I am not a religious sort, I only follow the Pied Piper and Bastet, the goddess of protection and cats. She was the daughter of Ra, the sun god. What is not to worship there? We all, of course, worship the sun or rather THE ORB and have done for centuries. Finding pools of orbshine to lay in and semi cook our bodies. Oh yes - these things are for worshiping. So too is the moon, we worship that too. It's beautiful roundness every month dictates our moods and prepares us for the month ahead. I can feel it's pull. lOnce I thought Momma said there were moaning monkeys with candles on the moon, but she soon explained when we were all young, that they were no grumpy candle holding gibbons on the moon only waxing and waning gibbous moons. Well, when you are just a kitten it's all confusing, right?
So, with all this worship has arrived the oldest eating festival. Ok, I know, It isn't really about eating, but that is all hoomans do these days without knowing it's origins or why the date changes every year. There is a spring equinox and the first Sunday after the first full moon is when Easter Sunday is. It's quite easy really if you follow the moon. There is an added excitement this year because it is also April the first and that means pinching and punching everyone AND it's April fools day. So many exciting tricks to be played out at Maystar.
Pearl and Momma got ManSlave a cracker this morning. Pearl trotted into the bedroom from the kitten room, Momma lifted her up and said "Feel those Pearlings growing in her tummy." Pearl sat square on ManSlaves chest and Momma pinched and punched him whilst he was occupied with belly rubbing. He is the raining champion with 14 consecutive months, so the prank was worth it and Pearl fell about laughing at the rouse.
We have already had a game of egg hunt. Of course, we can't eat chocolate. It is highly poisonous to us felines. So instead, every time we found an eggy, we were rewarded with a chicken snax. We found so many that the chicken bits ran out and there was just dust left in the tin. Faith poked her head in there to lick the dust and found herself stuck in the tin. When she was extracted, her face was covered in chicken powder. It was hillarious. Not to be outdone, Flaire did the exact same thing, only this time she proceeded to wander around the bed bumping into the pillows. We all had a giggle. "April fool." We all shouted. She didn't find it funny at all and when her head popped out, she growled and thwakked everyone for laughing at her. Lillibet sat and washed her Mother's face and no one offered to wash Flaire's. She ran to ManSlave telling him how mean we had all been to her. He kissed and loved her, then said "Pthhh, what is all this dust on you... it tastes like....ewww, chicken!" That set us off for a second time and Flaire went off in a huff to watch Horrible Horrace in the garden.
Last week was Meowdy Thursday. We all had our paws washed by Momma to show how she serves us as our pretend master and ruler. Since Medieval times our rulers have given money to the paw. This is still the same in our home today. We give all our pocket money to a good cause. This year, Kevin's (MAYSTAREX KING EDWARD-V) Mum Mrs. H, is running in the London Marathon for Cancer. We thought it a worthy cause.
Did you know that eggs are associated with Easter as they are a symbol of new life. It helps folks remember the resurrection of the Lord. They represent spring and rejuvenation after the harsh winter. There is obviously much much more to this Easter thing than I have explained, but I am a cat and if that King Slinky is ever resurrected, I will be in deep trouble taking over his slot on his blog. We always think of KS at Eater time as this is when the lamb leg goes into the oven. He would watch with deep fascination as it cooked and crisped up. Then to the part where he got the bone to push about the kitchen. He, out of anyone understood patience and virtue. Ok, maybe not virtue. I currently hold that title, still being the only one not to have kittens yet! I blame that Otta. Young buck trying it on and not hitting the spot. Sigh. I shall have my virtue forever if he doesn't buck up!
Well, although the hoomans normally have a lamby for today, Momma said NO WAY! We are having a break with tradition because there was a beefy forerib at the butchers with ManSlaves name on it and why not have something different? I am quickly typing the ending so I can nip down and take my place of worship by the oven. It is both warm and comforting place to lay. and with a lazy eye I can hold KS's tradition of roast watching and get all the good bits when it's time to come out. We all wish you from all religions a very peaceful and loving long weekend.
Your time honoured, virtuous Queen Vee =^..^=
So, with all this worship has arrived the oldest eating festival. Ok, I know, It isn't really about eating, but that is all hoomans do these days without knowing it's origins or why the date changes every year. There is a spring equinox and the first Sunday after the first full moon is when Easter Sunday is. It's quite easy really if you follow the moon. There is an added excitement this year because it is also April the first and that means pinching and punching everyone AND it's April fools day. So many exciting tricks to be played out at Maystar.
Pearl and Momma got ManSlave a cracker this morning. Pearl trotted into the bedroom from the kitten room, Momma lifted her up and said "Feel those Pearlings growing in her tummy." Pearl sat square on ManSlaves chest and Momma pinched and punched him whilst he was occupied with belly rubbing. He is the raining champion with 14 consecutive months, so the prank was worth it and Pearl fell about laughing at the rouse.
We have already had a game of egg hunt. Of course, we can't eat chocolate. It is highly poisonous to us felines. So instead, every time we found an eggy, we were rewarded with a chicken snax. We found so many that the chicken bits ran out and there was just dust left in the tin. Faith poked her head in there to lick the dust and found herself stuck in the tin. When she was extracted, her face was covered in chicken powder. It was hillarious. Not to be outdone, Flaire did the exact same thing, only this time she proceeded to wander around the bed bumping into the pillows. We all had a giggle. "April fool." We all shouted. She didn't find it funny at all and when her head popped out, she growled and thwakked everyone for laughing at her. Lillibet sat and washed her Mother's face and no one offered to wash Flaire's. She ran to ManSlave telling him how mean we had all been to her. He kissed and loved her, then said "Pthhh, what is all this dust on you... it tastes like....ewww, chicken!" That set us off for a second time and Flaire went off in a huff to watch Horrible Horrace in the garden.
Last week was Meowdy Thursday. We all had our paws washed by Momma to show how she serves us as our pretend master and ruler. Since Medieval times our rulers have given money to the paw. This is still the same in our home today. We give all our pocket money to a good cause. This year, Kevin's (MAYSTAREX KING EDWARD-V) Mum Mrs. H, is running in the London Marathon for Cancer. We thought it a worthy cause.
Did you know that eggs are associated with Easter as they are a symbol of new life. It helps folks remember the resurrection of the Lord. They represent spring and rejuvenation after the harsh winter. There is obviously much much more to this Easter thing than I have explained, but I am a cat and if that King Slinky is ever resurrected, I will be in deep trouble taking over his slot on his blog. We always think of KS at Eater time as this is when the lamb leg goes into the oven. He would watch with deep fascination as it cooked and crisped up. Then to the part where he got the bone to push about the kitchen. He, out of anyone understood patience and virtue. Ok, maybe not virtue. I currently hold that title, still being the only one not to have kittens yet! I blame that Otta. Young buck trying it on and not hitting the spot. Sigh. I shall have my virtue forever if he doesn't buck up!
Well, although the hoomans normally have a lamby for today, Momma said NO WAY! We are having a break with tradition because there was a beefy forerib at the butchers with ManSlaves name on it and why not have something different? I am quickly typing the ending so I can nip down and take my place of worship by the oven. It is both warm and comforting place to lay. and with a lazy eye I can hold KS's tradition of roast watching and get all the good bits when it's time to come out. We all wish you from all religions a very peaceful and loving long weekend.
Your time honoured, virtuous Queen Vee =^..^=
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