I will praise my failures. I will praise What I have not accomplished and do not possess Because it has led to this moment At ten in the morning on a smoky October day, Sitting on the bedroom floor in my bathrobe, Treated to a rectangle … Continue reading
For years, I wonder whether Lucy and Adi will learn to coexist, forget love. I really do not think cats know how to love for their narcissistic behavior. It’s always all about me. Ever since Maurice died, Lucy appears to … Continue reading
In this video, the cat is viewing his master who has died a long time ago. I can only imagine that the cat does remember and has feelings. Who says cats have no emotion?
Cat rules! Today is International Cat Day as I found out from MDABC when they posted what I shared with them yesterday “The Doctor is In” on Facebook. LATEST BLOG: The Doctor is In What a PUUUUURFECT blog post for #InternationalCatDay … Continue reading
There will be no Murphy’s Law this week. It’s done. It’s over. No commute, No hustling with riders. No morning breath. I booked the week off to decompress. I can shift my focus from the dead weights outside to domestic dead … Continue reading
Compliments of Mr. Midnight and Sir Winston from allangilmour.
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“Sunday is the golden clasp that binds together the volume of the week.” – H.W. Longfellow
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“If my dear pet can’t be with me, then I can’t be there.” Source: Franciscan Media Image: CIA de foto.
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I’m back from walking the land of Cuba. Home Sweet Home. So what did I miss in the blogging world? Do tell.
Make sure you watch the behind the scenes.
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Today, someone sent me this note: “Think happy thoughts and good things will happen.”
It came at a time when the world around me is crumbling down. I am fine but not the people who I care about. I wish I can share the value of thinking positively that nothing is over until the fat lady sings.
It does take a lot of imagination to think happy thoughts. In order for me to see it vividly in my mind, there are several wallpaper on my computer to ignite and to tickle my funny brain.
I can still remember the lady who took this photo. She has a very warm heart in doing volunteer work for SPCA.
The color of the hummingbird is effervescent and glitters as I hurriedly took a shot of it before it flew away.
And I am throwing this in to make everyone smile.
“Vivid is limited only by your imagination.”
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Vivid.”
“Sometimes you just want to quit. You know you shouldn’t but nothing seems better than crawling back into bed and hiding under the covers. (I am there right now, actually, with my iPad.)”
It’s Family Day in Vancouver, BC, Canada. “Cat”ching up with the kitties.
This is the main reason why I don’t have a Christmas Tree!
MERRY CHRISTMAS WITH LOVE
Lucy, Maurice and Seeker
Christmas week and we will receive plenty of kisses. Careful now.
Every morning without failure, Maurice jumps onto the table, asking for a lot of loving just before I go to work.
A Perfect Pair
This is me and Dillon, my blind cat. He and I have a symbiotic relationship. I rescued him, and he rescues me every day. He is determined, courageous, intelligent, and humorous. He constantly inspires me, personally and creatively. He gives me perspective. We love each other, and we make each other’s lives better. What more could you ask for from a cat? Photograph by Hannah Harvey.
Hannah, I admire you for rescuing Dillon, your blind cat. I hope you inspire others to look beyond the surface of the cute and young when doing the good deed of rescuing, it is hard to do. Of course the focus of this photograph is the dramatic eyes or lack of. Thank you, Robin Schwartz
From: National Geographic’s Assignment “The Animals We Love.”
There were 28 winning contributors out of over 16,000 photos and this is one of winning photos.
THE NAMING OF CATS ~ T.S. Eliot
The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn’t just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
First of all, there’s the name that the family use daily,
Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James,
Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey –
All of them sensible everyday names.
There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter,
Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames:
Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter –
But all of them sensible everyday names.
But I tell you, a cat needs a name that’s particular,
A name that’s peculiar, and more dignified,
Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular,
Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?
Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum,
Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat,
Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum-
Names that never belong to more than one cat.
But above and beyond there’s still one name left over,
And that is the name that you never will guess;
The name that no human research can discover –
But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name.
via: Brain Pickings by Maria Popova
May your day be as calm as the cat and dog sleeping together.
In order to make room in the garden, I have to give away these
to plant these.
Between the cats and me, there’s just no room for me in the living room
or the bedroom.
Pleasant days to all.
Look into my eyes. You are falling deeply in love with me. Look into my eyes.
I am perfect to fall in love with. We are meant for each other, forever! You are mine! You cannot resist me for you are just totally in love with my soft fuzzy adorable body. Feel me, touch me and love me. You will do as I say.
The Grade 1 and 2 students at VSB made their own “Splat” with black paint and chalk pastels. Using toothpicks they gently dragged the wet paint away from Splat’s body to create his fuzzy fur. Heart shaped doilies were added for a finish touch with “artist’s” name written on it.
With lots and lots of love and fur balls, Happy Valentines, Love from a colony of Splats.
Working for the school board, the children are the treasure in my line of work. One cannot help but fall in love with them especially when they come to show and tell what they learnt at school to our offices. They are priceless.
It sure was fun to have a Family Day.
Now, how do I get out of this situation?
I’m seem to be burden with heavy weight on me.
Image credit: Dona Minúcia
Looking onto the window is one of my favorite pastimes when I am out for a walk; I am a window gazer not as a peeping tom but curious who will look out. There are many windows of different shapes and sizes, with blinds or drapes, plain or with iron grills. I often wonder if looking at a window, I can see a different world and a whole meaning will come without searching for it.
This window is fascinating for it changes continuously. I am beginning to think that the tenant is looking at me looking at the window. I’ve seen a person inside once before.
On a different day, the blue cat has a company, another beautiful cat with short fur and a long whisker. What happened to that hairless one? Maybe the bald cat is not allowed to catch the sunshine, or else it might get more wrinkles for lack of protection.
For most days, only the blue cat is on the window. I am beginning to miss not seeing the cats. Mind you, more cats are gazing out in the neighborhood to entertain me than people looking out of the window. When I look at humans looking out of the windows, most of them are elderly.
It is a good day for I am about to introduce a new addition in our community. Everyone say hello to Spiky. She is a baby hedgehog.
Please do not be jealous, Binky. I am very much aware that it was you who found this spikeball. Of course, you are still the centre of attraction. I promised Grandma that I will help her find the other foster parent to another spikeball in the cyberspace. Maybe they can exchange how to take care of Spiky so that she won’t eat your food.
What do you think, Binky? Oh? You want me to introduce you as well? Okay, everyone, meet Binky the hero of Spiky.
Related link: Spiky: Furry Friend
A confession of a cat.
Dear God, please forgive me…..
Maurice, my cat, invaded my chair and all I can post is this silly video.
I am all blogged out and over-dosed from too much remembering of Remembrance Day stories I posted yesterday.
If you are really curious like a cat, click here and find out.
If we eliminate Monday, then what day can we make fun of?
November 3, at 2 a.m. on Sunday,most Canadians will “fall back” and turn their clocks an hour back to end daylight saving time and revert to standard time.
But don’t let the time change dampen your mood
Warm furry friend asleep on my lap
Related Article: Silent Treatment
Say, yes! I am happy!
You should, I am back.
I burnt my lunch because I got carried away reading people’s post. I ended up fasting until dinner time. Not eating gave me a humongous headache. And just take a look at this. Who has a problem?
A Cat Sanctuary
I think I am having a nightmare
Tell me it ain’t so
Tell me it ain’t Monday
Tell me, tell me, tell me If it is… Wake me up when Monday is over.
And s-t-r-e-t-c-h: yoga
Not yet. 10 more minutes, please.
Ahhhh….. massage. How about my neck and shoulder.
By this time, the parents are starting to look haggard. All they do is feed the bird. Such love and drive to provide food for their young is amazing. And I thought, how much we could learn from them.Last night, I noticed both parents were perched on the bamboo line and were sounding off a different call. I am unsure what it means but I have the feeling that they are calling their offspring out.
Even Maurice and Lucy were looking at them, intently in a calm manner. The cats were listening to the chattering of the birds. I wonder if animals understand each other.I focused all my attention to the Chickadees since the departure of Nymeria. Today I came home, all is quiet. Not a single chirp. I went outside and called the birds. Chickadee-dee-dee. Nothing. It’s so strange to hear no chirping sound and the ruckus of the young ones when it’s feeding time. What is stranger, Maurice and Lucy did not even come out to the balcony with me. They must have known the birdhouse is now empty. A feeling of emptiness came over me. An empty nest syndrome. Related articles
How many times I told myself that animals are far more intelligent than humans? If only I can communicate with them, there is much they can teach me. Watch this.
Need I say more?
You tube came from: Spirit Lights the Way
Where are my furry friends?
I wonder if they miss me as much I miss them. Hang in there, Maurice and Lucy.
The next thing you know, I’m right there beside you.
Your humble human servant.
- CATastrophe – The Incident (3psbyseeker.wordpress.com)
I take care of two unwanted cats and looked for the owners of cats I found.
I provided bird houses for Finches and Chickadees to raise their family.
I grew vegetables for others’ nourishment.
I planted flowering plants for birds, bees, butterflies and other winged insects. I AM LIFE. I cared for children with AIDs
I volunteered at the hospice.
I thought students with learning disabilities to read.
I raised funds for non-profit organizations.
I fostered children. I AM LIFE. I make an honest living.
I help people who are in dire need.
I support the education system.
I became a Big Sister.
I bowled for Big Brothers. I AM LIFE. I help strangers that sustained an injury.
I cleaned up old folks apartments.
I entertained the lonely dwellers in our building.
I urge people to grow anything on their balcony.
I saved life of a hummingbird, lady bug, baby turtles. And, then some…. Now, ask me again to get a life.
With all due respect, let me ask you, what kind of life do you live?
Give up discouragement – be full of hope
Give up bitterness – turn to forgiveness
Give up complaining – focus on gratitude
Give up pessimism – become an optimist
Give up harsh judgments – think kind thoughts
Give up hatred – return good for evil
Give up negativism – be positive
Give up anger – be more patient
Give up pettiness – become mature
Give up gloom – enjoy the beauty that is all around you
Give up jealousy – pray for trust
Give up gossiping – control your tongue
Give up sin – turn to virtue
Give up giving up – hang in there Let’s pretend for the sake of this prompt, more importantly, for the sake of Daily Peace, what will you give up? Tell me and I will you mine. This is in response to Daily Prompt: Open ending. Come and join us, it’s fun.
“DP Prompt: Take Two – Run outside. Take a picture of the first thing you see. Run inside. Take a picture of the second thing you see. Write about the connection between these two random objects, people, or scenes.”
Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colors,
He made their tiny wings.
The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,
The sunset, and the morning,
That brightens up the sky;
The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,
He made them every one.
He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell,
How great is God Almighty,
Who has made all things well.
Poem by: Cecil Frances Alexander