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Positive Thoughts Help A Struggling Plant

Shoko get away from the prayer plant.  Mom doesn’t want teeth marks in her new plant.  Just examining it for bugs.  Some of these bugs can be pretty small and annoying.  Like yourself, perhaps?  That’s not funny Kali…..I’m being helpful.  That’s true Shoko and I’m sorry for my lack of grace.  I must’ve been in your company too long.

SHOKO…..BLACK
KALI…..ORANGE                                            

You know Kali, this Prayer Plant needs to be repotted….like now!  It’s very root bound.  How can I get mom’s attention so she’ll repot this Prayer plant.

Is this close enough to the edge of the counter, Kali? I think that did it Shoko, she’s getting the dirt and a new pot.

Mom found a baby plant in the Prayer plant and divided it from the big Prayer plant.  Now they each have a new home.                                                    

Mondays are McGuffy’s Reader‘s day for spreading some positive thoughts into our environment.                                                   

Our positive thought involves the Prayer plant.

My positive attitude that the prayer plant needed repotting led to mom seeing that the prayer plant did indeed need repotting and her finding a baby plant as a positive outcome.

Talk with a stranger as you walk down the street.  You may be the first to speak to him all day.

 

Black Cats Unite, Black Is Beautiful!

                                                                      aakstalkfHave you heard about this book on black cats Kali?  It’s edited by Layla Morgan Wilde of Cat Wisdom 101 The title of the book is Black Cats: True Tales by 22 Amazing Cats.  Layla  has 30 days to raise $15,000.  The campaign ends on July 14th. So there are just a few days left to achieve their goal.  If, you can help the cause please donate.  If you can’t afford to help, then pop over to Cat Wisdom 101 and offer Layla your support by leaving her a comment.  What a good-hearted gal she is.black cats

Have you known any black cats, Kali.  I mean like good friends with a black cat.  I sure have Shoks.  In the old house just after I moved in with mom and dad I wandered across our street and met our neighbour.  His name was Gauge and he was as black as your face Shoko.  We struck up a friendship and I would lie with him under the apple tree on his front lawn.  One day as we were playing around, I laid on my tummy.  I had a fair bit of kitten flab left on my bod and was what one may call, “Chunky.”  I would be horrified if one called me *chunky* to my face.  Anyway as I lay on the lawn Gauge danced around me and rolled me across the lawn.  There was a slight incline on the lawn and pointed in the right direction, I would roll down.  Each day was good for a roll from Gauge till we both grew up and I was a little heavy for him to roll.  Still we would sit on my front porch or under his apple tree.                                                  akitkalHe sounds like a cool dude, Kali.  Is he still living there?   Mom and dad went to visit Gauge’s dad in the hospital a few weeks ago.   Gauge’s dad was losing his battle with cancer.  Gauge’s dad passed two weeks ago.  Mom and dad were upset and wondered what would happen with Gauge.  It turned out that Gauge was provided for in his dad’s will.  Gauge and his dad’s best friend had a special relationship and Gauge has gone to live with him on a farm just outside Prince George.  *sniff*, *sniff*, *wipes a tear from her eye*.  Geez Kali, that is so sad.  Part of it is sad but can you imagine the love that Gauge’s dad had for Gauge, to actually have a legal will drawn up to include Gauge!

Now, that’s true love, Kali.   If everyone could see black cats in the same light as we do, there would be no problem.  Layla’s book on black cats will certainly help their plight.                                                                                  Kali and Shoks

Barkerville

Finally Barkerville stood on the horizon.  We all leaped out of the car after a long drive drive.  It took two and a half hours to get here.  We all headed for the bathroom.  Much better.  So let’s see some sights.  My word, its cold as charity up here in the mountains.  Let’s go Meiko, Pete, Timmy and Buddy Budd….let’s run and warm up.

Our first stop was the church on the edge of the town.

                                                         Einstein and Flat Shoko sat on the piano and imagined the gold miners and their wives coming to church so many years ago.

Two horses pull the carriage through the main street.  Notice the wet roads.  They’re about to get much wetter.  It just started hailing when we arrived.

Timmy and Buddy Budd just had to run onto the carriage.  They said it kinda smelled funny.

It started hailing again and we ran for cover.                                                          Mom and dad decided it was lunch time so Einstein and I followed mom and dad inside the restaurant.  Meiko, Pete, Buddy Budd and Timmy went looking for Bashful and Chip because we hadn’t seen them for quite some time now.                                                          I loved the Jasmine Tea mom shared with me.  It warmed me up inside.

Einstein had some of dad’s Chinese food but he said it was horrible.  He liked more meat…..this stuff was all noodley.

The hail stopped while we ate so we braved the elements again.  The guys had found Bashful and Chip looking calm as can be beside the towns communal water spout.

DSCN4056Do you notice that Bashful is standing on the top of his stone.  What happened to make him do a stone stand?  Nobody was saying much of anything.

This is a family home in the 1800’s.

                                                                                  The miners that lived by the creek would check into a boarding house when they needed a real good night’s sleep and a bath.  Only $10 a night.

The saloons did an awesome business with all the money and nowhere but Barkerville to spend it.

Hurdy Gurdy Girls

Although the Barkerville saloons already had women entertainers, much excitement was caused in the summer of l865 when there arrived from San Francisco an organized group of dancing partners, complete with musicians.

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Hurdy Gurdy Girls

The girls danced with the miners for a dollar a dance to the rhythms made by two fiddlers who reportedly sang loud so the music could be heard above the noise of the stomping feet.

Starved of women’s company and faced with the troupe’s determination to deal in nothing but dance steps, the men developed a style of dancing that both surprised and exhausted their partners.

The main point of this step, as described by those who were there, was for the man to lift his partner repeatedly as high as he could off the floor, at the same time swinging her feet aloft.

Here we are in the Hotel that featured the Hurdy Gurdy Girls daily.

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Bashful and Chip grabbed a comfortable spot on the shelf to watch the action.

It was hailing again so we all thought it was time to leave.  The Barkerville peeps were inside and away from the cold, hail and mud.

We all piled in the car and dad put the heat on.  We all said. “Awwww” in unison and started out of Barkerville.  I told mom that we hadn’t seen the gold fields or panned for gold.  Mom said it was too miserable and nobody would help us anyway.  The flats would just have to take our word for it.

As we left Barkervile we passed beside Williams Creek….the river that started the gold fever.                                                                         Bye Cariboo…heellllo Prince George area.

We must be getting close….the old mooses sign is back out again.

Here we are.  It didn’t seem to take as long getting home.

We hope you enjoyed coming on our tour of Barkerville.  The weather could have been better but we flats and rocks had a great time.

Mom, Meiko and my furs are stinking up…MOL….sorry I meant our furs are sticking up…right Meiko?  There are bent ears all around too.  Ok, we’ll get them fixed with this special stuff dad gave us Shoko.  There we go every cat looks just about as good as new.  We are tired mom so we’ll call it a nite.  Nite all my flats and rocks.  Anybody need a story to fall asleep?  Not tonight mom…I’m asleep on my paws.