Hello everyone. Her Royal Highness the Cat here once again. Before my human, Debra She Who Seeks, selfishly disappeared and stuck me with this stupid guest blogger gig, she told me I absolutely MUST post something on today's date. She mumbled blah blah blah number nine or similarly unintelligible gibberish to that effect. But frankly, who was listening? Not me.
So now I'm trying to remember what number nine refers to. Hmmm . . . .
The Nine Circles of Hell?
That's certainly what this thankless and unpaid guest blogger job has been like for moi.
A Cat's Nine Lives?
Unfortunately, all nine of mine are used up or I could escape this indentured blog servitude via the Happy Despatch.
The Nine Rings of Power?
I wish I had just ONE preciousssssring so I could disappear too.
*heavy martyred sigh*
How tiresome this all is. Okay, okay, just let me rack mybrain a little more . . . .
Ohhhh, now I remember!
Ninth Blogoversary!
Yeah, that's right. Today this blog is nine years old.
Big whoop-dee-doo, right? It's so strange what humans get all worked up about.
Weirdos.
Hello everyone. Her Royal Highness the Cat here once again from the Afterlife, filling in as Guest Blogger for my lazy human Debra She Who Seeks who has irresponsibly buggered off for a couple of months.
While I have your momentary attention, I feel obliged to impart some feline wisdom to you. Please take each and every one of these inspirational quotations to heart and perhaps you too can approach the spiritual heights on which we cats reside.
Hahahahahahaha,just kidding. You'll never attain that kind of enlightenment, being mere humans instead of cats. Nevertheless, for Bast's sake, justtry to learn what you can from them with your substandard brains and inferior comprehension.
Hello, everyone -- Her Royal Highness the Cat here.
Because I was pressed into service against my will as a guest blogger on this crappy blog, I was forced to leave my comfy existence in the happy Afterlife and come back to your miserable world again.
And you know what? The friggin' police have looooooooong memories. Yes, those bastards were here to greet me as soon as I crossed The Veil.
Our reunion did not go well.
So, okay, perhaps a wild 'n crazy police chase did kind of ensue.
The SWAT Team caught up with me later, though, at my human's place.
They were very unreasonable about the whole situation.
And my rights were denied!As usual!
Plus I was railroaded in court by false and malicioustestimony!
But don't worry, no jail cell can hold me for long!
I'll be back to do some more blogging soon, you lucky people!
Hi everyone -- just to let you know, I'm taking a BLOGGING BREAK in August and September. Got places to go, people to see, things to do -- including a road trip to see my sister in Saskatchewan and my Mom in Manitoba.
But I've lined up a GUEST BLOGGER who promises to write two or three posts while I'm away. WHO could it be?
YES, THAT'S RIGHT! My dearly departed cat, Her Royal Highness, will be coming back again from The Great Beyond to pound out a few of her thoughts on the ol' laptop.
As long-time readers know, however, she's NOT the most reliable cat in the world, so we'll see if she ACTUALLY carries through on her promise.
In any event, I'll see you all again in October! CHEERIO and PIP PIP!
There are few things in life that I enjoy more than bad puns. Or as fellow aficionado Guillaume of Vraie Fiction calls them in French, les calembours atroces. In ANY language, bad puns are just plain groan-worthy good fun!
Let's start off this post with a few light puns and then move progressively to more and more atrocious ones, shall we?
And now -- drumroll please -- la pièce de résistance:
I've been in my apartment now for three years and it's only this summer that I've finally gotten around to making the balcony comfortable and usable. Better late than never, I guess!
But now I have put beautiful fake green grass on it, along with two fake (as in plastic, not wood) adirondack chairs and a matching table --
Plus a heavy iron-and-ceramic-tile stand to hold down that end of the fake green grass. It also acts as a plant stand for the two fake plants that I brought home from my office for just this purpose --
Down at the other end of the balcony, you can see my lovely little arrangement of two fake cedars and another container of fake greenery. The door leads to a storage room to keep all this crap in during the wintertime.
While this fake greenery does help to hold down that end of the fake green grass, what's REALLY holding it down is the fake cement rabbit which, let me tell you, weighs a goddamn TON --
I'm sure you've detected by now the CENTRAL organizing principle of my balcony decor -- yes, everything must be FAKE. No watering, no tending, no fuss, no muss. AIN'T NOBODY got time for that!
The only thing on my balcony that is NOT fake are the sonovabitchin PIGEONS which like to land on it and use it as their personal toilet. So, to keep them away, I have tied "holographic scare tape" to the railings from Lee Valley Tools. The tape's constant fluttering in the wind and its ever-changing rainbow reflections in the sun work PERFECTLY to keep pigeons away. Those mofos fly right past now and instead land upstairs on the balcony above mine!
So now on hot days, I can sit outside with a nice cold beverage and catch some breeze. All while casting my gaze over the lovely view of other buildings' ROOFTOPS and PARKADES, lol! Oh well, can't have everything. The Million Dollar View will just have to wait until I win the LOTTERY!
A couple of weeks ago, Toni at Wandering and Wondering nominated me for the Mystery Blogger Award and I want to thank her very much for the honour! And may I just say that, if you're not a regular reader of Toni's blog yet, well, you should be! There's no mystery about that!
This award comes with a list of rules as long as your arm, but I already told Toni that I'm going to break them all! Yes, that's me, the little rebel. I'm cutting right to the chase -- answering the specific questions posed by Toni.
1. What author would you want to write your biography?
I would exhume, resuscitate and dust off the late John Mortimer, the English writer most famous for creating the Rumpole of the Bailey mysteries. To tackle my story, I need an entertaining writer with an insightful perspective on life and a good sense of humour. A critic once accused Mortimer of being a lightweight author because of his habit of "covering pain with jokes." This criticism mystified Mortimer because, as he said, covering pain with jokes is the only possible attitude to life. I agree wholeheartedly.
2. If your life was a movie, what would the theme song be?
I would choose one of my favourite women's spirituality chants called "Powerful Woman." I taught this chant to many women over the years in my Women's Drumming and Goddess Chanting Circle and it never failed to be a group favourite. My life benefitted tremendously from reclaiming my power in any number of areas, so this song has always resonated with me.
3. Destiny or Free Will?
Free will all the way, baby. While our life circumstances can both benefit us and limit us in various ways, in the end it is up to us to make the most of Life with what we are given.
4. Have you ever read a book that truly changed your life?
Oh yes, several. But the one which had the greatest impact on me was Descent to the Goddess: A Way of Initiation for Women by Sylvia Brinton Perera, which I read almost 3 decades ago. This slim volume is a Jungian analysis of the ancient Sumerian myth of the descent, death and rebirth of the Goddess Inanna. I happened to read it a few short years after the most harrowing period of my life and was stunned to see my life experience symbolically mirrored in the ancient myth with a truth and an understanding that I had found nowhere else. Before reading this book, it had never occurred to me that my ordeal had a spiritual significance. That breakthrough moment of realization hit me like a ton of bricks, let me tell you! And it marked the true beginning of my devotion to the Divine Feminine In Her Many Guises.
5. Who/What has had the greatest impact on your life?
Well, for better or for worse, I'd have to say my parents, I guess. Their influence has shaped my life in almost every way. There's no underestimating the impact of our childhoods and families of origin, is there?
6. Funny/weird question: If you could bring any fictional character to life, who would you choose?
Well, at the moment, I am absolutely OBSESSED with the subtextually-queer coded narrative of Captain America and the Winter Soldier as being the greatest star-crossed tragic lovers since Romeo and Juliet, Heathcliff and Cathy, Mr Darcy and Elizabeth, COMBINED. So either one of those two angst-filled boys would be fine with me.
And now, I'm going to throw this award open to anyone who would like to claim it and answer the same set of excellent questions devised by Toni!
