE......"Go ahead," I suggested, "just say it slowly." <br />
"No, I can't," she replied. "It sounds so silly."<br />
"That's the point," I suggested, "no matter how silly."<br />
"She knows her name. Say it slowly and she will come." <br />
Then I thought, "Or she might charge. Maybe run you down."<br />
"But can she cross that space to here that quickly?" I asked.<br />
Getting no response, I turned and found myself alone.<br />
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.....LOUDmeow<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330252809314419709.post-82832365303992754052010-06-03T11:56:00.000+10:002010-06-03T11:56:35.870+10:00BUTTERCUPS......"Why do they both have the same name??" she inquired.<br />
"That way, there's no confusion," I answered,<br />
"and besides, these Belted Galloways don't recognize<br />
the name itself, but the sound and the noise you make."<br />
Oreo cookie cows grazing in a field in Rockport, ME.<br />
Just makes you start talking crazy talk anyway. <br />
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.....LOUDmeow<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330252809314419709.post-55089168947473904512010-05-21T11:31:00.001+10:002010-05-21T11:31:33.846+10:00Exaggeration......"Then who did it?" she asked.<br />
"Certainly not the geese," I replied,<br />
"Tho they have been there awhile."<br />
"That would take a lot of geese," she <br />
estimated, "an awful, awful lot." <br />
"Heh, the geese we see are only the<br />
tip of the iceberg," I said, "but still, <br />
at least they piled it up nicely."<br />
<br />
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.....LOUDmeow <br />
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"I'm just really tied up right now." <br />
And just like that, the connection was dial-tone. <br />
I'm thinking it would have sounded better<br />
as an email and not a phone call.<br />
An email ending with a dial-tone sound.<br />
I'm working on it. I've dropped everything else.<br />
<br />
.....LOUDmeow<br />
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