Monday, July 16, 2018

Talents of Cats - Not Surprising At All

Hi, friends!

So many people tell me I'm talented for a cat, but I think all cats are talented. They prove it time and again, so those folks just need to be educated a little! (Dogs are talented, too)

As you can see in my sidebar, I have a special little furfriend who tried her best this week to do some writing on her own. She sees me write up stuff for my blog and, with the housekeeper, now have daily entries on my Facebook Page. She was so itchin' to try her paw at writing and she did!

Just last Friday, she presented me with a poem she wrote! It's quite good and she wanted so much for me to share it here.

With no further a-dew, put your paws together for the Keats of cats, Bridgie Mackenzie and her poem called SLEEP:








Sometimes i just have to step back and let other people shine.
A Note: I try to get to everyone and read your blogs, too. I just haven't figured out a way where I don't forget where I've been and where I need to go. I do try my bestest!

So, enjoy your week everyone! Get plenty of SLEEP!

Tom (zzzzzzzzz)




Monday, July 9, 2018

C'mon Over, The Water's Fine!

Hi, my poor sweltering friends!

I feel your pain. It's been so hot I can't even sit in the rectory window any more. The sun beating down and my water dish - ahem, oh holy men - sits with warmed up water.

Desperate, I sought out my favorite watering hole for saving souls and discovered something new they've added. A JACUZZI! My watering hole has water, haha *giggling* That's right! There at the Pearl and Swine, they've added a bubbly, cooling and refreshing jacuzzi.

I've been told I can invite my friends, so you're most welcome!


Ahhhh...heavenly furs upon my soul! This feels good!!

Don't let the water discourage you. You can always sip your beverage lying along the edge. I started out there, stuck a few toes in the water and then said the heck with it, plunged right in!

So, we'll be here most afternoons right after lunch. 

See you soon! (Nip is on the house)

Hey, I can hear confessions in here, haha!!

Tom

Monday, July 2, 2018

Always Something to Say

Hi, Mancat Monday friends!

I've never been at a loss for words. The only trouble is, they're usually not mine unless they're a reaction in the spur of the moment. Like when old lady Patsy Gubbers grabbed me in the confessional, rudely restrained me while at the same time waving my paw at Father Will.

"Put me down, you scrawny old bag!" I said. Of course, she doesn't understand me which is good. She'd be offended, but then forget all about it. Will is the only one who understands what I say which cracks him up.

I overhear sayings like this which are kinda cool - but for me, confusing:


So when does past begin? Oh, and then there's the expression "ancient history." Uh-oh. I'm over-thinking again.

The housekeeper collects quotes and sayings, so there's always a bunch of them.


There are some I remember and others I'm glad to forget.

There's one little saying which I heard and happily remember but never shared with anybody since I heard it before I became a man of the cloth. Would you like to know what it is?

It's a little on the romantic side. Let's see if I remember how it goes:

"I ran up the door, opened the stairs, said my pajamas and put on my prayers, 
turned off my bed, tumbled into my light
And all because he kissed me good night."

Isn't that sweet? I truly am a softie.

Do you have anything you want to share? If not, that's ok. Just give me a howdy!

Ramblingly yours,
Tom





Monday, June 25, 2018

Monday Meanderings

Okay, so last week we talked about words. Today, I bring to you images..right-o, they are images of moi, but I thought they might cheer you on what is turning out to be a dismal day at the rectory. It seems the whole world has turned into one big pout under dark skies.

Let's start with my feet.



Sunshine adds glamor to any cat's feet.

Then, there's the rest of me


Ooopsie, so this isn't me, but it's how I've envisioned myself lately. A private eye. A gumshoe. A seeker of justice in a mysterious world.

Have an issue that makes no sense?
Is someone around you acting suspiciously?
Did someone take an object you hold dear?
Is there a possible way out of the house you haven't thought of?

I can help.

Just ring me up or come to my office at One Five Oh Spill Lane. I'm on the second floor, my name in gold letters on frosted glass, can't miss it. Come on in and say hello to my secretary. Patience of a saint, she has..

Hope this helped you forget about what day it is...

Have a good week.

PS - If my secretary isn't at her desk, just leave footprints and I'll track you down..

Tom



Monday, June 18, 2018

Guise or Disguise?

A heavy question, boys and girls!

Because we don't react, people don't think we take in anything. So wrong, right?

Anyway, this weekend I heard this ridiculous debate between guises and disguises. This went on and on in the rectory den between Jack and Will. What's the difference? Even though I was napping behind Will's head, I finally became so disgusted with hearing about it, I mumbled, "Oh, shut up!" Will got the giggles and Jack wondered what that was all about. The younger priest said nothing.

Disguises, of course, is when we hide behind something and people don't know who we are. Like so:


You didn't know this was me at first, did you? Of course not. *wink wink*

Now, guise without the "dis" means...wait, I have to look it up cuz I forgot. Okay, let me get past the words groin and guinea fowl.and hackney. Now I've gone too far...

Here it is: guise means "assumed behavior." So the man was acting in the guise of a detective, although not a detective in reality. But, you knew who he was.

Anyway, I hope I'm on the right track relating all of this. The two priests mentioned the housekeeper and the graphics she's created around me. These, I think are guises since I'm not hiding:

Wolfie says: "Oh my, but red looks so good on you!"

Here I'm acting as one of General Washington's men:




And, here I am once again in disguise:



And, finally, there's always Lucy in disguise with diamonds..teehee:
(which is how the whole stupid conversation ended, with everyone laughing, including me!)

So, my friends, keep your ears peeled and have a great week. Don't eat anything that smells suspicious and look for those hands with long nails for a most heavenly scratch.

Blessings,
Tom

Monday, June 11, 2018

I'm Bustin' Out All Over!

Hey, everybody! I've some news!

The housekeeper has outdone herself (don't think on this too long, hehe)..

She wrote an article about my breed, the Maine Coon and I do believe she has done us all justice. I don't know how many of you have some of that wild, burly, can-do spirit in you, but they say there's a little Maine Coon in all us adventure types.

Here's the article she wrote: The Maine Coon: Just One Cool Cat  (that's me!)

So, I guess that's the highlight of the past week. Of course, I'm all over Google..you just have to key in Fr. Tom Fishworthy and you're all set. Thanks to all of you who have taken an interest! More is coming!

I was so excited about the article that I composed a sea shanty song. Next on-board outing, you're welcome to come along!



Heigh-ho, heigh ho...

I’m a Maine Coon and the sea
It awaits me
The rats on the ship will prove
Quite tasty..

I’m ready for sea squalls and 
Salt spray galore
My thick furs and can-do
Say “Even the score!”

Fellow kitties are happy
They smile every day
Drinkin’ catnippin’ whiskey
Packin’tuna away

Never fear we’ll reach shore
Thanks to heavens above
Ratted, tunaed and whiskeyed
Finding furladies to love.

Heigh-ho, heigh-ho..

Swimmingly yours,


Tom

Monday, June 4, 2018

Mr. Grumpy Strikes Again!

Hey, furguys and furgals!

I had a good weekend. I really like posting on Mondays while things are fresh in my mind.

I couldn't believe it - so often I heard a word connected with us, yet not connected - to whit:

SOURPUSS and PUSS ON..to indicate a bad mood or sour temper like this one (heaven forbid!)


I know, a real corker!

Then, there's SNAGGLEPUSS. I don't have a photo for this one, but it's descriptive enough, I guess.

Oh, here's a good one: SEA PUSS. No, it's not one of us adapted with fins, it's defined in Webster's as an undertow along the seashore. I'll not show water on here should the very sight of it cause undue stress.

As far as our friend Mr. Grumpy goes, I have one word for him:

SMILE, DAMMIT!



*sigh*
All for now, dear furriends.
I'll see what I can do for him. Maybe you have some ideas?

All yours - allways,
Tom