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.

Saturday, June 22, 2013

The World Through the Haze of Floof

Hi, efurryone..Anastasia here,

We had an eventful week. These calla lilies are right on our neighbors' doorstep. Aren't they pretty?

Our baby birds are gone, flown off to begin new lives. Here is the last photo we have of them.

Even though their name is swallow, and I must admit, seeing them did stir up my appetite, I never had any intention of taking them up on their name. They were too much fun to watch for that.

We're counting the days to our permanent home. It's now 27 and getting closer! I can't wait--Mom and I will move in, I will get to claim my turf first, and then we'll head north to pick up the boys and the last of our things. We're still waiting for the movers to come up with a date close to settlement where they can bring our things down and arrange for a load somewhere on the way back. This saves everybody money!

Dear furriends, that's all for now. In between my poufings, floofings, preenings, snoozings, filling in for Tom, and everyone singing my praises, I'm plum worn out.


Friday, June 14, 2013

Excuses: Anastasia-1 Tom-0

Anastasia here--

My friends, there has been a big to-do about my being derelict in my duties. Tom's blog here I was supposed to take over, but my FB audience has been much more flattering and receptive to my beauty. After all, I did put the "face" in Facebook.

TOM:  Anastasia, you egotistical wench! I have handsomeness to the ends of my whiskers, not to mention connections to the big Dude. See the sun halo-ing my furs?

Such a body carries a soul unblemished and unbesmirched.

ANASTASIA:  Un-bewhat? Sounds goofy to me.

TOM:  Ubesmirched. Means unsullied. Another one of my favorite words.

ANASTASIA:  That nobody understands or cares about.

TOM: (draws himself up, all 9 3/4 inches with four feet on the ground) I'll have you know, I like saying big words. It helps my digestion, clears my sinuses and moves my bowels.

ANASTASIA:  You don't say.

TOM:  Let's get to the matter at hand. Why have you not kept up with my blog in my absence?

ANASTASIA:  I told you. My Facebook audience keeps me busy.

TOM:  Well, I'll be back soon and I'll have to apologize for you, you know.

ANASTASIA:  Go ahead. And, don't forget to throw in one of your big words.