Tomorrow...

Tomorrow ...is Halloween!

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Are you ready for all the spooks?

Eat and sleep

Adorable sweetness!

We seen this picture on the internet and...
just wanted to share it with you.

It's our Blogoversary...do you believe that?

~Ernie~

It's our Blogoversary
...do you believe that?

One year ago today, we started our blog, in the name of our brother Ernie, who went to the bridge long before it was his time. We needed to do something to help us adjust to Ernie not being with us any longer. You were here for us.

We love the Cat Blogosphere. All the resident kitties are so nice. We love visiting their blogs and commenting. We love it when they visit us and comment.

Being apart of the Cat Blogosphere has been very healing for us.

We love you all!

Chancy, Babe, Jake and Ernie's Voice

Thank you!

October 23, 2008

...how did the "Sugar Glider" get in there?

Will you help us solve this mystery.

...how did the Sugar Glider get into the toilet?
...what is your theory?

This is a 2 story house w/basement. Sugar Glider was in the upstairs hall bathroom, located just to the left, across the hall, at the top of stairs. House has 2 1/2 baths.
4 bedrooms, 2 car garage. Also, a whole house fan at the top of stairs.

Ernie's Voice's gang theory is...it came through the opened garage, the open door to the laundry room, through the kitchen, family room, front entrance, up the stairs...into the bathroom, maybe smelling water, jumped up to get a drink, fell into, couldn't get out!

Do you have a theory? If so...will you let us know what it is?

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Fin of "Housecat Confidential" had a mystery guest in their toilet today. We seen it...it was not pretty!
Fin's mommy was not happy, at all!

Sugar Glider (The mystery toilet guest)

Sweet Baby Sugar Glider
Her/he is wrapped in a small towel. Like maybe a hand towel.

Sweet Baby Sugar Glider

Animal Control examined the baby Sugar Glider and found her/he to be healthy and disease free.

google... "Sugar Glider"

Sugar gliders are marsupials; the young are born very immature and grow in a pouch on the mother's abdomen. Sugar gliders have furry membranes that extend from their wrists to their ankles (the membrane is called a patagium) that allows them to glide through the air. In the wild they move from tree to tree by gliding. Their hind feet have a large, opposable big toe that helps them grip branches, and the second and third toe forms a grooming comb.
The ability to "fly" or glide when they spread out in this parachute fashion is similar to the ability of the Flying Squirrel. But other than that, they are very different animals than the Flying Squirrel.


We want to thank all you kitties for visiting our blog and reading about the mystery toilet guest. It was a lot of fun for us...we hope you had fun, too!

*Some of you kitties want to know what happened to the Sugar Glider... he/she was released back into nature.
We hope and pray, it will be very happy and safe.

The mystery toilet guest! ...Part Two

Jake says: I'm sure you've noticed, nobody has asked me for help. I would've just reached in there and pulled it out! I'm super at fishing. Well, maybe...well, I don't know, if it was a rat...I could handle that. Maybe! What if it was a snake? I can handle that, too! Maybe!

Just to fill you in...my uncle, my mom's brother, sent mom an email with this mystery story...he had a very exciting Tuesday morning. We loved the story so much...he gave us a good laugh...we wanted to share it with you. Enjoy!

If you haven't read the first part of this story...posted yesterday...please do...before you read the 2nd part.
Mom says, she won't post any pictures today, because, it would spoil the mystery.

Pictures of "the mystery toilet guest" will be posted tomorrow...Friday.

The mystery toilet guest! ...Part Two

Contunue here:

I race out of the hallway bathroom and into our bedroom, and fling open our bathroom door.

Jan looks at me….must have been a sight….I’m standing there in my sweats, wearing rubber gloves while holding a hoe….at about seven o’clock in the morning!

”What are you doing?” she says.

“I don’t know what to do.”

“What do you mean, you don’t know what to do,” she asks with her wet hair combed straight down wearing only a look of confusion.

“I don’t know what to do. There’s a rat in the toilet, and I don’t know what to do!”

“A RAT?” she yelled back at me with a look of terror in her eyes that Steven King would kill for.

“I don’t know what to do! There is a rat in the toilet and I don’t know what to do! Come on. You have to see this. I need you to see this ‘cause if I tell someone about this and no one else saw it, people with think I am crazy!”

Cautiously Jan leaves the safety of the bathroom in our bedroom and enters the hall with me. We approach the door, and she slowly walks toward the toilet ahead of me….

”AWHHH GAAWWWD!

What are you going to do?” she cries loudly.

“I don’t know….I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO!”

Call animal control, Jan says.

OK….So I take off the rubber gloves and lean the hoe against the wall. I tell Jan to go ahead and get finished and I’ll make the call. She suggests to close the door and put the rug under it, so the creature won’t get out. Good idea. So that’s what we do…..and leave the light on.

Jan goes back into the bedroom to get finished and I run downstairs to call animal control.

After looking feverishly in the phone book, finally finding animal control in the front, under city government, I make the call.

“Hello, what is your emergency?” the kind voice on the other end says.

“Good morning, I need some help. I have a rat in my toilet.”

“A RAT? In your toilet?” she curiously asks.

“Yeh.”

(I can tell there’s a big grin on her face as she says) “How big is it?”

“About three to four inches. Can I get someone over here to get it out?”

She takes my name and address and says she’ll make a call.

She calls me back three minutes later to say animal control is on its way. Will be there in about 20 to 25 minutes.

I make my morning coffee while waiting….very black…..not very hungry right now. 10 minutes go by, I pour a cup.

Finally, about 25 minutes later a van with “animal control” on the side pulls up to the curb. Really glad to see it.

I meet the young courageous lady at the door. She is armed with a fishing net and a towel. A fishing net and a towel? I thought.

Hey, don’t tell her I was going to use rubber gloves and a hoe. Man, what was I thinking?

We go upstairs……the door is still shut. I described what was in the toilet…..furry, big tail almost to the water…still alive!

I open the door, she walks in ahead of me. She puts her head right down to within inches of the front of the toilet, looks in, and says “Awwwwww…….”

I said “awwwww what? What do you mean “awwwwww”?

“It’s a baby….a baby squirrel…a flying squirrel…..it’s called a Sugar Glider. Was probably someone’s pet,” she said.

Someone’s pet?, I thought to myself. Hmmmm. And I was ready to go get my .35 remington marlin rifle and blast it!

She grabbed up the water-logged thing with the towel and held it like a baby right after a bath.

She said it probably got into the house when we had a door open, “cause they do that,” she said.

Ok, I’ll take her word for it.

We took the “thing from the toilet” out to her van at the curb and I took a few pictures, ‘cause Jan and I will never forget this.

The animal control officer put the little thing in a small cage. “This will be the story of day,” she said with some finality.

After talking a few minutes, the rescuer drove away and the danger of the morning disappeared. Whew. What a morning. And it’s only about eight o’clock.

I’ll be inspecting this house for the next several months (how about years?) for sure. I will always wonder why the thing was so wet. There was the time at about five o'clock this morning when I got up as nature called. Hmmmm. I wonder if.....forget it, not gonna think about it.

All’s well that ends well, I guess.

If I live to be 130 years old, I will never look in a toilet the same way again.

Keep a light on. (:==---

The End.

We hope you enjoyed the story and
maybe had a good chuckle...

PICTURES will be posted

...TOMORROW with follow up about critter.

The mystery toilet guest!

Hi there...this is Chancy...we have a real mystery here, do you think you can solve it?

My mom's brother had quite an adventure yesterday morning.

The mystery toilet guest!

Can you guess what it might be?

It’s Tuesday morning, October 14, 2008, ten till seven. Jan is in the shower and I think I’ll get up.

I walk to the kid’s bathroom in the hallway and go in. I look at where I am going….wait a minute. What’s that? is that something in the…..in the toilet? Well, who did that and didn’t flush. Yeh who? It’s only Jan and me in the house now. Wait….is that….what is it? There’s something in the toilet and, and uh, I need a closer look!

So I turned on the light, inched a little closer to the uncovered bowl…..what the? I see fur….and a tail……IT’S A RAT!! A BIG DAMN RAT!!

I can’t believe it…..all kinds of things are going through my mind….is it alive?…..let me get close again and, uh, take another look…….IT TURNED IT’S HEAD! IT’S GOT TO BE ALIVE IF IT TURNED IT’S HEAD, RIGHT?
NOW WHAT DO I DO?

I better get something…do something! I better first put on some pants. I get my sweats and yank ‘em up, and throw on a polo shirt.

Hurry….I go downstairs, race through the kitchen and into the garage. There has to be something in the garage I can use to kill this thing……wow…KILL THIS THING….do I gotta do that?

I still can’t believe what I am doing as I get into the garage. What can I get…better hurry…a bucket….nah, that’s no good. I know, I’ll get my new tree pruner….that will do it…..and a hoe…yeh, I’ll just take down this hoe …..better get my rubber gloves….OK, get upstairs quickly….wait a minute….a tree trimmer? What the hell am I going to do with this tree trimmer…the pole on this thing is eight feet long….way too long to control…anyway, what am I gonna do, clip off the creatures head?

I put the trimmer next to the back door and get back into the house. I hurried up to the bathroom while slipping on the rubber gloves and trying to carry the hoe. Better look again and see if he’s……..yep, he’s still there….nose under the porcelain rim in the front of the bowl with his tail, his soggy furry tail, almost in the water. Oh my God…this is sooooooo gross!

Ok, I have my rubber gloves on, set. I have the hoe, set.

You big dummy, what are you going to do with a hoe?! One swing and porcelain and water will be scattered all over the floor and you’ll be going solo with a RAT in the bathroom!

Now what the heck am I going to do…must have asked myself that a hundred times, at least.

Hey, I gotta tell Jan. Maybe SHE will know what to do.

...check back tomorrow for the rest of the story!