An Afternoon with Bonnie and friend

Yesterday DH John went off to the specialist to get the results of his
examination and I stayed at home gnawing my nails and thinking dark
thoughts. A visitor called in and was there when John came in
clutching his X rays. Seems he has diverticulitus, a condition
treatable by diet. The doctor suggested he drink beer, lol. My
visitor, a nurse, showed us where it was on the X rays.

In the midst of this Bonnie arrived via the cat door and released a live
mouse in the middle of the lounge. Pandemonium reigned. The mouse
shot under the computer and sheltered under a bunch of wires. Bonnie
dug it out, yowling with hysterical excitement. "Get a box and shut
the lounge door," I shrieked, "we can't let it loose in the house."

Catching that mouse in a box was like trying to capture an eel. It
shot out from under the computer desk and so did Bonnie bringing down a
couple of speakers with a crash. The pair headed for the nurse who
screamed and leapt onto a chair.
The mouse vanished under the sofa.

We dragged out the sofa and Bonnie pounced, this time assisted by Clyde
who had joined the act. Of course she released the mouse again; it
squeaked and raced into the lazy boy armchair. "Oh god," I cried, "it's
going to get into the chair's innards".

I gave up on the box and found a leather glove. "I'll catch it by the
tail", I yelled, noticing the nurse shuddering at the thought.

Bonnie managed to dig the mouse out of the chair innards and released it
again. This time it tore into the bookcase and hid, leaving its tail
sticking out from behind a book. I managed to brush past the excited
cats and grabbed. Eureka, one mouse dangling from my gloved fingers.
I went down the back path and threw it over the fence.

When I came back it looked as if the lounge had been hit by a hurricane,
chairs were overturned everywhere and the computer wires and speakers
were in shambles. We all had a drink of wine, we needed it. But I
couldn't stop smiling, it was a great afternoon!

Bev
--
Cats aren't clean, they're just covered with cat spit.

in article , Bev at wrote on
3/2/05 12:58 PM:

Yesterday DH John went off to the specialist to get the results of his
examination and I stayed at home gnawing my nails and thinking dark
thoughts. A visitor called in and was there when John came in
clutching his X rays. Seems he has diverticulitus, a condition
treatable by diet. The doctor suggested he drink beer, lol. My
visitor, a nurse, showed us where it was on the X rays.

In the midst of this Bonnie arrived via the cat door and released a live
mouse in the middle of the lounge. Pandemonium reigned. The mouse
shot under the computer and sheltered under a bunch of wires. Bonnie
dug it out, yowling with hysterical excitement. "Get a box and shut
the lounge door," I shrieked, "we can't let it loose in the house."

Catching that mouse in a box was like trying to capture an eel. It
shot out from under the computer desk and so did Bonnie bringing down a
couple of speakers with a crash. The pair headed for the nurse who
screamed and leapt onto a chair.
The mouse vanished under the sofa.

We dragged out the sofa and Bonnie pounced, this time assisted by Clyde
who had joined the act. Of course she released the mouse again; it
squeaked and raced into the lazy boy armchair. "Oh god," I cried, "it's
going to get into the chair's innards".

I gave up on the box and found a leather glove. "I'll catch it by the
tail", I yelled, noticing the nurse shuddering at the thought.

Bonnie managed to dig the mouse out of the chair innards and released it
again. This time it tore into the bookcase and hid, leaving its tail
sticking out from behind a book. I managed to brush past the excited
cats and grabbed. Eureka, one mouse dangling from my gloved fingers.
I went down the back path and threw it over the fence.

When I came back it looked as if the lounge had been hit by a hurricane,
chairs were overturned everywhere and the computer wires and speakers
were in shambles. We all had a drink of wine, we needed it. But I
couldn't stop smiling, it was a great afternoon!

Bev

SO glad to hear it is just diverticulitis. Pandemonium is just normal

Karen wrote:
in article , Bev at
wrote on 3/2/05 12:58 PM:

Yesterday DH John went off to the specialist to get the results of
his examination and I stayed at home gnawing my nails and thinking
dark thoughts. A visitor called in and was there when John came in
clutching his X rays. Seems he has diverticulitus, a condition
treatable by diet.
Bev

SO glad to hear it is just diverticulitis. Pandemonium is just normal


Don't say "just" diverticulitis. My LLL/DH was on diet treatment but it
simply got worse. He had to have surgery last December for it. He's
finally back to normal but still avoiding nuts, seeds, corn, popcorn, etc.
in his diet.

Jill

What a hoot! I used to have scenes something like that with MY Bonnie &
Clyde. But there was never anybody else there to appreciate it, or to
leap, screaming, onto a chair. LOL. Sounds like fun.

Katz, whose Daisy & Miss Moxie occasionally play Catch & Release in the
kitchen.

"jmcquown" wrote in message
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Karen wrote:
in article , Bev at
wrote on 3/2/05 12:58 PM:

Yesterday DH John went off to the specialist to get the results of
his examination and I stayed at home gnawing my nails and thinking
dark thoughts. A visitor called in and was there when John came in
clutching his X rays. Seems he has diverticulitus, a condition
treatable by diet.
Bev

SO glad to hear it is just diverticulitis. Pandemonium is just normal


Don't say "just" diverticulitis. My LLL/DH was on diet treatment but it
simply got worse. He had to have surgery last December for it. He's
finally back to normal but still avoiding nuts, seeds, corn, popcorn, etc.
in his diet.

Jill

Well, I meant in relation to what such pains *can* mean.

Good girls Bonnie. You certainly know how to lighten the mood. And your
timing was perfect. You fixed it so they would relax, but only after it was
safe to stay relaxed. What a smart girl you are!

Jo
"Bev" wrote in message
...
Yesterday DH John went off to the specialist to get the results of his
examination and I stayed at home gnawing my nails and thinking dark
thoughts. A visitor called in and was there when John came in
clutching his X rays. Seems he has diverticulitus, a condition
treatable by diet. The doctor suggested he drink beer, lol. My
visitor, a nurse, showed us where it was on the X rays.

In the midst of this Bonnie arrived via the cat door and released a live
mouse in the middle of the lounge. Pandemonium reigned. The mouse
shot under the computer and sheltered under a bunch of wires. Bonnie
dug it out, yowling with hysterical excitement. "Get a box and shut
the lounge door," I shrieked, "we can't let it loose in the house."

Catching that mouse in a box was like trying to capture an eel. It
shot out from under the computer desk and so did Bonnie bringing down a
couple of speakers with a crash. The pair headed for the nurse who
screamed and leapt onto a chair.
The mouse vanished under the sofa.

We dragged out the sofa and Bonnie pounced, this time assisted by Clyde
who had joined the act. Of course she released the mouse again; it
squeaked and raced into the lazy boy armchair. "Oh god," I cried, "it's
going to get into the chair's innards".

I gave up on the box and found a leather glove. "I'll catch it by the
tail", I yelled, noticing the nurse shuddering at the thought.

Bonnie managed to dig the mouse out of the chair innards and released it
again. This time it tore into the bookcase and hid, leaving its tail
sticking out from behind a book. I managed to brush past the excited
cats and grabbed. Eureka, one mouse dangling from my gloved fingers.
I went down the back path and threw it over the fence.

When I came back it looked as if the lounge had been hit by a hurricane,
chairs were overturned everywhere and the computer wires and speakers
were in shambles. We all had a drink of wine, we needed it. But I
couldn't stop smiling, it was a great afternoon!

Bev
--
Cats aren't clean, they're just covered with cat spit.

Bev wrote:


When I came back it looked as if the lounge had been hit by a hurricane,
chairs were overturned everywhere and the computer wires and speakers
were in shambles. We all had a drink of wine, we needed it. But I
couldn't stop smiling, it was a great afternoon!

Bev


Purrs and healing thoughts for John from us all. Bev, I think you'd
suffer if you didn't have chaos reigning in your house. I know I'd
suffer if I didn't have the cats adding entertainment to the mix.

Pam S.

Tanada wrote:

Bev wrote:


When I came back it looked as if the lounge had been hit by a hurricane,
chairs were overturned everywhere and the computer wires and speakers
were in shambles. We all had a drink of wine, we needed it. But I
couldn't stop smiling, it was a great afternoon!

Bev

Purrs and healing thoughts for John from us all. Bev, I think you'd
suffer if you didn't have chaos reigning in your house. I know I'd
suffer if I didn't have the cats adding entertainment to the mix.

Pam S.

The kitties sure have entertainment value Pam Now I am hunting for
a high fibre diet for DH - thought the specialist would have given him
one, he sure charged enough. The man just muttered something about
bran!

On Saturday it is kitten collection day. I am accompanying my niece and
her 7-year-old granddaughter Samantha on a visit to Lois. They are
picking up Simba a beautiful lilac kitten. Samantha is sick with
excitement so I'm taking the camera to record it all. They have all
missed Billy Boy so much it will be a real tonic for them. A few weeks
later they will pick up Milo - a chocolate boy. I am not sure whether
niece's DH has been told about Milo, rofl. I think she hopes he won't
notice another kitten has been added to the household! Oh my, they are
in for some fun. I hope she will post some of their escapades on the
ng.

Bev
--
Cats aren't clean, they're just covered with cat spit.

On Thu, 03 Mar 2005 07:58:32 +1300, Bev yodeled:

Yesterday DH John went off to the specialist to get the results of his
examination and I stayed at home gnawing my nails and thinking dark
thoughts. A visitor called in and was there when John came in
clutching his X rays. Seems he has diverticulitus, a condition
treatable by diet. The doctor suggested he drink beer, lol. My
visitor, a nurse, showed us where it was on the X rays.

In the midst of this Bonnie arrived via the cat door and released a live
mouse in the middle of the lounge. Pandemonium reigned. The mouse
shot under the computer and sheltered under a bunch of wires. Bonnie
dug it out, yowling with hysterical excitement. "Get a box and shut
the lounge door," I shrieked, "we can't let it loose in the house."

Catching that mouse in a box was like trying to capture an eel. It
shot out from under the computer desk and so did Bonnie bringing down a
couple of speakers with a crash. The pair headed for the nurse who
screamed and leapt onto a chair.
The mouse vanished under the sofa.

We dragged out the sofa and Bonnie pounced, this time assisted by Clyde
who had joined the act. Of course she released the mouse again; it
squeaked and raced into the lazy boy armchair. "Oh god," I cried, "it's
going to get into the chair's innards".

I gave up on the box and found a leather glove. "I'll catch it by the
tail", I yelled, noticing the nurse shuddering at the thought.

Bonnie managed to dig the mouse out of the chair innards and released it
again. This time it tore into the bookcase and hid, leaving its tail
sticking out from behind a book. I managed to brush past the excited
cats and grabbed. Eureka, one mouse dangling from my gloved fingers.
I went down the back path and threw it over the fence.

When I came back it looked as if the lounge had been hit by a hurricane,
chairs were overturned everywhere and the computer wires and speakers
were in shambles. We all had a drink of wine, we needed it. But I
couldn't stop smiling, it was a great afternoon!

Bev

Eeew. She really seems to have a knack for entertaining company,
doesn't she?




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"Bev" wrote in message
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Yesterday DH John went off to the specialist to get the results of his
examination and I stayed at home gnawing my nails and thinking dark
thoughts. A visitor called in and was there when John came in
clutching his X rays. Seems he has diverticulitus, a condition
treatable by diet. The doctor suggested he drink beer, lol. My
visitor, a nurse, showed us where it was on the X rays.

In the midst of this Bonnie arrived via the cat door and released a live
mouse in the middle of the lounge. Pandemonium reigned. The mouse
shot under the computer and sheltered under a bunch of wires. Bonnie
dug it out, yowling with hysterical excitement. "Get a box and shut
the lounge door," I shrieked, "we can't let it loose in the house."

Catching that mouse in a box was like trying to capture an eel. It
shot out from under the computer desk and so did Bonnie bringing down a
couple of speakers with a crash. The pair headed for the nurse who
screamed and leapt onto a chair.
The mouse vanished under the sofa.

We dragged out the sofa and Bonnie pounced, this time assisted by Clyde
who had joined the act. Of course she released the mouse again; it
squeaked and raced into the lazy boy armchair. "Oh god," I cried, "it's
going to get into the chair's innards".

I gave up on the box and found a leather glove. "I'll catch it by the
tail", I yelled, noticing the nurse shuddering at the thought.

Bonnie managed to dig the mouse out of the chair innards and released it
again. This time it tore into the bookcase and hid, leaving its tail
sticking out from behind a book. I managed to brush past the excited
cats and grabbed. Eureka, one mouse dangling from my gloved fingers.
I went down the back path and threw it over the fence.

When I came back it looked as if the lounge had been hit by a hurricane,
chairs were overturned everywhere and the computer wires and speakers
were in shambles. We all had a drink of wine, we needed it. But I
couldn't stop smiling, it was a great afternoon!

Bev
--
Cats aren't clean, they're just covered with cat spit.

lol Bev, Bonnie sure knows how to entertain!

Looking forward to seeing you, Rosemary and Samantha on Saturday.

Purrs that John recovers full health soon.

Lois