Noll Has His Cake...

It's Sunday.

A day of rest.

The sun is shining.

We have homemade chocolate cake
with rainbow sprinkles.

Did I mention we have cake?


Noll on Nipping Etiquette

Apparently, there are conventional rules of social behavior
 where nipping is concerned.

Who? Knew?

Purrsonally, I believe this is all disinformation. 
However, I have been commissioned to write about nipping etiquette;
to enlighten efurryone
and (hopefully) ameliorate my bad manners. 


My Own says Tiggy always displays absolute decorum and disposition
regarding the proper enjoyment of Noll's Nip. 
Here we see Tiggy, gentleman mancat,
poised neatly on the edge of his nip napkin. 
 "The edge." 
Neatly. On.The.Edge! 
No fuss, no muss.
Note, how Tiggy fully enjoys his treat without making a mess of things,
or losing his self control. 

****Nipping Etiquette****
Rule #1:  Keeps your nip napkin neat.
Rule #2:  Keeps your feet under control.
Rule#3:  Keeps to the edges.
Rule#4:  Keeps your nip ON.THE.NAPKIN.

And THIS is what a failure
to abide by the rules of Nipping Etiquette looks like!

Should one forget the four aforementioned rules,
politely & contritely & immediately
exhibit remorse.
THIS is the proper stance to undertake following a
breaching of nipping etiquette:


(Of course, I prefer such an "exhibition" to rules!)


Noll on Charity

Once a year, the closets are turned inside out;
the wardrobe and stacking trays too. 
 It is an interesting time. 
We hears funny comments like,
"The cleaners shrunk my clothes." 

  I especially like to climb into the spaces
 created by this annual, end-of-the-year ritual. 

You can always count on Uncle Keaks
 to do quirky things;
Like a square dance
in a rectangular pine wardrobe.

Three times round, and out he goes!

My Own & her family
might make the donation decisions,
however, my role in this endeavor
 is the most importantest!

I console the gently-loved clothes.  
I snuggle under them, giving comfort.
I rest my Nollie head
upon them one last time. 

Before they are packed up and spirited away
 to a place known as "Goodwill,"I impart a hair or two for remembrance.

Then, I gently pat each one and whisper: 

"There, there, you will find a new home."