Well, the Christmas
tree is bare and all tinsel off (what a bitch to remove) and it is now standing majestic in the middle of my bedroom ... shedding
a few needles. I pulled Chuck and Mishi out of their warm nest and got them to wake up early. I showed Mishi the tree and
she jumped to the blind to inspect it from a distance. Chuck took one whiff and dove down my shirt.
Last year when
he was 4 months old, he'd have nothing to do with it, much preferring familiar objects like chairs and cages. Initially, the
two were frozen in place on the blind. Then, Mishi started "doing the math" and disappeared into the tree. Chuck watched as
she leaped in and out. I think I heard her call him "chicken" and he started his own calculations and took a leap of faith
into the pine needles.
So now, they are in and out playing tag with an occasional shirt dive to check out Mom. Chuck
is now brave and keeps jumping to me to make sure I approve of his efforts. Seems that behind every successful flyer is a
lady flyer ... or rather, she's out front leading the way. LOL
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Date Posted: 18:36:36 01/09/04 Fri
Wedding for Chuck?
Keep little Chuckie in your prayers. I received a note from Mary Jane about Chuck and Mishi's
stay with she and David and their Benjamin and Sophie while I was at Longboat Key.
"David keeps hoping we will not
have to serve child custody papers to Chuck as he is not absolutely sure there wasn't some activity (during his recent stay)."
Mishi is not speaking to Chuck.
Date Posted: 08:35:53 01/10/04 Sat
Subject: As the Furball
Don't miss the next episode of "As the Furball Flies." Will Chuck be forced into a loveless match?
Does it really count as a shotgun wedding if the flyer is busy trying to hide nuts in the shotgun barrel during the ceremony??
Will Rocky be forced out into the cold cruel world, or has he found a new home with Ferris and family?? Is Dennis really so
starved for positive reinforcement that he has sunk to posting compliements to himself on his message board, while vainly
attempting to disguise his efforts by using aliases??? Tune in tomorrow to catch another episode of ...
AS THE FURBALL
Date Posted: 13:01:52 01/10/04 Sat
Subject: Re: As the Furball Flies...
reply to: pagan 's message, "As the Furball Flies..." on 08:35:53 01/10/04 Sat
In today's episode, Ferris and
family struggle with that timeless question, "what is the meaning of a Rockyless life?" Will wife chance the mastication of
her home? Can the dog survive another night of endless pursuits? Will Ferris ever again chance upon Rocky in the kitchen sink?
What drama in the North Woods!
Date Posted: 20:11:01 01/14/04 Wed
Subject: Alas, Chuck has lost weight ...
reply to: Cheri 's message, "Re: As the Furball Flies...This is pretty good stuff, I don't like sope on TV but this is great...." on 19:08:24 01/14/04 Wed
from the constant worry that "Uncle David" will show up with papers to serve ... or worse with a shotgun:-( I tell him that
Benjamin lives there all the time; so no one can pin it on him. So what if Benjamin is only 4 months old ... records are meant
to break. Chuck ... just refuse a DNA test.
to be continued ......
Date Posted: 06:05:52 01/15/04 Thu
Subject: As the Furball Flies... Part 2
to another Episode of the Number One rated soap on this board, As the Furball Flies! Our story continues as we find our furry
friends grappling with life's most serious issues... Will Chuck be forced into a furry DNA analysis reveal that he is not
the father of Sophie's baby. Is Chuck losing weight from constant stress, or has he been cursed to be thinner by a gypsy?
Will Sophie discover that she is NOT pregnant, but has simply been munching too many pecans? Will Benjamin's threatened manhood
ever recover from this aspersion, or will he forever believe himself to be... inadequate? Will Mishi forgive Chuck, in the
hope that HE doesn't find out about her own late-night internet chats with Nutkin? Will Mindlina join the convent, as she
secretly hopes to do? Will Saffy's career as a chantuese stall forever here in Charleston, or will she steal away to Hollywood
to realize her dream?? Will Ferris and family adopt poor Rocky, or will they heartlessly toss him out into the cold cruel
world? Are wedding bells in the future for Dennis and Joan? Will she assist him in the top-secret program training Fighter
Furballs for the Department of Defense??
For the answers to these and other questions, tune in next time to...
AS THE FURBALL FLIES!!!
Date Posted: 17:20:28 01/15/04 Thu
Subject: AS THE FURBALL FLIES!!! ... part
Chuck, now a shadow of his former self, decided to confront Mishi about Nutkin. He complains that she is "always
on that damn computer" and "cares more about the Internet than me". Since Chuck refused the DNA testing, telling Uncle David
to "Bite me!", things have gone from bad to worse. Sophie says the rabbit died and Benjamin is a little wimp who prefers to
stay in Daddy's shirt instead of acting like a man and standing up for her.
Chuck is talking about a separation
from Mishi and dividing the joint cage furniture. Thank goodness Mishi's little lavender Wodent Wheel arrived so each can
have one. "Spin, spin, spin all night ... that's all you ever do!" complains Mishi. She plans to contact Nutkin and see if
he wants to move in with her. "He's a real stud".
Chuck is going to ask Rocky to share his pad at least until spring
when the weather will be better for homeless flyers.
Benjamin is thinking of joining Mindlina at the convent ...
at least until his "nuts" drop, then maybe the monastery in Kentucky. He's still a boy soprano.
Sophie thinks Saffy
is a "hussy" and warns "the bitch" to get out of Charleston as there is not enough room in the South for the two of them.
Thinks Saffy will have a "conniption fit" and "take to her bed" with the "vapors", but Sophie has plans if she does.
Joan is distressed that Dennis has not answered and has halted all training of the NAS Jax Blue Angel Flyers.
Chuckie Goes to Cross Creek
This past weekend, I met my sister at my cousin's house in Melrose. We planned to
visit hardware/feed stores (a family genetic thing;-) and visit Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings' home at Cross Creek:
Creek is a bend in a country road, by land, and the flowing Lochloosa Lake into Orange Lake, by water. We are four miles west
of the small village of Island Grove, nine miles east of a turpentine still, and on the other sides we do not count distance
at all, for the two lakes and the broad marshes create an infinite space between us and the horizon.
~Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
Chuck was all for it, but Mishi grumbled when pulled from the
warm nest box. Both were plopped into my shirt as the travel cage had to be on it's side during the drive over from Fleming
Island. It's an easy 45 minutes to Melrose and my sister was already there.
Chuck and Mishi's cage were set up
in the laundry in deference to the wheel running all night. They did get to sit in the living room while we watched TV that
evening, but Mishi got them both caged early when she decided to climb inside the reclining chair I was sitting in. She would
poke her head out and run when reached for. Jean got her cornered in the back and I swept her up and she was behind bars before
she knew what hit.
The next morning, we prepared to take off and Mishi was left behind to sleep while Chuck was
game to go. We arrived at Cross Creek in time for the next tour and Chuck slept until I pulled him out to show one of the
guides. He was his usual hit. After the formal tour, we walked along one of the trails until it ended. Turning back, we ran
into some other people heading where we'd just left. "Be careful." I said, pulling Chuck out of my shirt and holding him in
my hand until he shot across my arm and into my shirt. "There's a whole colony of them up ahead and they'll jump and you and
dive down your shirts." We left the wide eyed strangers and headed off to lunch.
The Yearling Restaurant
is not far from Cross Creek and we stopped there. I ordered fried quail (don't tell Michelle on the Button Quail Forum ;-)
and it was the first I've had that you didn't have to be careful of buckshot when you chewed. The restaurant had a large room
with antiques and old books and we roamed awhile after lunch. Chuck was "Kilroy" peeking at everything and was staring at
a woman with a German accent. I asked her if she'd ever seen a flying squirrel. "No," she says as Chuck continues to hang
out the front of my shirt. I finally pointed to him and she jumps back startled. "What's that!" "A flying squirrel," I reply
as I pull him out of the shirt and she has about 3 seconds to view him as he races toward the safety zone of my shirt. She
runs and tells her husband and he want to see him. Both are smiling as we leave and Chuck is smug in the knowledge that his
sphere of influence is now international.