Monday’s Here Again???

That’s what Mom said this morning.

Yes, but first she thought it was Tuesday so when she finally realized she was wrong, she turned a deeper shade of blue.

Steinbeck, she wasn’t turning colors.

Well, maybe she wanted to.

We had to spend lots of time on our own over the weekend.  I sure do get tired of taking care of my little brother.  However, Mom said it was important that she be gone lots.  You see, the church where she sings in the choir was having their 75th Anniversary.

That’s more years than any of us!

Here’s a picture she took when they were practicing.

75th Anniversary at Wooddale

She said former choir members came to sing and there were around 125 voices singing praise to God.

I can sing the song of my people VERY loudly.

We know.  Mom said she got to see two of her former choir directors and the senior pastor who started just before she started going to that church.  She likes to tell the story of how she judged a couple of his books.  She used to do book reviews and then got on the team that did the first round of judging for the yearly writing contest.  She said that she didn’t like to look at the author’s name when she started reading the book.  However, she could tell right away when it was a book he had written.

Mom said the celebration was really great and she got to see so many people that she hadn’t seen for a long time.  She said she was very thankful that we behaved so she could be away.

Hemingway…………we have to tell the readers what happened today.

We had just finished our thirtieth nap for the day and we looked outside and it was dark.

Street lights were coming on and we thought we had slept the day away.

Here’s what Mom saw:


She said they were very “bumpy” clouds and it felt like they were banging into the windows.

Mom says her office is on the 8th floor so that’s taller than trees……….and much taller than me!

Here’s a couple more pictures:

Storm 3
Looking northwest into the clouds. The reflection on the picture is from the lights on inside the office.
Storm 2
This is looking northeast as the storm is heading over to St. Paul. It was very dark where we were.

Mom, we stayed away from the windows to be safe.

Doesn’t look like you did that!  Do we have to have a talk with you?

So, Mom’s excitement over the weekend continued right through today.  I think she’s hoping for a nice calm Tuesday.

Kitty Khoir……Our New Activity

Since Mom seems to spend so much time at choir, we decided we should organize a kitty khoir so we can keep busy, too.  Besides, then we could have family events and Mom says that’s always a good thing.

Of course I can read music.  Can you direct a Kitty Khoir?
Of course I can read music. Can you direct a Kitty Khoir?

Who’s going to be in the kitty khoir?

Well, there are four basic sections in a human choir.

How do you know?

Mom told me.  Anyway, we have the sopranos who are the girl humans.  They sing the high squeaky notes.

Oh……..I know!!!!  We can get kittens to sing soprano.  They’re always squeaking and making those really high noises.

Good idea.  Then we have the altos.  They sing lower than the sopranos and they are also usually the girl humans.

So maybe the mommy kitties could sing that part.  I’ve heard they sometimes sing to the baby kittens to calm them.  I wonder if my mommy sang to me.

Mom sings to us now and she’s an alto so I think we have that part figured out perfectly.

What’s next?

Next we have the tenors.

Ten or what?

Tenors.  Those are usually the boy kitties who don’t sing really low.

I still don’t understand ten or what.  Maybe it should be the six-toed cats.  You know the ones I’m talking about.  That human who has the same name as you had six-toed cats. They have ten or twelve toes on just two feet sometimes……and they can have even more toes! So they would be ten ors.

I don't know what the number of toes you have has to do with singing, but I think we figured it out.
I don’t know what the number of toes you have has to do with singing, but I think we figured it out.

I’m not sure that’s right, but it’s making sense to me and since my name is involved there must be something to it  so let’s go for it.  Finally we have the basses.

BASSES????  We can’t have fish in our kitty khoir!!!  They would never last.

Relax.  It’s one of those human things with their words again.  It’s spelled bass but actually pronounced base, like first base in baseball.  Those are the male kitties who sing really, really low.

So we can get the old male kitties that are crabby.  They’re used to growling and that usually sounds like rumbling.

I think we’ve got it figured out!  Now we just have to get some volunteers and set up a practice schedule.  Mom’s going to be so surprised that we’re getting involved in some of her activities.

This is my close-up for my solo.
This is my close-up for my solo.

Hemingway…………can we stop all this planning now and go get something to eat?  I’m sure we can find the treats if we start looking.