Let’s Redefine Pussy Grabbing. Think of Mrs. Slocombe, and Support Your Favorite Animal Charity.

Courtesy of PBS, Are You Being Served? made its way over to our side of the Pond a long time ago.  For those not familiar with the show, the BBC sitcom is all about the adventures of the staff of the Grace Brothers department store in London.  It may be arguably the sitcom that is the most highly concentrated with innuendos and double entendres in the history of British television.  (I am willing to hear nominees for other shows.  The Boffin volunteers ‘Allo, ‘Allo and Hi-De-Hi.)  If you love that sort of comedy, seek this series out.

In order to lighten things up and get some perspective today, I think we need to honor one of the characters of this show, Mrs. Slocombe.  Mrs. Slocombe lived with her cat, Tiddles, but she never referred to Tiddles as her cat.  Tiddles was her “pussy,” and she never realized how she sounded when she talked about him as demonstrated in the 3 minute video below.

So I say we should all grab a pussy and treat it with love and care the same way Mrs. Slocombe did with hers. Or grab a puppy or another furry friend. In other words, if you can, consider going to your nearest animal shelter and adopting a new fluffy member of the family. We adopted Lola at Kay’s Animal Shelter in Arlington Heights, IL and were very happy with our experience.  And if you can’t have a pet, you can also donate your time, supplies, or money to your favorite animal charity.

As you can tell, I grabbed my pussy without her consent.

Feel free to share the links to your favorite animal charities in the comments below.

As a side note, when I came up with the idea for this blog post, I wondered what happened to Mr. Slocombe. We were in bed, and I was about to drift off to sleep when this thought popped into my head. Not knowing was going to bother me, so I made The Boffin stop his game on his tablet to look this tidbit of information up. He has learned over the years to give in to these ridiculous requests or else he would not get any sleep either. (Yes, I feel sorry for the man too.)  Anyway, it turns out that Mr. Slocombe stepped out to Sainbury’s to get some slightly salted butter, never returned, and became a successful land developer.

You can go on with life knowing this now.

Who Has More Intelligence?

The Boffin came running up the stairs, swung open the door to the guest room, and bellowed out the following question:

“Are you moving furniture?”

Me (knowing no one else was in there):  “Are you talking to the Roomba?”

The Boffin:  “You talk to Lola.”

Me:  “Point taken.”

The Boffin:  “Mine has more intelligence.”

We had to keep a dead parsley plant in the house as a decoy to keep her away from the other plants. You be the judge.

Feline Empathy

Being that The Boffin is being acquainted with the American health care system too intimately for his liking, I have been holding down the fort.  (Serious enough for hospital, but not life threatening.  He’ll be fine.)

While trying to get an early night, of course, Lola decides that was the perfect time to demand attention just as I was about to turn off the light.

Sometimes, the Sprog is lower maintenance.

I want strokes!

The Cat of Very Little Brain

Hi, I’m Lola!


Are you going to stroke me? I like strokes. Daddy strokes me, but it’s never enough. He goes away and comes back. That confuses me. Then I run and hide because I forget who he is, and he is scary. But when he sits down, he can stroke me again.

If Daddy would just keep stroking me, there would not be any problems.
If Daddy would just keep stroking me, there would not be any problems.


Hi, I’m Lola!


Daddy and Mummy say that I have a spooling error in my brain and that I run Windows 2.0. I don’t know what that means, but I stare at nothing a lot.

Suitcases are my natural enemy. I can also stare at nothing from a good height.
Here I am staring at nothing at the window.  Or is that the see-through kitty who keeps eating my food?
Here I am staring at nothing at the window. Or is that the ghost kitty who keeps eating my food?
Here is where I stare at nothing while I wait for Mummy to feed me. Mummy said that I ate just a few minutes earlier at the automatic feeder on the other side of the kitchen. But I know it was the ghost kitty that looks just like me.


Hi, I’m Lola!


Are you going to feed me?  I really like food.  Mummy and Daddy starve me.  They tried to keep my late sister’s food away from me one time by putting a storage box with a hole cut out just her size over her dish.  They set up a camera one night to see what would happen, and you can see how I outsmarted them.


Hi, I’m Lola!


What’s short-term memory? And who is Dory from Finding Nemo?