Having happies and sads.

These past few weeks have seen birth and death visit my furry life. Several weeks ago, my Daddy found a tiny kitten in our bushes. Meowmie took charge immediately and she and Grandmeowmie got the little one to the shelter so it would have a chance. Then last night mew read that a wonderful animal refuge spokes kitty Vincent died after just reaching his 14th purrday. I know that he will be to look down on all his family and friends at Rikki's Refuge and keep the good purrs alive that make it possible to exist. But it will be hard to not get on FB and see him there everyday. To not say good morning to him. It makes fur one soggy Daisy

Mice and Mayhem - a short story

Tracy and Bruce were two little mice. They slept in a shoe to keep them warm from the ice. They rode in a truck, that
traveled the road between Maine and Mass, carrying it's load. Enjoy it they did but the driver did not. he didn't like the mayhem those little mice brought. They pooped in his shoes and wires they chewed and lord knows what they did to his food. The sights they saw from this and from that, always on the look out from terrible cats. That cat that they feared most. was white and was black. She invited them to lunch, but they'd have none of that. Because as they said dining with cats can be dangerous you see. dining with cats is just not for me. The cat she was clever and knew what to do. she staked out the truck, particularly the shoe. The driver did wonder, how all this would end. The driver returned to his truck and did find, the two little mice had met the end of the line. Dead or alive, they would haunt him no more, he'd find no more mice on his rig's floor. His shoes would clean and his food or so safe. Until some of their realtives came to take their place. That was the story of Tracy and Bruce. Two little mice who cut a little to loose. If there's a heaven for mice I am sure, they won't be in it, for the mayhem endured.

©Blue Coyote and Prince Van Ray 12-18-11

A nice surprise

Normally when Meowmie get her hair washed, the hair dresser and she relate the latest pet stories. Neither of them could think of any until the hair dresser said something about one of her Bantam hens. The bird is black and white with feathery pantaloons. Name:Daisy. So my pantalooned Tuxie catself has an unintentional namesake.

How to make a Chicken Soup Journal

I thought this was a good thing to share with all our humans.

How to make a Chicken Soup Journal.

1.write down moments that touch you.

2. if you even have stick figure ability, add a picture. If you don't have even that, cut something out of a magazine.

3. Go back and look at your entries when you need a pick me up.

4. Share this idea with others. Especially children. Encourage them to start seeing the joys around them.

How to make a Chicken Soup Journal

I thought this was a good thing to share with all our humans.

How to make a Chicken Soup Journal.

1.write down moments that touch you.

2. if you even have stick figure ability, add a picture. If you don't have even that, cut something out of a magazine.

3. Go back and look at your entries when you need a pick me up.

4. Share this idea with others. Especially children. Encourage them to start seeing the joys around them.

How to make a Chicken Soup Journal

I thought this was a good thing to share with all our humans.

How to make a Chicken Soup Journal.

1.write down moments that touch you.

2. if you even have stick figure ability, add a picture. If you don't have even that, cut something out of a magazine.

3. Go back and look at your entries when you need a pick me up.

4. Share this idea with others. Especially children. Encourage them to start seeing the joys around them.

Where is Skeezix?

We just found out that Skeezix's picture and name are gone from The Cat's Meow. We love to go there and read the stories. But part of what make's it special is his presence. It makes every story feel like mewr reading it out of a local newspaper. The kitten with the megaphone is cute and all, but we would rather have our furrend's face. It's just how we feel.

The Winged Cat Of Walden

Once there was a man who lived within the wood
But he is not what concerns me
It is something that he said
About a cat that he observed
With wings upon it's back
Twas a farmer's pet
Science proved as it will
These wings were only fluff
Grown thick and matted firm
To look like feather strong
To me they ought to give one thought
Not of how they came or how they went
For the cat indeed did shed them
Like the feathers molt from a bird
The thought that comes to my mind
Is that God is in all nature
And we will find him if we look
For each and every oridnary
And each and every unique
Is a gift if we wish to seek.
©Daisy Mae Sunday Times 3-15-11

My new purrem - The Vacuum Cleaner

The other night a visior
unwelcome as can be
did dare to make its prescene known
to the great hunter that is me
in my box I sat and watched
as it charmed my daddy so
he totally gave in and let it take control
twas a rather small one, bigger have I seen
of this unwanted beast that roars like a machine
but when it roars, I do fear
I fluff and tremble and jump
I rush from the room at top speed
never minding the speed bumps
this time I tried with all my might
to remain as brave as I should be
until that is, that it came near the box that I was in
into the air I bounded, splayed legged and all fluffed
and with the speed of NASCAR proceeded from the room
my Daddy I did not completely blame
for the beast had worked it's charm
but if he lets it scare me again
Meowmie will make him see stars.
(C)Daisy Mae Sunday Times 3-6-11

Today I saw a wondrous sight

Today I saw a wondrous sight
Something I had never seen
Not in my home of golds and greens
I saw snow, that winter delight
Icy and white and oh so cold
It was there but for a moment
Then like dreams it did fade
But not before it touched my heart
In the most amazing way
As it melted, I felt new life
A little spark, oh so bright
It may be a sight I never see again
But forever in my heart I will hold it in
When the winter wind will blow
and the cold and rain shall come
I will reach for that bright spark
Of new life to come

Daisy Mae Sunday Times (c) 2-26-11