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, April 30, 2018

Just Because I Have Claws..

Hello, fellow mancats and ladycats!

Can a cat be in the doghouse? Well, from my experience, they certainly can whether they deserve to be there or not.

I do not.

Look at this. The housekeeper is so upset. You know how I can tell? She has two cowlicks on her head and they're both standing on end! It's hysterical and it's all over a journal she keeps with her "Tom notes" she calls them. And, this is what I supposedly did to the back of it.

I deny all charges. Must have been someone or something else with claws. Maybe a crow. A dog, maybe? Or a mouse with a leather fetish. Do I look like a detective?

When she approached me all wild and woolly, I stayed calm.

Someone has to. If it were not for my calming influence, this whole place would go to hell in a handcart with three wheels.

No other news. Just enjoying spring and getting outside. 

Take care, all. If you see Harry the Hairy Horker, tell him he still owes me twenty bucks and a fillet of fish.

As always,

Monday, April 23, 2018

The Bard Meets the Mancat

Hello, oh great fans of the Bard - aka William Shakespeare!

Today is his birthday. I don't know where or how he's celebrating, but I'll bet he's still writing his sonnets and his plays. Just because you pass on doesn't mean you quit. They probably had pen (or quill) and paper ready for him when he entered the pearly gates. You didn't know there was a little heavenly general store, did you?

Before I get carried away with my imagination, let me share with you my own personal tribute.

Friends, how could I resist? Don't I make a great Bard?

I confess I did take some liberties with his sonnet, but what's a cat to do? I might just have a couple more up my velvet sleeve..

Let's see:

"Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend (William)
With thoughts of credit limits without end?"(Tom)

"Then let not winter's ragged hand deface (William)
When spring and flowers can take its place." (Tom)

"In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes (William)
There are other parts long since revised." (Tom)

Happy Birthday, Mr. Shakespeare. Thanks for the material!

Admiringly yours,

Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Tomcat Tuesday

Hello, efurrybody,

I am embarrassed to say that the housekeeper completely forgot what day it was yesterday. So, no regular post. Nothing. I even forgot, but she's supposed to remember first.

When Mancat Monday rolls around again, our dear chief cook and bottle washer will have seen something pasted all over to remind her not to forget her most important duty. Do you think this will get the message across?
I sure hope so!!

I plan to have Will make copies of this and stick it everywhere..including the fridge, the junk room, the doors and over by the stove. This way, she'll have a few days to let this sink in.

Also, to address lingering purrnative damages, I am insisting on fresh cod, baked to perfection appearing in my food dish. Not tuna, not salmon, but flaky - bones removed - tasty, cod.

All this should put us all back on track to move forward.

Come to think of it, I think this should be pasted over the pantry near the food, treats and nip so she doesn't forget to order those. I just can't take a chance that I'll be without the really important stuff as absentminded as she's getting to be.


So, on this Tomcat Tuesday, I wish you all good health and a blessed day.

Remindingly yours,

Monday, April 9, 2018

CWB ~ Cat With Benefits

The guys are tossing around the idea..what? you don't have enough up in the air already?...of loaning me out to other parishes that don't have a parish cat.

I don't know if they're kidding or not, but the idea has me thinking.

How would we do this?

A.  I don't like riding in cars

B. I don't like Protestants...haha just wanted to see if you followed me this far! Of course, faith doesn't matter to me. I just want people to be kind.

C. There must be a rule somewhere about cats becoming items for the sheer purpose of public relations.

Now, I would suggest and I know Will would understand what I have to say:

Arrange for the different parishes to get their own cats from a shelter. Lord knows there are so many kitties that need to be adopted and what better home than a parish rectory? Heck, get a couple!!

Our membership has increased since I arrived on the scene and I know it would help the other places, too.

My two cents. Let's see what happens!!

Not ever to become shopworn, I am

Devotedly yours,

Monday, April 2, 2018

Looking for Vesper

Hi, friends!

The Monday after Easter is just as important as those days leading up to it. Called Easter Monday, some people have it as a holiday. Others, especially back in the day, celebrated it as a day of "Wow! What just happened??"

Because I spent so much time in between pews, meeting and greeting parishioners - some I hadn't seen in quite awhile - I thought it would be a good time to check in with other church cats, beginning with one on the west coast.

In doing so, I found something that made me sit up, ears alert.

Vesper, a kitty at St. Mary of the Angels, Hollywood, California has faded out of sight. At Purr n Fur, (with a link under the kitty below) there's a section on church cats. It has an update that this kitty is no longer anywhere on the web.

VESPER (courtesy Purr 'n

It's poof - gone.

We'll be looking into this further and let you know. It's our hope that Vesper has been taken in and is being cared for, perhaps having enough of the limelight. 

Meanwhile, those of you who are enjoying the holiday and are reflecting on its powerful message,  keep us in your prayers, too. 

Even when people don't have money when they dig deep into their pockets, they always have a prayer or two when they dig deep into their hearts.

Take care my friends.

Whiskers up,