Notes from a parish cat and his author Julie Mackenzie

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I am Father Tom Fish, esteemed member of the religious team at Temptation of Christ Parish in the novels by author Julie Mackenzie. As to my background, I was invited into the rectory as a stray, laid on the charm, and was invited to stay, even honorarily ordained and no less spiritual than my sidekick Father Will. He dotes on me to high heaven and forgives all of my street cat proclivities, whatever the hell that means.

Friday, May 25, 2012

Remember Me?



You know, furriends, this has been one of those stretches in time that leaves us feeling empty and not a little heartsick. So many close to us have gone off to the Bridge.

Being Memorial Day weekend and all, we want to remember everyone who has been a part of our lives and accepted their mission on Earth with love, affection and courage.

Have a safe and very special holiday weekend.

Love,
Tom, Mom Julie, Mitty, Anastasia, Tinker and our own special angels xx

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Pretty Bubbles



Mom Julie thought it would be fun to blow soap bubbles just to see what we would do.

That's right!  Soap bubbles!




In her effort to clear out junk, she came across an old bottle of soap bubbles and said, "Hey, guys, I have a surprise for you!" I kinda held back 'cause I wanted to see what Mitty and Tinker would do. Look at their expressions, hahahaha!






We looked up and there they were, pretty bubbles in all different colors, and there were bunches of them. We really didn't know what to do except gasp and get out of the way (which was actually very smart, 'cause they could have burst right on our whiskers!




While she's blowing the bubbles, she's strangling a frog singing:

I'm forever blowing bubbles
Pretty bubbles in the air
They fly so high
Almost reach the sky

(what sky? they hit the ground and burst before we knew it!)

Anyway, it was fun and definitely something different!

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**Hi, everybody--Been getting over the flu the last couple of weeks, days of just hanging on, finally I was beginning to feel better on Friday. So much has happened and we are so sorry to hear Sammy is gone, and of course, we know our furriend Beau is with Cathy now. Our prayers are with all of them, but also with all of you that you stay well. Purrs and hugsxx

Mom Julie, Tom, Mitty, Tinker (Big Puss) Anastasia and our angels

Friday, May 11, 2012

Mitty and Friend


A fine specimen this bird is, a proud symbol of our nation's strength and freedom. This little guy here is even wearing a Department of Justice tank top. Could there be a better show of allegiance to a great country?






There are some of us around here, however, who don't give a cat's behind about symbols.  If it has a beak and toes, it's fair game, especially to Mitty. The poor eagle--no, my furriends, I don't think that's a love bite..!


"Are we having fun yet?"

"How did I get here?"

Mitty appreciates a cat toy he can wrap his jaws around fit comfortably in his mouth.


"Ooh, watch my frontal lobe, please."

"Hey, I needed that claw!"

Anyway, Mr. Eagle is a patient bird.

Kinda like our own national symbol, don't you think? (especially the "patient" part)


"Careful! No biteys on the tushie!!"
"Whew!"

Have a great weekend, furriends. And, don't forget mom on Mother's Day!

--Tom

Friday, May 4, 2012

Heartbreak Hotel

After we all had some time to ourselves last week, we thought we'd get back on track with the latest from our in-house romeo.






If you recall, Big Puss aka Tinker has been besmitten by the gorgeous vision of our star female, Anastasia.






Ah..those eyes..like emeralds. ::Ahem:: Anyway, true to her name, she is elegant (sleeps most of the time--we must find her a chaise to do her justice), beautiful (in a fluffed-up, royal sort of way) and perceptive (ready with a warning growl should our lovestruck feline decide to be amorous).

We were really hard-pressed to capture an example of the over-the-top infatuation on the part of our giant teddy bear, but Mom Julie eventually did, and this is how it went:



Let's Gather 'Round the Water Bowl


Neither party makes a move, silently patient, saying more with eyes than with words. I think it's more the lady saying, "Go ahead, make my day."






Personally, I didn't see the point in this never ending eye-lock on the part of the two lovebirds. Besides, I was dying of thirst.






Of course, I knew I would be blocking the view of our Casanova which was my intention. Once one couldn't see the other, they visibly relaxed. (although I think the Big Puss was cussing me out)



"Hurry the hell up, you fool."






As we all know, all good drinks must come to an end. Satisfied, I backed away from the water and let them resume their love stares.



Let's see..where was I ?






"Let me look into thine eyes.."







Oh, no..I think I'm going to be sick:








::puke::





Good Cod, next it'll be greased muscles and a satin cape.

Now, my furriends, you know what I have to put up with, just evidence of how some smokin' hot hormones are in a place no scalpel will ever reach.

The heart.

--Tom