Steve`s Country
For a smile as wide as a country sunrise
Muffin’s Mewsings #1.
Hi everyone, I’m back again with more fun with my human! Sometimes I wonder how he ever survives, he’s always doing strange things. But he sure can be a lot of fun too! One day he took a bag of frozen veggies out and dropped it on the floor, open end down. Frozen veggie toys were all over the floor! Did I ever have fun chasing and playing hockey with them. My human was having fun too. He was waving his arms and running after me. Then he stepped on one of the frozen toys and started doing his happy dance and suddenly he sat down and hit his head against the cupboard. Not sure why he would want to do that, I think it would hurt.
But he sat there holding his head and doing that human purring, which he calls groaning. But if he’s purring, then I know he’s happy. Another time he was cooking his dinner and I was watching from the safety of the living room. I have learned it’s better that way. But he often drops some yummy food on the floor so I like to watch, just in case. My human is so nice that way, always thinking about me.
Anyway, he lifts a pot of corn off the stove and drops it on his foot! That must have hurt. That hot water and corn went everywhere. My human started doing his happy dance again. That is so much fun to watch when he does that. Then he must have hit a slippery spot on the floor and his arms were waving wildly in the air. Never can figure why he does that. Almost looks like he’s trying to fly. And the look on his face while he did this! Priceless! Then he decided to sit down, right where most of the corn was.
He finally got up and went and changed his clothes. He does that a lot. Then he comes back and looks at the mess he made. Just stands there looking at it. What an odd thing to do. Then last night while we were sitting together in our chair, my human was eating his dinner, and he was reading something. He wasn’t even looking at his food, so I looked to see if there was anything interesting. Nice ham, I love ham. So I started licking it, oh so good. Then my human looked over and saw me. You should have seen the look on his face that time, wow! He just stared at his ham. Very strange. And for some reason he didn’t eat anymore of it. I sure did.
He has been real good since he hurt himself though, not doing anything funny. Just being nice and sharing. Oh well, guess that’s all for now. Have a great week everyone!
Muffin, as meowed to Steve.
© 2019 Steve McLeod.
The Joys Of Moving.
Hello everyone! Have you ever experienced the joys of moving? I have. Many times actually. My parents moved a lot. I inherited that from them. So I move a lot. I will be sharing some moving stories with you today, and in the future. These are real stories. Actually happened the way I tell them. Quite amazing really.
One time dad and I were moving some stuff. He had this nice antique wood stove. It was a rather heavy thing. It was at their cottage and they wanted it in town. Fine. I suggested putting it in the living room. It would look nice there, I said. That way we could back right up to the front door and go straight in. Mom didn’t like the idea. She wanted it in the basement. That meant using the back door. And going down steep stairs. Why not? Who likes to do things the easy way? So we lift it off the truck. This thing is heavy, I said. What was your first clue?, replied dad.
Down the stairs we went. Dad at the bottom. Got about half way. Phone rings. Naturally, said dad. No problem, I’ll get it, I said. I dropped my end on the stairs. Needed a break anyway. As I left I could hear dad screaming. He was still screaming when I got back. You’re noisy today, I said. Bonehead, was all he said. I hope that phone call was important, he continued. Don’t know, whoever it was hung up, I said. Dad put his head down. He did that a lot. Seems he had a bit of trouble holding the wood stove, so it slid down the stairs a bit. Hmm, put big gouges in the stairs, I said. No doubt, said dad. Should have put it in the living room, I said. Should have had someone else help me, he said. Strange.
Another time it was raining. We were trying to get the couch out the door. Not easy. It was a big couch. And we had to turn a corner in the entry to get out the door. Dad went first. The couch got stuck half way. Don’t stop, I said, the couch is getting wet. So am I, said dad. Took a while, but we finally got it out the door and in the truck. By that time it was thoroughly soaked. So was dad. Shouldn’t stand out in the rain like that, I said, might get sick. Oddly, he didn’t say anything, just put his head down.
We had the same problem with their big bed. Dad suggested covering it with plastic. Except we didn’t have any. One of us would have to go to the store and buy some. I convinced dad that would take too long. All we need to do is walk real fast, I said. As soon as we got out the door it really started to rain. The bed got soaked. So did dad. But he was wet already. Oddly I did not get very wet. Dad said he could fix that. Strange. There was still that metal bed frame. I suggested folding it. Guess dad didn’t hear me. His hand was in the way. He screamed. He did that a lot for some reason. Sorry, I said. Carry it yourself, he said. Fine.
Now, honestly, it wasn’t my fault he bent over to pick up something just as I swung the bed frame around to go out the door. Thunk! Hit dad on the head. He sat down. And groaned. Tired?, I asked. Bonehead, he said rubbing his head. Should be wearing your hard hat, I said. I shouldn’t be in the same room with you, he said. Strange. Good thing I’m here to help, I said. Yeah, I might not get hurt, he said. The joys of moving.
All for now, I hope everyone has a wonderful day and God bless!
Steve and Muffin.
© 2019 Steve McLeod.
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