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 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 was those days a 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 stares blank without me,
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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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.
Retracing a twisted ladder of life
along a map of inconclusion
until your trail runs cold.

Centuries ago in Northern Burma
Kittahs swore a life of piety,
ever rapt in contemplation
under 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 a nirvana of pure perfection.

By menace Lama Mun-Ha was stricken
in the Temple of Lao-Tsun,
Sinh his cat guard he did embody
twas how your miracle had begun.
The goddess Tsun-Kyan-Kse Sihn faced,
his coat she turned gold, mitts white, eyes blue,
seven mornings before he died of grief.
O Wonder, all the cats they came in haste
their eyes, coats, and paws all 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
as their arduous journey was plotted.
The male Maldapour did not survive
but Sita his mate was with kitten,
and from there your family tree branches.
Into my life you did arrive,
and right away I was smitten,
just 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

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,
polished to a glossy shine,
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,
maintains 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.

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?:

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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:

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? 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.

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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