Showing posts with label Missy Molly by Golly. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Missy Molly by Golly. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Molly the Cat's ABC Wednesday Movie for the Letter O


I love a movie with penguins. Who wouldn't, I ask you? Who? Maybe owls.

This movie stars a dog. Rrrrfh. I like dogs. My first friends and protectors were dogs. I love dogs. Rrrfh. Sometimes Missus Lady and Hero Man remark how much like a dog I am. My Humans so know me. Rrrrfh.

Oddball and the Penguins (2015)
Setting: Middle Island off the coast of Warrnambool, Australia

Fairy penguins do indeed have a breeding colony on Middle Island off the southwestern coast of Australia. And, Oddball was an actual maremma sheepdog who saved the colony of fairy penguins from dying off on Middle Island in 2006.

So, purrrrrrr, this movie is inspired by a true heart-warming tale. Why were the fairy penguins dying off? How did the farmer who owned Oddball knew he could protect the penguins? Also, who among the townspeople didn't want the little penguins to flourish, and why didn't they?

I love this movie. Rrrrfh! Purrrrrrrrrrr.




A note from Su-sieee! Mac: The letter O is the theme for this week's ABC Wednesday. Click here to check out what bloggers from around the world have written with the letter. Thank you,  ABCW team!

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Molly the Cat's ABC Wednesday Movie for the Letter M


Sir Billy Connolly is one of the Missus Lady's favorite actors. Until she saw Mrs Brown, she thought of Connolly as being that Scottish actor in a 1980s high school sitcom who played the teacher of a class of specially smart, and troubled, kids in New York City. It was when the Humans first signed up for Netflix that Missus Lady got on a Billy Connolly kick and came to realize how versatile an actor he is.

The Man Who Sued God (2001)
Setting: Some place in Australia

Steve (so wonderfully interpreted by Billy Connolly) is a lawyer turned fisherman. Not sure if he does it for a living or just says that's what he does. One day his fishing boat is struck by lightening. Ka-Bloom! The insurance company tells him that they will not honor his claim because it was destroyed by an Act of God.

Oh-oh.

Steve sees red. And, sues!

But, who does he sue?

Uhm...the churches. Yup. Steve sues the churches because they are God's representatives on Earth. How are the churches going to get out of this?

A little love story gets thrown into the mix. Steve meets Anna (played by the awesome Judy Davis), who has been hired to be his public relations specialist. Must keep the story in front of the people, you know. Both Steve and Anna still feel raw from relationships gone wrong, hence the gruffness they feel towards each other. Is that annoyance really attraction? 

What about the churches? What will happen should they lose the case?




A note from Su-sieee! Mac: M is the letter for this week's ABC Wednesday. M as in Molly the Cat who has kindly been writing for me while I space out. Molly was quite ambitious today, mapping out the next round. I thank my stars she scrambles forward executing what I only think about.

Enough about our writing relationship. Click here to check out what bloggers from around the world have written with the letter M.

Thank you,  ABCW team!

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Molly the Cat's ABC Wednesday Movie for the Letter K


We've been quite busy this week getting everything ready for a  party this Saturday. Missus Lady and Hero Man will be celebrating their #21 anniversary. It's a casual affair at the house. 

There are so many things to do, but the Humans don't seem too concerned that they've only done a few things. Missus Lady is learning that it takes her longer to do things and that she poops out sooner. Not sure what Hero Man thinks, but he does seem to be having fun. 

Boxes still line one wall of the living room. Missus Lady says that if she moves the boxes, then something will have to go into that space. Neither want to think about what can fill the space, and they do want to fill it to cover the dark spot I left when I used to lie there. When Missus Lady thinks the boxes can stay where they are, she says, "Let's go with being thought of as eclectic." We shall see. Purrrrrrrrrrr.

Kubo and the Two Strings (2016)
Setting: Feudal Japan

We love this movie! All three of us would watch it again. And, again. 

It's an animated film with a wonderful story, great action, and amazing characters to love and hate. It touches me right in the heart. Purrrrrrrrr.

Kubo is a twelve year-old magical boy with one eye. He and his mom live in a cave away from the village.  Every day Kubo goes into the village to earn money from storytelling, but he must be home before sunset or something horrible will get him. 

Kubo tells stories with his shamisen, a stringed instrument that has two strings rather than three. The notes that he plays turns into origami that illustrates the stories that he tells.  His most amazing tale frustrates him because he cannot finish it. It is about his father, a samurai warrior, who disappeared long ago and his dying mom can no longer remember what happened. 

After his mom dies, that something horrible sent Kubo magically to a far distant land in which his wooden monkey turns real. Kubo must find his father's armor or else!

Will Kubo find his dad's armor? Why is it so important? How did his wooden monkey become real? Who is this Beetle that Kubo meets on his quest? Will he finally learn about his father? What is that horrible thing that wants Kubo? And, why does Kubo's shamisen have only two strings?

Meew.




A note from Su-sieee! Mac: Yup, it's the letter at ABC Wednesday. Click here to check out what other bloggers from around the world have written.  Thank you,  ABCW team!


Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Molly the Cat's ABC Wednesday Movie for the Letter J


The Humans own the movie I'm writing about today, one of the few that they actually see over and over. This is one of the Missus Lady's favorite musicals. Maybe top favorite. Every so often she breaks out singing "I've just been to the windy city" (usually while cooking or cleaning) and if Hero Man is nearby, he joins in. Happy sounds! 

Yeah, they like to sing along during the movie. 

The movie was made in 1953, the year that the Missus Lady was born. She said she first saw the movie when she was a teenager so all the Indian-and-Cowboy stuff was your regular movie rigmarole. She knows better today, she said. All in all, she likes this movie because of the songs and she loves how much fun Doris Day had singing and dancing as Calamity Jane.

Calamity Jane
Setting: The Dakota Territory in mid-1870s to 1880s.

I think without the musical stuff, the story would be considered a screwball comedy in the best way. Girl loves boy (not Wild Bill Hickcock) who loves the new girl in town who also loves the boy but she's loyal to Calamity Jane and doesn't want to hurt her. To add to that screwballiness, Wild Bill Hickcock, a very good friend of Calamity's, thinks he loves the new girl, too. Mewwww.

Will the new girl and the guy that Calamity Jane loves get to be together? Or, will the new girl end up with Wild Bill Hickcock? Or, will Wild Bill and Calamity realize they're annoyance with each other is actually love? 

Missus Lady wants you to know that the scene in which Calamity and Wild Bill (played by handsome Howard Keel) sing "I Can Do Without You" was done in one take. Purrrrrr!




A note from Su-sieee! Mac: Click here to check out what other bloggers from around the world have written about the letter J for ABC Wednesday.  Thank you,  ABCW team!

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Molly the Cat's ABC Wednesday Movie for the Letter I


Emphasis on the word incredible, because this post is, after all, for the letter I for ABC Wednesday. The film I'm talking about today is incredible, no doubt about it.

You know what else is incredible? The changing weather patterns. Incredible Harvey. Incredible Irma. And, the incredible high temperatures we had over the weekend. Depending on who was talking, it was 106, 116, or 119 degrees last Saturday. It was so hot I didn't want to eat. Not move a tiny bit at all. I kinda wished the Missus Lady would've shaved me. And, now, tonight, it got so cool, I snuggled on the couch next to the Missus Lady, who was under her comforter. Sacré bleu!   Mewwwwwww.

Dark Horse: The Incredible True Story of Dream Alliance (2015)

Setting: Cefn Ffirest, Wales, a once-upon-a-time mining village

This is a documentary about a bunch of working class people who pooled their money to purchase a racehorse to breed and raise her foal into a winning racehorse. They called themselves the Syndicate and the foal, Dream Alliance. 

The horse grew up on an allotment, which I think is a small piece of land on which the villagers grow their vegetable gardens. Eventually, the Syndicate hired a trainer and Dream Alliance went to live with the trainer and other racehorses-in-training. 

Dream Alliance showed potential, but his wild streak kept him from being like the other polished racehorses. Good for him, the Missus Lady said. It was probably what made him a grand competitor, I think. Purrrrr. Here's a hint on how well Dream Alliance fared. One newspaper called him the "Slumnag Millionaire".

Dream Alliance was prone to injuries, unfortunately. Would he be able to run in the next race? Should he?

The movie is just more than a story about a no-nothing horse running well in some of the top races, including the Grand National. It's also a story about the Syndicate who are 23 strong-willed men and women eking out a living in a once-mining town.  Race horsing is a rich man's sport, but they didn't let that bother them. Nay. Not at all. 

But, will Dream Alliance's wins and fame go to the Syndicate's head? 




A note from Su-sieee! Mac: Click here to check out what other bloggers from around the world have written about the letter I for ABC Wednesday.  Thank you,  ABCW team!



Sunday, July 16, 2017

Heat!


Molly the Cat can't stand the heat. Neither can the Husband and me. Nor can the computer.

The last couple of mini heat waves were simply high temps. Now Mother Nature has added another element—humidity. (Or is it us humans that has created the change?) Bleack. It's very unusual for our neck of the woods.

Poor Molly under all that fur. She looks at me and questions why I'm not doing anything about the heat. Kweippppp!


Time to hook up at All Seasons, a weekly meme open from Sunday to Wednesday, hosted by Jesh at Artworks from Jesh StG. Click here to join in or to read the tales of other participants. Thanks, Jesh!

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

A Pause of Paws


Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. . . .

Molly the Cat stopped and quickly turned towards the sound of the noise.

She watched a big bear of a teenage boy running on the sidewalk across the street.

Where was Molly several minutes beforehand when a noise behind me caught my attention. I watched a young man roll down the street on his skateboard holding to the leash of his running big bear of a dog.

Mornings are wonderful around here.

It's the letter P today on ABC Wednesday. Click here to check what other bloggers from around the world are writing, por favore signoras e signores. Thanks, ABCW team!


Thursday, April 20, 2017

Okey-Dokey


"Tell me everything will be all right," I said to the Husband.

"Everything will be all right," he said.

I like to be reassured now and then.

Molly the Cat looked over at me. "Everything will be Okay, Lady." Purrrrrrrrrrr.



It's a day late for ABC Wednesday. Better late than never. Click here to check out the participants. Thanks, ABCW team! 

Oh, the theme this week is the letter O.
 

Saturday, April 15, 2017

Mornings with the Supervisor


Molly the Cat leads me out the front door before breakfast most mornings.

"Go see what needs to be done," she telepathically prompts me as she begins her patrol of the perimeter.

"No cats here," she sniffs. "Ooooh, ladybug."

I check out new flower seed sprouts, note what sprouts need to be thinned and where I might replant them, bend over and pull up weeds, and so forth and so on.

Sometimes the Molly's and my morning routine lasts a few minutes, especially when it's cold or rainy. "Forget this," says Molly when she quickly does an about-face several feet from the front door.

Other times, we're out there for an hour or so, weeding, planting, digging, watering and whatever this heart pleases. Now and then Molly circles me to make sure I'm doing a decent job.

What I like the most is looking up from my task and seeing Molly lying near by, eyes closed and body purring in the the sun bubbles. I feel like I'm doing the same.

There are those days when Molly patiently sits by the front door, urging me in her mews, "Come on, Lady, let's go in already. The Husband made coffee."

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

M is for Our Molly


These evenings, one of Molly the Cat's favorite perches, after consuming a bunch of dental treats, is her post that sits on top of a coffee table. Purrrrrrrrrrrrrr. 

I think if the girl could talk, she'd tell me to stop with the camera already.  Murrrrrrrrrrrrrr.


 It's the letter M at ABC Wednesday. Click here for more M posts. Thanks, ABCW team!





Monday, March 27, 2017

Starting Veggie Seeds


I feel like a mad agronomist (as in mad scientist). Also, a mad farmer. This morning I started vegetable seeds indoors. If these seeds take, I guess we're having a vegetable garden.

This is the first time I'm trying this pre-spouting step. Usually, I throw the seeds in the ground. Comme ci, comme ça. (Showing off the little French I recall from one semester of Francais.)

I don't know what got into me this morning. Maybe it was wondering what to do with the several hundred tiny paper cups that are in the closet. You know how that is. You can't find the package of paper cups that you thought you bought so you figured you didn't buy them. So, you go buy a package and a few days later, voilå, there is that first package of paper cups.

What seeds did I plant?

Sitting in that orange container are 16 tiny cups of bean seeds. The seeds are from the Mama's last vegetable garden in 2015. They're quite tiny because of that year's drought. I'm guessing they're long beans, as I didn't bother to label the bag.

I also started 2 cups of sugar pea seeds and four cups of bittermelon seeds, all from the Mama's last garden.

Let me not forget the five cups each of tomato, pepper, and squash seeds from organic vegetables that we ate last year. Yup, whenever I liked how a fruit looked, I'd put a bunch of its seeds into one of three tiny paper cups on the kitchen counter. It'll be one grand surprise to see what kind of tomatoes, peppers, and squashes pop up. 

By the way, did you see Molly the Cat in the above photo? She decided that I needed a supervisor, because, after all, I was using her table. Molly, in fact, interrupted her morning nap to monitor my work. She even watched me clear the table when I was done with my planting. I'm glad she did. I found pepper seeds still stuck to their stem that I couldn't bring myself to throw away.

"What shall I do with these seeds?" I asked Molly the Cat.

She gave me her knowing look.

Of course! Stick them in the nearest pot. If they grow, they grow. If they don't, well nothing lost. The Mama taught me well.

Arrows point to the pepper stems.

I'm linking this post with two lovely weekly memes. I hope you check them out.
  • All Seasons is hosted by Jesh at Artworks from JeshStG. Thanks, Jesh!

  • Our World Tuesday is hosted by a group of bloggers from around the world. Thank you, Our World Tuesday team!


Sunday, March 19, 2017

Spring is Around the Corner


"I'm going around the corner," said Molly. "That's where I'll find Spring."

Molly and I are linking up with All Seasons, a fun weekly meme hosted by Jesh who blogs at Artworks from JeshSTG. Click here to check out her blog and the meme.


Monday, February 6, 2017

Snoring Molly the Cat


"Hey, Lady," said Molly the Cat, "Be still, please."

Our Molly has a new morning pattern. She likes to sleep on my legs while I eat my breakfast as I read The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. She seems to like my choice. She rubs her face on the book before she settles into her sleepy pose.


Sunday, January 8, 2017

Loving Winter


Rrrrrrrr-umble. . .BANG!

Thunder!

I didn't see it, but I did hear the thunderstorm sometime after midnight. I was quite happy not to see the flashes. FLASH!

It has been raining. Glorious, glorious rain. And, if the weather guys are correct, it will continue to rain until Thursday. Knock on wood.

During a not-raining lull this morning, Molly the Cat and I ventured into the backyard to see how things are holding up. Our raggedy back fence heartily stood up to yesterday's wind. Whhhheeeeeeeewwwwwh. . .

Molly was busy sniffing out what she probably hoped would be wild animals while I shot photos. We are so different from the Mama who would've swept as many leaves as she could before she decided it was too muddy and cold to be outside.

By the way, did you find Molly among all that green stuff? In the photo up there, that is. Yes, the path was once clear and free of leaves.  :-)

And, look, here. A rosebud! The Mama's spirit continues to shine in her rose bushes.


I'm linking up All Seasons, a weekly meme hosted by Jesh at Artworks from JeshSTG. To check out the other participants or to join up, please click here.


Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Zabaglione, Molly?


"No, thank you. Zabaglione is not for me," said Molly the Cat. Very politely too. Missy waited patiently by her little table. That's one of the ways she lets us know that she's ready for a meal.

Yup. Our darling spoiled feline has a table, which is actually a small cheese board, placed sweetly upon a placemat. Molly likes to keep a few of her balls nearby.

Zort, as Pinky of "Pinky and the Brain" would say.

It's the letter Z at ABC Wednesday. Another end of a round, thank you very much ABCW team. Want to join in and/or check out the other Z participants?  Click here then. 



Sunday, December 18, 2016

A Cat in a Flower Pot


By golly! Miss Molly, whatever are you doing?

As always, Molly the Cat ignored my question.

I watched her jump into the pot, sniff as she turned 360 degrees inside it, then climbed so daintily out of it.


Molly the cat and I were doing our morning round of the front yard. I was curious to see how well the plants fared in this morning's frost. A few plants in the shade sported soft ice similar to what's in a shaved-ice cone.

What was Molly curious about?

I saw two dove feathers near the tree, which means that a neighborhood cat successfully caught himself a bird that morning. Molly may have picked up his scent. She looked to have lost it a few feet from the flower pots.

Life is good that I can start my day like this.


I'm linking up today with All Seasons, a meme hosted by Jesh at Artworks from Jeshstg. Click here to join or  to check out other participants.



Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Personality


"You're a sweet cat," the Husband said.

"I am not," said Molly the Cat.

"Yes, you are."

"I am not."

"A very sweet kitty cat."

"I am not! I'm a lion!"

  
"I'm a tiger!"


"I'm a panther!"

 
"M-m-m-o-w-w-w-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r!"

"So there, Mister the Husband."


Missy Molly by Golly and I are performing the letter P for ABC Wednesday. Giggle. Purrrrrrr. 
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Friday, September 16, 2016

Friday's Hunt v2.12


The cues for this week are: 1) Starts with L   2) Week's Favorite   3) Critter

Looky there, it's our critter, Molly the Cat. She was completely in zen lick, lick, licking herself clean and pretty.  How could that not be my favorite photo of the week?


Friday's Hunt is a weekly meme hosted by Teresa at Eden Hills. To check out other participants, please click here. If you'd like to join, you can until Sunday evening.

Sunday, September 4, 2016

You Call That Singing? Meow.


Almost every morning that I start off the day at the computer, Molly the Cat saunters into the office. She acts nonchalantly, ignoring me at first. She goes around the room, rubbing her body against the doorway, the chair legs, and whatever else may be in her path. Then she stops beside my chair. I know what's coming next.

Jump!

Molly struts back and forth before me. She doesn't care if she has interrupted my writing, my scrolling, my whatever-I-am-doing on the computer.

"Come on, Molly. Let me click this link." I reach under her body to the keyboard.

"Just don't step on the keyboard." Ha! She will if she wants.

Purrrrrrrrrrrrrr. She rubs her head on the edge of the printer, along the pencils in the cup, the umbrella plant that stretches toward the desk, and everything else she wants to mark. Like she hasn't already.

Molly also wants me to pet and hug her to her heart's content. Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Okey-dokey with me. Most mornings.

Okay, all mornings.

This morning was no different. Well, except, I starting singing while I petted her. The purring stopped. Her ears went up, as in Danger-Danger ready mode. She looked at me with pained eyes. I stopped singing. She relaxed. I sang, continuing to stroke Molly. Her ears pricked up again. She turned her head away from me. She looked like she was wondering if she ought to jump off the table. I stopped singing. She turned her head back to me. I sang. She turned away.

"Molly doesn't like me to sing," I said to the Husband, as he walked into the office.

Molly looked at the Husband as if to say, "Save me. Tell her to stop. She's loud and off-key."

The Husband already knows that. The first time he heard me sing, he told me I was tone deaf. That was 21 years ago. He says these days I can stay on key a lot more.

I sang some more. Molly jumped off the desk and walked (at least she didn't run) out of the office.

Well. Golly gee.


Monday, August 15, 2016

Baaaaaaaa


Good ricotta?

I think it is made from sheep, because that's the artisanal stuff we bought at the independent, natural goodness supermarket in Santa Cruz last week.

I forget that cow's milk isn't the only source for cheese until I eat cheese that's made from other animals. Maybe if I'd been more careful, I could've found the good ricotta made from cow.

For breakfast I ate a peanut butter-ricotta-honey sandwich. As I chewed, I thought of sheep, their wool, their face, and their hooves. I recalled the Warner Brothers cartoon in which the wolf wore sheep's clothing to get closer to the sheep. The sheepdog always beat the wolf at his game. Of course. The funniest part about the cartoon was the end when both the sheepdog and wolf clocked out of their work shift and said, "See you tomorrow."

Molly the Cat came mewing to see what I had for breakfast. She likes cheese, too. I gave her a pinch of the ricotta from my sandwich.  Sniff, sniff. She walked away.

Not too soon after Molly left, I picked the cheese out of my sandwich. There's only so much sheep whey my taste buds and stomach can handle.

Don't even get me talking about lamb. Shudder.

P.S. That's an old photo of Missy Molly by Golly. I like to think that's what she thought of the ricotta this morning.