Motion Monday: Swan, Dog, Duck, Goose!

This year Easter was early, and with it was my human mom’s birthday and our first cruise of the year. (Since she forgot my birthday we don’t really need to know about hers.) Destination Union Steamship Marina on Bowen Island is about a 2 hour journey for Minstrel from our marina in Port Moody. About halfway there we’d left the more sheltered and calmer waters of Burrard Inlet and became exposed to the Strait of Georgia when I suddenly didn’t feel so good.  My human was watching me for “the signs” and as soon as she saw them, in true mom style she whisked me up in a blanket and sat outside in the fresh air with me. After about an hour I felt so much better.

IMG_5016IMG_5030We were there for four weather perfect days. Although my human dad didn’t win the Crabmeister contest, he didn’t disappoint either with a decent catch of both crabs and prawns. He’s my Easter bunny hero. The boats on either side of us had dogs. Peaches was on our port side and Tank was on our starboard. Except for when the dogs left for walks, I mostly behaved and stayed on our boat and greeted all who walked by. My furiend Krypto the yellow (but white) lab was there and came over to say hi, and I also met a new furiend, a white husky whose name I can’t remember but was very interested in meeting me since apparently she’d never seen a cat before. She seemed nice and was a big hit with all the humans.

IMG_5049IMG_5019I spent much of my time on the anchor board, my favourite place at the bow of Minstrel, watching the shore or whatever flew or swam by in front of me. I saw several ducks swimming by who didn’t pay any attention to me,  but what did notice me was a big bird I had never seen before. My human call it a swan and his name is Oscar. He lives at the marina and is not shy around humans, probably because of all the treats they give him especially after they hear the sad story about his mate dying. He seems friendly enough but he does make me feel a little nervous.

Last but not least are those annoying geese. I was trying to take a nice little cat nap when a big ruckus started up outside. The honking of one goose I can handle, but when there’s four of them, I had to go out and let them know I wasn’t impressed. Geese can be very noisy especially during mating season. The worst part was the strange long drawn out ohms between honks. My human thought it was rather funny and took this video.

Our next cruise will be the long weekend in May and close to home. I hear there’s going to be a Gilligan’s Island costume theme with a 3 hour dinghy cruise scavenger hunt. In the meantime, I’m still hoping to get some more votes during the BC SPCA 2017 Calendar Contest, and there’s one more week left. A big thank you to those that donated and voted to support a very good cause including my friend and cat mom Ellen Pilch.

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Vote For Me – A Contest That Speaks For Animals

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It’s official, I am in a calendar photo contest. While checking out some of my Facebook furiends, I found that one of my furiends had entered a photo contest, and snap, it hit me, I could do the same! And you probably thought it was my human’s idea….meow meow.

It’s not your typical photo contest. It’s put on by the BCSPCA (The Society for the Prevention of Cruelty To Animals). We’ve been seeing a disturbing increase in the number of puppy mill seizures in the news lately and it’s just heartbreaking. It’s happening world wide too I’m afraid. I am very lucky to have such a wonderful home with caring humans, and I shudder at the thought of how close my life came to turning out very differently.

This is finally a way I can help the less fortunate: by helping the society that takes in the many sick and injured animals, straining their finances to care for the rescues in getting them ready for adoption and a new lease on life. My humans agreed it would be a wonderful thing to do and commended me on my selflessness.

Thirteen entries with the most votes win. I hope you too will join me in this pawsome cause by  voting for my contest entry with a small donation of your own to the society. I thank you in advance for your selflessness and generosity.

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Motion Monday: Not Your Average Rescue Kitty

Meowee furiends, it’s been a few months since my last post. I had my 3rd birthday a couple of months ago in February and my humans forgot. To those who left a few good suggestions on my Facebook page about what I should do (to my humans) about that, I thank you, they helped me feel better.

Just before I show you a video of my new furiend Nacho, let me first say that he is one lucky little kitty. Not only was he rescued from under a truck in Mexico half dead, but his humans, who happen to be friends with my humans, will be bringing him back to their home here on the BC west coast where he will become a boat cat like me. And I just found out he’ll be flying in next week! I can hardly wait to show him the ropes…wait, I mean lines.

It’s not easy for street cats to survive, anywhere, even harder for kittens, and by the sounds of it, Nacho probably wouldn’t have survived if not for the quick action and kind heart of a compassionate human who made the effort to prevent that from happening. Apparently it was touch and go. But as you will see, look just how well Nacho recovered. He’s a fighter.

Bringing pets from one country to another is not simple either. Once I find out the story of Nacho’s journey from Mexico to Canada, including vet certificates, airline requirements and other paperwork, I will report back.

I really hope we’ll get along when we finally get to meet. He’s already good buds with his furiend Toby the Chihuahua as you will see in this video. I’m sure they will miss each other but don’t be sad because Nacho will be going back to Mexico for the winter and they will be together again. So without further ado, I present Nacho…

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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.

The Show Must Go On

I recently watched the Acro-Cats on “The Late Show with Stephen Colbert”. Who are the Acro-Cats you may be asking? They are a troop of specially trained trick cats that are far more talented than meow is. They’ve taken obstacle and agility course stunts to a much grander level, and even have their own music band called the Rock Cats. Not bad for a bunch of rescue kitties.

Here’s the show under review:

If anyone saw them like that for the first time, I guess I can’t blame those who couldn’t hold back their catty hairballs of sarcastic humour.  I have to catfess though, I thought the comments could have been much worse than they were, and was glad they weren’t. If their trainer Samantha Martin had been able to preface the performance by saying that sometimes things don’t go as planned, it might have gone a long way to elicit a little more understanding. Being a trick cat myself, I can totally empathize with the level of distraction those kitties must have experienced being on a show like that: the noise, the lights, the size of the venue. I probably wouldn’t have left the safety of my carrier either no matter what tasty treat they waved in front of me.

So what do you do when the stars of the show won’t purrform? The show must go on, and if you have to, fake some of it like it’s part of the show. I was very impressed with the way the humans just kept smiling and moving on to the next stunt with their arm raised ‘Ta Das” even when any of the cats couldn’t overcome it’s stage fright to perform it’s trick. Stephen Colbert, to the audience’s delight, joined the act and pretended he was a cat doing the “roll the ball along the balance beam” trick. Of course for those cats that did perform their tricks, the audience was very supportive and, judging by the laughter, all in all it was still very a entertaining act, even though it seemed like it was a bit of a fail. But on the other hand judging by the comments, some of audience members weren’t really sure if that was the way the act was supposed to be or not, so then it was actually rather genius when you think about it. The music really had a lot to do with that as some of the notes in light genre refrains seemed to play with the scene.

To be fair, I think their real abilities deserve equal air time so you can see they’re not fake. Take a couple of minutes and check out this video from Youtube.com. We think they, and what they are doing for shelter kitties everywhere, is very special and I wholeheartedly recommend their show to everyone.

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Writing 101 Day 12: Critique a piece of work; express your opinion on a topic or a piece of work. This is your opportunity to comment on something you’re passionate about, or review a piece of art or entertainment that you love or despise. You can approach this assignment in your own style and preferred format. Here are some ideas: Review something you’ve recently read, watched, or experienced: a book, movie, TV show, art exhibit, festival, or something else.

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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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.

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