Getting Creeped Out

Hi, friends on this Mancat Monday!

I have to confess, sometimes I don't feel all that macho and I take this special day for us mancats to remind myself that I'm wise and strong. There are times, though, when I want to run and hide. Other times, I scratch my head (not for a flea) in puzzlement at some of the letters I get here at the rectory which give me the shivers. Like this one:

Here's what I said back (trying to be funny):

If some of these letters I've saved don't creep me out all over again, I'll share others the housekeeper has saved along with my letters back, She saves everything. It's a wonder she doesn't save my ... and sell them as holy relics!! Okay..okay.

Anyway, hope your Monday and the rest of the week goes well and remember: "Never be wide-eyed and scared when just a good hiss will do." 

Purrs,
Tom

I Be Nobody's Fool

Every time I get mad at the housekeeper, she redeems herself with some sappy, I-love-you-cuddles kinda stuff. I don't know what else to call it. I get treats, too, so eventually all is forgiven. What? Am I stupid? It's a game we play. Sometimes it gets completely out of hand, though.

Like with this. I decided to get really mad. I hadn't been upset with her shenanigans in awhile I realized, so I put on the furious, helpless pout I'm very good at.

Well, I got my message across and she swore she would never make fun of me again. I know that's a lie. It's also a sin, but I know she only goes to confession with Father Jack and probably makes up stuff just so we can hear him laugh all through the church when she's behind the curtain.

Oh, woe is me! What I have to put up with! This is just one example. There are many more, I assure you!

By the way, last I heard, the wanted poster went up on Facebook for all the world to see. I was shocked! I finally recovered and came up with suitable payback. I think I'll hurl on one of the dining room chairs for when her church ladies come over for lunch! I can see it now: all that happy chitchat, yack-yack, smiles and one of them sits down...hahahahaha!

Faithfully unthwarted,
Tom

A Stellar Weekend: How Was Yours?

Hey, guys!

I know, I skipped last Monday. I think it was a holiday and I was off somewhere, I don't even remember. Truth be told, I was probably on my cushion imagining all sorts of things. That's how I roll.

So, anyway, I want to tell you about my birthday. Now, you wouldn't think it would make biblical history, but I managed to have a celebration party amongst the Man and his disciples. Between you and me, I don't know how He can stand having them around. They're rowdy. Rude, and incapable of feeling other than for themselves. I don't have to tell you. Talk about "friends in low places!" I apologize for the fuzziness of the photo. Cameras weren't that good back then.

This was after I blew out the candle, my wish being they would all disappear in a puff of smoke, but it didn't happen. I wanted the good Lord all to myself, but I guess it was not to be.

I might have had a birthday disappointment, but friends on Facebook, in the rectory and the rest of the parish more than made up for it with their good wishes. I turned 10, a milestone they tell me. Gettin' to be an old man, but I couldn't be happier.

So, if you have a birthday coming up at some point, have a blast, gather all your friends and loved ones around, and enjoy special treats. Just don't invite any disciples!

Your crusty old soul,
Tom