Alas, sadly — language is swiftly becoming a lost art … for humans, that is! Soon, they will forget the little that they know. An unhappy reality. Therefore, in order to enrich one on a daily basis, one should learn a word a day. For today, I have most wisely chosen the word flitter. Just this morning, I had placed my ever so fluffy self upon the dictionary as I was observing Mumzy create. For my charming and beloved Mumzy is a writer. Watching closely, I was making certain that she did not make any spelling errors. As is very well known, my Mumzy wrote the book — Cat Paws Through History, Ko-Ko the Cat Meets Napoleon Bonaparte. Please be aware of the fact that I am Ko-Ko the Cat! The book is all about — moi — the resident cat — as it should well be. Alas, as I was saying, my Mumzy was writing, and I was sitting upon the open dictionary — comfy and cozy as you please. Dictionaries are most comfortable books to sit upon — for a cat, that is — when suddenly I placed my ever so pudgy, furry paw upon the word —flitter. It was then that Mumzy quietly uttered in her precious, charming voice, “Flitter … what a wonderful word. I do believe that I shall use it in my next paragraph.” As usual, I had assisted Mumzy in her writing. Besides,  I rather enjoy hearing Mumzy utter the word flitter. It is a most curious word. For some reason, it reminds me of my whiskers. How? … One may ask. Do not worry, for enlightenment is to pounce upon us shortly. The word — flitter — according to the Webster’s New World Dictionary, upon which I sat so happily, is defined as, “flutter, or a person or thing that flies.” In reference to my beautiful, long whiskers — one of the definitions of the word flutter applies most appropriately. For in my particular case, flutter means, “to move with quick vibrations.” So true! Especially when I am observing the neighborhood birds or mice.Thus, upon this day, we have added to our much needed vocabulary, the words flitter and flutter. We now know more than what we knew a few moments ago. It is indeed a most satisfying feeling. We are rather proud of our accomplishment — are we not? You had better be nodding with a most pleasant smile upon your face. For, if perchance you are not — I am now glaring at you with my golden eyes! I dare say that it is not a glare of approval!

Ta-ta — along with a swift phffft! Behave yourselves, and please do remember that sitting upon dictionaries is only allowed to pussycats!

Alas, sadly — language is swiftly becoming a lost art … for humans, that is! Soon, they will forget the little that they know. An unhappy reality. Therefore, in order to enrich one on a daily basis, one should learn a word a day. For today, I have most wisely chosen the word flitter. Just this morning, I had placed my ever so fluffy self upon the dictionary as I was observing Mumzy create. For my charming and beloved Mumzy is a writer. Watching closely, I was making certain that she did not make any spelling errors. As is very well known, my Mumzy wrote the book — Cat Paws Through History, Ko-Ko the Cat Meets Napoleon Bonaparte. Please be aware of the fact that I am Ko-Ko the Cat! The book is all about — moi — the resident cat — as it should well be. Alas, as I was saying, my Mumzy was writing, and I was sitting upon the open dictionary — comfy and cozy as you please. Dictionaries are most comfortable books to sit upon — for a cat, that is — when suddenly I placed my ever so pudgy, furry paw upon the word —flitter. It was then that Mumzy quietly uttered in her precious, charming voice, “Flitter … what a wonderful word. I do believe that I shall use it in my next paragraph.” As usual, I had assisted Mumzy in her writing. Besides,  I rather enjoy hearing Mumzy utter the word flitter. It is a most curious word. For some reason, it reminds me of my whiskers. How? … One may ask. Do not worry, for enlightenment is to pounce upon us shortly. The word — flitter — according to the Webster’s New World Dictionary, upon which I sat so happily, is defined as, “flutter, or a person or thing that flies.” In reference to my beautiful, long whiskers — one of the definitions of the word flutter applies most appropriately. For in my particular case, flutter means, “to move with quick vibrations.” So true! Especially when I am observing the neighborhood birds or mice.Thus, upon this day, we have added to our much needed vocabulary, the words flitter and flutter. We now know more than what we knew a few moments ago. It is indeed a most satisfying feeling. We are rather proud of our accomplishment — are we not? You had better be nodding with a most pleasant smile upon your face. For, if perchance you are not — I am now glaring at you with my golden eyes! I dare say that it is not a glare of approval!

Ta-ta — along with a swift phffft! Behave yourselves, and please do remember that sitting upon dictionaries is only allowed to pussycats!

Please accept my sincere pussycat apologies for not having written earlier. It has indeed been a while since I have posted a blog. However, the neighborhood mice have kept me quite busy. They insist on setting up their place of residence within my territory. This is indeed quite unacceptable — A major No-No!!! — A faux-pas! — Please do not misunderstand. After all, I do indeed like all creatures great and small, and that includes mice. Alas, they are rather cute and fuzzy. Yet, when it comes to my territory, I draw the line. Quite simply — they are more than welcome for an occasional visit. Yet all visits must come to an end, however pleasant they are — and alas, one finds that it is time — to go home! — Well! — Needless to say, some of them were quite persistent, and were refusing to depart. Thus, though it was most unpleasant — I had no choice but to explain matters to them in a cool and collected manner with no fur rising, and no whisker twitching. I had to employ all of my inner pussycat strength in order to convey the fact that — enough was enough! This took time — a little more time than I had anticipated. Thus, the days went by, and my daily duties kept me incessantly busy. Then, Mumzy and I were quite busy working on the creation of my website. Also, many hours were spent in research for our future books. This took time as well. Yet, what can one say? It is what it is! Please do forgive me! I assure you — it shall not happen again! That is — to the best of my pussycat abilities. Phffft!

Please accept my sincere pussycat apologies for not having written earlier. It has indeed been a while since I have posted a blog. However, the neighborhood mice have kept me quite busy. They insist on setting up their place of residence within my territory. This is indeed quite unacceptable — A major No-No!!! — A faux-pas! — Please do not misunderstand. After all, I do indeed like all creatures great and small, and that includes mice. Alas, they are rather cute and fuzzy. Yet, when it comes to my territory, I draw the line. Quite simply — they are more than welcome for an occasional visit. Yet all visits must come to an end, however pleasant they are — and alas, one finds that it is time — to go home! — Well! — Needless to say, some of them were quite persistent, and were refusing to depart. Thus, though it was most unpleasant — I had no choice but to explain matters to them in a cool and collected manner with no fur rising, and no whisker twitching. I had to employ all of my inner pussycat strength in order to convey the fact that — enough was enough! This took time — a little more time than I had anticipated. Thus, the days went by, and my daily duties kept me incessantly busy. Then, Mumzy and I were quite busy working on the creation of my website. Also, many hours were spent in research for our future books. This took time as well. Yet, what can one say? It is what it is! Please do forgive me! I assure you — it shall not happen again! That is — to the best of my pussycat abilities. Phffft!

Well,…here I am! I must state that it has been a rather difficult summer.  As promised, I researched the matter of the Napoleon Pastry further. It is pronounced nuh-POH-lee-uhn…with a rather French pronunciation. This particular search site stated that the pastry was indeed developed in France: Apparently sometimes during the latter part of the 19th century. However, in Denmark, the story takes a different turn. For years, the Danish people have been told that the pastry was invented by a royal Danish pastry chef. It is said, that this pastry chef invented this spectacular feast which consists of layers of puff pastry, interspersed with pastry cream or whipped cream—with the top having a sprinkling of confectioner’s sugar and chocolate lines. This beautiful piece of pastry artistry was supposedly created upon the occasion of the state visit of Emperor Bonaparte. The visit was taking place in Copenhagen. Napoleon Bonaparte had come to visit the King of Denmark. It is also said that the chocolate lines, which decorated the top layer of the pastry, appeared to form the letter ‘N’—in honor of Napoleon. Another tale states that the pastry was indeed a French invention: That it was Napoleon’s favorite pastry. Some state that the Emperor ate so many pieces of the pastry—the night before the Battle of Waterloo—that it resulted in his defeat. Oh!…What a pity! After all, I was there. I could have quite simply asked him. Perhaps, this is why he had a tummy ache…If one wishes to know more, one should most definitely read my book, Cat Paws Through History, Ko-Ko the Cat Meets Napoleon Bonaparte. That is all! Ta-ta! Phffft!   

Well,…here I am! I must state that it has been a rather difficult summer.  As promised, I researched the matter of the Napoleon Pastry further. It is pronounced nuh-POH-lee-uhn…with a rather French pronunciation. This particular search site stated that the pastry was indeed developed in France: Apparently sometimes during the latter part of the 19th century. However, in Denmark, the story takes a different turn. For years, the Danish people have been told that the pastry was invented by a royal Danish pastry chef. It is said, that this pastry chef invented this spectacular feast which consists of layers of puff pastry, interspersed with pastry cream or whipped cream—with the top having a sprinkling of confectioner’s sugar and chocolate lines. This beautiful piece of pastry artistry was supposedly created upon the occasion of the state visit of Emperor Bonaparte. The visit was taking place in Copenhagen. Napoleon Bonaparte had come to visit the King of Denmark. It is also said that the chocolate lines, which decorated the top layer of the pastry, appeared to form the letter ‘N’—in honor of Napoleon. Another tale states that the pastry was indeed a French invention: That it was Napoleon’s favorite pastry. Some state that the Emperor ate so many pieces of the pastry—the night before the Battle of Waterloo—that it resulted in his defeat. Oh!…What a pity! After all, I was there. I could have quite simply asked him. Perhaps, this is why he had a tummy ache…If one wishes to know more, one should most definitely read my book, Cat Paws Through History, Ko-Ko the Cat Meets Napoleon Bonaparte. That is all! Ta-ta! Phffft!   

Perhaps, it is best to begin the week with a pussycat’s philosophical view…Basically, I am now going to tell you what I think!…Whether, you like it or not! Most often in the mornings, I place my furry body next to Mumzy as she sips her cup of coffee. Together, we watch our inspirational programs. For in this world, one is always in dire need of inspiration. My favorite quote for the day is the following: Stability releases ability! Resist being moody! Be a stable person!…Ta-ta!

Perhaps, it is best to begin the week with a pussycat’s philosophical view…Basically, I am now going to tell you what I think!…Whether, you like it or not! Most often in the mornings, I place my furry body next to Mumzy as she sips her cup of coffee. Together, we watch our inspirational programs. For in this world, one is always in dire need of inspiration. My favorite quote for the day is the following: Stability releases ability! Resist being moody! Be a stable person!…Ta-ta!

As promised, we will now begin the much anticipated discussion of the Battle of Waterloo. Please make certain that you do indeed take notes…One may become quite lost without the proper notes…whether one is a pussycat, or any other creature of a different variety. Now,…let us begin. The Battle of Waterloo was an horrendous battle. It was fought on Sunday, June the 18th, in the year 1815. The battle took place near Waterloo which is located in present day Belgium. At first, I thought that Waterloo was a bird named Loo which resided in water. How very foolish of me! However, how was I to know…I am merely a rather furry pussycat. Intelligent as I may be,…and I am indeed quite intelligent…I do not know everything! Therefore, when my Mumzy announced that we were travelling to Waterloo…I was at a complete loss…There!…I have said it! I am now done for the day…Ta-ta!  

As promised, we will now begin the much anticipated discussion of the Battle of Waterloo. Please make certain that you do indeed take notes…One may become quite lost without the proper notes…whether one is a pussycat, or any other creature of a different variety. Now,…let us begin. The Battle of Waterloo was an horrendous battle. It was fought on Sunday, June the 18th, in the year 1815. The battle took place near Waterloo which is located in present day Belgium. At first, I thought that Waterloo was a bird named Loo which resided in water. How very foolish of me! However, how was I to know…I am merely a rather furry pussycat. Intelligent as I may be,…and I am indeed quite intelligent…I do not know everything! Therefore, when my Mumzy announced that we were travelling to Waterloo…I was at a complete loss…There!…I have said it! I am now done for the day…Ta-ta!