Autumn versus Fall ~ Caterwauling on Canadian English


It  seems my long lolligags in the the sun in lieu of my Wiley Weekly Words have been to the detriment of the English language, in Canada at least.  So I am once again stretching my claws, tapping away on this keyboard in an attempt to stretch the minds of the two-leggers that surround me!  We really can’t have them becoming too dull witted, after all, as heaven forbid (yes, I know I am already a deity, but I can’t control all at the lift of a paw) that that will end in them thinking it is okay to feed me anything less than the best feline culinary delights.

So being a proudly Canadian cat, I feel it my duty to remind Canadian two-leggers of Canadian English (not that there is anything wrong with American English, but just as American cats should paw some sense into their two-leggers, if they begin speaking Canadian English, Canadian cats meow their indignation at Canadian two-leggers  if they start speaking American English).  We do love our -isms and differences between our two great nations after all.

… So for the love of catnip, two-leggers … it is ‘Autumn’ in Canada, not ‘Fall’!!!  Just as for the American two-leggers, it is ‘Fall’, not ‘Autumn’!!!

An Autumn Cat, as photographed by Bryan Costin

It’s ‘Autumn’ Canada! You don’t want us unleashing the cattitude with the caterwauls! (Photographed by Bryan Costin)

Now, I know you all being two-leggers and a bit of a simpler witted species, you may need more of an explanation to remember this.  So … Why ‘Autumn’ in Canada?   Back in the 16th Century, in the Old World (Europe), the name for the Season between Summer and Winter was replaced from simply being called ‘Harvest’ to ‘Autumn’ by the British, derived from the French word l’Autumne, which of course was originally derived from the Latin word Autumnus, used by the Romans to describe this Season. At the same time, others in Europe began to use the Germanic word ‘Fall’ (from the German verb ‘fallen’ – to literally ‘fall’, as leaves do from trees in the Autumn).  Both of these words came across to the New World (North America) in the 17th Century, and as at that time the predominant Old World settlers in Canada were the French and British, and as the Americans wanted to distinguish themselves from the Old World, ‘Autumn’ became the more popular (or at least more formal term) in Canada and the Americans predominantly adopted the word ‘Fall’ for the Season.

Well … I may have taken a few catastic liberties there, as ‘Fall’ is still accepted in Canada, as the less formal term, but as a Canadian cat, I am prepared to caterwaul after Canadian two-leggers to voice their Canadiana, and in this case, ‘Autumn’, as it rather purrs off the tongue!


A Thing or Two Two-Leggers Can Learn From Egyptian History

Can’t believe I need to explain this to you all, but then again, two-leggers have never been known for their intelligence.


A historic institution that knows have to properly celebrate the great ones (aka cats).


If you can’t listen to me, the superior being, then take a page out of the book of one of the World’s most meowed about museums, the Museum of Egyptian Antiquities.


I am Cat. Hear me roar!


Cats are Goddesses. Now hurry up and give my ear a scratch and get me some treats.  Run along now … I don’t like waiting!




Photogenic Feline Friday: Timeless Beauty

Merrow!  I have spoken so you shall listen.  Yes, I do mean you, silly two-legger.

Since the theme for today’s #FriFotos is time, I thought I’d take a moment to remind the two-leggers out there of their minute existence next to us felines, and of course of our timeless beauty.


I am cat. Hear me ROAR!


I mean you just need to look to Egypt and the SphinxGreek or Egyptian.


Be a good two-legger and cower beneath my beauty!


Now someone might want to chat with those birds about the wrath that is bound to befall them if they don’t get off this great beauty’s head. MERRROOOW!!


Photogenic Feline Friday: Spring Fever

Nothing quite says Spring Fever, like a suckling youngster and lactating nipples.


Wetting the Appetite


Clearly spring came early in Egypt.

Meorrow!  Would somebody bring me a bowl of milk already!