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.

Tuesday, February 25, 2020

Mardi Gras!

Laissez les bons temps rouler!!

Let the good times roll!

Just wanted to jump on here for a second day in a row to wish everyone a very happy Shrove Tuesday! Eat much, purr often, and let the joyful energy lift your spirits!

Monday, February 24, 2020

Sharing Moods

Hi, kitties and peoples!!

I've included our humans for this post since I find that we often play off each other. I know I catch the housekeeper's moods and she picks up on mine.

For instance, here I thought she was laughing at me yawning, but I noticed my eyelids have eyes!!
It was my turn to laugh, then!!

"I can't believe what I just heard!"

And one more to leave you with:
The best communication of all - "Here I am if you need me."

We both feel that way. I know it!


Monday, February 17, 2020

We Shall Come A-Shivering, Bringing in the Sheaves...

Hi, furriends!

Winter is pretty rough, I don't care where you live. Even if it's Florida, the drop in temps makes everyone shiver and reach for a sweater packed away for emergencies.

I made my point yesterday as I decked myself out in warm clothes, covering everything except the nose. They all think I exaggerate. Not hardly. After all, I look around me and see boots, hats, gloves, scarves, heavy coats, pants (I would hope) and thick sweaters, all to ward off the cold.

It was the housekeeper who insisted I bundle up, too. Little did I know it would prompt unnecessary commentary on the part of upper management!

See what I mean? Well, at least I was comfy, except for my nose, that is.

On the bright side, we're more than halfway through February. There's more daylight, so the days seem to be getting longer which I like, yet nighttimes still close in ever so gently and are nice and cozy.

So, hang in there, friends!

Spring is right around the corner. Which corner, they never tell us, but we'll be waiting!

Here's to toasty furs and warmer days!


Monday, February 10, 2020

Memories Monday/Valentine's Day

Hello and welcome to our reaching-out-to-hearts edition!

Even we kitties have memories of things that we've experienced.
I remember when the housekeeper went to a yard sale at a nursing home and returned with the photo of a kitty she really liked. It sat around, of course, with my wondering why she was drawn to it for some reason, especially since we didn't know the kitty.

One day, we took the frame apart - some of you might remember this - and found all kinds of memories someone had tucked in the back of it.

Here's another photo put behind the lady. Looks like a nice memory to me!

I guess whoever had this wanted to be sure the photos didn't get lost. But, trouble is, you forget they're there. It's sad, really. I guess we'll never know whose memories these are.

So, next time you pick up a frame or framed photo you're drawn to at a thrift store or a yard sale (those days will be here soon, we hope!), take it apart and see what you can find!

To all my valentines:

"Just remember this..
A kiss is just a kiss
A sigh is just a sigh..."


Monday, February 3, 2020

A Groundhog Expo-zay

Hello, furry ones!

Yesterday was Groundhog Day and Mr. Groundhog had quite an eventful time with everybody watching and waiting to see if he saw his shadow. Now, you have to understand that after so many years of shadow-watching and people watching and those people watching him, that our friend has become a recluse. It's true!

So, the groundhog everybody saw yesterday was NOT Punxatawny Phil!

You heard it here, my friends!

In truth, the real Phil wants nothing to do with people. He told me so himself. All the flashing cameras and stupid cell phones, the obligation to look for his shadow every year, and someone taking off with his welcome mat outside his den has put him over the edge.

But, we caught up with him, and he was nice enough to pose for my blog! Thank you, Phil!

Dig his hat, worn Sinatra-style!

Anyhow, that's the truth of the matter.

Any other groundhog claiming to be him is bogus.

Just thought I'd give you the scoop!