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[sovay]

Today was the seventh birthday of our beautiful cats Hestia Hermia Linsky-Noyes and Tybalt Autolycus Taaffe, in honor of which we served them a dinner of non-emergency kipper and praised them for all their fine catly qualities and the unstinting joy they have given us since their days of soot spritehood.

Today was also my mother's birthday observed, in honor of which my father made a triple-layer almond-flour cake wreck decorated with two colors of fondant and cocoa-dusted homemade marzipan to the tune of a Swiss cheese wheel inhabited by mice with ears of split almond. My niece gleefully hunted the latter and ate all their tails.

I feel a theme was successfully achieved.

Comments

[pameladean]

We call our sibling little black cats the kittens as well. I think they must be, good heavens, eleven. When we got them, we had two tortie sisters whom Lydy and I had gotten from the city pound in 2000 when they were eight weeks old. We still called THEM the kittens, so it became necessary to distinguish between the Big Kittens and the Little Kittens.

"A lot of personality for rearranged almonds" cracked me up. It is perfectly true.

And yes, it is indeed traditional for a human being to take a mouse away from a hunting cat. The indignity of it all.

I am glad you liked my mushed-up plural. I suppose it to be pronounced "moose," but somehow differently to honor the spelling.

P.

[sovay]

We still called THEM the kittens, so it became necessary to distinguish between the Big Kittens and the Little Kittens.

That nomenclature makes sense to me!

I am glad you liked my mushed-up plural. I suppose it to be pronounced "moose," but somehow differently to honor the spelling.

A crisper final "c." We always pluralized them "mouses," after B. Kliban.