Pinkster relates

Mama found this site on the net.

http://www.mycathatesyou.com/cats

Let me tell you, I know. I've seen the indignities, have suffered a few of my own. Lately Mama has been "modelling" her jewellry on us - Bebe gets the most of it, being all black and Mama says her fur was made for showcasing her beads. I've not been cornered yet with this atrocity - she tells me that "These are girly things, not for kingly cats such as yourself." Harumph...I would make just as good of a model...however, I am told by the others that wearing Mama's stuff is bothersome, catches in the fur, and she won't let you chew on them, even though they have the right texture for potential crunchiness. Mama assures me she'll be making things that I can wear in the future, and has eyed up my white-as-snow chest for showcasing the darker colored things that don't show up on Bebe. The other girls are tortoiseshell - a motley crew (haha) - and they don't wear things nicely either, unless they are big, clunky and bright.

Mama's Reading:

"Villa Incognito" by Tom Robbins. There is a wonderful passage in there that she intends to copy out and put somewhere which she found amusing and thought-provoking all at the same time, which is what Mr Robbins is very very good at. She got this book at the library, the only one she doesn't own (unless she never finds her copy of Jitterbug Perfume which she might have lent out but she remembers it last being on the nightstand).

Mama's Listening to:

Noises of recess from the playground across the street. Much squealing and yelling and undecipherable words.

Over and Out,
Pinky

Bebe Announces:

First of all, Mama has found a new blog which she is keeping a close eye on. Its http://teho.vox.com/ and there are videos!!! New born kittens!!! The "Teho's" are a cat foster family in the States and had taken in a pregnant mamacat and she had the kittens and its all carefully documented on this site. Mama is very excited and reliving my younger years vicariously thorugh this site...there are videos from April and March which show kittens at the age I was when Mama brought me home, and she figures I was 7 - 10 days old. Yes, I was that wobbly and that small - she said she got me the day my ears popped open but weren't fully up.

I was cute then, I'm cute now. But you can check out the videos anyway to really see how cute I was. Just imagine me there...

Anyway, Mama's beading, of course. Her friend Bev introduced her to a lady in the Golden Mile mall, and her beadwork is on sale there now! She says its commission work, meaning she gave them her stuff without getting any money but she is hopeful that some pieces sell. The lady is interested in her cell phone charms so Mama will be getting more of those on the go after she gets some more crimping beads. Meanwhile, she is beading a lampshade for Bev, which is turning out to be quite the project - she realizes it will take MUCH more time before she gets the trim done, never mind the dangly bits.

Mama's Reading:

Bead Magazines. They are back issues from the library and she's learned a few new tricks already!

Mama's Listening to:

Amputechture by the Mars Volta. She really likes their music and wishes she could own the cds outright instead of borrowing and burning, but there you go.

Mama tried getting some of the Spanish lyrics into English with Babelfish, but it didn't make sense at all, so you'll just have to hum along with her as she hasn't a clue what they are singing about in half their songs.

watching you from the cupboard above the fridge,
Bebe

There were NO witnesses

Mama's first cigarette of the day was interupted by a robin flying into the front window. There is a small circle of feathers still on the window...none of us saw it but Mama told us about it. The impact almost gave Mama a heart attack. We still haven't seen it, although Mama says it is clearly visible on the second step...I guess you don't see what you aren't looking for.

The body is still there, although she's called her brother Nick to come and remove the poor thing, which means she'll be off to church as "payment", much to her dismay. She had planned a day of beading and sleeping, as she was all over town yesterday with Rhonda, shopping, and wore the wrong shoes for that much foot travel, and is all achy and tired physically and just wants the comfort of silence today. Silence isn't a reality at church - there is much singing and clapping hands and a fire-and-brimstone preacher job to sit through, all over loudspeakers which aren't really a necessity in the room.

Mama's Reading: Lots of bead books. She's trying out new things! Today she's learning how to make a beaded square, like a dice. Friday she learned how to make rings.

Mama's internal receiver is tuned into: the Mars Volta, still.

http://www.themarsvolta.com/

She notices that they will be on the Henry Rollins Show (Independent Film Channel) on the 27th, which she's going to have to order up from SaskTel in order to watch it (which isn't hard, as she likes the channel on the whole). She's very excited about this, and has even written it down on the calendar. She's added them as friends on her MySpace even!

If you go to http://www.myspace.com/themarsvolta you can hear L'via L'viaquez, which is half in Spanish and half in English and goes from busy to mellow and back to busy and then mellow. Mama's going to listen to the other songs on the site as she's never heard them before...

She's hearing snippets of trumpets and guitar and drums and the occasional chorus line.

Purring into a sleep in C formation...
Miss Sissy Hankshaw

Mama's got a brand new bed

Miss V'lu reporting to you, LIVE from the living room...

Well yesterday was a wierd day - Mama got up and started cleaning immediately then suckered us all into the red room where we sat for an hour and a half, all none too pleased, but towards the end of our incarceration we heard strangers in the house and different noises. When Mama let us out, we found out we had a new big bed!

There is a boxspring and two mattresses. Its super high off the ground, and Mama put a chair up for Pinky so he could get up there too. We all slept on it at once, it DOES sleep six, but Mama says its no bigger than the old bed.

My cover is blown however, because of this new bed - Mama caught me and Bebe sleeping bum-to-bum on it and I didn't kick Bebe's ass like I usually do. So now Mama thinks we're all okay here...which I guess we are...but still.

Mama's not reading and has no tune in her head today!

This is Miss V'lu signing off now...

Miss V'lu's News

Okay...so Mama has gotten into the spring clean thing, and is busy Freecycling stuff. She told me she wants to get rid of EVERYTHING, so it will be an interesting process. She got rid of a box of stuff from the bedroom and will look at her clothes again, however she weeded them out last year so I'm sure there won't be much now. Her next project is the living room and shelves - some of the things in here are not used and only kept for sentimental reasons and she is, for the first time, weighing out the sentimental things. I think she used to put too much stock on gifts received.

She also tells me we're thinking about moving. I don't think I like moving...the last time, I hid in the wardrobe for two days before investigating. She doesn't think she'll be able to get a big place like this again so it is important for her to get rid of a lot of stuff. In my opinion, she could get rid of some of the other beings around here...but I doubt she'll be doing that, so I'll just keep an eye on what's leaving the house and who's coming to pick it up.

Mama's been beading like crazy lately. She's come up with three more designs for anklets, but I think she's only going to do two of them as the third one took her three hours to finish! It wouldn't be cost-productive, is what she says, although it is very pretty. It was a good thing she made it to fit herself, as there won't be many more like it.

Mama's trying to read around me:

A whack of Asterix books, written by Rene Goscinny and illustrated by Albert Uderzo. These have been enjoyed by her since she was in highschool, when she first read them. She says its good to revisit them every ten years or so. Anyway, she got out 10 of them from the library and is reading them before bed.

Mama's still singing in her head:

After watching "Festival Express" on Movie Central, a show where the Grateful Dead, the Band, Janis Joplin and a few others travelled by train across Canada in 1970. It is on again Sunday night at 11:15pm, and I bet she'll watch it again!

And when you walk around the world, babe,You said you’d try to look for the end of the road,You might find out later that the road’ll end in Detroit,Honey, the road’ll even end in Kathmandu.You can go all around the worldTrying to find something to do with your life, baby,When you only gotta do one thing well,You only gotta do one thing well to make it in this world, babe.You got a woman waiting for you there,All you ever gotta do is be a good man one time to one womanAnd that’ll be the end of the road, babe,I know you got more tears to share, babe,So come on, come on, come on, come on, come on,And cry, cry baby, cry baby, cry baby.

Cry Baby, Janis Joplin

Snoozing by the cold air register in the hallway...

V'lu