Family codes and rituals
Freddy Woo writes, "as a child we used to have a 'whoever cuts doesn't choose the slice' rule with cake. It worked brilliantly, but it's left me completely anal about dividing up food - my wife just takes the piss as I ritually compare all the slice sizes."
What codes and rituals does your family have?
( , Thu 20 Nov 2008, 18:05)
Freddy Woo writes, "as a child we used to have a 'whoever cuts doesn't choose the slice' rule with cake. It worked brilliantly, but it's left me completely anal about dividing up food - my wife just takes the piss as I ritually compare all the slice sizes."
What codes and rituals does your family have?
( , Thu 20 Nov 2008, 18:05)
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Mogus Time
At around 11pm each night, it is Mogus Time.
Our cat, Tessa, aka 'The Mogus' is ceremonially removed from her basket/cupboard/one of the bins that she thinks is cosy, and put outside for the night.
The high priest of this ritual is my Dad, who says somthing like "Up and down the country, Mummies and Daddies are saying to their Moguses: It's Mogus time". Sometimes he will also do the voice of Tessa, saying things like "Oh, can't I stay inside?" or "But Daddy, it's cold and wet!" and if I'm in the room, he'll bring her over to me and say, in Tessa's voice, "Night, you Peep!"
The Mogus is then put outside, and the door is locked. We have no cat-flap, so if she wants to come in, she has to scrabble on the window until someone notices and lets her inside.
One night, she managed to evade Mogus Time entirely by hiding under the sofa (I say 'sofa', it was more like a park bench with some cushions on it). When Dad was relating this anecdote, he said "And then Tessa gave me a look as if to say: "Look Daddy! I stayed in all night!""
This was swiftly followed by an a.m. Mogus Time.
( , Sun 23 Nov 2008, 14:52, 7 replies)
At around 11pm each night, it is Mogus Time.
Our cat, Tessa, aka 'The Mogus' is ceremonially removed from her basket/cupboard/one of the bins that she thinks is cosy, and put outside for the night.
The high priest of this ritual is my Dad, who says somthing like "Up and down the country, Mummies and Daddies are saying to their Moguses: It's Mogus time". Sometimes he will also do the voice of Tessa, saying things like "Oh, can't I stay inside?" or "But Daddy, it's cold and wet!" and if I'm in the room, he'll bring her over to me and say, in Tessa's voice, "Night, you Peep!"
The Mogus is then put outside, and the door is locked. We have no cat-flap, so if she wants to come in, she has to scrabble on the window until someone notices and lets her inside.
One night, she managed to evade Mogus Time entirely by hiding under the sofa (I say 'sofa', it was more like a park bench with some cushions on it). When Dad was relating this anecdote, he said "And then Tessa gave me a look as if to say: "Look Daddy! I stayed in all night!""
This was swiftly followed by an a.m. Mogus Time.
( , Sun 23 Nov 2008, 14:52, 7 replies)
This is the sweetest story.
Your dad should write a children's book all about it.
( , Sun 23 Nov 2008, 15:43, closed)
Your dad should write a children's book all about it.
( , Sun 23 Nov 2008, 15:43, closed)
Yes indeed.......
......A heartwarming story about a loving family man, a cute and friendly feline companion, and the nightly acts of cruelty that occur between them.
Marvel at the cat stood in the rain mewling uncomprehendingly at the door of its warm, safe and comfortable home, from which it has been inexplicably barred. Grin as feline influenza takes hold and chortle at the massive flesh wounds (caused by a ravenous fox), oozing caked blood on a freezing and bitter Feburary morning.
Should be a best seller.
( , Mon 24 Nov 2008, 15:44, closed)
......A heartwarming story about a loving family man, a cute and friendly feline companion, and the nightly acts of cruelty that occur between them.
Marvel at the cat stood in the rain mewling uncomprehendingly at the door of its warm, safe and comfortable home, from which it has been inexplicably barred. Grin as feline influenza takes hold and chortle at the massive flesh wounds (caused by a ravenous fox), oozing caked blood on a freezing and bitter Feburary morning.
Should be a best seller.
( , Mon 24 Nov 2008, 15:44, closed)
Foxes don't eat cats
and she's been vaccinated against feline influenza.
When she goes outside, she either goes hunting for squeaky things or goes to her shed for a snooze, where there is a very comfortable furry kitty igloo for her.
( , Mon 24 Nov 2008, 17:21, closed)
and she's been vaccinated against feline influenza.
When she goes outside, she either goes hunting for squeaky things or goes to her shed for a snooze, where there is a very comfortable furry kitty igloo for her.
( , Mon 24 Nov 2008, 17:21, closed)
bugger it......
.....I did put a bit on the end of my post illustrating it was just me joking, but it got lopped off and now it looks like I was being all serious.
Apologies, didn't mean to sound like I was accusing you of mogus cruelty!
ps: Foxes will quite happily kill and eat cats - I've watched one do it in the car park opposite my lounge. Annoying, cos I had a fiver on the cat too.
( , Wed 26 Nov 2008, 16:21, closed)
.....I did put a bit on the end of my post illustrating it was just me joking, but it got lopped off and now it looks like I was being all serious.
Apologies, didn't mean to sound like I was accusing you of mogus cruelty!
ps: Foxes will quite happily kill and eat cats - I've watched one do it in the car park opposite my lounge. Annoying, cos I had a fiver on the cat too.
( , Wed 26 Nov 2008, 16:21, closed)
Really?
Oh no! Time to bring back hunting with hounds - for the protection of Moguses everywhere!
I'm glad you were joking, I wasn't sure if you were or not, I'm not very good at that sort of thing.
( , Thu 27 Nov 2008, 12:45, closed)
Oh no! Time to bring back hunting with hounds - for the protection of Moguses everywhere!
I'm glad you were joking, I wasn't sure if you were or not, I'm not very good at that sort of thing.
( , Thu 27 Nov 2008, 12:45, closed)
Fantasticaly Sweet
And "Up and down the country, Mummies and Daddies are saying to their Moguses: It's Mogus time" gets a click from me.
( , Sun 23 Nov 2008, 17:56, closed)
And "Up and down the country, Mummies and Daddies are saying to their Moguses: It's Mogus time" gets a click from me.
( , Sun 23 Nov 2008, 17:56, closed)
We don't have a name for it,
but we do have a catflap, however it's a magnetic one and our cat is 'too posh to push', so every night, out she goes. Cue the sadfaced kitty.
*click* for talking to (and for) your pets!
( , Mon 24 Nov 2008, 0:55, closed)
but we do have a catflap, however it's a magnetic one and our cat is 'too posh to push', so every night, out she goes. Cue the sadfaced kitty.
*click* for talking to (and for) your pets!
( , Mon 24 Nov 2008, 0:55, closed)
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