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June 24, 2014 / philosophermouseofthehedge

Missing U.

Worried now.

Not only forbidden to bring it into the house, not suppose to even touch it.

Like it was poison or somethin’.

Well, so much more the delight when discovering there was one last one.

Getting it inside the house hadn’t been easy.

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Hoping some light will be shed on the subject? Light. Not cat hair. Enough cat hair already. ©

Always the ritual: “Let’s wash those up. Who knows what’s been picked up outside.”

So hard not to smile broadly when loaded with The Secret.

Just couldn’t help a little tight-lipped upturn, though.

It escaped notice.

Whew! Stage one completed.

But where? Didn’t know there wouldn’t be time to secure it in a safe place before all that rushing to get in the car. Unfair! No one said anything about that. No chance to quickly dart away and drop it off unnoticed.

Hurry, hurry. Find a place.

1913 Fashion by Cheruit:Piere Brissaud ill. La Gazette du Bon-Ton (US public domain:expired copyright/publication date/commons.wikimedia.org)

Toodles! Perfect children. Perfect life. (Nuts – she’s bound to be totally nuts) (1913 US PD:pub. date/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Know it was put around here someplace. Someplace close, but not easily seen.

Under the couch?

Casual glance over shoulder and, then, a cover story to consider.

Yoga. Downward Dog. Works.

Oh, yuckie. Could be a whole ‘nother cat down there with all the clumps of hair.

No, Mom, never going to pretend it’s “angel hair”. Really?

Would be some raggedy lookin’ angel…and a bald one by now judging by the amount hair rolling around under here.

Oh, double yuckie,

It’s all sticking to knees and tummy.

That’s goin’ to cause some questions…and some chores…and for nothing!

3 Little Pigs, 1904 (Leslie Brooke:Library of Congress: US public domain.:expired copyright/artist life+70/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Beware. It’s wilderness down there under the couch. Take a map or GPS.(1904/US PD:exp.cr/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Wait. Hopped back and forth on the couch (and got yelled at) just before leaving.

Maybe stuffed down between the cushions?

Oh, gross. Has to be worse than noodling in murky water.

Chip edges are jabbing sharp and they smell. Unidentified gritty stuff, too.

MORE cat hair? Is it trying to merge then split like an amoeba?

That’s all we need. A cloned cat.

They say clones aren’t identical and may have a flaw. Great. A flawed original producing a copy with an even bigger flaw? No more paws! no more paws!

Where could it possibly be?

The room surveyed with memory spinning on instant replay.

The fireplace! Of course. Brilliant reasoning: both the hiding and the finding.

A quick shove of the mesh screen, a deft drop, and the swaying metal links hid everything.

There, nestled like a golden nugget in a mountain stream, it sat. Hiding among the lumps in mostly plain sight.

Gently it was plucked out. Now to escape outside far away from accusing eyes.

It’s so hot grownups won’t want to follow and scold. Yeah, great plan.

Just so wonderful, can’t help a little chortling with joy.

Story of Honey and Sunny, Fairy tale. Evelyn Sharp:gutenberg.org:US PD:Commons.wikimedia.org)

Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! Treasure and me away!
(Evelyn Sharp/Gutenberg.org/US PD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

“Molly! What do you have in your mouth? Something’s clacking against your teeth.”

What is it? Give. Unclamp those jaws. You cannot eat fireplace rocks – who knows what they actually are.

Open. You’re not getting away with this. OOOH-PEN those teeth up now.

Arrrrgh, don’t do that snortie grrr-ie wolf-eyed glaring thing at me. You can’t haaaave…the acorn?

“Where did you get the acorn? Steal it from a squirrel stash?” 

If you dug another hole in the yard, you’re in such trouble!

Apparently some things are better left buried, but that really seems nuts to a dog. Ask any of them.

Seek and ye shall find. (An assignment for Writing 101)

Hiding nuthin’

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.

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Yeah, I got the look. Can’t scold that. Gnawed window? What gnawed window? Do I look like I’d eat the house? That’s a rhetorical question. ©

 

 

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30 Comments

  1. easyweimaraner / Jun 24 2014 3:02 pm

    I agree noodling between the pillows can be dangerous. I found a slobbery pigs ear….yiiikes…

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Jun 24 2014 7:25 pm

      And the good crumbs get mixed in with some odd nasty stuff. Not great grazing. Race you to the treat jar, Easy! Thanks for running along

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  2. bulldog / Jun 24 2014 3:09 pm

    You certainly keep my interest up…

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Jun 24 2014 7:27 pm

      No dull dazes around here. Glad you found something that tickled your brain. Thanks for sneaking a comment over. (Hope you are feeling better)

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  3. jmlindy422 / Jun 24 2014 3:17 pm

    Thanks for the smile. When we had a cat and a dog, the dog would find “treats” in the litter box. So gross. Dogs. Sigh.

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Jun 24 2014 7:31 pm

      The German delighted with search and grabs from the litter box if not watched. Molly will lunge at cat “offerings” generously left by the neighbor’s cat in the backyard.(we think it’s a live cat…it’s that shaped and fluffy. Meows…but doesn’t move much). Always an adventure. Thanks for digging up a comment

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    • zentalfloss / Jun 25 2014 8:17 pm

      You mean “almond roca”??? We finally had to get a special cat box with very high sides that our dog can’t JUMP over. Stopped her hanging out at the snack bar.

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  4. katecrimmins / Jun 24 2014 3:53 pm

    Damn humans spoil all the fun!

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Jun 24 2014 7:33 pm

      Well, She can’t play the piano or tamborine. It appears she’s doing spoons on washboard imitations with acorns and teeth. Just delights in the noise. Everyone want to make their own kind of music? Thanks for rolling a comment this way

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      • katecrimmins / Jun 25 2014 11:50 am

        That’s a new one! Dogs will always find a way to amuse themselves. Unfortunately sometimes it doesn’t amuse us humans.

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        • philosophermouseofthehedge / Jun 26 2014 8:13 pm

          Molly is the most creative dog we’ve had. At first this was a coping technique for a very nervous new arrival…now, judging from that smile and twinkle in those eyes, it a ploy to get someone to stop and play…the sound of teeth chomping on wood brings people running. Thanks for romping along

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  5. Carrie Rubin / Jun 24 2014 3:58 pm

    Oh, you’re right–no scolding that gorgeous face! At least it was an acorn and not a dead rodent or bird. 🙂

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Jun 24 2014 7:37 pm

      We have to watch the date-thingies from palms, too. She seems as fascinated by birds as the German was, so they are safe…but frogs and lizards… (Tiny feet! There are tiny feet sticking out of your mouth!) Somehow all seem to scurry off once we managed to pry the jaws apart. Outdoor time is a jungle adventure here in the summer. Thanks for grooming a comment up to leave

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  6. Robin Shaver~LaBarge / Jun 24 2014 4:02 pm

    Laughed out loud at work! a big no no here. Thanks Always! Rckymtnrobin

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  7. pandapawz90 / Jun 24 2014 10:59 pm

    I wasn’t sure exactly What I was reading but when i got to the sofa diving I couldnt help but laugh haha! Brilliant! My dog hides all sortsa shit down the sofa, so much so she has her Own sofa full of toys and slobber in her den! Spoilt maybe. Heh.

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Jun 25 2014 12:07 am

      Things around here are often not what they seem, so hang on. Appreciate the kind words. Thanks for leashing a comment and making it sit here.

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  8. EllaDee / Jun 25 2014 2:05 am

    A Molly adaption of a pre-school poem…
    5 Little Acorns sitting in a tree
    Along came Ms Molly as
    HUNGRY as could be
    Then the tall winds blew and
    rustled all the leaves.
    Down came the acorn;
    Ms Molley was pleased!
    Or perhaps Ms Molly would like an acorn dolly 🙂

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Jun 26 2014 7:55 pm

      Oh, that’s just perfect. Molly is pleased as punch…and RC muttered something about “I’ll show you punch” before nodding off. (Don’t worry, it’s rainy and good napping weather. RC will think it was only a dream) Thanks for storming over with this clever comment

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  9. Paul / Jun 25 2014 4:36 am

    I would say from the gnawed window that poor Molly has been retired to that corner on more than one occassion. No doubt wrongly accused of RC Cat’s shenanigans. Poor Molly – who could not love an innocent face like that?

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Jun 26 2014 8:00 pm

      At first, Molly had a bit of anxiety when the car pulled out and she was left. Teeth clinching around window sill exercises was her chosen relaxation technique….that and the door mat….the sheetrock on the wall. She’s much better now, but likes to revisit old techniques just in case …besides she’s found staff will run and play if the sound of tooth on wood is heard. That twinkle in eye is the tip off she knows exactly what she’s doing. Alway something. But that doggy faaaace! thanks for chewing up a comment

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  10. jannatwrites / Jun 25 2014 4:56 am

    I wouldn’t recommend noodling between pillows or cushions, either 🙂 Had to smile at the chewed window sill…but Molly wouldn’t do that. Are you sure it’s not RC Cat? 🙂

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Jun 26 2014 8:10 pm

      Molly has RC convinced it was some out-of-control mouse. RC got quite huffy and announced all HER mousies were polite and well trained…and she rushed off to make sure. Thanks for fluffing up a comment

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  11. jmmcdowell / Jun 25 2014 8:45 pm

    Those acorns aren’t as innocent looking as they appear, are they? Molly, you really should leave them alone. Birdwatching is much easier on the stomach!

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Jun 26 2014 8:20 pm

      Molly wishes to take up some sort of musical instrument – we have discourage her exploring the piano. Clacking in rhythm takes talent – and practice – and fast paws. Thanks for dancing along

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  12. PiedType / Jun 26 2014 3:55 am

    Such a sweet, innocent face …

    Had to laugh at the gnawed corner. Looks very much like the lower shelf on my end table.

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Jun 26 2014 8:28 pm

      Some of that chomping now is manipulation: “Do you see me? My mouth is on the window sill….I might be redirected if someone would play with me….” That little doggy brain is constantly trying and assessing…well, not right now. Rainy day is sleepy day…until later…Thanks for cutting up a comment to leave

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  13. roughseasinthemed / Jun 30 2014 6:57 pm

    Yay, Molly. Good one there. Snowy will see you a window sill and raise you a table leg.

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Jul 1 2014 2:19 pm

      Even better, Snowy! Big fig tree next door. The figs aren’t ripe, so the birds harvest, then toss them into the yard. Unripened figgy keep away! Easy to snatch and carry into the house. The games never end. We’ll toss one to you! Thanks for chasing along

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