It’s November the 4th. and Mimi asked us…”How do I find peace in overwhelming times?” PEACE…a word that instills a relaxed attitude, a sigh of relief and a happy smile throughout the world. Why is this so hard to achieve, then?
Wherever there are people there will be man’s idea of what is right and thusly peaceful. People need to worship, vote and be happy with their own ideas, not to force these ideas on others….we are all different and as such follow what we feel is right…..this is as it should be without shoving our views on someone else and creating turmoil. Whether someone is Communist, Socialist, Democratic or content in a dictatorship…..this is the person’s choice, not ours. Until we let people be, instead of wiping them out because their views are different, we will not gain peace. If, we accept people with their flaws….we ultimately win.
You know whose coming for a visit Shoko? Who, Mrs. Claus is running away from home? It’s Sammy of One Spoiled Cat. He is flying around the world and will be stopping here for a visit. When? He’s here Shoko.Sammy!! You look refreshed. The cold air rushing by your ears must sound like an ocean but feeling it on your furry face would be awesome. Sammy welcome to our house, have some dried nip from the garden. Mom mixed it with silvervine. It’s a trip without a balloon, MOL Your operating the Hot Air Balloon so need all your faculties about you. OK….just let me get a sniff and we’ll look about Prince George.
Look….Even Cow Kitty came to see you off, You are an icon around here Sammy. We talk of you often and always yell, “SAMMY” before we eat any bacon we get. Bye Shoko and Sammy, have a great time. Quit yakking at Sammy and let them take off, Cow Kitty.
Up, up and away we go. There’s a moose for you. It’s a female that probably lives among the trees going up to UNBC. UNBC is the University of Northern British Columbia. maybe we’ll fly over it. This is the Fraser River, where mom would walk Kali when they lived in the other house. They walked along the beach beside the river. Mom saw 2 beavers swimming about a foot and a half from Kali. Kali was busy getting a drink and didn’t notice them. A typical Kali move. This park is Ft. George Park.
I know it’s really cold tonight Sammy. The weatherman said -30C. A wee bit nippy ole pal. This is UNBC, Sammy. Our pride and joy. Do you see the yellow trees. These are pines that were killed when the north was inundated with Pine Beetles a few years back. What a loss.
See down there and to your left is downtown Prince George. I was born on the streets of Prince George. I think that’s why loud peeps don’t turn my crank now. You can see in the background the pulp mills. Prince George was known for its pulp mills at one time. The mills had many workers and was the major industry here. The town stunk of sulphur which is used in the process. It was a horrible smell mom said but the townsfolk said it was the, *smell of money.* Isn’t this a beautiful mountain and just on the outskirts of town.
Oh look Sammy it’s the Northern Lights. When we get away from the downtown area we get to see them but only when the sky is clear. Sammy, you’re looking rather cold. Let’s go back home and you can get warmed up before you are off to the next town to visit. We love ya Sammy and Kali wants to kiss you for just being you. I’m not the mushy sort like Kali but you mean the world to me Sammy. I am delighted you came to visit our frozen neck of the woods.
Have a safe trip to your next destination Sammy. Bye!
Normally this is a happy blog and a place of sanctuary from the battering of life but last night Easy left us for the Rainbow Bridge. We adored Easy and he was a good friend to us girls, often offering us DIY info. When you get down to it, Easy was a friend to all in Blogville. He loved everyone. Thanks Sammy of,One Spoiled Cat. You have managed to put together a beautiful tribute picture for us to remember him by.
We loved Easy and will always adore his memory. At this sad time, a picture keeps popping up in mom’s mind and it warms her heart. We wish to share it with you and it is meant in love and respect. Every time mom looks at this picture of Easy arriving at Shoko’s 7th Gotcha Day Party from France, she gets a smile on her face. We hope it brings a smile to your face also.
Watch over all your friends in Blogville, Easy. We love ya! We will always be your Catada Cats.
Shoko, come on over here. Leave the digging for now.
Coming Kali…this must be important, Kali never calls me to come and sit with her. Ok I’m here, what’s the big deal.
Nellie from Nellie on the Edge and her mom, Barb, painted a picture of me and I got it today. It was even addressed to me. Aren’t I beautiful?
Nellie’s mom has captured the shape and sea blue of my eyes perfectly. You’re right it looks just like you, Kali. I must admit Nellie’s mom did an excellent job of capturing a Kali ghosty. I could sit and look at me for hours. Geesh Kali! Do you know how vain that sounds? I’m not vain but I also never lie and I look gorgeous. Did it ever occur to you that I could easily be described as a voluptuous, platinum blond with flame coloured highlights.! Humpf. Holy Catastrophe Kali. If it makes you feel better, you’re the best looking ghosty I’ve ever seen. Now, I’m getting back to the garden.
Come with me my friends. Let’s spend some quality time with my picture.Mom is going to frame my picture so everyone can enjoy me. Thank you so much Barb… we love my painting.
Have a fun day and enjoy the warm summer days as they won’t last.
What a beautiful Sunday it is for us felines. Sun galore.
Sundays mean, selfie time. This is a picture of me ordering more nip for my atini. Mom isn’t exactly hopping to attention when I order, but the nip has mellowed me and I dinny care. A quick stomp of my paw on the remote and voila….ME.
A beautiful Sunday, Just the type of day one wants to get down and roll in the dirt. Of course, a few sniffs and licks of Nip Supreme growing in the backyard doesn’t hurt to lessen my inhibitions. This should be called Earth Day cause I can become one with the Earth and howl a little song to its beauty. ♫ MEW MEW MMM OW MOOOOOW MEW ♫ Thank You my friends…you give high praise indeed. No, I just sung how I felt, I didn’t take any writing lessons. MOL
The Cat on my Head is hosting the Sunday Selfies so just click on their name and see some anipals in Blogville.
This is my entry this Sunday. As you can see I was trying to become one with the dirt. Can you see me clear enough? Do you know that mom had the gall to give me a bath after this picture was taken? I lost all my fun and colourful furs.
We posted this experience early last year. It’s true and a good read for a happy day. Have fun my friends.
There have been many comical moments in my mom’s life. Many of them are not nice to talk about and she’s the only one that thought they were funny anyway….or so I’ve been told. This incident happened many moons ago…in the 80’s. Dad was working out-of-town and would come home every 4 or 5 days to visit with mom. Usually he was just home for the night until his turnaround came. His turnaround was like 5 days at home and then back to work. That was construction in the boonies. There wasn’t the access to cell phones like now. Mobile phones were huge and cost a small fortune. So dad rarely called mom and when he did the conversation was very unsatisfactory. For example: “I love you” became…”I live less.” It was always nice to hear his voice though. This one year dad had come home and explained to mom that he had to work through Easter and wouldn’t be home for days afterward so mom decided to boil up some eggs, decorate them and put them all through his flat deck one ton truck. She made the designs with the paint and brushes, got the stencils for the hard ones. They were beautiful…according to mom.
That’s more like the type of designs on the eggs!!
Mom decided to hide the eggs in dad’s truck, on his seat, under the seat covers, on the visors, in the glove compartment, one on the floor by the gas peddle…you get the idea. Well, dad left real early the next day before mom was up and motored back to work. That evening mom got a phone call from dad and he was fuming mad. She was delighted to hear from him…until he told her why he was calling. Apparently she hadn’t cooked the eggs long enough before putting the designs on them and disbursing them throughout the truck. He had jumped in the truck and broke the first egg…no sweat, he thought, I’ll just change my jeans. That done he got back in the truck and headed up the mountain dirt road toward the camp. He quickly applied the gas and broke another egg. The sun was shining in his eyes and so he pulled the visor down and a partially cooked, painted egg fell and cracked on his lap. What did mom do when he told her?? She laughed her fool head off. What can I say…that’s my mom.