Eighth of an Acre Bounty

The two little spoiled Princesses of this household had thier first true faceoff earlier this week. While Nin is undoubtedly the queen of indoors (being the only girl aside from me in a house of boys), Blume is the spoiled princess of the yard. As I mentioned in my earlier post, we have been ranging the hens out during the day to clear up garden beds for the winter. The fencing we are using does nothing to keep Blume inside though and she regularly jumps the fence to see what we are up to on the patio.

Nin has been beside herself the whole time. Yelling at us whenever we happen outside “THERES A CHICKEN IN MY YARD! THE CHICKEN IS OUT OF THE PEN. PUT THE CHICKEN BACK IN THE PEN, IT IS IN MY YARD!”. Blume has absolutely no fear and even flaps her wings a bit to intimidate Nin (and it works).

Nin seems to be torn between being absolutely disgusted with the whole situation and taking it upon herself to monitor the chickens whenever we put them out. She does not come inside during the day now. Instead she stays in the back yard and alternately yells at and watches Blume cluck about the yard.  I think it is some deep battle of the animal wills going on out there while we sit at our computers.

And then there is the Pookawn, I capitalize it because it is indeed a proper name and thing of its own. How to describe to you what a Pookawn is…I suppose I will just have to show you.

Have you been blinded by the bright flashes of immense white furriness? Are you now afraid that the Pookawn is coming to eat your children and lay waste to your towns? You should be!

While not a slim cat, to be fair Nin is more fur than fat in a lot of places, except for her belly. All of her excess body weight is concentrated into one specific point on the underside of her belly. And when combined with the immense amount of fur she has, it seems to almost wiffle in the wind and sway when she trots around as a separate-yet-connected entity.

We came upon the word pookawn when playing a game of Balderdash with friends. For those unfamiliar, Balderdash is a game in which you are given a word and then each team member has to make up a definition of it. The person to get the most votes for thier definition wins the round. Well pookawn came up as the word and without hesitation Gary blurted out his definition as Nin’s belly. Needless to say, it stuck and Pookawn has wormed its way into our common household lexicon.

For those dying of curiosity – pookawn is indeed a word. According to the definition of the game it is a small boat of some sort – but I prefer our definition.