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Shades of Pink

Nancy has chosen one of my favorite colors for this week’s theme. So, without further ado…

Counting on Me?

Happy Caturday, everyone! Gatsby here. Rawry tricked Mommy by telling her to name a topic quickly and she picked maff… so now she has to answer all these number questions! Lolmeow! I’m not helping her because it’s time for my nap πŸ’€ byeee…

The Topic Today Is – Counting on You!

I am an odd number. Take away one letter and I become even. What number am I?

– Seven! 🀣

Using only addition, how do you add eight 8’s and get the number 1000?

– 888 + 88 + 8 + 8 + 8 = 1000

Sally is 54 years old and her mother is 80, how many years ago was Sally’s mother three times her age?

– 26 year difference, so 39/13, which is 41 years ago

At a party, everyone shook hands with everybody else. There were 66 handshakes. How many people were at the party?

– 12

It’s dark. You have ten grey socks and ten blue socks you want to put into pairs. All socks are exactly the same except for their colour. How many socks would you need to take with you to ensure you had at least a pair?

– 11

My grandson is about as many days as my daugher in weeks, and my grandson is as many months as I am in years. My grandson, my daughter and I together are 120 years. Can you tell me my age in years ?

– No 😜

2 Fathers and two sons go out hunting, each manage to down a bird and yet only three birds come home with them – how come?

– Two shot the same bird 😒

Provide two quotes that are about numbers please.

– “Two can live as cheaply as one.”

– “Three’s a crowd.”

Provide the title of one song that is exclusively about quantities.

– “If I Were A Rich Man”

Add me to myself and multiply by 4. Divide me by 8 and you will have me once more. What number am I?

– 2

How many 9’s are there between 1 and 100?

– 20 in whole numbers

Four years ago, Jenny was twice as old as Robert. Four years from now, Robert will be 3/4 of Jenny’s. How old is Jenny?

– Oops forgot this one! Jenny is 12.

Why did six cry?

– BECAUSE 7 8 9!!!!!

Which number Apollo mission was the spaceflight that landed the first two men on the Moon?

– Dunno and not cheating

Who were the actors that starred in Apollo 13 and what year was it released?

– Dunno and not cheating

Can you name 10 films with numbers in their titles?

– Four Weddings and A Funeral; 10 Things I Hate About You; Three Men and A Baby; Three Men and A Little Lady; Five Easy Pieces; The Twelve Chairs; Second Best; 27 Dresses; Life of Pi; Twelve Angry Men

A Baker’s dozen is how many?

– 13 yummy things πŸͺ

How many sculpted lions by Sir Edwin Landseer sit at the base of Trafalgar Square?

– Dunno and not cheating

What is β€˜nine tenths of the law’?

– Possession

The Crazy 88 feature in which film?

– Dunno and not cheating

Who was the 35th President of the United States?

– JFK?

Rory says to link here.

Thursday Inspiration 12

Welcome to Thursday Inspiration! This is my weekly prompt post and hopefully it will inspire you to write something creative, perhaps a poem or a piece of flash fiction. If you’d like to share your writing with the community, please indulge me and tag your post with #p0eticlicense and/or #lightm0tifs, and of course link back if you wish. I will try to visit everyone who participates. πŸ™‚

This week’s theme is garden and the picture is below. Here is the song snippet from “Octopus’s Garden,” written by Richard Starkey in 1969:

I‘d like to be under the sea
In an octopus’ garden in the shade
He’d let us in, knows where we’ve been
In his octopus’ garden in the shade

Photo found on Pixabay

Song Lyric Sunday ~ Dog

Jim gives us a zodiac theme this week and I chose dog… “Me and You and a Dog Named Boo.” This song was written in 1971 by Roland Kent Lavoie, better known as Lobo, for his album Introducing Lobo.

I remember to this day
The bright red Georgia clay
And how it stuck to the tires
After the summer rain
Will power made that old car go
A woman’s mind told me that so
Oh how I wish
We were back on the road again

Me and you and a dog named boo
Travelin’ and livin’ off the land
Me and you and a dog named boo
How I love being a free man

I can still recall
The wheat fields of St. Paul
And the morning we got caught
Robbing from an old hen
Old McDonald he made us work
But then he paid us for what it was worth
Another tank of gas
And back on the road again

I’ll never forget the day
We motored stately into big L.A.
The lights of the city put settlin’
Down in my brain
Though it’s only been a month or so
That old car’s buggin’ us to go
We’ve gotta get away and get back on
The road again

Every Day is Friyay

When you’re the King of the Castle!

Gatsby here. Like my new pic? It’s properly regal, I thought, except for the campy toy that Mommy insisted on plopping near my face.

She says it’s my first toy, one they sent home with me from the shelter. Mommy just found it in the bottom of a basket and gets sentimental over things like this, but I’m a rebel and will claw it up same as all the other toys. Equality!

Seems like an eternity since I last blogged, but ’twas only Sunday. Busy busy. Must go prowl about and see if anything needs to be killed. Bye for meow! 🐱

Happy 4th! (with bonus rant)

My latest discovery, which I will share, is that everything is ridiculously complicated and costs too damn much.

In my youth, life was simple (although frequently unhappy). My mom did many things herself, but now these projects are out of reach. Take knitting and crocheting and sewing, forex. Loading up on the supplies costs a fortune and the patterns are complicated, wah. Don’t even get me started on scrapbooking (again) or making bead jewelry. Soooo costly! Plus, in my case, I’d have to take classes first, for jewelry, sewing, cooking, etc. I’m not one who can watch a video for twenty minutes and then go mmhmm now I see how to construct a tiny house, easy peasy!

I remember we usually had an aquarium going on. My mom dealt with it, but it could not have been outrageously expensive because we weren’t wealthy and we lived in small apartments for many years. The aquariums were really pretty, but the fish died often, and we were always traipsing off to the pet store for little baggies of new ones. I bet now though aquariums are just another one of those crazy costly and super complex hobbity bobbity things.

I liked watching the bright little neons dart through the water after their specks of food. We had graceful black and white stripey fish and some goldfish varieties too. A few catfish at the bottom keeping things clean. Mom always indulged me and got a teeny pirate treasure chest for decoration in the sand. Haven’t thought about our aquariums for years…

Ah yes, the sands of time, rushing so fast through the hourglass now, piling up at the bottom, waiting to meet that last big wave that will wash them out to the eternal ocean and then… and then what?

Nothing.

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You know, I feel I’m pretty chill with anyone who comments here unless they’re an obvious spammer or troll. If you’re of a different political persuasion, cool, just keep it civil and don’t insult other peeps or me. I have accepted loads of criticism and disagreements over the years. Don’t mind it at all, and I particularly welcome any comments on my poetry and fiction. I am not thrilled with advice I haven’t solicited, especially about health, but whatever.

But that’s not the case elsewhere. Some bloggers don’t want any disagreement or difference of opinion. I’ve noticed I will be condescended to or explained at if I dare to express a thought contrary to the OP’s. That is unpleasant, FYI, and I will not be visiting these blogs much or at all in the future.

YHBW. πŸ™‚

Have a great weekend! β˜„οΈπŸ’₯πŸ”₯

In Other Words, fireworks…

Fireworks are fun when professionally done,

But setting them off in the street is just idiotic.

They scare all our pets and make such a mess!

So, unless you’re doing a Boston Tea (and invite me),

Remember that lawbreaking is not patriotic!

Sunday Morning Cat

Hi, it’s me Gatsby. Mommy is busy, so she said I have to answer these questions from Fandango even though I was taking a nap in the closet.

1. Do you like blue cheese? 

Sure, give me a chunk and I’ll bat it under the fridge.

2. Coke or Pepsi? 

No thanks. Water is my bev. πŸ’¦

3. Do you own a gun? 

My claws and teeth are enough. 😺

4. What flavor of Kool-aid? 

Gross!

5. Hot dogs? 

Dogs are dumb, whether hot or cold. 🐢

6. Favorite TV show? 

I prefer silence so I can hear any bug that needs killing. πŸ•·

7. Do you believe in ghosts? 

Of course. I usually chat with them around 2AM. πŸ‘»

8. What do you drink in the morning?

Water. πŸ’¦

9. Can you do a push-up? A single push up?

I can do lots of push-ups and all sorts of athletic maneuvers. I’m in great shape!

10. Favorite Jewelry? 

All of it. Leave it out at your peril. 😺

11. Favorite Hobby? 

Napping. πŸ’€

12. Do you have ADD? 

Well, I can stay very focused on one spot for a very long time unless… BUG! String! Someone touched my tail!

13. Do you wear glasses? 

No, but I’m happy to take yours. 😎

14. Favorite cartoon character? 

Felix the Cat.

15. Three things you did today?

Ate a crunchy, snuggled with Mommy, went back to sleep. πŸ’€

16. Three drinks you drink regularly? 

Water x 3. πŸ’¦

17. Current movies? 

Mommy saw Yesterday yesterday and loved it. 🎢

18. Do you believe in magic? 

Kitties are magical! πŸ’–

19. Favorite place to be? 

At home.

20. How did you ring in the New Year?

Probably napping. πŸ’€

21. Travel? Where would you go? 

I don’t like to go anywhere and neither does Mommy.

22. Name five people who will most likely read this? 

Mommy, Fandango, Keera, Sadje, Jim.

23. Favorite movie? 

Silent ones.

24. Favorite color?

I don’t see colors.

25. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets?

They don’t sound cozy, but I could claw them up, which would be fun. 😺

26. Can you whistle? 

No, but I can howl like a wolf. 🐺

27. Where are you now?

Home.

29. Favorite food? 

Chicken crunchies.

30. Least favorite chore? 

I beg your pardon. πŸ‘‘

31. Best job you can think of? 

Napping. Killing bugs. Yelling at birds who dare come near my window.

32. What’s in your pockets? 

You mean the big pocket under the sofa? Pens that Rawry sent. Chapstick. Empty toilet paper holders. My fluffy toys.

33. Last thing that made you laugh? 

I’m happy when Mommy plays with me.

34. Favorite animal? 

Mommy. πŸ’–

35. What’s your most recent injury? 

Mommy keeps me safe, so I never have any.

36. How many TV’s are in your house? 

One.

37. Worst pain ever? 

When my food bowl was 3/4 empty. 😱

38. Do you like to dance? 

Sure! I have mad moves to my own music.

39. Are your parents still alive?

I don’t know.

40. Do you enjoy camping? 

I’m not allowed in the grass. πŸ™„

Fourplay [socs]

Four used to be my lucky πŸ€ number when I was married because I had a husband and two daughters, which made a symmetrical family of four. But then I got divorced and naturally changed my lucky number to three, since we were now three amazing chicks 🐀🐀🐀 on our own and doing fine.

Before long however the girls found great guys to marry and now they have their own families. I can’t really say we’re a trio of chiclets these days, even if in my mind I think of us that way. It’s no longer a reality.

I do have my little soul-kitty Gatsby and we are a duo, can’t separate us, no sirree, so maybe my lucky number is two. Could very well be so. I’m always grateful for his warm comforting furry presence even if it comes with sharp claws and teeth cuz the best things in life do have a slight edge to them.

Don’t you agree? 🐱

The Analyst [flash 150]

“A boa constrictor wrapped around your boss’s head?” She made a note on the chart. “And what else do you see?”

He leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes. Swirls of color rushed through his mind forming brief images and breaking apart again. Then he gazed at the poster once more. “A bonfire. A bonfire of charge cards.”

She bent her head and wrote something. “Very interesting. Anything else?”

“The neighbor’s cat. It’s always digging in our flower garden. Annoying little critter.”

There was a rap tap tap on the office door. “Must be an emergency,” she said.

He shrugged. “They always are.”

The door opened. “Excuse me, but it’s time for Analyst Britney’s ballet lesson.”

Britney jumped out of her chair. “Oh hi, Mommy. We were just about to have a breakthrough!”

He waved them off. “My brain should still be here when you get back. Hopefully.”

~*~

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