Just two more weeks until Season Two of Sherlock Herms Purranormal Mysteries debutes on January 27th. I know you’re impatient, but Hwermie and our mom say it will hopefully be well worth the wait. And if its not…don’t hiss at me. I’m only the messenger.
Last week I got to try out my new camera that Santa Claws brung me by taking sekret pikchures of Behind the Scenes around my house. I thought they were wonderpurr, but I got a lot of flack from my fambly, especially from Mom when I showed her poor cooking skillz, and from Hwermie when I showed him in the litter box.
Sorry Hwermie! Nobody said it was easy being famous.
And now on with the Show! Here are this week’s Behind the Scenes pikchures. Yoo will note there seems to be excessive pawtying going on at my house. I guess they’re trying to come down from the Christmas and Mew Year holiday high, but there’s been a lot of sniffin’ of da nip. Read More
This article was previously published in the Purrington Post. It is focused on cats, however quite obviously the deadly toxins from candles applies to not only cats, but dogs, birds, ferrets…humans! Please read and share. Super important Need To Know stuff here.
The Appeal of Scented Candles
Who of us haven’t indulged in the pleasure of scented candles in the home? They can infuse a room with delicious fragrance, or add a romantic ambiance to a meal and of course make bath time more relaxing and luxurious. Sales of scented candles have soared in recent years as they have come to represent the ultimate expression of ‘me’ time.
As such, scented candles are a favorite indulgence of many households, but did you know that their fumes are as toxic as cigarettes? Burning low quality commercial candles in your home can cause serious illness to you, your family and your pets.
The problem is that most commercial candles are made of paraffin which comes from petroleum, and therefore it’s neither sustainable nor environmentally-friendly. Paraffin is the final residue left from refining crude oil. It’s made from the sludge in the bottom of a barrel of oil which is then bleached by adding dioxin and other poisonous chemicals and then texturized with a chemical called acrolyn. And afterwards, stearic acid, a byproduct of the meatpacking slaughterhouses, is added as a hardener. Read More
Last Sunday morning my husband Ray complained that our tabby kitten had kept him awake.
Not because Dori loves to chew our toes and has an impressive bite for such tiny teeth. Rather, the bell on her collar jingled non-stop throughout the night.
The same bell she’s worn since May.
I’ve been married a long time. I knew better than to suggest the giant chocolate bar he ate an hour before bedtime could have been a contributing factor to his insomnia.
And true — Dori loves to jingle. She has developed a hippy-hop-jog type-of-walk to make the bell accompany her every step. She doesn’t simply walk into a room. She prances. She gallops!
There are times when I am forced to search the house to find my other cats, but never Dori. If I listen, a sweet tinkling tone will tell me she’s upstairs in my office or the cat apartment, or maybe in the sun room playing with her toys.
At Ray’s request I removed Dori’s collar at bedtime. I’m all about keeping the mood in my house relatively calm — as calm as I can with six furry drama queens in residence. Notice I didn’t include my giant chocolate bar-eating husband as the seventh.
Again. I’ve been married a long time.
So now Dori is jingle-free from 10:00 p.m. to 6:30 a.m. Initially she freaked out. She pranced, she whirled, she galloped, she leaped tall cat trees at a single bound — all without sound.
In clear distress, she ran to me as if to ask whether something was wrong with her. I showed her the collar and shook it so she could hear the bell. And then I placed the collar by her breakfast bowl, ready to be slipped over her head in the morning.
Sometime in the night, long after my dear husband was fast asleep, I heard the sweet soft tinkling tone of a jingle bell being swatted by a tiny paw across the kitchen floor.
Pictures always tell the real story. When I couldn’t pump any more product from this container of Vaseline Total Moisture hand lotion, I wrenched the top off. Wrench is a good word. Clearly the top isn’t meant to twist off. Then I pounded the container against a glass to empty out the remaining product. Look how much hand lotion was still inside even though I couldn’t pump it out. Hmmm. Design flaw? I wonder how many consumers toss it when it no longer pumps the lotion, figuring it to be empty?I see this as a subtle way of Big Biz hoping Average Josephine won’t bother doing what I did — pound out the remaining product — but instead buy a replacement. Think about this next time something appears to be empty.