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, January 25, 2013

Talking to Plants

Sure...the plant isn't saying anything now, but it had a few choice words when I sat down, worse when I actually asked to share the pot! Why are plants such sun hogs?

Especially since we have much in common--we both are cared for, talked to, and fed. No, they don't have fur any more than I have leaves. Such a silly thought! Imagine a cat covered in leaves..

I'd rather look through leaves like I'm doing here. I forgot the name of this plant, but we checked it out when we bought it years ago and it's harmless for kitties. Oh, I forgot..plants are given names like we are. Another thing in common!

Now, mind you, I'm never naughty or do anything inappropriate in the pot since it's my cozy place to curl up and all. Of course, right now, you're wondering where I'm going with all of this.

Today, after I was done with the sun, I jumped out and guess what?

The plant had dropped a leaf right into Tinker's shadow. Between that and the full wolf moon, spring must be right around the corner!


Mom Julie's birthday really brought to mind all the thoughts about aging. Reminds me of the time a purrfect stranger came up to me and asked, "How old are you?" I replied, " As old as Methuselah and as young as a kitten on my good days." He looked at me kinda strange, then said, "I don't know who this Methtthzzzzzzloooshelahala guy is, but if you can act like a kitten any time you feel like, then it doesn't matter how old you are."

Good thinking.


Sunday, January 20, 2013

Easy Like Sunday

This was an easy like Sunday birthday for Mom Julie. Thought we would all post this together, Mitty, Tinker, Anastasia and I since she's never posted a youtube video before and it was obvious she needed our help. Here's one of her all-time favorite songs from the Beatles..

Have a good week and thanks to all of you sweet friends for your birthday wishes!

Friday, January 18, 2013

A Little Talk

We're really beginning to miss green leaves, grass and warm breezes. There's been so much of the white stuff lately that I wanted to go back to this past summer and share with you Mitty and Tinker deep in conversation as they're enjoying the view....let's listen in..

Mitty:  Why is it kitties like to watch birds?
Tinker: Because they have wings and we don't.
Mitty: Why don't we?
Tinker: I dunno. Maybe it's 'cause nobody ever thought to give us any.

Mitty: I'd like to be able to fly someday.
Tinker: Nah, too much trouble. Besides little buddy, we're housecats, what would we do with wings? We'd just fly into walls.
Mitty: Yeah, I guess you're right.
Tinker: When you're like we are, all we need to do is eat, sleep, play and enjoy spectator sports like birdwatching..

Hey, will you look at that!
Mitty: I didn't see anything.
Tinker: That was a big old blue jay. Boy, he's so noisy!
Mitty: Maybe he's thirsty. We ought to fill the birdbath, don't you think?

Such a sweet pair as they look out the window together. Just to the right of the birdbath grow lilies of the valley just like these.

Mom Julie has a birthday this Sunday, January 20th. I promised I wouldn't blab her age, but I didn't promise I wouldn't hint. Let's put it this way, both numbers added up come to 10 and it's not 37!!


Friday, January 11, 2013

Sweater Theater

::The sound of the orchestra tuning up::

Tom: The stage is empty. The audience is beginning to fidget, waiting for the star of the show.

 Why, it's our Inspector Von Tink, outsmarting criminal minds once again.

 Sniffing out clues

 Possessing the keen eye of the finest gumshoe





This is embarrassing..

Or, maybe it's some kind of clue..

Like maybe the show's over???

::music up::

~~~~Last week's Year of the Paw received rave remews. We'll see if we can scratch up a graphic for everybody's sidebar who wants one. Mmmm...paw fetishes, huh? Is that what they call it when your human sneaks up on you and kisses your paws?  I thought so. We kinda like that. It's another way humans express their adoration and I wouldn't have it any other way, furriends!


Friday, January 4, 2013

2013: The Year of the...

If each New Year had a face or a cat part, what would this year's be?

How 'bout we make it the Year of the Paw

Tinker's paws look beautiful in the sunlight.

It can be an outstretched paw to indicate generosity

Tom, the good Lord was quite generous when it came to your paws, hon.

A paw ready for playfulness

Mitty, those are punching bag paws!

Or a paw always in the right place at the right time

Where is your paw?

That reminds me of the joke about the cat who walked into a bar and asked if anyone had seen the man who shot his paw..

Of course, it goes without saying that if the year gets a little rambunctious, the paw has a claw, or two or three and the perpetrator will be dealt with accordingly, and bad jokesters will be pawnished.


A quick comment on our money tree idea. Some of you mentioned you'd like to be around at harvest time. Mmmm...we'll have to see how well the tree bears fruit--whether it will be paper Jacksons or itty bitty Lincoln pennies.

Have a good weekend!

--Tom, Mom Julie, Mitty, Tinker & Anastasia