New Bird In Town #Caturday

Sweetie PieSweetie Pie Turner here, MomGoth’s mom’s cat.

Mom’s cuckoo clock has been grinding down for some time. The cuckoo stopped going all the way in or out years ago, and it never kept the right time. For the past few months, the pendulum just randomly stopped pending — or whatever you call what pendulums do. It finally choked on its own winding chain, and stopped completely.

So MomGoth got on the internet and found a replacement. The picture looked the same, but the clock she got is about half as big as the old one, and it has to be wound every day instead of once a week.

Mom says we’ll get used to it in time.

I took a picture of it for you.

clockThat didn’t come out very well, and everybody freaks out when I get on the table, so I asked MomGoth to take a picture from way up there on those long, funny-shaped hind legs that people balance on.clock2Well, the people are welcome to the silly thing. I’ll just sit by the door and look at real birds, thank you all the same.sweetiepiebirdsA WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Are you allowed to get on the table?



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  1. Dan Antion

    September 24, 2016 at 8:44am

    We had a cuckoo clock for a while. It didn’t work very well. Of course, I took it apart. I just cleaned it a bit and put a little oil on the things that looked like they could use a little oil. I got it working. Neither the dog nor the cats approved. I think we gave it to a good home.

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    • Marian Allen

      September 24, 2016 at 4:35pm

      The Lady Who Obliges by cleaning Mom’s house every other week is interested in the old clock. I have a feeling she’s going to do what you did, which is fine by us. I kind of like the smaller clock.

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  2. Jane

    September 24, 2016 at 10:04am

    Dan reminds me of my dad’s story about his first pocket watch.
    Dad won a spelling bee, either won the watch OR a dollar with which he bought the watch. He went up into the holler, took it apart, and didn’t come home until he had it back together. Myself, I wonder what tools he took with him.

    Dad was a watchmaker for decades, until he retired.

    AND I’m told that clock repair is a b14&^h because you always have to make so many of the parts.

    Horology is the art of watch repair. Dad would tell us to put ‘horologist’ on the little forms we had to fill out in grade school about what our parents did. You can imagine the blinks and wide eyes that response got us!

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    • Marian Allen

      September 24, 2016 at 4:38pm

      LOL! Your dad was a very special person. As Mr. Monk would say, he was a gift … and a curse. Taking the watch apart and not going home until it had it back together — and, I’m willing to bet, working — illustrates the very best he was. An amazing person. You inherited the best of ‘im.

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  3. Alicia Butcher Ehrhardt

    September 24, 2016 at 3:32pm

    Does the chain reach down as far as the cat needs? It must be a real temptation.

    My grandfather’s grandfather clock had the weights inside a glass door.

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    • Marian Allen

      September 24, 2016 at 4:41pm

      Sweetie Pie doesn’t seem interested in the chains, unlike in her younger days.

      MY grandfather’s grandfather clock, which no longer works, also has its pendulum and weights behind a glass door. It hadn’t worked for years, and Middle Grandson accidentally plowed into it and it started! A week or so later, it stopped again. I asked him if I could throw him up against it and get it going again, but he declined.

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  4. Joey

    September 24, 2016 at 7:11pm

    Haha, I wonder what photos my pets could take? I bet they’d get really good close-ups of one another.

    My FIL has a mild obsession with clocks. They have the loudest, clockiest clocks ever. I’m not much a fan of noisy clocks, no matter how lovely.

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    • Marian Allen

      September 25, 2016 at 7:44am

      Oh, that was my grandpa! He was the clock guy, and Mom keeps them in memory of him. Fortunately for our sanity, most of them have stopped. But she wanted the cuckoo replaced. At one time, they had three striking clocks in the living room, including the cuckoo and the grandfather clock which played the Big Ben thing — DAH duh DAH duh….duh duh DAH duh — and then one in the office which plays a different birdsong every hour. Didn’t bother them, but made it hard for a visitor camping out on the couch.

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      • Joey

        September 25, 2016 at 11:42am

        Exactly. I’m pretty sure my in-laws don’t often hear their clocks.

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  5. A.C.Flory

    September 24, 2016 at 7:34pm

    It looks pretty but doesn’t the sound drive you insane?

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    • Marian Allen

      September 25, 2016 at 7:45am

      You get to where you don’t notice it unless you’re listening for it — or reading aloud or engrossed in a quiet scene on television. In other words, yes, it does. lol

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  6. A.C.Flory

    September 25, 2016 at 7:57am

    lol – sounds like the rooster my neighbours used to have. Got to the point where I could sleep through the 5am reveille but boy did I notice his absence when they moved. 🙂

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  7. DogsToLove

    October 1, 2016 at 6:32am

    Hmm So your cat uses your computer to write? … Tell her my dog says hi!

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