Spying on Tom

Standby Jaws suspense music...

Ready, set, action!

Place: A quiet living room

Cue music:

Dundundundundundundun....

Mitty: What is that in the distance? Could it be a cat?

Will he see me?

Will I be spotted by the holy feline who never misses a thing?

Oh, no! He's looking right at me!

Help!

I'm scared!

I shut my eyes.

A few minutes pass by

I look again and--

There he is, Tom, walking on by

Just like that.

Whew!

He, he! We're hidin' from da preacher!!

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We're hard at work on the second book. A few new characters are mentioned in the sidebar. Some of you know Gabby Gubbers already. Well, she's bringing her parrot over to Patsy's. We'll share some sneak previews with you all soon.

We're also working on a couple of other surprises as they relate to Tom. After all, he is the main attraction!

Hugs,
Mitty & the lady with yellow hair

Some Cuteness This Way Comes

I had a post ready to go and guess what!?

Compared to this, what I had in mind was pretty lame.

This is what was going on first thing this morning:

Trapper, the golden retriever who has now become part of the ever-growing rectory family, had given up his bed so Mitty would be comfortable.

Glad we snapped this before somebody woke up. You all know that either one of these guys could have moved at any moment and the cuteness would have been hiss-tory!

For you Tinker fans out there, here's a little springtime snoozing from the Big Puss.

And, of course, here's Mitty again (he's still gazing out in wonder at spring, including a robin)

A mouse with wings?

A whole flock of tender and juicy robins landed outside the rectory, singing and digging for worms. The birds looked extraordinarily plump. They must have had their trip north catered.

Of course, you can see how interested I am in all the goings-on.

Have fun, Mitty. I think I'll check my bowl for food I don't have to catch.

So, there you have it. Friendships grow stronger and Mitty's still upstaging me. When he's old enough, I'll tell him to go and get his own blog.

Blessings and have a good weekend, furriends!

--Tom

Green Leaves and Hope

Since I talk blarney the rest of the year, I figured I would spare everyone for St. Patty's Day and speak more from the heart.

I can see why we like the color green right about now. For the last few months, it's been dreary shades of brown and grey. Looking out at the sun-happy green leaves makes me happy.

Tinker and I last summer, when you could almost taste the sun! 

My plant friend inside has the best seat in the house for when that sun shifts and warmer rays catch him in the corner.

We try to share, but there's really not enough room. I find a special spot of my own.

While we're enjoying the sun's rays, here's a poem I like very much that I recently discovered in a Catholic hospital. You really have to look for it since it's hidden in an out of the way place, not as noticeable as some of the bigger tchochke-holies.


                                            A PRAYER WISH

                                                 May God grant you always

                                                 A sunbeam to warm you

                                                 A moonbeam to charm you

                                                 A sheltering angel

                                                 So nothing can harm you

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

--Tom

Mitty's First Snow

Before too long, we'll be seeing spring here and I'll be watching people come and go from my spot in the front window. Wool will be replaced by open jackets, fur and suede with t-shirts. Grumpy old faces turn into happy ones. It's fun to watch.

I do have a fond memory of winter this year and it involves my little friend, Mitty. When we had our big snowfall about a week ago, I watched in wonder as he stayed glued to the window, spellbound as the world turned white. I realized that he was much too young to appreciate it before, but he sure wasn't missing one single flake now.

He couldn't take his eyes off what was coming down and kept coming..

 

As he was looking out the window, I noticed the little "wings" on his back.

He only turned to look at me for an instant.

Pretty cool, huh, little buddy?

This photo really shows off his tabby coloring.

Happy weekend, everybody!

Purrs,
Tom & Mitty
xx

Tagged (or When a Church Cat Gets Feisty)

 A few days ago I was tagged by not one, but two furriends. After burning a little Lenten incense to recover from my shock, I have come up with answers to their questions, but first, I want to introduce those who had the nerve to put me on the spot kindness to include me. The first was Cathy Keisha the world's most stunning cat and the other was Sage, a wonderful west coast woofie of Sage Chronicles. I've answered their questions to the best of my ability.


 Here goes:

1. Describe yourself in 7 words.

 Only seven?

Mentally acute
Outgoing
Devout or Debonair (there was a tie)
Eloquent
Sensitive
Terrific

 2. What keeps you up at night?

I'm supposed to be up anyway but I'm not, usually. Nothing I like better in a rectory than when it's quiet, small lamps are lit and the clock in the hall is on sentry duty.

3. Who would you like to be?

First Cat or George Clooney

4. What are you wearing right now?

Well, let's see--what did I take out of my closet this morning? Polka-dotted underbritches, a top hat and tails--what the hell do you think I'm wearing? I'm a cat!

5. What scares you?

Spongebob Squarepants

6. The best and worst of blogging.

The best are all the furriends we've made. Wouldn't trade them for all the hosts and holy water in the world. The worst? Because we all keep in such close touch through the CB, it's when we hear bad news. Of course, the good part is we rally 'round someone hurt or hurting and needs our prayers and that's a good thing.

7. The last website I visited.
The joy of catnip farming. Figured I'd learn to put my polydactyl pawthumbs to good use, digging and planting seeds and such.

8. What is the one thing I would change about myself.

 Not be so absent-minded or go ahead and give in to the urge to get myself a pickup truck.

9. Slankets, yes or no?

OK, I'll bite. What's a slanket? Am I in trouble if I say yes?

Hi, there. I have a collection of slankets.

10. Say something about the dog and cat who tagged you.

They are a couple of my best furriends on the CB and, like so many others, I look forward to their posts. I've never been to Portland, Oregon, Sage, but maybe someday I'll make it out there. CK is the crown princess of my heart. (see links above).

Effurybody, have a great weekend!!

Purrs,
Tom
xx