Ask Miss C

Duchess from Durham, North Carolina writes...

You are always talking about rain, rain, rain
and your flooded backyard.
Where exactly do you live?

Miss C replies:

I live 'On Golden Pond'!
:::snicker:::

Ask Miss C: Bribery

Peaking Knees from Hong Kong writes:

"I'm bribed every day, too... and just want to compare notes. What are your terms for allowing YOUR Mom to leave every day?"

Miss C replies:

Here's how it all goes down. Mom and I meet at my food bowl. My eyes are cleared of all eye-boogies; I receive numerous smooches to the lips, while my neck receives passionate caresses... punctuated with a kiss on the top of my nose. And then I go in for the shnarf...

One of these:

Two of these:

And one of these:

Once she checks my mouth (yes... she checks my mouth! More on that later), I'm resolved to the fact that she's leaving. I pay little attention to when she says she's coming back, as she tends to exaggerate on the quick side.

Ask Miss C; Cart of Death

Buzzy from Lump Gulch City, Montana writes:

"What is the 'cart of death'?"

Miss C replies:
Living in the city is not like living in the country.
The deceased may not always be placed restfully in terra firma....
but in the "cart of death".

Ask Miss C: Rouse

Welcome to the inaugural segment of my new series, in which I reply to questions posed to me by my faithful readers.

Hunter from Huntsville, Alabama writes:

"Whattahell's a rouse?"

Miss C replies:

Though I present myself here as a refined authoress,
prima ballerina and mannerly city girl,
I am also well in touch with my Alabama born, country gal roots...
therefore, I understand the exact nature of Mr. Hunter's question.
For my readers in other parts of the country,
allow me to rephrase the interrogative expression:

"What, exactly, is a 'rouse'?"

A rouse is a rat, or a mouse, or anything in between...
basically anything without hair on its tail, that ain't a possum.
For example, the recent victim of my enthusiastic chase,
looked mostly like this:

Photo courtesy of Wikipedia: Look up Brown Rat!

And yet, had the innocent disposition
and kind eyes of this one...
she was awfully close to the fence, too:

Photo courtesy of Wikipedia: Look up Wood Mouse!

Ask Miss C

An Introduction
A New Blog Feature

By popular demand,
I will paws, from time to time,
to answer the questions of my faithful readers!

So, ask away, my dear compawdres!