Notes from a parish cat and his author Julie Mackenzie
- Fr. Tom Fish
- 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, May 25, 2020
Memorial Day - Between Heaven and Earth..
A day to remember all the sacrifices made by those past and present.
We wanted to post this link, just in case you haven't seen it already or would just like to go through the experience once again.
The Angel Flight
Love to you all.
~Tom, Bridget and Julie Mackenzie xoxo
Monday, May 18, 2020
Mish-Mash Monday
Hi, kitty friends!
Just this second, I got a wild hair.
Not knowing what I would write this post on, I decided to grab any photo in my ginormous collection and write something off the cuff, or pawcuff..using my wild imagination.
Are you guys game?
Here we go:
These "S" scratchers are a great invention. Do you have one? They are so comfy! If'n I had to choose between a king's throne and this scratcher, the scratcher would win claws down!!
It was invented, I heard, by a dyslexic inventor by the name of Otto Slevich (hence the S) who loved writing his name, but always had trouble with the S. Even after he grew into adulthood, would write it backwards. Well, that troublesome situation inspired this scratcher which is okay with the S either backwards or right-ways..I like it backwards, as you can tell. He loved cats, so it was an easy invention for him and Mr. Slevich grew very rich. He's still getting money for the patent which makes him patently a genius in my book!
Wasn't that fun?
Let me know your favorite scratching appawratus!
Thank you for reading!
TOM
Just this second, I got a wild hair.
Not knowing what I would write this post on, I decided to grab any photo in my ginormous collection and write something off the cuff, or pawcuff..using my wild imagination.
Are you guys game?
Here we go:
These "S" scratchers are a great invention. Do you have one? They are so comfy! If'n I had to choose between a king's throne and this scratcher, the scratcher would win claws down!!
It was invented, I heard, by a dyslexic inventor by the name of Otto Slevich (hence the S) who loved writing his name, but always had trouble with the S. Even after he grew into adulthood, would write it backwards. Well, that troublesome situation inspired this scratcher which is okay with the S either backwards or right-ways..I like it backwards, as you can tell. He loved cats, so it was an easy invention for him and Mr. Slevich grew very rich. He's still getting money for the patent which makes him patently a genius in my book!
Wasn't that fun?
Let me know your favorite scratching appawratus!
Thank you for reading!
TOM
Monday, May 11, 2020
A Dirty Little Secret
Hi there!! How is everybody?
Whew! Well, it's finally out for all the world to see. Bridget's dirty little secret.
She has been terrorizing one of the chairs in the living room. The housekeeper has kept it out of sight for the most part, but it's getting so bad, it's really hard to hide.
Now, I'll have you all know that there are three scratchers not three feet away from this and I use them all the time, along with a scratcher holding up a perch by the window. Do you think she would use any of those? Course not!! This chair has become her claws-down favorite and from the looks of things, she's not letting up any time soon.
Since the housekeeper spends a lot of her time in the living room near the chair, you might ask when this carnage is committed. It happens early in the morning and goes like this:
Bridget goes upstairs and tries to get the housekeeper up. It's around 4am. No luck.
Comes down, heads for the chair, scratch, scratch, scratch is heard upstairs. The housekeeper is livid, but won't get out of bed.
She goes up again and purrs and taps the housekeeper who now pretends to be asleep. No luck.
That darn wench goes back downstairs..you guessed it..scratch, scratch..scratch (and a little "take that" said under her breath).
The housekeeper finally gets up, angry as a wet hornet, ready to kill.
Now, a little backstory. The chair was supposed to go to the dump before we left Maryland. We were told to knock ourselves out, scratch all we wanted because we weren't taking it with us. It obviously never made it to the dump and Bridget has never forgotten. Fortunately, it's the only chair she's taken to for her free-for-all efforts!
I guess instead of grabbing Bridget to go to rehab, we'll just have to let nature take its course!
~TOM
Whew! Well, it's finally out for all the world to see. Bridget's dirty little secret.
She has been terrorizing one of the chairs in the living room. The housekeeper has kept it out of sight for the most part, but it's getting so bad, it's really hard to hide.
Now, I'll have you all know that there are three scratchers not three feet away from this and I use them all the time, along with a scratcher holding up a perch by the window. Do you think she would use any of those? Course not!! This chair has become her claws-down favorite and from the looks of things, she's not letting up any time soon.
Since the housekeeper spends a lot of her time in the living room near the chair, you might ask when this carnage is committed. It happens early in the morning and goes like this:
Bridget goes upstairs and tries to get the housekeeper up. It's around 4am. No luck.
Comes down, heads for the chair, scratch, scratch, scratch is heard upstairs. The housekeeper is livid, but won't get out of bed.
She goes up again and purrs and taps the housekeeper who now pretends to be asleep. No luck.
That darn wench goes back downstairs..you guessed it..scratch, scratch..scratch (and a little "take that" said under her breath).
The housekeeper finally gets up, angry as a wet hornet, ready to kill.
Now, a little backstory. The chair was supposed to go to the dump before we left Maryland. We were told to knock ourselves out, scratch all we wanted because we weren't taking it with us. It obviously never made it to the dump and Bridget has never forgotten. Fortunately, it's the only chair she's taken to for her free-for-all efforts!
I guess instead of grabbing Bridget to go to rehab, we'll just have to let nature take its course!
~TOM
Monday, May 4, 2020
We Zebras!
Hi, friends!
With the sun shining and open blinds, we made an interesting discovery.
It gives us stripes! I think it's very cool, besides having the sun on us which has always been pretty neat. Nothing makes me feel more comforted or contented than the warmth of the sun, but it can get boring. Not any more! Yipes, stripes!!
Bridget claims she's not competitive, but I disagree. She insisted on having her picture taken in her own bed, all stripey and, of course, gorgeous!
So, what do you think? Are we looking good, or what?
Lots of love,
TOM & BRIDGET
With the sun shining and open blinds, we made an interesting discovery.
It gives us stripes! I think it's very cool, besides having the sun on us which has always been pretty neat. Nothing makes me feel more comforted or contented than the warmth of the sun, but it can get boring. Not any more! Yipes, stripes!!
Bridget claims she's not competitive, but I disagree. She insisted on having her picture taken in her own bed, all stripey and, of course, gorgeous!
So, what do you think? Are we looking good, or what?
Lots of love,
TOM & BRIDGET
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