Odd Ball Cat Stories and Photo

Five Photos Five Stories

Yellow Cat (posing here on the fence) had taken up residents in our back yard. She has appeared in other posts, in flowerbeds while lounging in the sun. Last week I noticed that she was no longer around, since she was only an occasional visitor I didn’t thin too much about her absence, but  I did miss the flashes of yellow among the nasturtiums.  We have had many kitties pass through our yard since we no longer have a dog.

Yesterday; out in the laundry room which is part of the garage, seen here, I heard a plaintive  meow. Looking around I saw no critter but called out “kitty kitty” anyway. Sure enough shy yellow kitty appeared from the behind some paint cans, waited for me to step back and skittered past me like her tail was on fire! I don’t know how long she had been there but by the number of ribs sticking out three-day at least. But there probably our no mice in the garage for now. I put water and a bit of liver sausage out for her. and now she’s back decorating my fence.

Feline vision quest is what we have come to call these periods of missing cats. Back when it rained TaTa kept getting shut up under the house when we had to check the crawl spaces sump pump, back when it rained. That winter was peppered with rain thunder and cat yowls.
Artie had the longest sojourn away from the world when he got lock in the attic after someone after retrieved a suitcase and he went in when no one was looking. We were gone for a week. Being part Siamese she had a lot to say about her time in solitary confinement. We always wonder if he achieved enlightenment, but aren’t cats already highly evolved beings?  

Have your critters been on visions quests?


I want to thank Raewyns Decocrafts and Surfer Girl Terri Webster Scharndt for nominating me to do the 5 Photo 5 Stories  Challenge this is #2 the rose story was #1

Iam suppose to nominate someone else but I think most of you have already done this challenge so let me know if you haven’t and I’ll give you a pingback.

Tuesday Poetry and Photography: Let’s Go Down to the Sea Again


Come with me
bring your dog
your warm sweater
your bare feet
if you dare
bring your willingness
to sit still
to set sail
as life’s unfolding
takes your breath away.

Carol Carlisle


As a kid in the 6th grade
in dry, land locked Oklahoma
I had to stand up in class and recite
John Masefield’s Sea Fever
it had little meaning for me but terror.
After more than fifty some years
I live within the sound of beckoning waves
so now the winds song and flying clouds
belong to me.

Sea Fever
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking,

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

Is there a poem you had to memorize as a kid that comes back to you from time to time?

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