Saturday, March 19, 2016

Bridgelet - The Youngest In Our Family

Happy Gotcha Day, little Bridget!

That was the name we all gave you when you came into our lives. Now, you answer to Bridgie, Bridgelet, and Bridgie-poo, especially when mommy chirps!




 Who knew when we rescued you from a place where people took their garbage, dumped their leaves  and where you were loved by a little old man in a little one-room house that you would be such a charmer?





Who always knows her place.
The adults get hissy, you steer clear and let it pass.


"Tinker gets cranky sometimes. Probably his arthritis."


Always wants to play.
I have a feeling the kitten in you will remain well into adulthood.



"Having fun with my big brother Chopin!"


Has a good appetite.
You have always enjoyed a good meal, even from others' plates!



"Mmmm. I say, that sure looks good!"



And, you listen.
You know what "no" means and that keeps you out of trouble.

Uh-oh.



We love you, our brightly-furred little one! And, honestly, when the oldsters are sound asleep,
you know you can find fun with Chopin. He, especially, is happy you're here.





~And so are we!



Love,
Mom Julie, Tinker, Anastasia, and Chopin (and Tom)



Wednesday, March 2, 2016

We Like to Reminisce

Back -- way back - there was a poetry contest.

People attending a writer's conference in Pittsburgh were invited to post their poems on a bulletin board. They would all be judged and the winner announced the last day.

Mom Julie, on a whim--so glad she took the subject matter seriously--posted what I've shared below.

It won first prize. Excited and happy, she brought home no money, just a certificate and the first introduction to my life.

 Sometimes I can be an embarrassment with what I do or say. Usually, though, I make her proud since I'm just so adorable, she can't stand it.

Be good and say your prayers.

Sin-cerely,


~Tom the Parish Cat