Monday, November 24, 2008


Meowy happy Monday morning.

It's me, Piglet. I've absconded--uh, comandeered--um, hijacked--no, that's not it, either. I've graciously agreed to write today's blog post. Only shh! Don't tell Sarita. She's still in bed with the guy who brings my food. I think she said he's a pain in her neck or something. No, that's not right, I don't think. I've known them for a lot of years and I've never heard her say he's a pain in her anything. So I'm not exactly sure what the deal is but hey, who cares? All I know is I've got the keyboard...the world is at my pawtips.

Listen, if you're here hoping for one of those sappy Wednesday stories or a post about the whole NaNoNutjobWriting thing you're out of luck. Just move along now, find another writer who's blogging about that stuff today. I don't do sap. And, for obvious reasons, I don't write so I don't have any word counts, plot twists or characters to share. And my upcoming releases? Heh heh heh...I'm pretty sure you don't want to hear about that, do you?

So what am I going to chat about this cloudy, gray morning? Nothing. Nada. Niente. Zip. Zero. Zilch. Nossir, not a thing. No chat.

This is my blog post so I'm going to show you some stuff. Let's see if your as observant as I think you are. I'm hoping you'll be able to solve a mystery for me. I asked Sarita, and I think she knows what's up, but she's not talking. So it's all in your hands...

Yesterday I took a walk around the farm. There are loads of interesting spots out here in the middle of nowhere, and I think I checked out most of them. I was searching, you see. And a search? Well, it's not a really good search unless you poke into lots of spots. I'll show you what I looked for...


I looked in all the usual places

but I couldn't find even one of pink things.

Where'd they all go?

Okay, now I know there were a whole bunch

of these flying, chirpy things.

They lived in those houses the food guy built.


Couldn't find one of them.

Not even a feather.

I gotta tell you, I really like these.

A lot.

Looked high and low,

but they're all gone.

How could they leave without telling me?

These things don't ever move.

They're always in the same spot.

Year after year, I know where to find them


All gone. Every single one of them.


I tell you, it's a mystery.

I was pretty bummed about these

being gone, too.

I like to lick them when no one's looking.

But that's just between us, you hear?

Someone must have stolen all of these.

I can't figure out who would do it, though.

These are prickly as all get-out

but they smell real good.

Must've been a thief with cement fingers.

Who took all of the little flying things?

The yard is empty.

No fluttering.

No flapping.

No fun.

So sad.

How could all of this just vanish?

What about these?

Where are they?

Where is it all?

I ask you, where did everything go?




And how am I supposed to do this...

in this?


Diane Craver said...

Hey Piglet,
You did a great post - love all the beautiful photos too!

Dru said...

Poor Piglet, I feel your pain. Just remember, you'll get your flowers and flying things next year around April.

Jennifer Shirk said...

Pretty pics! I miss all my flowers too. :(

Wendy said...

How cute! I loved every word. And here's some advice - stay in bed all day.

Melissa McClone said...

Thanks for blogging, Piglet! And I love the photos. It's great how opposable thumbs aren't necessary now with digital cameras!

Linda Banche said...

Ah, I love it! What a great post. Have your cat blog again sometime. And your pictures are great. Or did the cat take them?