A House Fit For A House Cat

Writing 101, Day 11: Today, tell us about the home you lived in when you were twelve. For your twist, pay attention to — and vary — your sentence lengths.


025Last year when I was equivalent to a 12 year old human, I was living in the same house I am now. Fancy that. A three bedroom two and a half bath single family dwelling with a finished basement and one car garage. All for me and my two humans. Our House was the ideal suburbia model of the 1980’s with its bordered wallpaper and upholstered window treatments. Classified as one of those split entry types, the front door is in the middle of the top and bottom floors, and has two sets of interior stairs. One set goes up, the other goes down.

What I liked best about the house was the textured plush carpeting. It’s wall to wall. The kind that my claws can get really good traction on to make those high speed corner turns. It’s a race track. I zoom from the front living room window, through the dining room, round the hallway corners to the other side of the house, and into the front master bedroom. And then back. Yes I am a thundering herd of elephants.

Sometimes I liked to freak my mom out with my balancing act. I’d walk along the smooth wooden railing that guards the open stair well on the top floor. It’s a one story plus 3 foot drop from there. Once she saw me slip and fall, and raced to the stairs prepared for the worst, but thanks to a protruding carpeted ledge I was able to hook onto it like Velcro and claw myself back up to safety. Boy did I ever get cuddled and kissed with relief.

The non-carpeted rooms are the  kitchen, bathrooms, laundry room, and stair landing. These places are not recommended for high speed traction. I get nowhere real fast, or spin out of control. The stair landing has an area rug that is not secured to the tiled floor and is often found bunched up against the front door from the wide angle sweep of my rear end trying to make it around the bend on a mad dash up or down.

My bathroom is downstairs in the laundry room. Mom tried to be environmentally friendly and used crushed pine for my litter. It had a pleasant woodsy scent. Downstairs was also home to the big screen TV. Dad bought me one of those multilevel scratching posts with a sling bed at the top, and placed it between their recliners so we could all watch TV together. I liked how it towered above so I could look down upon them.

My human’s children had both grown up and moved out. Yup, empty nesters. One of their bedrooms was storage and the other turned guest room was off limits in case of cat allergies. Now and then we’d have family dinners and on some of these occasions the benign stone-faced fireplace would become a hot blaze of crackling fire. It was completely mesmerizing. The garage too was a constant source of curiosity. I’m still not allowed in there. Overall, like Crosby Stills and Nash sing, “Our house, is a very, very, very fine house. With two cats in the yard, life used to be so hard. Now everything is easy, ’cause of me.….” =^,,^=

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Flavourites of Kittenhood

Writing 101 Day 10, Today, be inspired by a favorite kittenhood meal. For the twist, focus on infusing the post with your unique voice — even if that makes you a little nervous.


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My earliest memory is of a not so inspiring kittenhood meal that consisted of some kind of a wet meaty slurry and a bowl of water. About a month later, the slurry became more solid and was joined by another bowl containing little bites of crunchy food. We called them crunchies because kibble sounded a little too dog. Turkey, chicken, beef and fish, my palate was well diversified, and well, still is. Once in a while my human mom would give me a tiny bowl of milk as she had done for all her previous kittens and cats, but then she was “advised” that cows milk was bad for us. I didn’t have a problem digesting it but she didn’t want to take any more chances even though her cat Coco had lived for 18 years supplemented with cows milk now & then.

My humans would be away all day, so being more nocturnal than diurnal, I mostly slept during that time. They’d play with me in the evening, but when they went to bed, I’d be still be wide awake. I tried to sleep with them but after getting rolled on or kicked off the bed once too many times, I ventured back down to the basement and there I learned to hunt. Now being an indoor cat you’d wonder what I would hunt for. Bugs! You’d be surprised how many bugs would come out of the wood work in the dark. I didn’t have to go outside, they came in. Bugs are like vitamins. Spiders, moths, earwigs etc.  Some tasted better than others, but they were all fun to try to catch. Another odd food that I like is lettuce and grass. My human dad would say I’m my mom’s cat because she likes her greens too.  My dad’s not much of a green food guy at all.

I was about 2 months old when a special little bag of food appeared. Hard’n crunchy outside, soft’n meaty inside. Meowee, they were de-lish.  They were so special that they’d be hand fed to me. She’d get a handful of those treats, ten to fifteen of them, and sit with me on the floor in a separate room from anyone else. Just the two of us. It was a special time, our time. Treat, click, treat, click, treat, click.  She called it “charging the clicker” which was teaching me that the clicker meant treats. Those treats combined with the clicker inspired me to learn my tricks. I’d do anything they asked of me. Any flavour too, it didn’t matter.  This would continue for about ten minutes, one or two times a day, for a few days. That was it, I got it. Three months later I had learned 4 tricks: Sit, shake a paw, high five, and sit up. It didn’t matter anymore either who asked me to do the tricks, just as long as they had those or any treats. I’d do them for people food too. Steak and roast chicken were a big favourite. Then, when I was about 7 months old the ultimate treats started, but those are stories for another day. Excuse me now while I make this bowl of Mariner’s Catch disappear, nom nom nom nom! =^,,^=

Mom took this picture of me because I was too young to do it myself.

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A Scene At the Marine Park

Writing 101, Day 9: For today’s assignment, write a scene at the park. Up for a twist? Write the scene from three different points of view.

(A typical scene in any anchorage, this is my furiend Tank and his humans.
We were in Desolation Sound Marine Park at the time. This was a fun assignment =^,,^=)


Dog: I gotta go so bad! I can’t wait to get on land. The shore is right there. Faster now, faster. No don’t backup, we were almost there! I don’t care if it’s not a perfect spot, I gotta go now! Everyday for over a week it’s been like this. I know they try their best but they can go whenever they want. I hope they brought my ball and will play with me awhile before we go back. Okay, that looks like a good spot, I can’t hold it much longer… “HUHWHUWHUWEEE!”

Woman: It’s so pretty and peaceful here, I just love it. I don’t really like boating but this makes it so worth it. What should I take a picture of? Trees, rocks, water? I have so many pictures, what’s a few more. Oh, I see some flowers…. “Rod, take me in a little closer over there would you please”. That’s better. “Ow Tank, stop squirming and get off my foot.” I really should trim his nails. Darn, I forgot his ball. A fresh water swim in the lake? “Sounds good to me.” What is that funny sound Tank is making. “Do you hear him Rod? It almost sounds like he’s saying hurry.”

Man: Another couple of feet and I’ll have to start raising the motor before the props hit bottom. I really don’t want that Green Jacket/Bent Prop award. As soon as the bow touches land Tank will be out of the dinghy like a shot. Good thing the tide is high. It’s much easier to get him on shore without his feet getting cut on the oyster shells.  Blood makes such a mess and I hate cleaning it up. Good, there’s the path to the lake where that dinghy is over there by those flowers. “Hey Sharee, whaddahya say we all go for swim in the lake tomorrow, and we’ll bring Tank’s ball too. Tank! Quiet down.”

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Dockside At The Marina

Writing 101, Day 8: Go to a public location and make a detailed report of what you see. The twist of the day? Write the post without adverbs.


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Here I am furiends, laying on the dock of the bay, in the morning sun, watching the the ships and the tides roll in. Sounds like a familiar song doesn’t it. Today I thought I’d describe what it’s like at the marina. It’s a weekday and except for the random cry of a gull flying over or the squeak of a fender being pushed up against the dock, the marina resembles a ghost town. Deck chairs sit empty with no one to enjoy the view. Flags hang motionless and boats of all kinds are still. Ripples of heat radiate from white hot fiberglass, while cooling shadows run across the expanse of wooden planks reaching down the endless length of dock, a mottle of greenish browns and tans from constant exposure to sun and moisture.  I have to be careful to avoid getting splinters in my paws from it’s rough surface.

The sea level is at it’s lowest of the day and the row of pilings that hold the dock in place tower above, pointing upwards towards a sky as blue as my eyes. The angle of the serrated metal ramp from shore sets the stage for the ill-timed boater arriving upon the scene. A comedy of errors worth watching, and I’m ready in the wait. Minstrel waits for her next sea cruise, biding her time with 4 thick off-white lines extending from her port side bow, midpoint, and stern, to the railing of the dock. You don’t dare call them ropes within hearing range of seasoned mariners or be prepared to be likened to a landlubber. The shadows are creeping back from whence they came and push me to look for a cooler place, while the divine smell of bacon emits from Minstrel and beckons me inside. Until next time my furiends I leave and wish you all a fond farewell .

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Twin Cats

Writing 101, Day 7: Focus today’s post on the contrast between two things. The twist? Write the post in the form of a dialogue

Did you know Minstrel has twin cats? The live under the floor in the engine room and make a lot of noise when we leave the dock, and whether they roar or purr is matter of opinion. Once when the humans weren’t looking I snuck in to meet them, but to my disappointment, I found out they’re not real cats. They’re 3208 210 horse power Catapillar engines! I had to be careful and step around puddles of oil and water, a sticky film to stain my paws a blackish gray. They were talking to each other and didn’t see me in the dark, and this is what I overheard them saying.


“Hey Starboard, what’s that dripping I hear?”

“I’ve got a leaky water pump Port. I’m so afraid we’re going sink, and I don’t want to die! Whaaa….” Continue reading

Setting Sight on Sammy

Writing 101, day 6. Today, you’ll write about the most interesting purrson you’ve met in 2014. In your twist, develop and shape your portrait further in a character study.


I don’t really get to be around too many furiends for any great length of time, but one day about 10 months ago the front door opened and in came a large white cardboard box with a series of small holes around the sides and a handle on top. “She” had arrived. Continue reading

No Return Address

Writing 101, Day 5: You discover a letter on a path that affects you deeply. Today, write about this encounter. And your twist? Be as succinct as possible….
…or walk th’ plank ye scurvy dawgs! -(Today is International Talk Like a Pirate Day!)


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Then thought the better,
Should I read,
Where might it lead.

Written sweetly,
Affects me deeply,
Hearts will yearn,
I must return.

Teary eyes blinked,
From a twist succinct,
Who to find,
It was unsigned.

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All Is Naut Lost – Part I

Writing 101, Day 4 – Today, write about a loss. The twist: make this the first post in a three-post series. (Part II, Part III)


Meow my furiends. The topic of this assignment couldn’t be more purrfect. It’s so amazing how the catzmos works at times.  I was trying to figure out how to start telling this true story about something remarkable that happened to my mom but it’s a bit long so  breaking it up into parts solves that problem. Continue reading

The Lore of Cat Croons

Writing 101, Day 3: Today, celebrate three songs that are significant to you. For your twist, write for fifteen minutes without stopping — and build a writing habit.


I have many favourite songs in many categories of music, but the ones that have to do with the sea or cats are more significant to me than ones that don’t. Have you heard the song called “The Cat Came Back“? It’s a comic song written by Harry S. Miller in 1893 and it’s one of my favourite lores. This song has a great beat, and is often used to teach children the concepts of rhythm and tempo. The message of the lyrics can symbolically represent many things in life from Continue reading

My Happy Place

Writing 101, Day 2: We’re all drawn to certain places. If you had the power to get somewhere — anywhere — where would you go right now? For your twist, focus on building a setting description.


The metal springs squeaked in recoil as the female human squeezed the latches to open the barred door of my travel carrier. Out I leap onto the L-shaped built-in couch flanking the starboard side of the galley, the dense upholstery sporting a fine tweed checker of black and tan. It had been awhile since fresh air flowed freely in the cabin and the unmistakable smell of stale engine oil, hot rubber and plastic reminded me where I was. As my humans busied themselves opening doors and windows and organizing their stuff, I set about to take inventory. Continue reading