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Our dear Percy (Perseverance) left us early yesterday morning, December 17, 2019.  Ir was not unexpected but he was a great loss.  Not only because he was greatly loved, but because he was the last of the original Funny Farmers.  The house seems so quiet.  Even Marcus the Mouth is subdued. Back around 2003 - 2006, the FFs arrived here, one by one, from a variety of

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It's time to do a little celebrating again, and as usual we are late posting on it.  Yesterday, Wednesday, November 6th was the big day. Marcus celebrated his 6th birthday. Taylor celebrated her 4th Gotcha Day with us. Many thanks to Mom Ingrid, Pipo, Dalton, and Benji for the lovely graphic.  This is the largest it will post here, for some reason, but hopefully if you click on

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Marcus:  ... and then he fell over backwards and had to dig through his backpack looking for an extra pair of underwear.  Percy:  Jaaaaaaan, can you come here for a moment?  Jan:  What do you want, Percy? Percy:  The truth!  I don't believe a word Marcus is telling me about some imaginary incident last week when he supposedly scared some poor guy

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Taylor:  Oh, Micah, we're so sorry you were overlooked on your special day Tuesday. Marcus:  Yes, we are.  It's that Jan.  She keeps the special day calendar in a file drawer and forgets to mention such occasions when she sees them. Percy:  I think that's because she forgets.  You know, she forgets what she read on the calendar, she forgets what day it is, she even

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Percy:  Well, I see you have retained your passion for beating up shopping carts.  And Jan. Marcus:  I have never beaten up Jan! Percy:  Save your breath.  I witnessed it through the window with my own eyes this time. Plus you stomped her foot injury for the umpteenth time. Marcus:  I had nothing to do with that foot accident. Percy:  The original one, no.&

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It is so hard to believe dear Percy turns 15 years old today.  He was so tiny when Merci rescued him.  I thought he was a bird.  He chirped for a time, so he was temporarily named Birdie.  If he had not persevered until I believed Merci was correct and that chirping in the bush was actually a kitten, he would never have been rescued.  Perseverance was the perfect name

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Cyndi, my beautiful calico matriarch, left us this morning.  It was not unexpected, yet it was still a shock.  She did know when I was near, and she loved to cuddle.  .  It is a bitterly cold day.  At least to me.  Perhaps because on top of other health problems I have been going through these past months, I now have a respiratory illness and a fever.  I am

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Cyndi:  Farewell, Barkley.  Most of you guys won't remember remember him.  He was before your time. Percy:  I remember meeting Barkley.  He was a pup trapped inside a local mill being torn down.  The building was inside a locked gate, but the foreman at the time helped Jan rescue him.  She brought him home and the local Humane Society helped with his vet

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Merry Christmas to all our blogging and non-blogging friends. Cyndi:  We should probably mention the big, brightly lighted and decorated house on the card is not our home. Micah:  Why would you tell everyone that?  It was supposed to be our secret. Marcus:  You know Cyndi.  She always tells the truth. Percy:  Perhaps some of her honesty will rub off on you

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Taylor:  It's Cyndi's birthday.  Our sweet girl turns 15 years old today.  This is an important date for our furry matriarch and Jan forgot to read the calendar again. Percy:  If it wasn't for Pipo, Dalton & their mom Ingrid, we would have a hard time doing a last minute post.  We thank them so much!  We do appreciate them taking the time to make the graphic,

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Percy:Is there food on the wall? Marcus:  No, I was just trying to look modest after Jan gifted me with my very own tire. Percy:  Only because our friend Mr. Marty suggested in February Jan get you a tire to chew on since you chew up all your toys. Marcus:  I have no idea why he would suggest such a thing.  I'm very gentle with my toys. Percy:  Uh-huh. 

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Angel Cameron:  I can see nothing has changed since I left a few years ago.  You guys are still calendar confused and behind all the time.  Well, except that you managed to get a week ahead and post Marcus' Gotcha Day two weeks in a row. Cyndi:  I know.  We try, though.  We didn't have a post for today because Jan convinced us we already had a post ready to

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Micah:  Last Friday we promised to show you how crazy and mixed up last week was for Jan. Taylor:  You know how we're always telling you how forgetful Jan is and that we are always running late? Micah:  Well, last week so many things were going wrong, Jan got confused, looked at the calendar, and posted Marcus' Gotcha Day a WEEK EARLY! Taylor:  Can you believe that? For

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Cyndi:  This has been one of those weeks!  Everything (just about) has been going wonky and Jan has wasted much of her time trying to figure out what each problem is.  And Jan caused a major blooper, but we can't tell you about that until next Tuesday's post. Taylor:  Well, she did finally figure out how to make us a Christmas card yesterday without the needed software.&

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Cyndi:  Sorry, Jan worked hard on a post for us today but Picasa just would not cooperate last night so after about 3 hours of frustration, Jan gave up.  And THEN it decided to work.  It was already 10 pm and she hadn't had dinner, so we had no post for today. Percy:  However ... today she discovered this is Marcus' fifth Gotcha Day, so we get to do a post after all.

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Marcus: Hey, Marcus the friendly feline posing pretty for the camera. . Percy: You aren't a feline. You're a canine. Marcus: Today I am a feline. Percy: You're just trying to steal our post. Marcus: Steal it? That's a bit harsh. How about "borrow" it? Percy: Why? Marcus:  I wanted everyone to see how strong and handsome I look when I hold Jan's hand. Percy:  You

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Percy:  This is my latest apartment.  I've been living in it since the weather turned cold and wet. Micah:  It's a laundry basket, Percy, not your apartment! Percy:  It's a very cozy apartment with a widow view.  And sometimes there is sunshine. Micah:  I can enjoy the same sunshine from my latest apartment. Percy:  That's not your apartment.&

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Micah:  Angel Rusty and I used to have such fun hanging around shooting the bull together on a cold, lazy day like this one.  Taylor:  Why would you want to shoot a bull? Micah:  We didn't shoot a bull.  We'd shoot the bull. Taylor:  Whose bull?  We don't have a bull.  And we don't have a gun either. Micah:  No, no, SHOOT THE BULL! Taylor:&

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Taylor:  I thought Thanksgiving was last month.  Why are we celebrating it again? Micah:  It wasn't last month.  It was last year. Cyndi:  It doesn't seem that long ago.  Where has the time gone? Percy:  Marcus eats everything.  He probably ate it.  Marcus:  Is this all I'm getting to eat?  I thought we were supposed to get

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Taylor:  Why is Jan photographing your butt, Micah?  Micah:  Because it's warm here and I don't want to move. Taylor:  You have a warm bed in the living room. Micah:  It's warmer here close to the pilot light. Taylor: Is there any room up there for me?  Micah:  Sure,on the other side,  if you move the kettle and the skillet to the floor.

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Marcus:  Jan bought me this new toy last month.  Isn't it pretty? Micah:   For how long? Marcus:  For how long what? Micah:  For how long will it be pretty?  For that matter, how long will it be at all? Marcus:  Jan let me play with it in the dog pen. Micah:  One time.  Marcus:  It's supposed to be for aggressive chewers.&nbsp

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Percy:  Run, Marcus, Run!  It's the sucker monster. Marcus:  Oh, you cats are such wimps.  I have graduated from the little machine to the big one with the hose.  This one has more power and it gives a better massage. Percy:  **hollers from top of the door**  It will swallow you, Marcus.  Good-bye.  It was nice knowing you!   Marcus:&

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Percy:  What's this about today being special for Marcus and Taylor?  Isn't it special for the rest of us, too? Cyndi:  Not exactly.  It wasn't planned, of course, but it worked out that Mr. Doug delivered Taylor here from Miss Teresa's on Marcus's assigned Birthday. Micah:  Unless he's feeling selfish, he shouldn't mind if the rest of us assign today as our

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 Micah:  I don't know why Percy was apartment hunting for so long this summer.  It's very easy. I just picked a spot and the apartment came to me.  I spent the summer in the kitchen with Cyndi.  Then I moved into the living room onto the medium bookcase.  I moved everything on it to the floor but it still didn't suit me, so I moved over here onto the tall bookcase

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Marcus:  Jaaaaaaan!  Percy didn't get up.  He's still in bed. Jan:  No, he's not still in bed.  And stop racing around the bed screeching. Marcus:  Yes, he is.  See the lump in the middle?  That's Percy. Jan:  Well, that's okay.  He's an old cat and he's staying warm.  Let him sleep. Marcus:  That's not fair!  You make me get

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