Category: Funny Stuff

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Masha Is Back

Oooh, lookey what I got in the mail today. A fun little package from far, far away…

Moscow to be exact. No, no…it’s not from my boy. He’s on the other side of the country and nowhere near Moscow. I know exactly what this little parcel is because I ordered it myself.

I found them on ebay a month or so ago and couldn’t control my clicking finger. Do you recognize these two adorable critters? Let me give you a hint. Before the Bald Kid left for Siberia, I did a post about his preparations and the adventure he was having learning the Russian language. It was called Masha and the Bear.

Well, my friends–this is Masha…

and this is the Bear.

These guys are the stars of an adorable Russian TV show that Miss Chompy has fallen in love with. Of course, we have no clue exactly what they are saying to each other, but it’s still worth watching, because you can pretty much figure out what’s going on even if your Russian is rusty.

I mean, after all–it’s a kid’s show.

And let me tell you, this gal knows who these guys are. They’ve been friends for years.

She doesn’t seem to even notice that they aren’t speaking English. I think it has to do with laughter being the universal language…or something.

Now if I can just get this video clip to work…

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Stealth Mode

So there we were, minding our own business, playing with Mr. Magoo just enjoying his soft squishy, babyness. There’s just something so magic and nearly edible about these new little souls–don’t you think?

Anyway, Miss Chompy was happily content, in the other room playing with that most reluctant kitty–Jiff. At least, we thought she was.

Fine. We didn’t actually see her, but we could hear her giggling. Jiffy is a pretty funny cat after all.

Come to think of it, there was a lot of giggling…

just outside my bedroom door.

Who knew that Miss Chompy was actually…

a Ninja?

 

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AHHHHhhhh! Part 2 or Fate of the Baby Mouse

Since many of you have asked about the little mouse–I’ll tell you.

I almost, almost want to say that he was kinda cute–except that he was a mouse. Blaugh. Seriously, he was so little. Like the top joint of my thumb.

The cats have been soooo good at keeping us mouse free for like 15 years, but I think they are getting old and tired. Pretty sure Beany would have loved that little fellow for lunch–provided we handed it to him on a plate.

But I’m just not that accommodating or barbaric. Not to mention it would have made me sick. So, no.

I was as brave as my lame capabilities would allow but Jillian and Lyndi took more pictures than I did.  You should have seen them. They were very brave.

Lyndi finally scooped him up into an ice cream bucket and Jillian took him outside to live…or perish… in the periwinkle.

To date…his fate is unknown.

His family, on the other hand was not so lucky. Lazy cats or no lazy cats–we don’t do mice around here. Trust me on this.

Nate lifted Jiffy up into the ceiling and left her there to…ummm…roam.

From the sound of her skittering feet, I’d say she was very busy for a couple hours…and seemed quite content when she came down.

I’m never good with all the gory details, but as long as the little fiends are no longer with us–so to speak- I’m good.

Now, can we please go back to “Mouse free since ’93?”

Sheesh.