The Church Mouse Speaks
The Church Mouse Speaks
August 2, 2006
Happy feast of St Peter Julian Eymard, whose devotion to the Blessed Sacrament led to the founding of 2 orders of priests and 1 order of nuns. He was a busy man. It is also the feast of Eusebius of Vercelli, a bishop, whose interesting life included defending St. Athanasius (not an easy thing to do--this is the man who threatened to punch Arius in the nose at the Council of Nicea. Rumor has it that St. Nicholas actually did punch him, but that's another story.) Eusebius moved more times than an illegal alien running from the INS, but he took the time to sock it to the Arians wherever he went. Old and tired, he finally made it back home to Vercelli, where they were actually glad to see him. His last years were so quiet and peaceful that nothing is known about them.
Big fun at the little house this morning. Bath was running. Phone was ringing (guess who?) Stasi was investigating bath, startled by phone, and fell in. Her considerable girth posed a bit of a challenge for getting out, but she sure didn't want any help. She finally scrambled over the side and fled the bathroom, leaving wet footprints all the way to the dining room table. She was still grooming herself and trying to look casual when I left for work. Bouncer thought the whole thing was hilarious. Stasi was not amused.
If things are active at the little house cat-wise, you should just look at 1405. With Julie and Tori-Ting moving in, the cat population is up to six. Will once had a book entitled Nobody Should Have Six Cats. As I recall, the solution to the six cat problem was adding a seventh. Hmmm.... Anyway, Tori is still Queen of All She Surveys, but Julie has decided she'll simply murder the competition. As she lacks front claws, her threats are missing a certain veracity, and the boys mostly ignore her, which seems to infuriate her even more completely. She whacked Bombay across the face. Now you must remember, this is kitty clawless attacking kitty myopic and cross-eyed. Bombay didn't even bother to hiss. Julie was completely nonplussed. She then attacked Boston, who, feeling that she must desire conflict of some sort, chased her into the bedroom closet. So... Bombay is napping on the bed, Tori is hissing from the top of the bed, Boston is pacing back and forth in front of the closet door, growling quietly, and Julie is doing a fairly good Banshee imitation from inside the closet. Welcome to the cat house!