Oh my cod, what a week! We did get the heating back online on Purrsday evening, and thank Cod we did, as mew'll never believe what the fluff happened on Monday night... take a look at this travesty!
But the darndest thing happened, and this is going to sound a little woo-woo for sure, but as the P.A stepped out through the patio doors at 4.15 am UK time, she heard the most unnatural noise.
Bearing in mind that there has been no wind, not even a breeze for weeks and weeks, it has been as still as a millpond, so no, it was not any weird wind sounds. It wasn't a train either. It was like an echoing, screeching, tearing, grating trumpeting sound blasting from the sky, it was truly bizarre, the weirdest thing ever, and it was LOUD as fluff directly overhead. It lasted about 7 seconds, and then it was as quiet as quiet could be.
Anyhoo, regular readers know that plenty of weird stuff happens here, but this is new, so the P.A. hopped online to see what she could find out, and luckily, YouTube had a video containing the exact same sound. Check this out:
Scroll to 1 minute thirty to hear the exact noise. It finishes at 1.39, so only nine seconds.
WHAT THE FLUFFING FLUFF WAS THAT?
Apparently, some call it apocalyptic trumpets! Yikes!
Have any of our pawesome readers experienced anything like this? Because we do not know what the fluff it was, and what the fluff was it doing above Mewton-Clawson??!!!
Should we be concerned?
AND...
Should we move into the bunker purrmanently?
Finally, here are The Mewton-Clawson Annual Zombie Hunt results.
WHO TAGGED AND BAGGED THE MOST UNDEAD?
It was a close run this year, as mew can see, but I did just pip the rest of The B Team to come out victorious.
Dirk the Dangerous did well again, coming in the #3 spot. As did newcomer Basher Bigfoot taking the #8 spot, and this year, our elderly neighbour from Mewton-Clawson Manor, Colonel Fluffton the Fifth, came out of retirement with his trusty blunderbuss to join in the fun and landed the #5 spot!
Anyhoo, let's look at this week's top headlines.
First up in the news
Parsley and Fudge's Synchronised Snoozefest
Can mew guess who won?
Next up in the news
Smooch Doesn't Like Cold Wet Snow Fur
Straight after this, he parked himself in front of the woodburner to dry out.
In other news...
Fudge's Sliver of a Sunspot
Finally this week
Melvyn's Modelling The Top Bandana Pick
Last week, mew voted for The Butterflies and Shrooms Bandana, and isn't it so adorable?
This week, Melvyn chose some supurr piano mewsic to walk down the catwalk to, a very relaxing vibe to match to supurr cute bandana. He said it made a classical change from the usual dance-techno vibe he usually struts his stuff to.
Which one should he model next?
That's us done for today, Amber will be back on Friday with a brand new book review and if mew missed any other posts, here are the links:
Oh my goodness gang, that's way too much snow, yikes! Y'all keep warm! Oh, watch out for the zombies! Thanks for joining Angel Brian's Thankful Thursday Blog Hop!
ReplyDeleteI've no clue what the noise was, but from reading the book of the Revelation of St. John and the Gospels, I think if it were the actual Judgement Day trumpet everyone on Earth would hear it at the same time.
ReplyDeleteAs for being concerned, since the world will end for us, either for all of us at once or one at a time at our own crossing over to the other side, all of us should be attending to whatever we're convicted by The Almighty we should be attending to.
The snow is quite beautiful, by the way, even if too early.
Congratulations to all the hunters, it sounds like a very successful night.
That's a great snoozefest photo, and the loser was probably whoever needed to use the litter box first.
It sounds like Smooch would rather go out in the snow and then complain, but if that's what makes him happy, let him.
Excellent sunpuddle, Fudge!
Melvyn, you nailed it as always. I would love to see the bears and bunnies.
How do we wrangle an invite to live in the bunker for the next four years?
ReplyDeleteA friend in Manchester sent pics of snow there too; it must be early for such nonsense.
Voting for the butterflies, Melvyn!