RIP Grumpy Cat

Internet life is kind of strange with its protocols and manias such as "Rick Rolling" and the intense use of Memes and emoticons that some of us had to get used to in those earlier days before every dog and child had their SmartPhone aka a pocket sized computer that also just makes phone calls.
One famous star from the earlier days of social media where Meme creation was in its infancy was Grumpy Cat aka Tardar Sauce who seemed to have permanent frown who became viral as that word was becoming so too as more and more people got on to the likes of I haz cheezburger and started making Meme's featuring her priceless expression.
To say they were a thing in 2012-13 is an understatement.
The following was on Instagram on Friday.

 There are hundreds of Grumpy Cat memes around some pretty SFW, others maybe not but I thought this one would a good choice to remember her by here on a blog that looks at regression and past childhoods

Many of us can relate to this setting and that thought.
Today an increasing number of schools and colleges are bring in pets to help calm children and students as wll as the opportunity to give and receive unconditional love and affection.
What if yours was like that?

2012-2019 R.I.P. Grumpy Cat.

R.I.P Marmalade

On Thursday September 21 at 8.30 AM, Marmalade, president of the seventh North Staffs Tom Cat Club died as I stroked him having been brought in by neighbours found seriously ill on the sidewalk fur covered in dark soil and with black coloured berry in his mouth.
There was little indication to suggest being struck by an automobile as while conscious but with severe breathing difficulties, he didn't yelp while carried or when stroked from face to tail.
He arrived around 2013 from nowhere with his eccentric ways like wanting to be served on a floor table, wanting to bring his own food in like mice to eat in front of the gas fire and going out for all night cat parties at their Tom Cat Club.
He also hacked in to this blog and GT to broadcast his thoughts on things most noticeably on the British General Election  with his feline take on matters.
I'm too upset to say anymore crying right now but I misses him so.

Me votes by Marmalade

I dunno about this going to the polls business they keep on talking about at my house, as far as I'm concerned I'm in the lead of the popularity poll as everybody keeps asking about me although the other day I was accused of leading the other cats astray by holding out branch meeting of the 7th North Staffordshire Tom Cat Club branch out in the village park and sending everyone out to test the local bus service by walking them to our bus stop!
I have this strong leadership thingy that Mrs May talks about down to a tee-I just does it!- am as peace lovin' as Mr Corbyn and like Mr Farron believe in a referendum on the CHEW-IT negotiations as us cats must have the final say not the people easily brought off by Pedigree Foods.
All being well they'll buy me some fish tomorrow when all the mice have finished counting and the results declared or maybe de-cleared as I scuff the lot!
Until next time, M
x

My Adventures Part Two by Marmalade

I had quite an adventure on Thursday that I'd like to tell you all about.
You see the day had began rather early on when that Grumpy came down at just before Six in the morning to let me out cos I sleep in the front room at night with my mice and Joanne's stuffies.
I had some beef in jelly for breakfast with a bit of water before I was let out for the Tom Cat Clubs morning session through the front door.
I started on my way turning left along the sidewalk as I was being observed but then they went back to bed.
I came back about a quarter past six that night with everybody saying "Where have you been?" as I climbed into the window frame looking rather sheepishly at Joanne and everyone else just as they were about to have their tea.
I somehow got stuck in house like theirs but guess what? It wasn't and with the turn of a key that was it, unable to get out and worse still missing out on the ham and chicken until the house people came and opened the door. I was really scared!!!
I rush for it being dead hungry like and that's where I came on Joanne's window
Joanne had hobbled about our estate looking for me but being inside a house there was no way she'd ever of found me as did the others.
I'm glad to be back home now.

My adventures by Marmalade

 I 'ad quite an adventure on Friday that I think you'll love to read about although you may feel sorry for this blogs owner afterwards.
It was Friday evening and I'd had me tuna in oil for supper when although I'm meant to stay in overnight I decided to make a dash or it, pawing at the door until it opened wide so I dashed all the way up the stairs.
Joanne had seen me but it takes her time to get up with her disabilities so I was well away as she shuffled one foot then another up the stairs looking for me so do you know what I did as she had got halfway up the stairs?
I run all the way into a bedroom hiding.
Joanne had spotted I moved so checked the bathroom and then this bedroom when I just leaped on the bed followed by another deep down a narrow dark gap underneath it just staying there dead silent.
She couldn't get me nor could I get out as there things underneath in the direction facing the door so she had get help clearing the way out but I wasn't for moving even though people were concerned about me.
It took over an hour before I came out.
She's been poorly for a good couple of days afterward with being worried about me and struggling to help me.
Regards, Marmalade.

Meet Rory

Phew the week got warmer as the days went by so the arms were bared taking care not to get them red and it was the last week of the more groan business of the Referendum where you play at placing the X on a piece of paper.

It also was the week of the Royal Cheshire Show not so far away from where another Plushie was rehomed from a store.
It's not nice being an unwanted plushie discarded so some kind individuals get the all nice, cleaned and tidy and put them up for adoption.
His Gingerness was originally called Ginger but I much prefer Rory referring more to his big cat spirit being full of life able and willing to Rawr! to his hearts content which being with me he sure will together with Morse Moose and the rest of the gang never mind Marmalade and his many Nya's.
Talking of which he's in disgrace as brought me a dead Blue Tit the other day and I prefer my birds alive and well.
Final word, whatever was said during that groan up business don't let it get between your friendships, we can be bigger than that.

'Ello peoples

Weekend was a bit busy sorting through somethings, finding one pre-recorded cassette made the most awful squeaking  sound from it's hubs so that one will be making its way out soon and talking of squeaky just look at this?
Nyaa!

It's him sleeping off a heavy session after the Tom Cat Club yesterday when I spotted this photo opportunity with multicoloured reflections and even a bit of a reflection of his face on the plastic we have to prevent him tearing up the carpet.
He's even taken to pulling off the towel sending everything on the table flying as I scream "Marmalade!"!!!

Dept of strange affairs!

Wednesday was fun.
I'd just gotten up and had my breakfast as Grumpy was due out and as he was about to open the front door something snucked past his legs or rather through them as he said "Marmalade's just come in" before shutting the door
Marmalade comes through in a rush and then I realized something was not  quite right here and said  with some urgency "I think we have a problem, Mom".
Seconds later I saw what the 'problem' was.
I could see this shadow over his mouth and then something was showing quite visible with feathers and a beak. Yes that darn cat had been hunting and gotten a baby Finch when he decided to dash into the house so he 'play' with it in the relative comfort of a gas warmed front room!
The flamin' cheek of it!
I got hold of him and it dropped from his mouth. Thankfully it was dead as that would of saved me from either seeing if it could be nursed back to health or having to put it down which makes me feel all queasy.
I put it in bag and buried it in the back of the garden well out of sight of the local cats as didn't see why they should have a meal out of this unfortunate incident.

Yesterday had it's own moments too. Like as some of you know I have much of my music stored on micro sd cards for my music player for use out and about or  I'm poorly which isn't exactly uncommon with me, to play via it to a small stereo in my rest room.
It saves faffing about finding the recording and putting it on a cd or turntable when I'm feeling seriously yukky.
Anyway I like the awesome Canadian group Rush, always did and had been getting the new better than regular cd High Definition downloads  my player plays extremely well and I keep a spare card with back ups of them on.
Imagine then my reaction when while changing a card and it flys through mid air and I can't see it landed!
I was tearing my hair out trying to find it last night and have only just spotted it at the very end of the room in a dark corner just visible by it's gold plated contacts where it had landed contact side up!
I can see I'm gonna have to get a changing bag to put the player in while I'm doing this so it can't travel as far!
Now just listening to Stravinsky's The Firebird Suite as I type this!