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Take 2: Two minutes of catnip, that is!
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A Pet’s Prayer: Sweet Dreams
A Pet’s Prayer
Thank you, Lord, each day
For the victuals I am fed
Petting and brushing
And my soft, billowy bed
Thank you for the extra treats
Persistently when I’m good
Especially the catnip
Dusted along the faux wood
Thank you for safe keeping
As I scamper and play
Climbing trees, chasing bugs
During the night and day
Thank you for my humans
So loving and kind
Who clean up my messes
And don’t even mind
After all the thanks
I must surely add
I’m truly feline
For this I am glad
If I should die
And it seem unfair
Please let them know
I’m in Heaven’s care
To them you see
I am their child
They need to know
For me you smile
©2013 catnipoflife
Sharla Lee Shults
“If we treated everyone we meet with the same affection we bestow upon our favorite cat, they, too, would purr.”
—Martin Buxbaum (Author, photographer, artist and humorist, 1912–1991)
Sweet Dreams!
Kitten in the Snow
With winter comes days that chill right to the bone. Unlike our furry friends, we don our heavy coats, boots, woolen socks, mittens and scarves to ward off the bite of the frigid air. Of course, we know the soft fur of our little friends keeps them warm without the need for all the extra ‘gear’ but that does not necessarily mean they do not feel the cold.
BUT… does the cold inevitably keep them indoors? See the slideshow ‘Come play with me!’ after the poem!
Winter’s Berth
A mound of silky white fur
Amid cushions of bottle green
Reflects hues of icy blue
Off crystal dewdrops barely seen
Teeny tiny silver moons
Draping from hairy stems
Tickle a pink little nose
Like frosty pearlized gems
Stretching and yawning
Rising above home turf
Tiny paws reach forth
Scratching in winter’s earth
Within a few steps
Visions begin to blur
Chilly winter winds
Softly lift the long fur
Delicate hints of sunlight
Peeping through bleak gray skies
Grant fleeting moments of warmth
Around wide-open eyes
Suddenly through the bitterness
A little hand reaches down
“Nosy Nettie, why are you here
Among plumage turned gray brown?”
With a special purr-r-r
Ever so thankful to be found
The snow white fur ball
Bids farewell to the cold, cold ground
©2012 catnipoflife
Sharla Lee Shults
The purr from cat to man says, ‘You bring me happiness; I am at peace with you.’
—Barbara L. Diamond (Writer, n.d.)
Touch of Catnip: Come play with me!
Join Me in a Cup of Coffee
Len of myownheart.me has asked that I join her for a cup of coffee…
1) How many cups of coffee per day?
One cup in the morning…half at the time: 1/2 before breakfast, 1/2 with breakfast. THEN, one to two cups of cappuccino in the afternoon!!!!!
2) What is your favourite caffeine delivery system?
That would be chocolate…chocolate covered caramels! Of course, the frozen Twix is to die for!
3) What was your best cup of coffee?
Definitely the cappuccino…yum!
4) What was your worst cup of coffee?
Starbuck’s YUCK!! Don’t ever order black coffee!
5) What does your favourite mug say?
Mickey Mouse…LOL 
6) How do you take your coffee?
BLACK in the morning!!
7) When was your first cup?
I have absolutely no idea. I do remember taking it with cream and sugar but got rid of both through the years.
8) Have you ever gone on a coffee tea date?
Nope. Is this one? If so, it is my first
The most difficult part is not the receiving the invitation nor thanking the sender. It is not even the questions for these require fairly simple answers without a great deal of thought and are truly fun to think about. Hardest for me is the giving…who to invite? Who not to invite? Is there anyone I would NOT like to join me in a cup of coffee?
Since joining the blogosphere I have met so many wonderful people and established some of the best friendships ever! I want to THANK all of my visitors and followers for stopping by for a little catnip to hopefully carry you through the day with a smile.
My Invitation…
It is with thankfulness and gratitude that I invite all readers of this blog post for coffee. In accepting the invitation, Like and/or leave a comment, copy the questions, answer and post to your site along with your invites.
Have fun and have a cup of coffee while completing your post and invitations. If you don’t like coffee, have a cup of tea or whatever you prefer. Just enjoy the day and smile 🙂
Complete this sentence: A morning without coffee is…
SMILE!
Smiley faces, smiles within
Today is Monday
Let the smiles begin!
Smile today, tomorrow, too
Keep on smiling
The whole week through!
Smile! Smile! Smile!
Legend & claims resound
Takes more muscles to frown
Generation upon generation has passed along the saying “it takes less muscles to smile than to frown.” If this is true, then one might conclude smiling requires less muscles, thus burning less calories and thereby conserving energy. As with many things passed along through the ages and having been around so long, the cultural landscape of this saying has taken on wide interpretations and variances in recorded data. Let’s take a look and see if there are indeed supportive facts or is this simply a statement of fireside chatter?
Remember the game where a line of people stood along a wall, one person whispered a phrase or statement into the next person’s ear and that person whispered to the next person, and so on? It became a hit because the last person in the line had to repeat aloud an interpretation of what he/she heard and it rarely, if ever, sounded anything like it started! Sometimes it became so distorted it did not even make sense but it certainly brought on its share of smiles and laughter.
Keeping that scenario in mind think about the saying “it takes more muscles to smile, than to frown” but in the context of actual numbers, i.e., how many muscles it takes to smile vs. the number of muscles it takes to frown. As with the little game and because the saying is so widespread, the number of muscles to form both expressions has changed from telling to telling. Different people hear it differently and pass along supposedly the version they heard as absolute truth with absolute certainty…without a shadow of doubt!
From Snopes.com, here is a sampling of some ways this saying has been interpreted and passed along.
It takes 13 muscles to smile and 33 to frown. Why over work? (Washington Post, 5 December 1982)
It takes four muscles to smile, 20 to frown and roughly 317 to appear amused when a Celine Dion imitator, who happens to be a man, sings a song about, er, flatulence. (The Denver Post, 29 September 1998)
Don’t they know it is said you use 35 muscles to frown and four to smile. Don’t tire yourself! ([Queensland] Sunday Mail, 18 August 1991)
It takes 50 muscles to make a frown – but only 13 to produce a smile. (From a 1931 book)
To me, the best comes from the scientists. They conclude it takes 41 muscles to frown and 17 to smile. Makes you wonder…um-m-m-m?
Scientists have WAY too much time on their hands!
Frowning does use more muscles and as a result, burns more calories!
Conclusion: On a diet? SMILE more!
What are your plans for today? Will you fill the day with smiles or mope around feeling blue? Mondays ARE a new beginning!
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If you are not smiling by now, start dancing! Ever seen anyone frowning on a dance floor? Dance in the kitchen, dance down the hall, dance on your way to the bathroom! Dance! Get the picture? Dance & bring on the smiles!
Push it to the Limit
Hello, world! Here we are Day 2 in 2013, full of vim and vigor with a bounce in our steps, rip-roaring and ready to go! Yep, New Year’s Eve has passed hopefully with at least a wee bit of sleep, New Year’s Day is over with bellies full of black-eye peas cooked with hog jowl and collard greens simmered in broth seasoned with country ham! And, don’t forget the cornbread…fried crisp and thin resembling doilies made of the finest lace. Of course, that is the Southern way and I can’t help it it you are NOT from the south. That means you just missed out, Bubba! [OK, lots of laughter here, my Northern and Western friends!]
Since catnip is all about feeling go-o-o-o-od let’s start this year off with a touch of catnip for the funny bone. Let’s tickle that fancy, wiggle to the beat and simply roll over laughing.
Afterward we can get serious but right now let’s just enjoy…
Ready? Get set. Go!
What do you say in making this year the best ever…
the most enjoyable,
the most loving,
the most productive,
the most memorable
You pick the category, pick them all, you decide…
It is YOUR life, YOUR year! Make it what YOU want it to be!
Push it to the limit!
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The Purr-fect Cat Burglar
Touch of Catnip:
Be careful where you hide your Christmas gifts this year! There may be more than one Clepto!
Thanksgiving Blessings to Everyone!
Catnip is excited to offer all her followers and visitors many Cat Thanksgiving Blessings. So, without further ado and with special Happy Thanksgiving blessings from Foxie and Boots.
ENJOY!
BE SURE TO SCROLL DOWN TO THE VIDEO!
FOXIE: “Turkey’s purrfect, you say?”
BOOTS: “Yes, ma’am, me-owee ready!”
FOXIE: “Turkey’s purrfect, you say?”
BOOTS: “Yes, ma’am, me-owee ready!”
And to really top it off. . .
PHOTOS: 27 Animals Who Are Deep In Thought
See on Scoop.it – catnipoflife
Presenting: Animals who are in deep thought…and we humans ‘think’ we are the only thinkers!
See on www.huffingtonpost.com
Reblog from brucelouisdodson:
We probably have all at some point in time gone through a move to a new location or perhaps many moves. Some of these with and some without pets. For those who have moved with pets, how often have you truly thought about the ‘thoughts’ of your pet during this time? You know, it can actually be very traumatic.
“With their qualities of cleanliness, discretion, affection, patience, dignity, and courage, how many of us, I ask you, would be capable of becoming cats?” – Fernand Mery Her Majesty the Cat
A Rainy Day in Seattle
I’ve found a nice warm spot to nap, but it’s a gloomy rainy afternoon and I’m having a bad hair day. It’s been over forty hours since my last grooming and I’ve got a snarl between my shoulders I can’t reach. The woman of the house has been in constant motion, peripatetic the humans would say – running up and down the stairs, taking stuff out of closets and stuffing them in boxes. I’m starting to dream about boxes, they’re everywhere. I’m not even curious about them any more. I just wish they’d stray in the same place for at least a week. Is that too much to ask?
She’s gone past me three times as I write this, last time with a load of laundry. What is her problem with odor? Now what? She’s back again, and with the cursed wind…
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