This being Monday, I thought that I would share the following with you. This is one of my favorite prayers. Purr-haps it will bring you peace.

GOD grant me the serenity to accept the things that I can not change … the courage to change the things I can … and the wisdom to know the difference.

Having said that … I bid you adieu. Phffft!

This being Monday, I thought that I would share the following with you. This is one of my favorite prayers. Purr-haps it will bring you peace.

GOD grant me the serenity to accept the things that I can not change … the courage to change the things I can … and the wisdom to know the difference.

Having said that … I bid you adieu. Phffft!

A new word a day keeps the doctor away: According to this pussycat, that is. Healthy words are healthy for one, and unhealthy words can make one ill. Therefore, it is quite important as to what one thinks, hears, sees and reads. Having said that, I will now introduce you to the word of the day which is the word — forefront. According to the Webster’s New World Dictionary, the word forefront, which is a noun, has the following meaning: “1. the extreme front. 2. the position of most activity, importance, etc.” I wonder, per chance, if the word could be applied in any way to pussycats? Makes one question as to how many times, one can actually apply the word forefront to one’s vocabulary on a daily basis. It would make one sound rather literate … do you not believe so? Making certain that Mumzy gives me a nice tummy rub is forefront in her list of to do things. So there! I did it, and I am a pussycat. It should therefore be much easier for humans to try to implement the word — forefront — into their daily language. Practice! Practice! Practice! After all, you are human, and do you not consider yourselves to be the most intelligent species? A matter of mere opinion, I would say — mostly the opinions of humans — certainly not pussycats! Need I say more? I do not believe so! Phffft! Oh what a bother!

Ta-ta for now! Have a most furry weekend, and with that I bid you adieu. Phffft!

A new word a day keeps the doctor away: According to this pussycat, that is. Healthy words are healthy for one, and unhealthy words can make one ill. Therefore, it is quite important as to what one thinks, hears, sees and reads. Having said that, I will now introduce you to the word of the day which is the word — forefront. According to the Webster’s New World Dictionary, the word forefront, which is a noun, has the following meaning: “1. the extreme front. 2. the position of most activity, importance, etc.” I wonder, per chance, if the word could be applied in any way to pussycats? Makes one question as to how many times, one can actually apply the word forefront to one’s vocabulary on a daily basis. It would make one sound rather literate … do you not believe so? Making certain that Mumzy gives me a nice tummy rub is forefront in her list of to do things. So there! I did it, and I am a pussycat. It should therefore be much easier for humans to try to implement the word — forefront — into their daily language. Practice! Practice! Practice! After all, you are human, and do you not consider yourselves to be the most intelligent species? A matter of mere opinion, I would say — mostly the opinions of humans — certainly not pussycats! Need I say more? I do not believe so! Phffft! Oh what a bother!

Ta-ta for now! Have a most furry weekend, and with that I bid you adieu. Phffft!

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!