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, July 30, 2018


Do you ever look at a title and wonder what a book or article is about?

Hey, sportsfans! It's Monday all over again and the start of another week.
Can you believe it's going to be August in two days? Try not to lose any naps over it, tho. It's coming and we can't stop it.

Okay, so what's been going on?
Have I been staying out of trouble?
Not a chance. I had the opportunity of a lifetime and you'll never guess!

I befriended a water god!
Here I am with King Triton. The only pets he ever had were fish, so I was happy to introduce him to the brighter side of pet parenting, that of having a cat. He catches the fish. I eat them. Good show!

Another thing that happened - I discovered someone got all artsy and put me at the bottom of a pool. I like this, although it's not deep enough for swimming, just wading. Wade a minute! Where you going?? Hehe

Okay, so now for the not-so-nice part. As you know, the housekeeper always has to stick her nose in where it doesn't belong and, because she was worried about me drowning, found a solution that has embarrassed the heck out of me. Here it is. Please, don't show this to anybody!

Can you believe it? Kiddie water wings!! On ME!!! Have you ever seen anything so stupid in your life??!!

Okay, so enough about me. Have you had a good summer so far?

Determined to sink my teeth into those annoying appendages, I am
Very truly yours,

Monday, July 23, 2018

Tom Fishworthy - Attorney-at-Law

A real mancat Monday post...hoo-ahh!!

I've often thought about practicing law. Oh, yeah, going to law school first, of course. Duh!

But, there are phrases that confuse me. Like "party of the first part," and so forth. It sounds like a jigsaw puzzle to me. Would I be able to put everything together? And, how about "innocent until proven guilty?" I have to confess, I'm very good at sniffing out bad guys, so I would be defending someone against my better cat judgment. Okay, I could work as a prosecutor. Maybe that's the route I would go...

But this? Wouldn't I have to wear a wig? What's with the wigs, anyhow? I think they look silly and make my head look fat.

Since I'm in the States, I guess wigs aren't a courtroom necessity, so that shouldn't keep me from the bar..

Besides, how could I resist torts? They sound really tasty!

All for now, good friends. If you get into a jam, I'll defend you with every fiber of my being. Just not before a judge.


Monday, July 16, 2018

Talents of Cats - Not Surprising At All

Hi, friends!

So many people tell me I'm talented for a cat, but I think all cats are talented. They prove it time and again, so those folks just need to be educated a little! (Dogs are talented, too)

As you can see in my sidebar, I have a special little furfriend who tried her best this week to do some writing on her own. She sees me write up stuff for my blog and, with the housekeeper, now have daily entries on my Facebook Page. She was so itchin' to try her paw at writing and she did!

Just last Friday, she presented me with a poem she wrote! It's quite good and she wanted so much for me to share it here.

With no further a-dew, put your paws together for the Keats of cats, Bridgie Mackenzie and her poem called SLEEP:

Sometimes i just have to step back and let other people shine.
A Note: I try to get to everyone and read your blogs, too. I just haven't figured out a way where I don't forget where I've been and where I need to go. I do try my bestest!

So, enjoy your week everyone! Get plenty of SLEEP!

Tom (zzzzzzzzz)

Monday, July 9, 2018

C'mon Over, The Water's Fine!

Hi, my poor sweltering friends!

I feel your pain. It's been so hot I can't even sit in the rectory window any more. The sun beating down and my water dish - ahem, oh holy men - sits with warmed up water.

Desperate, I sought out my favorite watering hole for saving souls and discovered something new they've added. A JACUZZI! My watering hole has water, haha *giggling* That's right! There at the Pearl and Swine, they've added a bubbly, cooling and refreshing jacuzzi.

I've been told I can invite my friends, so you're most welcome!

Ahhhh...heavenly furs upon my soul! This feels good!!

Don't let the water discourage you. You can always sip your beverage lying along the edge. I started out there, stuck a few toes in the water and then said the heck with it, plunged right in!

So, we'll be here most afternoons right after lunch. 

See you soon! (Nip is on the house)

Hey, I can hear confessions in here, haha!!


Monday, July 2, 2018

Always Something to Say

Hi, Mancat Monday friends!

I've never been at a loss for words. The only trouble is, they're usually not mine unless they're a reaction in the spur of the moment. Like when old lady Patsy Gubbers grabbed me in the confessional, rudely restrained me while at the same time waving my paw at Father Will.

"Put me down, you scrawny old bag!" I said. Of course, she doesn't understand me which is good. She'd be offended, but then forget all about it. Will is the only one who understands what I say which cracks him up.

I overhear sayings like this which are kinda cool - but for me, confusing:

So when does past begin? Oh, and then there's the expression "ancient history." Uh-oh. I'm over-thinking again.

The housekeeper collects quotes and sayings, so there's always a bunch of them.

There are some I remember and others I'm glad to forget.

There's one little saying which I heard and happily remember but never shared with anybody since I heard it before I became a man of the cloth. Would you like to know what it is?

It's a little on the romantic side. Let's see if I remember how it goes:

"I ran up the door, opened the stairs, said my pajamas and put on my prayers, 
turned off my bed, tumbled into my light
And all because he kissed me good night."

Isn't that sweet? I truly am a softie.

Do you have anything you want to share? If not, that's ok. Just give me a howdy!

Ramblingly yours,