Singing To Winky

Yes, I sing to my cat, and he seems to enjoy it.

Sometimes I'll sing the first part of the "Cat Duet."

Sometimes I sing the chorus to Do Wah Diddy, changing the

words to:

Mew, my kitty, kitty purr, kitty mew.

Every now and then I sing the "Meow Mix" jingle.

And every night, when Winky jumps onto the top of the couch

to go to sleep, I pet him and sing "Soft Kitty."

Finding The Source of a Story

In the chapter in "Little Men" called Round the Fire, Jo tells a story called "The Suspected Boy," which she says was "written years ago by a dear old lady."

Well, I finally found out the source of the story.

The Internet is a wonderful way to research things.

I Love Online Games, But....!!!

I love online games, but they can be a bit... make that a LOT... frustrating sometimes.

To give just one example:

I've been stuck on Level 312 of Pet Rescue Saga for almost two months now!

New Item In Break-Off Collection

I've just added a ceramic tile that came off of my kitchen floor to my break-off collection.  I found it on the living room carpet, but I wasn't sure what it was until I saw the empty space.

New England Sunday, 1840s

In "The Story of A Bad Boy", Thomas Bailey Aldrich gives a rather grim description of how Sunday was observed when he was a boy.  I'll just share this little bit:

"People who were prosperous and natural and happy on Saturday became the most rueful of human beings in the brief space of twelve hours. I don't think there was any hypocrisy in this. It was merely the old Puritan austerity cropping out once a week. Many of these people were pure Christians every day in the seven -- excepting the seventh. Then they were decorous and solemn to the verge of moroseness. I should not like to be misunderstood on this point. Sunday is a blessed day, and therefore it should not be made a gloomy one. It is the Lord's day, and I do believe that cheerful hearts and faces are not unpleasant in His sight."

Of course, I agree with him!  

Sunday Snippets--A Catholic Carnival

Time to hop over to RAnn's blog for Sunday Snippets, where Catholic bloggers share their posts.  I've discovered some wonderful blogs here.

How about sharing yours?

Semper Gaudete! : A Good Day To Be Sick

Semper Gaudete! : Part Of A Conversation

Semper Gaudete! : Sibling Kitties

Semper Gaudete! : Something I'd Like To Share

Semper Gaudete! : One Of The Most Moving Posts I've Ever Read

Semper Gaudete! : Bunk Beds.... Sort Of

Semper Gaudete! : Sickening is An Understatement

Semper Gaudete! : Books Read In The Past Week

Sickening is An Understatement

Warning: This article is one of the most disturbing I've ever read.   I will NEVER understand how anybody could do such things, especially to a three-year-old and a six-year-old.
Scotty McMillan does not need our prayers; he is safe now; he will never hurt again.
It's his six-year-old brother who needs our prayers.  Pray that he will be healed, and go on to live a normal, happy life.