That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for September 09, 2024

/// Here’s the Merchant’s Wife sitting at Tea.

She’s well bred (and well fed) as can be.

Fresh fruit, tarts, jam and bread

make a sumptuous spread.

Having twins? No… but does eat for three.

Don’t worry, kitty, the fish is coming. It will be part of the third course, right before the main meal.

All the fellas agree: Helen’s melons/

Exude an aroma compellin’/

They may drop by her dwellin’/

For some innocent smellin’/

But what comes after that? There’s no tellin’..

Her husband the merchant had to keep up with her expensenses, so he was never in the picture.

Hmmmm, sommeeething smellssss…. fishy….

Watch you step if you don’t want to get bit.

The d.a.m.n cat gets better tasting food than we do.

Sigh. This makes me sad—a cruel reminder that the watermelon growing season is over.

“Should I or shouldn’t I mush this right in your face?”

Ten minutes later:

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“I’m so proud of you for sticking to your meatless diet, sweetheart. Oh, have you seen the cat?”

“The Merchant’s Wife” lived a ‘poshlost’ high life on her husband’s sideline of acquiring “Dead Souls”. For Teatime she had caviar and a variety of fruits (of others’ labor). For dinner, it was often ‘Serf and Turf’. As a snack before bed she had ‘Lady Fingers’ and ‘Capezzoli di Venere’!

And if you don’t believe me … you can ‘Gogol’ it!

Man, I’d hate to arm wrestle that gal.

My brother came home from college coming through the door after everyone had gone to sleep. He found a bowl with little snacks on it so he grabbed a handful and started eating them. Said he liked all but the little yellow ones. Told him he snacked on the cat’s food.

The cat has noticed that she replaced the Camellia sinensis in the samovar with Nepeta cataria.

Childless Cat Lady Celebrating the Bolshevik Revolution – J.D. Vance

“Don’t worry, Boris darling, this is all part of my Black Sea Diet!”

The cat likes her so she must be nice to it.

3 large melons.

Samantha enjoys the purr-fect lunch.

The watermelon and other fruit was just a ruse to make people think she was dieting.

Merchant’s Wife at Tea: 

Paste (including the quote marks) 

"Category:Tea pots in art" Wikimedia 

(syntax supported by the Google, Bing, Yahoo, DuckDuckGo, and Brave search engines) in the browser address bar (or search for it using one of those search engines) and choose the first Category: found, and once there find the text string Boris, and click its link for info and links that point to more info about this roughly jumbo envelope size painting. 

Again, a larger strip image is also shown by (Ctrl- or right-) clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #3371 (September 8, 2024) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment, and using the dropdown menu (even larger, if you trim what’s after .png from the URL). I have added a comment there pointing to info about this artist I used to point to here. So far, only work by him used here.

Watching the Shirtless Boatmen from the Vantage of the Riverside Café, Olga from the Volga Thought “I Wouldn’t Mind Pulling a Troika with Those Two.”

LU LU having just had a bad day, decided to eat her way to the 600lb tv show

This is all your getting. You’re the one on a diet, not me.

But where are Svetlana’s bananas?

aggghh. The things I have to do to keep my shapely figure;

Get one step closer to this trout pâté, Kitty and you’ll know why I make sure to have my vet number on speed dial.