What Goes Up Must Come Down

Hi, furry folks!

The rectory is getting painted this week, starting today, so this entry will be short. I have to snoopervise from my window to make sure everything goes according to plan. The housekeeper is a wreck, but will no doubt make it festive. I'm surprised she hasn't baked anything for them, but she has provided the men with sparkling water in case they get thirsty. It's hard work!

All this fuss has made me super conscious of the inside of the house, too. There's a loft ladder that will take you up to where things are stored and I like to go up there and sleep. Going up is the easy part, especially for us cats, but the hard part is having to come back down.

I always get dizzy!

Actually, it's not too bad. I always forget about the coming down part when I'm anticipating a nice, long nap in a corner to curl up in. For the longest time, nobody knew where I was. That was so funny!

Hope you all have a good week ahead!

Off to nestle in my hidden nest,
Tom

Nine Lives? All I Need is One

How many times have I heard this thing about nine lives!

And there are all kinds of myths and legends about where it came from..like from Bast, a Celtic goddess (sounds good to me!) and that nine is a magical number and something about witches changing back and forth from cat to witch and back to cat again. That one's got me. Can you imagine..? Do they use phone booths like Superman? Or do they go to dress shops and really change in the fitting room? Inquiring cats want to know...!

As for me, I was a stray and had a few close calls, but I found myself a good home where there's always food and plenty of attention. Sometimes there's too much, but I have escape routes and do duck and cover, ha!

Now, if I have any lives left, I'll just pass the extras along to anycat who might need them. Sound good?

I'll stick with what I've got. I only need one now and this one's pretty darn good!

Contented down to my toes,
Tom

We"re Baaaaack!!!

Hello, effurrybody and the guy in the red satin tux..(I don't know who he is. Besides, I just made him up!)

I missed everybody while our computer was down. It was like a member of the family had to go to the hospital. I guess staying at a tech place for a few days to get repaired is like the same thing.

Here's how I initially reacted to the news that everything was getting back to normal:

I know. I can be an ass.

But, after I thought about it, I got really excited.

I did miss you guys and I'm happy to be back on here, ready to read your comments and let me know how you're doing! (I'll come visit, too - I'll even call first...just kidding!)

Tom

If you want to be in on the celebration of our return, go to Fr. Tom Fishworthy on Facebook!

Son of a Buzzard

Hi, everybody and all the ships at sea!

That first line has absolutely nothing to do with what I'm posting here today,
but I thought it had a nice ring to it.

I'll get right to the subject of our conversation. A certain feathered creature is driving me nuts. I won't show the hellish nuisance here, because that's just what that attention-seeking, loud, tree-perching son of a buzzard wants.

I'm sure you get the idea when I show you what he looks like:

Yes, a C-R-O-W..a Cat Razzing Overly Wicked bird.

Whoever drew him tried to sweeten it all up with flowers and a key, but let me tell you - crows don't keep their beaks closed long enough to hold anything! They squawk and squawk up in my trees and all my menacing looks just don't work! I'm at my wit's end!

If any of you have any suggestions on how to deal with them, let me know. The housekeeper will occasionally throw out some old bread and that has to stop! But, I don't think that's it. Maybe they have something to say to me? Bird is not a second language for me, unfortunately.

Trying to stay unflappable,
Tom

Lunar Logic

I'm always thinking.

For a cat, that's not a bad thing. There are some of us who believe in total action. Climbing here, clawing there, purring at all sorts of things.

I've always liked the expression "Love you to the moon and back" which is something that peeps have come up with.

Some peeps actually think it's too limiting. Why stop there? Keep going, mate and really express your feelings!!

Others ask why we don't just stop at the moon. It still conveys the sentiment. Besides, there was a lunar landing which peeps are celebrating. Any lunar trip is pretty special no matter how you look at it, I guess.

Here's my version just for us cats, having absolutely nothing to do with the moon at all.

We love in our own way.

Besides, there's too much love traffic going back and forth to the moon, anyway.

Tom

Cool Stuff..Kinda, Sorta, Maybe

Guess what!

I made a discovery just yesterday.
Did you know when you go to type "LOL" but you're at the wrong keys next to it, it comes out "KIK?"

Silly, I know, but I had to tell you. That's in case you didn't know already. Inquiring minds need to be satisfied, right?

And here's something: This weird happening with the housekeeper's and my silhouettes on the wall.

Now, I was in the far window and the sun, as bright as it was, cast my shadow on the far wall opposite. The housekeeper couldn't leave well enough alone. She had to stick her head up while sitting on the couch. Anyway, it looks like we're cuddling and I'm bigger than she is, KIK!!!!!

Shadows are fun, but this is just another instance where I notice the cool stuff and have to be the one to point it out.

Next time you're sunbathing, see if a shadow is sitting behind you!

Next time I'll be Batman,
Tom

Housekeeper Gets Wigged

Hey, guys -

You're not gonna believe what happened. The housekeeper is so mad!
I've never seen her this crazy and here, I thought I was doing her a favor.

You see, it's shedding season right now. I'm gagging on my fur when I groom myself, throwing up furballs all over the place. The housekeeper felt sorry for me and started giving me major brushings and combings and before you know it, there's this pile of fur. And, that's not even all of it. There's a mat I wouldn't let her near. Too ticklish. So, there'll be more.

Can you believe all this came from my hide? I swear I'm ten pounds lighter.

She said she would send it off to a place that turns fur into yarn and get a sweater made. I thought that was great; I thought we could stuff a pillow and make a nice soft one. But, before I made that suggestion, I had a funny thought.

But I didn't tell her.
I started to giggle...

Listen! Yeah! It could be a wig! A wig for the housekeeper! I can see this pile on her head now, hahahaha!!
She must have sensed I was up to no good and got all mad. She thinks I'm laughing at her. Well, most of the time, I am.

Hey, all seriousness aside, if you think it'll make a nice wig, you let me know, ok? I want to donate it to a worthy cause and her head is as good as anything I can think of.

Sincerely flipping over a wig,
Tom