Trixie Hits the Big Screen!
No photos of Trixie this time, but I must tell you, her little shenanigans last week--hey, I didn't know cats could blog, did you? Anyway, her little posting back-fired on her---or maybe this is what she intended: her pictures were up on the Big Screen at Eagleville Bible Church last week, and she was used as a sermon illustration about what happens when the world makes you look like something you're not. (Personally, I think Pastor Bill was really reaching on that and just wanted to poke fun at Trixie's expense.)
Anyway, here's what some of you had to say about it--I don't understand why it sounds like I'm to blame. I tell you, the cat can blog!
Patti said...
oh am I glad you are not in charge of MY image! Hilarious.
Margo said...Sooo funny! Thanks for the laugh.It's going to give me a laugh every time I look at it.
What in the world did you do to that cat?! Mom Hardy
Mimzie said... I think you are having too much fun with my cat! Ha, Ha. Enjoy her.
And look at this one, Tammy is really ticked, and she sent me this email, but apparently Trixie can email, too. Hey, Tammy, why didn't you ever come rescue her Highness?
Tammy emailed . . . What have you done? I am reporting you to PETA and the American Barber Association! I am coming to rescue that cat while you are gone!
We allow long hair in this house, as you can see--------------------in this photo of Sam.
Trixie's email reply (which I found in the "Sent" file of my hotmail when we got home--ha ha Trixie, nothing is ever lost in cyberspace) . . .
Tammy,
Where Are you?I've been waiting all day, running back and forth from the front window to the computer--expecting my chauffer and limo, or at least an update on my rescue at any moment.I'm near exhaustion.So tell your driver I'm waiting. My red velvet cushion is all I need. He can carry me out on it.I expect your cupboards to be well stocked with tuna packed in spring water, not oil. I also like it served in Waterford crystal, 3 inch stemware is best for me. If you truly want to please me you may have some fresh salmon flown in from the West Coast, but they musn't dilly dally. Only the freshest will do. I don't want it sitting in a warehouse overnight.Once your first-born gets shaved you may have your beautician use his fur as hair extensions for me, but she must be highly skilled. I simply cannot tolerate ineptitude.
You must hurry. I can't tell you what a hell hole I've been forced to live in. The living conditions are disgusting. I have to leap up on the bed all by myself. The ultra plush microfleece blanket I curl up in is white, and really, royal blue would be such a better color for me.
Be sure to announce my arrival so the royal court is standing at the ready.
Queen Trixie of Centerville
Aside from this little tempest in a teapot, we had a lovely time in NY. The snow was beautiful, the guys got to ski, Elaine's cooking was great.
Check back next week to see if I can post a video of our Coke and Mentos moment! Thanks for checking in on me . . .
WRITING UPDATE: I hope to finish the book proposal this week and send it to an editing service that will clean up my mistakes before I submit it to publishers.
Anyway, here's what some of you had to say about it--I don't understand why it sounds like I'm to blame. I tell you, the cat can blog!
Patti said...
oh am I glad you are not in charge of MY image! Hilarious.
Margo said...Sooo funny! Thanks for the laugh.It's going to give me a laugh every time I look at it.
What in the world did you do to that cat?! Mom Hardy
Mimzie said... I think you are having too much fun with my cat! Ha, Ha. Enjoy her.
And look at this one, Tammy is really ticked, and she sent me this email, but apparently Trixie can email, too. Hey, Tammy, why didn't you ever come rescue her Highness?
Tammy emailed . . . What have you done? I am reporting you to PETA and the American Barber Association! I am coming to rescue that cat while you are gone!
We allow long hair in this house, as you can see--------------------in this photo of Sam.
Trixie's email reply (which I found in the "Sent" file of my hotmail when we got home--ha ha Trixie, nothing is ever lost in cyberspace) . . .
Tammy,
Where Are you?I've been waiting all day, running back and forth from the front window to the computer--expecting my chauffer and limo, or at least an update on my rescue at any moment.I'm near exhaustion.So tell your driver I'm waiting. My red velvet cushion is all I need. He can carry me out on it.I expect your cupboards to be well stocked with tuna packed in spring water, not oil. I also like it served in Waterford crystal, 3 inch stemware is best for me. If you truly want to please me you may have some fresh salmon flown in from the West Coast, but they musn't dilly dally. Only the freshest will do. I don't want it sitting in a warehouse overnight.Once your first-born gets shaved you may have your beautician use his fur as hair extensions for me, but she must be highly skilled. I simply cannot tolerate ineptitude.
You must hurry. I can't tell you what a hell hole I've been forced to live in. The living conditions are disgusting. I have to leap up on the bed all by myself. The ultra plush microfleece blanket I curl up in is white, and really, royal blue would be such a better color for me.
Be sure to announce my arrival so the royal court is standing at the ready.
Queen Trixie of Centerville
Aside from this little tempest in a teapot, we had a lovely time in NY. The snow was beautiful, the guys got to ski, Elaine's cooking was great.
Check back next week to see if I can post a video of our Coke and Mentos moment! Thanks for checking in on me . . .
WRITING UPDATE: I hope to finish the book proposal this week and send it to an editing service that will clean up my mistakes before I submit it to publishers.
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