I’m So Gull-ible

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The weather, forecasted to be gray and rainy, unexpectedly turned out to be sunny and dry. After our Remembrance Day Service at Belcarra Regional Park yesterday, we returned to our Marina for a bit of an afternoon dock party. The humans set out their deck chairs, furnished a few deck tables with appetizers, and enjoyed the glorious afternoon together.

I was almost allowed to roam at will, but the humans were a little further away from our boat Minstrel than I was comfortable with and instead I started trespassing on a few boats in between. That ended with me getting closed up inside Minstrel for the rest of the day, which was okay because it was my nap time anyways.

But what really caught my attention just before then was the dock leading the other way, along the marina’s breakwater, that was standing room only for a flock of seagulls. My oh my, if I could only join that party! I did try. I lowered my body as low as it would go and almost floated across the dock as I skulked towards them. Unfortunately they have really keen eyesight, and as if on cue a large section of them closest to me just flew up in the air, only to land a little further down the dock. They weren’t ever going to let me get too close. Mom didn’t like the look of the big mess of fresh runny poop they left behind and shushed meow back to boat before meow, or her, could step in any of it. But what a rush though.

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Here on the west coast of North America we have the western gull (Larus occidentalis). Did you know that an older name for gulls is mew? In German it’s Möwe, Danish måge, Dutch meeuw, and French mouette. These gulls typically live for 15-25 years. One of a gulls favourite food are mussels which are readily available to them at this time of year along the docks at the waterline. They carry the shelled morsels up into the air and drop them onto hard surfaces, a method used to crack them open. We are constantly finding empty black shells, and sometimes crab shells, all over Minstrel’s decks. Clever, but messy birds.

My human said she had read a rather humorous news article about a lady in Paignton, Devon (a small town in England) who reported having about 50 golf balls dropped on her house one summer by seagulls. They probably saw the balls as potential food, but then gulls see most things as potential food. Clever yes, but not so smart.

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Writing 101 Day 10: So far, we’ve found inspiration from our own experiences, images, words, and more. Today, let’s quietly observe the world around us and write about what we see. Find a spot where you can sit and observe for at least 20 minutes: a bench at a park, shopping mall, or museum; from inside your car in a parking lot; or even a place close to home, like your front porch. Ideally, it’s a location where you can watch action and interaction in a setting (between people, wildlife, weather, etc.) Don’t be afraid to take risks! Your response can be purely nonfiction and be an exact report of what you see, or a piece of creative nonfiction that uses storytelling elements (like point of view, pacing, and dialogue) to shape a more dramatic narrative.

Wordless Wednesday: Remembrance

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Photo of meow and my humans, taken by my furiend Tank’s human, Sharee Bourke.


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Port Moody Power & Sail Squadron Remembrance Day 2014 – Belcarra Park Dock, Belcarra, BC


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Happy Halloween, Twenty Fifteen

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Halloween Boat Cat
Yup, Floating On A Ghost Ship
Has Risen Again

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This photo was of me sitting on top of the settee cushion at window level on our boat Minstrel as we were leaving our marina, but the background scene in the window was of an ugly oil refinery, so we were very pleased with how a little cropping and a couple of photo effect apps totally blotted that aspect out. First we uploaded the iphone photo into PHO.TO and selected the Realistic Photomontage-> Catoptromancy effect. It needed a bit of a frame finish so then we uploaded it Pixlr.com and applied the Wave effect and Tiny Frame.

And I couldn’t resist a quick Halloween Haiku to go with it. Happy Halloween 2015!!

A shout out in honour of Penelope, The Cat From Hell who designed this pumpkin for me last year!
Thanks again Nellie!

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A Tasteful Seafood Elegy?

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Dearly departed, we have gathered you here on this plate,
to witness the fulfillment of this your fate;

Caught in baited traps on the ocean’s rocky bottom,
up from the depths of your cold briny darksome;

Whether you be grilled, sauteed, or even just steamed,
As a main dish you are highly esteemed.

So tasty, so savoury, you’re one of life’s greatest Treats,
we give you our thanks as we take our seats;

Bless’ed is your fusion with lemon, garlic and butter,
Seasoned with a sprinkle of salt ‘n pepper;

A bite of fire and spice the flavour of curry does bring,
Through summer to autumn to winter and spring;

With a dower of sweet ‘n sour on a bed of rice I may toss
Or simply dip in a tangy cocktail sauce

The ever so fresh, so decadent and succulent spot prawn,
I opened my mouth and then you were gone.

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Poetry 101 Day 8: Make today’s poem about one flavor and why it matters to you. (Feel like addressing multiple flavors? Go for it!). Form: Elegy: A moment, a place, a person, a feeling — your elegy can be about anything, as long as it evokes a thing that’s irretrievably gone. There’s a lot you can do with enumeratio — today’s suggested literary device — in your poems. As its name might suggest, it basically means constructing a list, a successive enumeration (duh!) of multiple elements in the same series. Enumeratio often entails the repetition of conjunctions like “and” and “or” — you can use them in clever ways, for example, to create internal rhymes or assonance.

I Would Rather Be At Sea

IMG_3791Perched in my big picture window,
I blankly sit and stare,
Looking over my neighbourhood,
That naught I really care.

For I’d rather be at sea.

Neighbours walk past and point at me,
Like they do every day,
“Look at that cat in the window,
He seems so sad” they say.

Because I’d rather be at sea.

They know not where my heart belongs,
It’s not here on this street,
It’s harboured on the horizon,
Where souls and vessels meet.

Yes I’d rather be at sea.

Was that the cry of gulls I heard?
No, that was just a crow,
His caw gets in my craw I sigh,
He’s such a tease you know.

Yes I’d rather be at sea.

Was that the crash of waves I heard?
No, that was just a car,
Driving past my distant wake,
Washing my dreams afar.

Yes I’d rather be at sea.

Wonder were those days of sailing,
Over the open seas,
Now all I do is long for them,
O take me back there please.

O I’d rather be at sea.

When the window sits blank and stares,
And crows fly silently,
I doubt I’ll miss this neighbourhood,
For then I’ll be at sea.

For then I’ll be at sea.

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Where would you rather be?


Poetry 101 Day 7: What do you think about when you think about your neighborhood? Whether it’s your block, a favorite store or coffeeshop, or just a general sense of community (or lack thereof), keep today’s poem local, within the radius of a leisurely stroll from your home. Form: ballad:  at a glance Ballads are dramatic, emotionally-charged poems that tell a story, often about bigger-than-life characters and situations. They can be long, short, rhymed, or unrhymed — though it’s still common for ballads to have a refrain. Device: assonance: Similar to alliteration, assonance is the strategic repetition of vowels in close proximity to each other.

Seven Wonders

My Picasso Face

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What is a face, really?
more like a tribal mask
colors, lines, patterns and shapes
angular, off balance and distorted
the face of the new art
combine several points of view
and overlap them
small, tilted planes,
set in a shallow space
geometric such as a
square, circle, or triangle
cut up and glued back together
asymmetrical balance by contrast
repetition of a pattern,
a pattern of repetition
freehand drawn off center
everything where it belongs,
there is no abstract art
we all know that art is not truth
art is a lie that makes us realize truth
others have seen what is and asked why
I do not seek
I find
an imaginative, creative essence of something
Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot,
others transform a yellow spot into the sun
warm, cool, intense
and it’s always in your face.

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My human always comments that my face is like a Picasso face, so what’s a more appropriate subject for this found poem of some quotes by Pablo Picasso, mixed in with instructions she found on how to draw your own Picasso face.


Poetry 101 Day 6: Before we learn how to read words, we learn, intuitively, to read faces. In today’s poem, take a single face or a multitude of them as your point of departure. It doesn’t even have to be a real-life, flesh-and-blood face you’re writing about. A found poem is composed of words and letters you’ve collected — randomly or not — from other sources, whether printed, handwritten, or digital, and then (re)arranged into something meaningful. Today’s device: chiasmus. At its simplest, a chiasmus is essentially a reversal, an inverted crossing.Chiasmus is effective in poems because it’s a form of repetition — and by now we all now how crucial repetition is for poetry.

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Ode To A Sacred Temple Cat

temple catOf all the beautiful legends
so veiled in obscurity
Is that of the Birman cat
That well may be your ancestry.
Born from a history of strife
On the road to immortality
Your sacred story starts to unfold.
Tracing a twisted ladder of life
Along a map of inconclusivity
Until your trail runs cold.

Centuries ago in Northern Burma
Kittahs swore a life of piety
Ever rapt in contemplation
The sapphire gaze of a golden deity.
O reverent cats with earthly points
Body of white and eyes of yellow
A vessel of transmutation.
A kittah’s soul the goddess appoints
Til reborn by a rite of hallow
In Nirvana, a place of perfection.

By menace Lama Mun-Ha was stricken
In the Temple of Lao-Tsun
Guarding, his master Sinh embodied
To this end your miracle was begun.
The goddess Tsun-Kyan-Kse he faced
She turned his coat gold, mitts white, eyes blue
Seven days later Sinh died in grief.
O Wonder, all the cats came in haste
Their eyes, coats, and paws had changed too
And surrounded their next holy chief.

However did you get to France?
In nineteen twenty, two accounts were jotted
Of a pair shipped over the ocean
Their arduous journey was plotted.
The male Maldapour did not survive
But his mate Sita was with kitten
From there your family tree branches.
Into my life you did arrive
Right away I was smitten
Lucky victims of happenstances.

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Poetry 101 Day 5: Maps tell stories  – whether you choose to write about an actual map, an imaginary one, or just about a particular route that means something special to you. Form: Odes – a laudatory poem celebrating a person, an object, a place etc. any poem celebrating the good qualities of people, objects, places, animals, and personal traits. Rhyming pattern typically ABABCDECDE. Device: Metaphors – A metaphor brings together two terms that aren’t normally connected, yet make sense once they are (its greek roots mean “to carry over”). Unlike its less subtle cousin, the simile, metaphors don’t need connectors like “as” and “like” to link the two things together. They just smash them into each other and hope for the best.

Daily Prompt: A True Saint

There Once Was A Cat On A Boat

There once was a cat on a
       boat,

On top of the sea she did
      float,

Writing memoirs in her
      blog,

Until she hit a
      log

And that was all
      she wrote.

 

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Basically I just hit enter (kind of feels like cheating)…there was no way to rearrange the words to make it stay as 5 lines, so 10 it is.


Day 4 Poetry 101: Write a poem about the imperfect nature of someone or something in the form of a Limerick. Limericks are traditionally composed of five lines of verse. The traditional rhyming scheme of a limerick is a a b b a. It carries with it connotations of frivolity, light-hearted entertainment, and, well, lots of drinking. Today’s poetic device is all about the arrangement of words on the page, and how that arrangement affects the pace of our reading: enjambment: when a grammatical sentence stretches from one line of verse to the next.

A Hair Care Prose I Suppose

Caring for ones appearance requires an adherence to a good tongue licking. To Keep hair from sticking and in it’s place start with the face.  Apply a little spit onto your mitt, and buff in a circular motion. This liquid lotion will polish to a glossy shine and is a sign of a healthy feline. It will feel wet so don’t get upset, and continue to thoroughly clean. It’s called personal hygiene.

Groom front to back allowing no slack and employ long full strokes.  Daily washing evokes an oily secretion and it’s stimulation helps maintain healthy skin.  This habit must begin at an early age and will engage much of your time. To stay so sublime a trim of the claws on all four paws a routine ritual must include.  If in the mood it is understood an interconnection of affection such as this is much like a kiss. It’s called Kitty-Bliss.

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My skin is a little hairy, so that’s what it means to meow. We’re not happy with our iPhoto. Since putting the life-proof case on, it’s got this strange reflection showing up so we will be hunting for another photo…there always another photo…but to post this prose today, we we’ll use it anyway…..


Poetry 101 Day 3: Choose whatever meaning of “skin” speaks to you the most. The suggested form might sound like an oxymoron: the prose poem. Unlike some of the other forms a prose poem, by definition, has no fixed rules. Whether a reader sees the prose or the poetry in it hinges on a variety of factors beyond your control. In your poem, try creating some internal rhymes — a device that’s particularly well-suited for prose poetry.

 

Toy Birdies, Or Something Similer

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Tugging on feathers with teeth clenched tight as clamps
Opening seams with razor like claws
Yearning to rip out it’s pheromone soaked stuffing like a fevered addict

Batting it all about like it’s a paper ball
Into the air it’s tossed like a careless thought
Rolling and writhing like we’re in a wrestling match
Down to the floor it drops like a rock
Inside my mouth like a tender morsel, so soft and chewy
Eventually it will be more shredded than a bowl of wheat.
Soon I’ll be presented with a new one just like it.

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Poetry 101 Day 2: We’re to write something about a Gift, in an Acrostic form using Similes. Guess what I got? It’s one of my favourite things, and there’s something like a gift inside it too. Human mom had recently learned about acrostics and had already written one using my name, but she didn’t use similies and it’s not really about a gift, so we’ll save it for a later post.