Monday, June 25, 2018

Monday Meanderings

Okay, so last week we talked about words. Today, I bring to you images..right-o, they are images of moi, but I thought they might cheer you on what is turning out to be a dismal day at the rectory. It seems the whole world has turned into one big pout under dark skies.

Let's start with my feet.



Sunshine adds glamor to any cat's feet.

Then, there's the rest of me


Ooopsie, so this isn't me, but it's how I've envisioned myself lately. A private eye. A gumshoe. A seeker of justice in a mysterious world.

Have an issue that makes no sense?
Is someone around you acting suspiciously?
Did someone take an object you hold dear?
Is there a possible way out of the house you haven't thought of?

I can help.

Just ring me up or come to my office at One Five Oh Spill Lane. I'm on the second floor, my name in gold letters on frosted glass, can't miss it. Come on in and say hello to my secretary. Patience of a saint, she has..

Hope this helped you forget about what day it is...

Have a good week.

PS - If my secretary isn't at her desk, just leave footprints and I'll track you down..

Tom



Monday, June 18, 2018

Guise or Disguise?

A heavy question, boys and girls!

Because we don't react, people don't think we take in anything. So wrong, right?

Anyway, this weekend I heard this ridiculous debate between guises and disguises. This went on and on in the rectory den between Jack and Will. What's the difference? Even though I was napping behind Will's head, I finally became so disgusted with hearing about it, I mumbled, "Oh, shut up!" Will got the giggles and Jack wondered what that was all about. The younger priest said nothing.

Disguises, of course, is when we hide behind something and people don't know who we are. Like so:


You didn't know this was me at first, did you? Of course not. *wink wink*

Now, guise without the "dis" means...wait, I have to look it up cuz I forgot. Okay, let me get past the words groin and guinea fowl.and hackney. Now I've gone too far...

Here it is: guise means "assumed behavior." So the man was acting in the guise of a detective, although not a detective in reality. But, you knew who he was.

Anyway, I hope I'm on the right track relating all of this. The two priests mentioned the housekeeper and the graphics she's created around me. These, I think are guises since I'm not hiding:

Wolfie says: "Oh my, but red looks so good on you!"

Here I'm acting as one of General Washington's men:




And, here I am once again in disguise:



And, finally, there's always Lucy in disguise with diamonds..teehee:
(which is how the whole stupid conversation ended, with everyone laughing, including me!)

So, my friends, keep your ears peeled and have a great week. Don't eat anything that smells suspicious and look for those hands with long nails for a most heavenly scratch.

Blessings,
Tom

Monday, June 11, 2018

I'm Bustin' Out All Over!

Hey, everybody! I've some news!

The housekeeper has outdone herself (don't think on this too long, hehe)..

She wrote an article about my breed, the Maine Coon and I do believe she has done us all justice. I don't know how many of you have some of that wild, burly, can-do spirit in you, but they say there's a little Maine Coon in all us adventure types.

Here's the article she wrote: The Maine Coon: Just One Cool Cat  (that's me!)

So, I guess that's the highlight of the past week. Of course, I'm all over Google..you just have to key in Fr. Tom Fishworthy and you're all set. Thanks to all of you who have taken an interest! More is coming!

I was so excited about the article that I composed a sea shanty song. Next on-board outing, you're welcome to come along!



Heigh-ho, heigh ho...

I’m a Maine Coon and the sea
It awaits me
The rats on the ship will prove
Quite tasty..

I’m ready for sea squalls and 
Salt spray galore
My thick furs and can-do
Say “Even the score!”

Fellow kitties are happy
They smile every day
Drinkin’ catnippin’ whiskey
Packin’tuna away

Never fear we’ll reach shore
Thanks to heavens above
Ratted, tunaed and whiskeyed
Finding furladies to love.

Heigh-ho, heigh-ho..

Swimmingly yours,


Tom

Monday, June 4, 2018

Mr. Grumpy Strikes Again!

Hey, furguys and furgals!

I had a good weekend. I really like posting on Mondays while things are fresh in my mind.

I couldn't believe it - so often I heard a word connected with us, yet not connected - to whit:

SOURPUSS and PUSS ON..to indicate a bad mood or sour temper like this one (heaven forbid!)


I know, a real corker!

Then, there's SNAGGLEPUSS. I don't have a photo for this one, but it's descriptive enough, I guess.

Oh, here's a good one: SEA PUSS. No, it's not one of us adapted with fins, it's defined in Webster's as an undertow along the seashore. I'll not show water on here should the very sight of it cause undue stress.

As far as our friend Mr. Grumpy goes, I have one word for him:

SMILE, DAMMIT!



*sigh*
All for now, dear furriends.
I'll see what I can do for him. Maybe you have some ideas?

All yours - allways,
Tom