Girls Day

It's me, Mindy - on Saturday!


I made the boys take a break, it's my turn to blog. I get my beauty sleep and I keep my weight down, and I was thinking of trying those soft paws - maybe in pink. I'll have to discuss this with mombean. For now I'll just enjoy the spotlight.

Say Cheese

Bono: I hate dat camera, so I am ignoring it. Dadbean, what do you have in your hands? I think it's something I just can't ignore.


Moe: This means we gotta check this out more carefully, can't miss any opportunity.


Mike: Yeow, dadbean, down here. I am your favorite mancat, right?


We better get together on this. All together now......CHEESE!


Yummmmmm, nice of dadbean to share some of his cottage cheese....it's the best!



Are we a bit spoiled? No matter, life is good.

Remembrance Day

In Flanders Fields

written in 1915 by John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
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about the day and poem

Our 'beans nephew has just returned from Afghanistan from his second tour of duty there, we are very thankful for his safe return. Today we commemorate and remember all those who have given service and some their lives in wars and the many peacekeeping duties in which Canada has been involved.