It’s Malarkey Monday once again and another opportunity
for us to make you smile.
I found a few very funny things this week.
First up, a short video regarding what cats think:

I’ll have the chicken wings puhhlease . . .

Me and my relationship with StumbleUpon . . .

Please visit my fellow Malarkers!
Happy Monday!

Moe
Morky
Muffy

A happy birthday to the original cat whisperer, Pamd.
Love ya, milady.

~m

ps. she’s 35 again! Go figure.

I began reading the new Natalie Goldberg book  ‘Old Friend from Far Away’ a few days ago.
It’s a book custom-tailored for writers of memoir.
So far the book is quite good (like all of her books).
Page 14 has a prompt that I’ve decided to turn into a post.
The chapter is quite short:

“Die”
Tell me what you will miss when you die.

When I die there will be many things that I will miss.
This list went on for quite a few pages but I’ve chosen an abbreviated version for your perusal.
If I included food you’d be here for a few days.
I mostly chose things from the category ‘matters of the heart’.
Feel free to steal this as a ‘meme’.
For you writers visiting, it’s a wonderful exercise. Do it.
Even if you don’t consider yourself a writer, it’s worth your time.
You can look at some of the things that really make your life worthwhile.
Here I go.

I will miss:

-Whispers in the dark
-Pamela’s eyes, voice, face and beautiful soul
-hearing the phrase, “I love you, Daddy,” whispered in my ear
-my three beautiful girls
-the sound of little footsteps coming down the stairs on Christmas morning
-my sister, my twin, the other part of my very soul
-Caitlin’s smile
-Ryan’s loveable way (and awesome jumpshot)
-Billy’s laugh
-All the people I truly love (if I’ve talked to you in the past year, consider yourself on this list)
-a warm and gentle rain
-the silent beauty of falling snow (yeah, I wrote that)
-the sound of surf at the Cape
-the smell of freshly cut grass in late spring
-stars (especially the constellation Orion, someday possibly the Southern Cross)
-my cats purring
-Cuban cigars
-Guinness (or any fairly decent dark beer like Porter or Stout)
-Makers’ Mark
-writing with a nice fountain pen on some fine quality paper
-the feeling of creating
-entering ‘the Zone’  (artists of all kinds know about this one)
-music (playing and listening)
-my piano
-weekend phone calls to a country far, far away with two incredibly special people
-memories of the Camp
-Bermuda
-the aroma of an apple pie baked by my grandmother from summer’s long ago
-Blue Cheese
-Bill Hicks, Denis Leary, Sam Kinnison, George Carlin, Lewis Black and Dave Chapelle
-sunsets
-reading
-most importantly, my blog

And yes, I will dearly miss sex and exceptional breasts.
I’m not a freak.
Truthfully, what will you miss?

I like the fact that the name ‘Hannah’ is a palindrome.
And I love the fact that my wife and I chose to call our youngest daughter Hannah.
I’m not sure why the palindrome catches my attention but it just does.
Strange, huh?
I stumbled upon a madass comedian named Demetri Martin.
He loves palindromes.
(check out his nasty little 224 word work below, it can be read the same way in either direction)
I think he’s probably nuts but I love this kind of stuff anyway.
Hannah.
God, I love her name.

Dammit I’m mad.
Evil is a deed as I live.
God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt.
To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss.
Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help?
Man, it is hot. I’m in it. I tell.
I am not a devil. I level “Mad Dog”.
Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp,
In my halo of a mired rum tin.
I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.
Is evil in a clam? In a trap?
No. It is open. On it I was stuck.
Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web.
Be still if I fill its ebb.
Ew, a spider… eh?
We sleep. Oh no!
Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position.
Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name.
Both, one… my names are in it.
Murder? I’m a fool.
A hymn I plug, deified as a sign in ruby ash,
A Goddam level I lived at.
On mail let it in. I’m it.
Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet!
A loss it is alas (sip). I’d assign it a name.
Name not one bottle minus an ode by me:
“Sir, I deliver. I’m a dog”
Evil is a deed as I live.
Dammit I’m mad.

I’m thinking this could be an entire class for MrsV . . .

My heart went out to this little guy when I watched this video.
It’s more of a public service announcement than anything but if posting this saves
one cat like Charley, it was worth the ten minutes of my time.
Cerebellar hypoplasia is a disorder that affects both cats and dogs.
In a nutshell, the cerebellum is not completely mature at birth.
Watch the 2 minute video and pass a link onto anyone you know that loves their cats.
Rock on, Charley.

Yeah, the furry bastards are plotting to kill me.
I see it daily.
No idea when my untimely demise will be but yeah, they’re plotting something.
I can see it in their eyes.
Could be soon . . .  just don’t know
The irony is that I love my three cats.
But one has gone over to the dark side . . .

I can’t respond to any emails today
Something has crashed on my computer
and the mouse is missing.

(tnks to Gerry for the idea. I had to change the pic. This looks exactly like my male tabby Sherlock)

No witty commentary.
Just a short, funny video.
If you own a cat, you’ll get it, if not, you’ll get it anyway.
~m

A small tip of my hat to ICHC. I’ll admit, cats are a funny lot.
I still like Stuff on my Cat better . . .

~m

I got this from my good friend Carnealian who got it from Brian.
I don’t know who to thank but needless to say this video is the perfect example of early mornings in our house . . . X3
Laughed my keester off.
Enjoy.

~m

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