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.

Monday, January 29, 2018

Make Way for Brilliance!!

Hi, everybody on this Mancat Monday!

As we all know, there is nothing more macho than creativity. Coming up with a new idea that helps everyone is our ikigai - the Japanese word for personal fulfillment. That applies to us as cats, having missions in life appreciated by only a select few, but an important few:

But, no one here - and this brought tears to my eyes - gave two hoots or two Hail Marys for my invention or brilliance. No atta boys, no expressions of wonder. They may have bought a hundred copies of this issue, but I can see right through that!

Here is what I invented that has taken the world by storm:

The combination of CAT BOX AND SCRATCHER!! 

I think it's worthy of awards not to mention personal satisfaction. The idea that one can relieve  oneself and trim the claws right afterwards..I think is genius!

Here's a closeup. The International Order of Inventors and Engineers couldn't stop talking about it!

Sure there are a few bugs to work out, but I think this is a great way to start a new week. What say you, my friends?

Ever holy, hearty and humble,

Monday, January 22, 2018

Where Is Everybody?

Hi, guys!!

Happy Mancat Monday to all of you. Here I am for my regularly scheduled, haha!

I heard somewhere that this is National Answer Your Cat's Questions Day. What I want to know is where does everybody go when the ground is covered in snow?

Now, I see footprints outside, so I know we have visitors and when I see them I run all over the place, window to window to catch a glimpse. They manage just a quick hello, saying they have to keep moving to stay warm. Poor things.

I was told the chipmunks hide under the little shed that sits next to the rectory. Don't see them much at all. Squirrels run around when it gets a little warmer, chasing each other up and down trees getting rid of cabin fever and those pesky couch potato ounces. I go room to room and make up adventures, but that's for another mancat post another day.

Another question - am I allowed two? Could I invite them in? That would be fun and I promise to put all predatory thoughts on hold. Let's see what the housekeeper says..(not a snowball's chance, I'm sure.)

If any of you are outside and you see me, give a tail-up wave, won't you? We'll chat longer when the windows are open and there's no more cold and no more snow..

Til then, stay safe friends and meet me here again next week!

Ever hearty and holy,

Monday, January 15, 2018

A Stubborn Mate

Hi, all!

Yesterday the temperatures nosedived and I mean down the nose!!

We were all cozy and warm but keeping an eye on the outside temps, relieved it was still around 32 degrees. In the morning 32, mid-day 32, evening 32 degrees. Same temp. Didn't move.

We got suspicious.

This morning. Again, 32 degrees.

We finally came to the conclusion that after the warm spell we had last week, the temperature gauge has stubbornly decided it is NOT going back to single digits. No way. No how. Not even under threat of the rack - that is if they have such torture for temperature gauges.

We just won't know how cold it is right outside the window.

We'll live with that, just telling ourselves it's 32 degrees. Not zero. Not minus 5. Not 10.

Sound good?

This is Mancat Monday and as ever, I am

Holy and hearty
Your obedient servant,

Tom Fishworthy ^..^

Monday, January 8, 2018

Meet Me Here!

Hi, everybody!

Tom here and I have so many plans for this new year, I don't know where to begin.

In the past, as you know, I've always tried to stay busy - in between naps, that is. Every once in a great while, I would post something on here, but that was it.

I didn't tell you because I was too embarrassed, but one of those activities involved trying to write a western.

I, "Fast Gun" Fishworthy, started off with: "The lawman entered the saloon, confident he had his man, only to be knocked down by an over-friendly dalmatian."
I honestly didn't know where to go from there. So I was stuck. Writer's block, I guess they call it.


I tried singing. Starting with the opera Aida, it turned out to be more like i-yiyiyi!!!

 Housekeeper covered her ears and everything (which actually is not so bad considering she has ugly ears.)

Anyway, I'm going to be really careful what I pursue in this new year.  What I will be doing is posting on my blog every MANCAT MONDAY. I'll be here!! I can only come on once a week, but Monday will be a good time to post and then I have a week to come visit you all at yours.

Don't forget, if once a week isn't enough, come see me at I'm there every other day with whatever pops into my head.

So, be good. Don't take any wooden nickels and most of all, always keep an eye out for those bearing treats!!

Hail, hearty and holy,

Monday, January 1, 2018

What's That Up Ahead?

 Another year, another wrinkle, arthritic kink and whiplash since time is going much too fast. But, enough of that. I have written a poem for you all that expresses how I feel as we gather to celebrate the unknown, 2018. (Had to get that in, cuz I'm still a little scared, even though I'm a cat priest and I have at my disposal all the holy men, holy water and good grace any one individual can stand.)

 Here goes:

The new year has arrived a little scary
And yet
Easily bracing ourselves with good will
I’ll bet
Let’s take what we felt this past Christmas
With cheer
And make 2018 a stupendous year.

Full of good food, good friends, smiles
And good times
As for me, I’ll do my best to make
Some good rhymes
Extending my wishes to all far
And near
Those furry and human that I hold
Most dear.

To catnip and roman collars, a niptini cheer!
Clinking our water bowls to a Happy New Year!

Ever holy and hearty,