Friday Flashback and Caturday Art.

This week the flashback comes from July 2012 and is called:
Poop Mountain.

Flynn: This is the horse poop heap from the stables in the winter. Mousies and rats go under there but I can't get after them.

There has been an introoder cat around so I have to put my smell on the poop heap to hide his smell. Mum says I'm a little stinker.

Eric: I had better check you've covered up the introoder smell.

Yup, that seems to be in order.

I had better check down the bottom too.

Poop heap climbing is fun. Almost as good as rolling in pheasant poop.*
*If you want to know more about Eric's fascination with rolling in pheasant poop click here and here.

I am joining Athena the Cat Goddess for Caturday Art.

I started with Flow at 40% then added Frost at 20%.
Of course there is a puzzle.

99 Caturday Art 4.05.19

I am also joining Sandee at Comedy Plus for the Feline Friday blog hop.

Eric's Day Flashback

This week the flashback comes from June 2010 and is called:

Pheasant Poop!
Eric: We had been for a walk around the fields and were on our way back home when suddenly.....

Ahhh pheasant poop! My favourite. I love to roll my face in all it's stinkiness. It's not so good when mum shoves my head in the horse trough to wash it off though. Maybe she hasn't seen it.

Huh! She did see it and she shouted at me and told me not to even think of rolling in it. I'm going to sulk!

Flynn: Oh yuk! I think I stepped in it!

Eric's Day Flashback

This week the flashback comes from March 2010 and is called:

Another Day, Another Walk.

Eric: The weather stayed dry so we took mum for another walk. Flynn was listening to mousies so I crept up on him.

He jumped into the hedge after it, but this one got away. He will be back looking for it again tomorrow.

Then we sat in the grass for a while and did a bit of nomming.

Flynn was still listening for mousies, but I kept nomming.

Then Flynn decided it was time to walk again, so I had to follow him. That boy can't sit still for two minutes!

I climbed on the hedge to look at the sheep but couldn't see them.

I looked the other way but still couldn't see them. They must have moved into another field.
Then bliss! I found some pheasant poop and was going to have a good roll in it, but mum saw me and shouted at me. I ignored her so she pushed me away from it, so I bit her. It wasn't a hard bite, just a warning bite to leave me alone because I wanted the poop. Do you know what she did? She smacked my bottom. How dare she! I may report her for cruelty.

All the time this was happening, Mr.Goody Twoshoes Flynn was sat posing in the sun so she would tell him what a good handsome boy he is. BLEH!

The Friday Flashback - Stinky Eric

This Friday Flashback is from February 2010 and is called:

STINKY ERIC.

The other day when we visited Caren and Cody, there was a list of why cats are better than dogs and one was that cats don't roll in the mud. I, Eric, had to admit that I not only rolled in mud but also had a liking for rolling in pheasant poop, so we chose this flashback with them in mind.

We went for another walk and stopped to sit in the sun for a while.



Flynn found a bit of branch and decided to put his stink on it. If the video won't play you can watch it on You Tube.

I decided to have a roll too. Mum said she was glad to see us enjoying ourselves. Then she saw IT!

On the side of my face was all smelly black tarry stuff.

Mum thought it was a leaf stuck to me at first, then she realised I was rolling in pheasant poop. She yelled at me to stop but I was enjoying it too much. Do you know what she did then?

She picked me up and plonked me on the edge of the horse drinking trough and tried to drown me! Look how wet she made the side of my head and down my leg. It was a cold day. I could have frozen to death! I've a good mind to report her to the RSPCA.

Poop!

Eric: We had been for a walk around the fields and were on our way back home when suddenly.....

Ahhh pheasant poop! My favourite. I love to roll my face in all it's stinkiness. It's not so good when mum shoves my head in the horse trough to wash it off though. Maybe she hasn't seen it.

Huh! She did see it and she shouted at me and told me not to even think of rolling in it. I'm going to sulk!

Flynn: Oh yuk! I think I stepped in it!

Another Day Another Walk.

Eric: The weather stayed dry so we took mum for another walk. Flynn was listening to mousies so I crept up on him.

He jumped into the hedge after it, but this one got away. He will be back looking for it again tomorrow.

Then we sat in the grass for a while and did a bit of nomming.

Flynn was still listening for mousies, but I kept nomming.

Then Flynn decided it was time to walk again, so I had to follow him. That boy can't sit still for two minutes!

I climbed on the hedge to look at the sheep but couldn't see them.

I looked the other way but still couldn't see them. They must have moved into another field.

Then bliss! I found some pheasant poop and was going to have a good roll in it, but mum saw me and shouted at me. I ignored her so she pushed me away from it, so I bit her. It wasn't a hard bite, just a warning bite to leave me alone because I wanted the poop. Do you know what she did? She smacked my bottom. How dare she! I may report her for cruelty.

All the time this was happening, Mr.Goody Twoshoes Flynn was sat posing in the sun so she would tell him what a good handsome boy he is. BLECH!

Stinky Eric

We went for another walk and stopped to sit in the sun for a while.



Flynn found a bit of branch and decided to put his stink on it.

I decided to have a roll too. Mum said she was glad to see us enjoying ourselves. Then she saw IT!

On the side of my face was all smelly black tarry stuff.

Mum thought it was a leaf stuck to me at first, then she realised I was rolling in pheasant poop. She yelled at me to stop but I was enjoying it too much. Do you know what she did then?

She picked me up and plonked me on the edge of the horse drinking trough and tried to drown me! Look how wet she made the side of my head and down my leg. It was a cold day. I could have frozen to death! I've a good mind to report her to the RSPCA.

A bit more than a week ago Zoolatry made us our lovely new header. Although we emailed our thanks at the time, we hang our heads when we admit we forgot to acknowledge it when we put it on our blog. Thanks Ann, Maggy and Zoey, it's great.