To frame or be framed. This is a test of intelligence.
This hairless cat just loves suntanning by the window beside a blue cat. First time I’ve seen a blue cat before.
When I took the photo, lo and behold, I noticed there is a third one.
As long as as my human keeps the fireplace on, nothing can stop me from a frozen treat.
Where is my scent?
I know I rubbed my myself on this carpet.
I hate it when my human vacuumed!
Now I have to leave tracks all over again.
Keeping Lucy and Grace from over-heating.
Cold wet towel
Buckets of water
Four fans going
Can’t wait for the heat wave to be over.
My idea of having a good time lately is having healthy cats, bird watching, and walking around checking the surrounding gardens. Living alone, I can withstand quiet moments. Don’t get me wrong; I am not a hermit. I see people daily and have incidental warm conversations with strangers to add a pep to our life.
Self-isolation and social distancing is not a big deal since I am an introvert living with mental health issues. When Covid started, I am well into my second year of self-isolation to stabilize my health. When the government imposed health rules to manage the transmission, I am more equipped to handle the situation. I am OK with this.
Lately, more people are having mental health issues due to lockdown, isolation, or keep a small bubble. My heart goes out to those who are now showing clinical symptoms of mental illness. I am not OK with this.
Please seek help.
January 28 is the annual Let’s Talk day sponsored by Bell kicks off.
On Bell Let’s Talk Day, Bell donates 5 cents to Canadian mental health programs for every applicable text, local or long-distance call, tweet or TikTok video using #BellLetsTalk, every Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest, Snapchat, TikTok, Twitter and YouTube view of the Bell Let’s Talk Day video, and every use of the Bell Let’s Talk Facebook frame or Snapchat filter. All at no cost to participants beyond what they would normally pay their service provider for online or phone access.
Miracle. All of it! That’s the sum total of my year.
There are miracles and miracles. It is regarded as a miracle if God does someone’s will. The best miracle is if someone does the will of God.
For two years, I nurtured the pineapple sage from sampling to maturity. It grew into a huge bush, mostly leaves. Pleading to the plant to please, please, please, flower for me; even just one flower. It did not. Maybe I placed it on the wrong side of the garden where it only receives 6 hours of full sun. I thought, next year, I have to give this plant a rest. On the first day of winter, I saw the most beautiful shade of red. It’s flowering despite low temperature and snow.
Oh, baby, baby. Our newest addition to our family, Sawyer, finally moved closer to home, from the east coast to the west coast at the beginning of this year. Needless to say, we are all ecstatic. I am proud to say I knitted this blanket that he is finally growing into. The pattern is called minted square. One square is completely different from the rest — an error – I found out when it’s all finished. That’s okay. Sawyer wouldn’t notice the difference.
The annual camping tradition was not canceled. Thank goodness our provincial park did not close our playground due to the virus. We were good abiding citizens and practiced social distancing during camping. The kids booked their own campsite side by side and we have one big site for communal all day cooking and eating. The pleasure of being simple in the woods, keeping voices low, not breaking the sound of silence, and kumbaya is the balm to these city slickers’ souls.
Just go with the flow, said the stone to the river and I’ll wait right here.
Apart from growing plants, painted rocks are additional ornaments to brighten the garden. Inspirational and spreading kind words written on the rocks such as joy, love, peace, live life pass it on, you rock, gratitude, etc. is becoming the norm. I must say I enjoy reading them.
During the pandemic, people are keener on having pets to keep them company. This senior cat got it made having a human servant to push her carriage around. I am happy for the cat yet feeling a tinge of jealousy at the same time. Jealous because I was thinking of those seniors in retirement, care, or nursing houses where their children cannot even visit them due to the restrictions.
Pay attention to what gives you joy. These gifts of joy are meant to help us during times of desolation.
On my birthday, as the celebrant, I pick where I want to go with my golden ladies. We are golden in terms of age. There are three of us. Trust me, I always take them where the wild things are. This time destination Garry Point. It’s a 75-acre waterfront part with an open and rolling landscape that provides spectacular vistas across the Salish Sea and beyond Vancouver Island and the Gulf Islands. Snow geese are ubiquitous in this area. Needless to say, it was another day to remember with the golden girls as we make memories and not count years.
While we try to teach our children all about life, our children teach us what life is all about.
Two days after my birthday is another day to celebrate Dia de Los Muertos, The Day of the Dead. No better way to spend it in the boneyard on a beautiful autumn day to rattle and wake the skeletons, bring food on the sacred ground to feed the hungry ghost, and blow kisses to the faithfully departed.
If you think long enough about what you see in a cat, you begin to suppose you will understand everything, but its eyes tell you there is nothing to understand; there is only life.
Back at the beginning of the year, I adopted a cat named Grace. I remember when she was a kitten. When I used to stay overnight at her home, I wake up with Grace beside me. She is so adorable, charming, and loving. Lucy loves her. How did she come into my life? Well, because my younger cousin died. She left behind three cats. I don’t know who took the others. With my cousin’s demise, Grace will always remind me of her.
What did I truly find out this year? I found out that 2020 made me live with little of what I have. I laugh at myself a lot. There’s not a hell lot I can do.
Ending 2020 with a high note, I watched the Death of 2020. This is the best monologue that I replayed over and over again.
With no cure for Covid in sight, life for millions has been reduced to a creepy and a seemingly an endless lockdowns.
I live on my own and after a while got so lonely. I developed multiple personalities on purpose, so I can keep myself company. But, then, of course, I had to try and keep two meters away from myself at all times. Don’t know if you’ve ever tried doing that, but it’s a bloody nightmare. So I started doing video calls to keep sociable. I did so many, I sometimes glitch in real life now. Like, I just freeze now and then.
Wicked as what the brits would say. I went to bed in stitches with a smile on my face.
Boxing Day is a sacred day for cats.
At the Manor, there are 48 suites with two or one-bedrooms and bachelor suits. Most of the people who live here are immigrants from the Chez Republic, Bosnia, India, Ireland, Iran, Korea, Japan, Peru, Philippines, Poland, Russia, Serbia, Sweden, Yugoslavia and other countries that I can’t think of.
I am one of them.
Now, we are citizens of Canada. We made The Manor our home.
“O Canada, our home and native land” is the first line of our National Anthem.
The residents here are lovely, approachable and pleasant. We enjoy chatting from the balcony, window or entranceway as I potter around the garden. I must admit the garden is an icebreaker for many, even from passersby.
One of the tenants took up photography and had a field day taking macro shots of all the flowers in the garden. The end product was framed and gifted to our lovely manager of the building.
When I cut flowers from my hard-earned gardening, these go to the manager as well.
From single to couple to third-generation residency, I’ve witnessed them. Most of these people love to have their family around living in the same roof. It’s good to see a couple having a child or two and be able to bring a surviving parent to add the responsibility of taking care of their children.
Of course, I get to play with the children when they were younger in the garden.
Kindness plays a big important role in living in this community. If you are unkind, who else will help you but your neighbour?
I must admit I find myself special because the manager allowed me to paint my suite when I had one of my episodes on mental breakdown. The activity kept my focus away from living in my head.
The end result was brilliant.
Pistachio green paint in the living room, kitchen and hallway. A hint of a rose colour for the bathroom. Skyblue for my bedroom to calm me down.
Oh, these little things, I am grateful.
Note to me: Wake up early. Full Moon. April 16. 2020.
This is a rare day for me to get up early just to witness the full moon high up. Usually, the moon rises from the east and very low on the ground at night. With my balcony facing west, I get a good view.
Most days, I do nothing but watch the stillness of the morning. Breathing the fresh air, looking at the full moon waning as the dawn breaks, listening to the silence.
The sight of the garden is enough for me to brighten my day all year round. The poem I posted here is a reminder to plant my own garden, decorate my soul.
Again, from my balcony, there is plenty to amuse myself, especially the birds. Crows. Starlings. Finches. Woodpeckers. Robins. Seagulls. Sparrows. Hummingbirds. We feed them. Currently, the crow is busy building a nest on the holly tree. Crows are the least of my favourite because the smaller birds disappeared since they started nesting. And that’s ok. It’s only during the spring.
Life is short without coffee drinking from my precious cup. The cup’s original writing is, “Fortunately, there’s still sex.” I have to change that now.
Thinking of sex, one has to be mindful of sexually transmitted diseases. AIDS was the number one killer then, now it’s COVID, and you don’t even have to have sex!
So, the trending word now is CATS.
Our local SPCA is busy providing cats and dogs as companions for all those lonely people during this shelter in place.
Thank God, I have cats. I’m alone but not lonely.
And here they are, all over me, waking me up to feed them breakfast. The time is past 9 a.m.
As I was writing this post, a bee entered into my sanctuary. All the buzzing and the cats chasing it, I said to the bee “hang on” and let me finish what I’m doing. Nope. With all the commotion going … Continue reading
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I remember my mother used to tell people that her greatest treasure is her children. She is right, I am one of her thirteen children. Without children, there will be no future in this world. On a low tide, combing … Continue reading
Two for the road, we’ll travel through the years, collecting precious memories, selecting souvenirs and living life the way we please” – Henry Mancini Alone but never lonely. Foster two cats, never just one.
Radka sent a photo of her children to Remy’s FB of her children talking to her daughter. She spoke her first full sentence in English, her third language, “You are so cute.” For all we know, Remy is linguistic since … Continue reading
The effect what my cat companions to me, words cannot describe it. There is scientific evidence that petting animals reduce blood pressure. As for me, it provides a medicinal nature that drugs cannot. I know I would not do without … Continue reading
Just chillaxing with my children.
Life is grand.
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
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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.
The tenant is a minimalist. All she brought with her is an old bed and three dressers for her clothes. She loves dressing up. No sofa, no chairs, no table for she threw in the towel. A clean slate, a new beginning. Ah, she can now breathe. No more stuff that suffocates her life. Over the years, the room is gradually filling up and it has maintained its simplicity in life. A sofa, plants, folding dinning table, a cat. Plenty of light and life. She now loves living the life what God has intended for her.
“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 AlexanderRelated Articles: All Things Bright and Beautiful Poem post by cristines Hummingbird blogspot by mara gamiel As a matter of cat by Ella on WordPress