Meow On A Sailboat

Look at meow! I’m on a sailboat! No we didn’t buy a new boat. I just borrowed this one for an impromptu photo opp. Whenever we’re at the marina to clean Minstrel or to socialize with their friends, my humans  let me outside somewhat by myself. So what did they expect I’d do? Sit around on the deck of our boat and be content to just look at my surroundings? Ha, silly humans. So when I spied this little sailboat with the green canvas I thought to myself, “how fun would it be to send my good buddy, Bailey Boat Cat, a photo of me on a boat like his!” …and here I am.

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When my absence was finally realized, which didn’t take long, over she strode all mother-hen like to shush me back to our boat. But when our eyes met and she realized where I was, in that instance I knew she thought the exact same thing I had. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out the camera and the photo session began. Of course I went with it. My plan was working.

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And there you have it. I came, I saw, I conquered….and I was ready to get off. I hope you like my photos Bailey. Now, what ploy can I come up with to get on that boat over there….

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Writing 101 Day 14: Write a post that takes place during one single day. Recreating a single day doesn’t automatically mean describing every detail. This assignment is very much about editing — and focusing on the right details. Zoom in even further, limiting yourself to just one hour of your chosen day.

Oh Those Sneaky Geese

“Ahoy?” During my deck patrol I heard a suspicious sound and went to investigate. There was definitely something swimming around in the water at the back of the boat.

No answer, but there it was again!

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Maneuvering closer I repeated: “Ahoy?!”

Still no answer. My curiosity got the better of me and I just had to look….

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Oh it’s just those marina geese sneaking by on their sunset tour. Maybe they think I’m one of them and want me to join them, or maybe they’re trying to taunt me into chasing them. Either way, I’m not getting in that water!

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Writing 101 Day 13: Play with word count. For those who’d like to aim for a specific word count, take a look at some 100-word stories at 100 Word Story, or Reader’s Digest list of winning 100-Word True Stories, then take a stab at your own.

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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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

News Flash: Curiosity Didn’t Kill The Cat…Satisfied?

IMG_3192Ok, so being a cat, wouldn’t it be fair to say I’m naturally curious about things? Isn’t it in stereotypical fashion that I would venture off to investigate other blogs to see what’s happening elsewhere?  Shouldn’t I be able to hop from blog to blog without getting shooed back to the proverbial boat, so to speak? I mean who wouldn’t wonder why the door at the end of the hall was several inches off the floor? Just because someone else asked that question, is it wrong to comment that you were wondering the same thing?:

I was going to ask the same….mol =^,,^=

So why out of the blue would a visitor there feel the need to reply to my comment with:

Okay, Pawcific–I guess you’ve heard that curiosity killed the cat? Better leave the questions to the humans.

? Is it just me, or was I just shooed away? Wasn’t the only logical thing for meow to reply back with:

Yes, and you must have also heard that satisfaction brought it back =^,.^=

? But then, how should I have taken the reply that followed?:

Yes, but that part never made much sense to me. Could you explain how satisfaction could resuscitate the deceased? Sorry kitty, not that I don’t want you to have 9 lives. Just doesn’t seem logical!

Was this bird mocking me? She did realize she was asking a cat didn’t she? However, it wouldn’t have been fair to the blogger whose comment section would have been hijacked in trying to explain it there now would it? Instead, taking advantage of expanding on a comment here on my blog is the “cat’s meow” don’t you think?  This cautionary expression sounds more like the moral of some fable or folktale, but has any such origin for it been lost? Did it really start out from Shakespeare’s time as “Care (meaning sorrow or worry) killed the cat?” Does cat actually mean cat or is it some anthropomorphism that refers to the curious nature of humans?  Has anything ever killed a mood, or a desire in you? In the play “Much Ado About Nothing” might the satisfaction adjoiner be a translation from the latter half of “What, courage man! what though care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care.”? Metaphors are so tricky don’t you agree?

Why wouldn’t someone twist it around to the popular saying it is now to suit their needs? It is telling someone it’s best to mind their own business? Can being curious get you into trouble? Is it something that you say in order to warn someone not to ask too many questions about something? If not questioning the boundaries of the known, how will you humans ever know if there is limit to knowledge?  When reviving the unconscious or near dead, resuscitate is the appropriate term for that, correct? Therefore resurrect is more appropriately used in the case of the deceased, right? Isn’t the question then can I explain how satisfaction could resurrect the dead? Now, could it be a biblical parable? Wasn’t it when the human’s God was satisfied with his son’s redemptive death that he resurrected him? I’m no religious scholar but doesn’t that seem a logical connection?

I didn’t ask too many tough questions did I? It probably was annoying wasn’t it? We cats are like that sometimes aren’t we? But isn’t looking so adorable one of our most redeeming qualities? Was it worth the risk? Well, aren’t you glad to see that me and my nine lives weren’t killed in the process? Do you have any further thoughts or questions you’d like to add in the comments about this proverb? If it’s more than a few sentences long, maybe you’d care to expand on that in your own blog?

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Writing 101 Day 8: Do you ever peek at the comments you’ve left on other blogs? You might find ideas for future posts. Perhaps you left a response on a writer’s post but could have said even more, or wrote the beginnings of a larger discussion.

Messing About In A Boat

There is nothing – absolutely nothing – half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats.

— Kenneth Grahame, Writer – The Wind In The Willows

IMG_2438And that’s exactly what I do. I mess about in a boat along with my humans and their boat friends. We call our group gatherings a “raftup” but another term “messabout” was used for an event in 1990 for the beginning of the Southern California Small Boat Messabout Society, SCSBMS. In the UK, “banter” is used especially in the canals. It doesn’t really matter what it’s called, it’s all the same… the emphasis will be more on talk and camaraderie than actually doing anything constructive.

These are a couple of photos from our Memorial Day long weekend cruise back in May of this year. Seventeen boats rafted together. We called it the Backyard Bash Cruise because this time the location was not far from our marina in local waters. Normally the group cruises across the Georgia Strait to Gabriola Island in the Gulf Islands but human dad felt that was too far to go for just a weekend, even if it was a long one. So we never went.

IMG_2430Our cruise master organized a pirate dinghy poker run and the silly humans frivolously dressed themselves and their dinghies in pirate fashion.  Not me though. Human mom forgot to bring my pirate hats. She had bought 2 of them last year from a Halloween clearance bin because she couldn’t decide which one she liked better. Guess what I’ll be this Halloween. To play, the humans were given some clues to find the location of 5 “stations” on the water where they would get a random playing card to create a poker hand. The winners won a share of the booty (ante). My humans didn’t win, but seemed to have a lot of fun in the process.

Our official cruise schedule for the year is over now. Minstrel is still waiting for one of her sick cats (engines) to recover before we can go boating again anyways. In a couple of weeks we will be taking the students from the boating course out on a day cruise. The students get to put theory into practice and actually plot the course, with paper and pen using paper charts, and take us from the marina to a nearby bay. If all goes well we will arrive in time for lunch and an afternoon to just mess about nothing.

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Writing 101 Day 7: Today, use a quote or passage from something you’ve read to introduce your post. You’ll see a similar technique at the beginning of a book or chapter in the form of an epigraph.

True Catfessions: Where I Write

whereIwriteComing to you live, from the entertainment capital of my house, is today’s post!  Yes, shockingly (or not) most of my writing is done in the TV room. During the day when the humans are at work, it’s actually a very peaceful den. Let me take you on a quick tour, and then please fill out a short poll at the end.

Dark red walls (darker than in this photo), were inspired by the colors of Vancouver Canucks hockey team, and compliments the light brown wall-to-wall carpet,  butter yellow couches, and the mottle of a reddish-brown brick fireplace. A mix of nautical and sports themed pictures and keepsakes adorn the walls, mantle, and matching black coffee and side tables. Those wide-slatted wooden horizontal blinds, covering the large ground level front window, diffuses the bright light by day and adds privacy by night. The extra-wide window ledge, overlooking a small garden bed, is purrfect for full-body lounging when I need to take a break. From there I can watch any street activities, or furiends looking for a drink from the garden’s stone-edged water feature.

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