The Hole in the Wall Gang

We bought our place out here going on three years ago. I find it hard to believe that time has passed by so quickly. We have made major, and I mean MAJOR changes here. We have conformed things to our liking as far as comfort and joy, prepared our garden space for the veggies, planted fruit trees, many fruit trees of apple, plum, peach and fig. We have muscadine vines started and of course there are flowers. What is a home ,without flowers. We're putting in the small ornamental fish pond next week and I so look forward to that. Which brings us to the heart of the story. When we moved here we brought with us our cats. We had our house cats and then we had the yard cats. The house cats, who prefer to be known as "the children" are Arial (my blogging buddy), Pyewackit (the Clown Prince) and Batgirl, the Sergeant at Arms. Now while Pye and Arial never leave the house, Batgirl does as she pleases, which is why she is Sergeant-at-Arms. She's the Calico, the ring leader of mirth and mayhem. She has one son who comes in for his daily beating then goes out to warn everyone else that she is about to enter the wild kingdom and she is not amused. Batgirl is seldom amused, though frequently amusing. Of our totally outdoor cats only one remains. His name is Pinky , a middle of the road man, loving one minute, aloof the next. When going to the vet for his rabies injections, he refuses to ride in a carrier with just anyone. He will only enter said carrier with the munchkin cat , (a gift from our neighbor )Peanut looks as if he could be Pinky's son. Yes, our neighbor, wonderful man really, gave us Peanut as a gift. Kind of like giving a cup of water to a drowning man. Because you see, after we moved in these other cats began riding in, sidling up to the bar and announcing, "make my Meow Mix...with a side of milk ,no rocks." There was Wonky, a Maine Coon, unneutered (and he began to prove it immediately. With him was a neutered pal we call CeeCee, a grey and white Maine Coon. If he were a person he would strongly resemble a Varsity Cheerleader (say Cary Grant in long flannels (grey) with a white sweater vest over a grey shirt. He even walks like a cheerleader.)) A few months after that "the Stranger" rode in. George Bailey is his son by some young camp follower who arrived with him.


Trouble is the son of Batgirl , and his daddy was a traveling salesman. Sold her a bill of goods and then hustled off to Buffalo, or parts unknown. Following Bob Barker's advice we did her a favor and spayed her. This could explain her attitude problems. A few weeks ago we noticed a larger version of Wonky. Very sweet natured guy, who upon further examination has been neutered. So, this wild bunch comes riding in early every morning , swagger in to the bar and demand breakfast (Kit and Kaboodle if there's no meow mix available, milk ,no rocks). The last one to show up we just call big purty...cause he's big. And he's purty. We should call him Sylvester, because that's who he looks like. Pinky and Peanut are the ranch owners who get overwhelmed by the cattle rustlers. No one fights with them, they just stay out of the way and say yes sir and no sir. Peanut comes in for therapy three times a day and a dressing down from Batgirl. Batgirl...she's more the Annie Oakley of the bunch than the Miss Kitty. She's not as nice as Miss Kitty, she doesn't pour drinks and she doesn't socialize with strangers. After a hard day of chasing grasshoppers, climbing as many trees as her schedule allows, she walks past the Hole in the Wall Gang, slapping each one on her way in and collapses in front of kitchen door for her nap before dinner. Chicken. Shake and Bake. Milk, water long side.





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Jana Banana tagged me for this last week and I'm late getting to it and for that I apologize to the darling Jana. I know you shouldn't upset expectant mommies, so here goes.





1.What if I could meet someone in the art world to chat with..I think it would have to be Gordon Rossitor of Australia. Most of the works I have read about are landscapes, some with people or animals included. I don't know why, but I find his work so appealing.









Rossitor's Kunderang Muster is pictured above. I covet it.

What if I could have one wish granted for the benefit of all mankind..I would wish that every living person had shelter. I think shelter is the most important thing in a person's life, shelter
no one can take away, a place where you are always welcome. From shelter you gain the courage to go out and find food. From food you gain the strength to procure work to provide other needs. Yes, shelter for the world.



.What if I could travel anywhere in the world...England...always England. So of course the rest of the Empire (I know, I know) Australia and in particular India. I find myself drawn to India nearly as as much as England (the Motherland).





What if I could live in a period other than the present, for 24 hours...I think we as human beings put our own mark on every period of history and unless something could be changed for the better (and I don't think it could be) then I would want to be standing at Lincoln's shoulder when he signed the Emancipation Proclamation. Not the full twenty four hours, just the few minutes it would take to be a part of such ground breaking history. And I would want to ask him if he was afraid of the coming storm.



What if I could make over three areas of my body...other than the weight that I gained after all the crappy health issues, I'm pretty well pleased with what I have. It's not great but I got it from my mother...I could never turn down a gift from my mother...and once the weight comes off, then I'm perfectly content.



Thank you Jana, that was a unique tag, and I enjoyed it.