Monday, September 30, 2019

No Trespassing!

Hi, furry folks!

I ask you - do I have to put up a sign to preserve my space and keep it from intruders? I know my friend Bridget doesn't consider herself an intruder, but in this case, she was.


The rectory has a loft area with a nice, cozy corner spot where I get away from it all and sleep. Well, this intrusive varmint discovered it and rousted me out! The nerve! And look at her expression - no remorse whatsoever and no apology!

I made it clear that I didn't like it one bit, but it didn't matter. She oozed victorious, maxed out in triumphant and took such perverse pleasure in her discovery and my disappointment in her.

Anyway, I'll get past this and get to snooze another day, only I'll have to find someplace else.


Hope you all have a special place to rest and not be bothered by other cats or humans, where one can snooze and dream in peace!

Searching for a place to stretch and unfurl my furs,
Tom

Monday, September 23, 2019

Let's Take the Long Way to Winter!

Hi, effurrybody -

Well, Monday's almost over and the housekeeper and I just plum forgot....ahem..it's the only post we do all week, you would think...

But, what am I suppose to do? I can't type on a keyboard, but she can, under my direction, of course. Maybe someday they'll make a keyboard for cats, but I wouldn't hold my breath. The keys would have to be paw-sized and all.

Today is the first official day of autumn, and I get to watch leaves come down off the trees, birds, cats, and humans enjoying the cooler weather, and more cooking smells coming out of the kitchen like soups and stews, with the housekeeper always willing to give me a sample! (Why I don't stay mad long)

So, on this first day, here's something I post every year. An invitation to join me as we sit to ponder or nap. Let's just leave room for a human or two..!


Maybe we'll see some fishies in the water!


Tom

Monday, September 16, 2019

Don't Have My Own Billboard, So..

Hi, effurryone!

Hope all's well with all of you -

I like this blog since I get to go into more detail about my thoughts and feelings. Recently, I had this great idea to send messages via my scratcher! Would you believe it?


This way, I make it clear I am NOT to be disturbed unless there's a real emergency.

Sometimes I get a little carried away. What the heck - I'm a cat and one known for my feisty reputation, and I have to make sure I live up to that!


So, anyway...what message would you put on your scratcher for your human?

Have fun and tune in next time,
Tom


Sunday, September 8, 2019

Hoochie-Coochie on Gotcha Day

My Gotcha Day was this weekend and, as usual, the housekeeper went overboard.



I had so much nip, I can't be accountable for what I did or said. Someone claimed I did a crazy dance to this guy playing, but they could be exaggerating. I don't remember a thing.

What I do remember is my arrival at the rectory and online six years ago on the 7th of September.
That's what I've been told. My pocket calendar got lost somewhere along the way!

A lot of fuss, but a milestone on the best move I ever made in my entire life. It's no fun wandering the streets, not knowing where your next meal is coming from, whether you'll get chased and scared, or whether someone will actually be kind. You just never know. I ate a baby snake once, I was so hungry.

Anyway, you'll excuse me while I catch up on my sleep. I thank the Man Upstairs that this craziness only comes around once a year. As I get older, I can stand the celebrations less and less.

Have you Gotcha Days coming up? If you do, go easy on the nip and pay no attention to ladycats who promise you hearts and flowers. If you're a ladycat, just because he has a motorcycle, doesn't mean you have to kickstand your heart!


Love y'all bunches!

Tom

Monday, September 2, 2019

Reminiscing on Labor Day

Happy Labor Day!

Oh, boy - when I look back!!

It's been quite the ride, this clerical adventure. Here I am, a cat priest with Walter Mitty-type adventures, sometimes going back in time to the days of Washington or, for Thanksgiving, the Pilgrims' meal with the Indians. It's fun imagining myself there, having a bit of undocumented New World moonshine and food dropped by hungry attendees. See me? (Bottom right-hand corner)



Then, there was this - totally unexpected and made me all happy inside!


Then, I awoke. Darn!

I tried thinking of me with William Tell and the arrow through the apple on my head, but I figured even with my imagination, it would just be too dangerous!!

On the home front, I became friends with Bridget de la Furr who doesn't travel with me back in time, but sure makes herself known in my present life. Both in a good way and bad. She can be a real pain in the neck, but she's my friend, so I overlook her faults. (She's the one with her paws over my tag line so it reads "Cat turned pest." See what I mean?



Hope you have a good holiday! Not much going on here and as far as labor is concerned, that applies only when I feel like it. Typical feline, eh?

Celebrating the sweat of my brow,
Tom