Mom made up a new song today… it goes something like this:
Merida the red-nosed meowser
Has a very shiny nose
And if you ever saw it
You could even say it glows
All of the other meowsers
Used to laugh and call her names
They never let poor Merida
Join in any meowser games
Then one foggy meowser-Christmas Eve
Minnie came to say,
"Merida, with your nose so bright,
Won’t you guide my sleigh tonight?”
Then all the meowsers loved her
As they shouted out with glee,
"Merida, the red-nosed meowser,
You’ll go down in meowsery!”
Not quite sure how I feel about this song yet. But Mom won’t stop singing it.
Mischievous Merida — Now on Facebook!
One of Mom’s friends said that I should start a Facebook page — and so I have! Come find me on Facebook under “Mischievous Merida”!
Thanks for the idea, Michele!
So, since Mom and Dad are packing up everything (which I still don’t understand), Mom decided to let Minnie and me into the office while she worked on some school projects.
Here is the difference between me and Minnie in the office:
At which point after Mom stopped yelling at me for walking on the books (some may or may not have almost fallen on her) I did this:
Which this isn’t anything new, I’ve been up on these blinds before. But then they decided to come tumbling down, and then I ended up here:
I’m out of timeout now, clearly (was only in there for a few minutes), as I’m writing this blog.
Still, I don’t think I’ll ever understand why Mom doesn’t like having me in the office. I can’t see it. Can you?
Dad told Mom that I was being really mischievous last night. Once again, I’m being misrepresented and my intentions are being skewed. I unpacked all of the bubble wrap so that it was all laid out and ready to go for when Mom and Dad wanted to start packing dishes. Then I went over and was trying to get the PS3 ready for packing as well. I squeezed beside it in its cubby, but couldn’t figure out how to unplug the cords in the back. So I figured the least I could do was turn it on and eject the disk that was inside so that it doesn’t get separated from its packaging.
Dad was not pleased! He told Mom that I was “freaking out” and “being a spazz” about the bubble wrap, that I was being loud and meowing (I was giving instructions!), and that I just turned on the PS3 to get attention!
Talk about just trying to help.
This is where I like to sleep on those cold, long winter nights. It’s super warm and snuggly :)
Minnie (with the aid of the boxes) made it up on this side of the kitchen for the first time the other day. As you can see, I was trying to enjoy some private time in my box of solitude. So much for “no sisters allowed.”
I’ve been helping Mom pack a lot. Boxes are one of my favorite things.
Scariest Thing Ever
Mom was singing and I kept staring at her, so she decided to chase me around the apartment and serenade me.
Most terrifying thing I’ve ever encountered.
So, as some of you may have seen in some of the older pictures I have posted, I like to climb and play on top of the blinds. Lately it’s been wobbling a lot, and both Mom and Dad have told me that one day it’s going to slide off and I am going to fall. (They were especially being aggressive about it after I fell off of the bookshelf trying to catch a bug).
Well it happened today. Twice. Once during me and Minnie’s 4am play-time (Mom was not happy that the crash woke her up—I also sort of broke Minnie’s favorite spot on the scratching tree, but Dad fixed it) and again around 12.
Firstly, Mom and Dad seem more mad at me than concerned for my safety. I fell from a great height! (I’m fine by the way, thanks for asking). So now they’re just leaving the thingy off, so that it won’t fall off and I can’t walk up there.
And secondly, I am extremely embarrassed and mad at myself about the whole situation. I’m writing this from underneath Mom’s dresser, which I haven’t been under in a long, long time.
Fool me once, shame on you [blinds]. Fool me twice, shame on me. Fool me three times… blame Minnie? We’ll see.