Monday, February 2, 2009

Groundcat Day

So. Does that title make you want to throw up? Sorry. But I'm not about to trudge off to the ditch in search of a groundhog. Even technologically and scientifically challenged me can see that there is a shadow following The Cat.
And, The Cat, has equally been holed up this winter, albeit not in a ditchbank but rather in The Shop From Hell. Close enough. The Groundcat it is. Six more weeks of winter.
Mais, it will give me more time to have fun hunting the more elusive Mother-of-the-Groom dress; pre-moon-itions of things to come! Yes, I know the "i" is supposed to stay with the middle syllable. Really...just because I substitute a cat for a groundhog. Aren't you glad I don't cook groundhog.

8 comments:

Confusifying Linguification said...

I had to laugh at a neighbour's cat the other day. I saw the poor thing walking through the snow. In some places, the thin sheet of ice over the snow provided enough support; but in the spots where it was a little weaker, it fell face-first into the drifts!

Decadent Housewife said...

CL, You and I clearly have an English sense of humour. :)

Adeena said...

Love your Groundcat!! :D

We have to survive 6 more weeks of snow shoveling, mailbox-bashing snowplows, and Jack Russells who leap through 4 ft. snowbanks just to take a pee... but at least we're having a beautiful day today.

And yes, I must say, I'm glad that you don't cook groundhog. ;)

Decadent Housewife said...

Adeena, I wonder if maybe Jack Russels don't mind...the leaping part. This is the funniest thing I've heard all day. :)

Jeanne said...

Love and hugs
Love all you share
Jeanne

Patricia said...

Y'all are hysterical - the groundcat, the cat falling face-first into the snow and the leaping Jack Russel!!

A couple of weeks ago, we dogsat a friend's chiauaua over the weekend. Poor thing was one of the hairless types - not much bigger than a rat - and had to wear a puffy pink coat ALL THE TIME - even here in south Florida. I suspect she would never make it up there in the frozen north.

Despite being at least three times larger than this ratdog, my grandcat Nicky was scared to death of her. I suspect it had something to do with the pink coat.

Patricia said...

Ooops! I obviously meant "chihuahua".

Richard D said...

Oh no - the Ground Cat says there will be six more weeks of winter. For me, that means six more weeks of complaining that it's cold out (like 50 degrees and maybe even lower at times). I'm so glad I don't have to shovel snow.