Mansion at Midnight: May 2012

This is my little not so scary Halloween blog "Mansion At Midnight"
... Inspired by Disney's Haunted Mansion...
I always wanted to be at the Haunted Mansion at Midnight...

Thanks for stopping by...

In Irons

Monday, May 21, 2012

Excerpt from a Dog and Cat's Diary

I thought this was hilarious, I dont remember where this came from but kudos to the original authors, all the links I had are now dead 

Excerpts from a Dog's Diary

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpts from a Cat's Diary

Day 983 of my captivity. 

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.  The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. 

In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards! 

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However,I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. 

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe, for now...

Friday, May 18, 2012

New URL Address For MansionAtMidnight

Hi folks, to eliminate some confusion on my blog address I am changing it to:

Even though I liked the concept of the Bittacle (archaic word for a compass binnacle which lends itself to the world wide web and navigation and all) the Mansion At Midnight can now point to the right URL I hope.
In Irons

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Our Hearts are Broken..

Our hearts are broken, our little girl cat Belle had to be put to sleep due to a "saddle thrombus" which is a blood clot that settles in the rear pelvic region.  Its very painful for the animal and the prognosis is not good and 98% of all cats will have a reoccurrence of it within 2 years (usually less).  Belle had a heart murmur that was undetectable 9 months ago, then 5 months ago it was discovered and then yesterday was found to have grown and damaged her heart.  It was that fast, Monday she was playing and eating and then Tuesday we couldnt find her and finally found her behind the spa on our screen porch (we dont let them out)... I picked her up and put her on top of the spa (favorite spot for her) and then noticed she was dragging her hind legs.

We immediately took her to the vet.  We were all on board for aggresive treatment but this morning it was discovered she had deteriorated, she couldnt even pick herself up and the pain became greater for her. 

We got her because Mrs. InIrons was out numbered by males in the house...but wouldnt you know it, she became my little girl spending the whole day in the office with me (I work from home) and following me around the house wherever I went.  She liked being with Mrs InIrons too and even though she was 2 years old and about 9 months with us, she was adapting to the other 2 rascals that we have.

As I said our hearts are broken...