Purrsday Greetings for October 15, 2026

             The photo is from a file called Leaving Tulalip. We were loading up for maybe the last time. This leaf fell on the old Honda we had at the time. It's a scan of an old print. Before that year, I had never touched a computer. There was no cell phone. Life was so very analog.
            It was the year 2000. We were moving to town, to have more room for daughter and grandchildren to live with us. It was leaving one world for another.

            Sometime around 2001, my son gave me an old Win 98 box and my husband hooked me up to the internet. My eldest daughter thought that was cute, and that I might write some emails.

            Thereafter was the same course so many people have taken, leaving the old way.  But, I'm still me and I know what I know. I had never written a story, just some bits of free verse.

            I hope that your day is everything you could hope for!

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A Most Welcome Surprise From Out of The Blue

 

            Just like the last time, this time, late fall, Ooog thought he had better check the mailbox. He hadn’t done it for a few days. They got almost no mail, but once in a while something would be in the box. This was one of those times.
            Ooog is pretty short, so working his way through two feet of snow was a chore.
            When he opened the mailbox and peered in, he found one envelope. But this time it was directed to Uncle Bob, care of Ooog and Thaga, not Ralph. It proved to be from Maurice.
            This did present a bit of a problem. How to get it out to Bob and read it to him. He was thinking on it, when Thaga said, “Why don’t we get Maeve to invite Bob and Suzy over here? Maybe Ralph and the crew too?”
            Ooog thought that sounded doable. So, the next thing to do was wait until Maeve checked in, which she usually did most days, same as she did with Millicent Price.
            And just like she knew somehow that they wanted to see her, Maeve appeared at their window a couple hours later. She tapped on the window with her beak until Thaga noticed her and opened the door.
            “Just the lady we wanted to see,” said Thaga.
            Arrangements were made for Maeve to invite Uncle Bob and Suzy and also Ralph, Ramona and Cherry to the house the next day for a soup lunch and letter reading.
            The next day was clear and bright. A chilly wind blew through the Great Forest, as if something was afoot, and actually, it was.
            Bob and Suzy tromped down through the frozen snow to the Home Clearing and then all of them together, came traveling single file out of the woods toward the stone cottage. They presented quite a sight. Ralph broke the path, followed by Bob. Then Ramona and Suzy followed with Cherry drifting by her mother’s elbow. Blue and the pumas brought up the rear. Some might have considered it a fearsome sight, but not so. There was much laughter, and curiosity about Maurice’s letter.
            When everyone had stomped the snow off of their feet and had been invited inside, Ooog said, “I’ll read the letter first. Then we can sit around and eat soup. Please sit!”
            So, everybody took a seat around Thaga’s big table, the animals sat as animals do, on the floor.
            The letter:
 
Hi Bob, and everyone. I bet Thaga is reading this to you, but maybe Ooog is.
 
            I know I left kind of suddenly. I didn’t take time to explain. But everything came together so tight and neat that I didn’t even think of saying anything to you! I’m still interested in playing music with you. Don’t worry.
            Mable is kind of magic. I met her in her Buick when I was leaving MO. She picked me up when I was hitching. I just thought she was a nice old lady. Then I met another nice old lady when I was busking in a park. Then, she appeared on Smith Island, and brought me to the Forest. I still thought she was a very nice, magic, old lady. She’s funny that way.
            Then after that thing with the witch and Ralph rescuing me, I was afraid to be alone in the old farmhouse. But walking home one night I heard a voice singing to me. And I didn’t feel so alone anymore. That was her too. But I didn’t know it yet.
            Later, I followed her home in the snow and found out that she was Mable in the form of a white Howler. Maybe she is an angel. She doesn’t say.
            I can’t stand the snow. It’s too cold for me. We didn’t have that where I was born. Howlers don’t handle cold very well. So, we left.
            The Buick is magic too. I bet it could look like anything she wanted it to.
            We went back to see Sneaky and Joseph at their house. They are very well, BTW, and the Howler Frozen Custard shop is doing very well. Folkie Joe is richer than ever. He drove over to see us when we were there. He married his housekeeper, just like I said he should.
            We went to Arizona. Joe gave us some money for a B&B, and we pretend to be Armenian together. I think that was the funniest thing I ever said, BTW, telling that old lady I was Armenian. We are waiting for spring.
            I am working on new tunes! Mable is a pretty good singer. Maybe we could all work together! How about that?
            I love all of you, I miss you, but I am not alone, and I am happy!
            Maurice, A True Howler who will see you in spring!
 
            The letter was an absolute hit. Bob shed a couple of tears because he was so touched and he had never gotten a letter before. He took it with trembling fingers when Ooog handed it to him. Suzy was very proud too.
            The soup was bean with bacon and lots of garlic and onions, and some tomato sauce made of Ooog’s own tomatoes. Thaga also made cornbread. There were loads of butter and berry jam. After that no one thought of dessert, not even a little.
            The pumas were not great fans of bean soup, but they ate some to be polite. Blue was a fan though.
            Bob gave his letter to Suzy for safekeeping.
            Cherry helped Thaga by gathering up the dishes and putting them into Thaga’s sink, then she wiped the table off.
            Everyone hugged everyone else.
            Outside the weather had changed during lunch. The sky was white and perfect feathery snowflakes were falling, and spring seemed quite a while away, as they walked home through that peculiar silence that happens when snow is falling.
            But spring always comes, doesn’t it?

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From The Annals of The Great Forest

 


            She couldn’t believe was she was seeing. She dropped down out of the sky to get a better look.
            What Maeve saw was Uncle Bob and Jim the bison in close conversation with an enormous person, not right by Bob’s Stump House, but out in the snow-filled meadow. Maeve shivered. She had an ominous feeling, but she wasn’t sure why.
            She needed to talk to Ralph.
            Off she went, low and fast, tree top level, over the frozen field until she entered the Forest, heading for the Home Clearing.  
            First, she smelled Ramona’s fire, then coming down out of the canopy of firs, she could see that the family were gathered around the fire. The snow never gets very deep in the Home Clearing, but there was enough to look and feel like winter. The Great Forest is very much a four seasons kind of place.
            Once landed, she said, “Good morning, Boss. Oh my! There is something funny going on up in Bob’s meadow.”
            “I bet you don’t mean funny haha, do you?” said Ralph.
            “I’m worried about Bob and Jim, Boss,” she continued. “There is something out there with them! It’s bigger than you! I got a kind of sick feeling when I saw them with this creature!”
            “What kind of creature, Birdie?”
            “Looked mostly human, but too big! Too big! Fully fee fi fo fum big! I can think of no reasonable reason for it to be there,” she said. “It’s going to get hungry, then what!”
            “Eww!” said Ralph. “That’s right. More to the point, how did it get in here? I believe this bears looking into. Hm.”
            “You gotta be careful this time, Boss,” said Maeve.
            Ramona sat looking from Ralph to bird and back again. At last, she said, “This is something new. Size isn’t everything, but it is a thing. You must go very aware, Baby.” Her hands were folded in her lap. Her expression was serious.
            “We shall see, Mona. I won’t let the creature eat me. I need to find out what sort of creature it is, how it got here, and why it’s here.”
            “Do you want to come along, Birdie?” he said.
            “Yes, do,” said Ramona. “Cherry and I, and the wolf and the cats will be fine.”
            So, Ralph headed for the small meadow, with Maeve flying overhead. Once outside the clearing the snow was deep. Up to Ralph’s knees. He plunged through it effortlessly.
            Only Suzy was present at the Stump House. She sat beside her fire on a smooth big rock, looking anxious.
            “Greetings, Firekeeper,” Ralph said formally. “Where are they?”
            “Further along, Forest Lord. Just keep going as you are,” said Suzy. “You can’t mistake them. The giant is all too visible, Sir.”
            “I thank you,” he said and kept walking. Maeve was above, always faithful.
            As he walked, he sang a song, deep and far-reaching, called Let Truth Be Revealed.
            Presently, he saw a great grizzled head with dirty red hair above the vegetation and saplings of the meadow. He sighed. He continued on until he met Uncle Bob, and Jim, in conversation with a tremendously large person, working away on a huge instrument like a banjo.
            “Greetings, Bob, good morning, Jim,” said Ralph. “Who’s your friend?”
            The giant stopped playing and regarded Ralph with speculative light blue eyes, set deep in a grubby face, with a lot of shaggy red whiskers and flabby cheeks.
            “Oh, hi, Ralphie! Look, we found a musician, or he found us,” said Bob. “His name is Myron. Well, Jim found him sitting on a log. Then we got to talking about making a band.”
            “We do need a musician,” said Jim. But he looked a little worried.
            “I am Myron, who are you?” said Myron from way up in the air.
            “I am Ralph. I’m kind of in charge around here, you might say,” said Ralph, saying it. “I have a couple of questions. That good with you?”
            Maeve circled overhead, sharp ears listening to every word.
            “Fine with me, Ralph,” and he laughed a big echoing laugh.

            "How did you come to be among us?" said Ralph.
            “I walked. Oh, I noticed your keep out rule, but I stepped over it” Myron chortled. “Betcha that’s a first, your majesty.”
            “You speak rightly, Ralph is King here,” said Bob, looking a bit wary.
            “It is so,” said Ralph. “Now, Myron, where are you from?”
            “No one place. I come from roaming to and fro. I was born in a cave in the hills above Darrington, as they call the sad little town,” said Myron.
            “I see. Now, why did you come here to our gentle kingdom? What drew you here?”
            Visibly reluctant, Myron said, “I was hungry. I came to charm creatures worthy of my appetite, with my music. The female creature gave me food, but it was so little. I am famished, still,” Myron sort of gurgled, drooling a bit into his beard. A sort of foul stench rose up around them all. “You look meaty, majesty!” he said, giggling.
            “Hold!” said Ralph. The meadow went silent, waiting. “Let the Maker of All reveal truth,” said Ralph, in a terrifyingly deep voice, so low it was just about subliminal.
            “I know no Maker,” said Myron, gurgling and yukking it up. But then something changed. His over-sized instrument fell onto the log he had been found sitting on and it broke in half.
            “ARGH!” yelled Myron.
            Jim moved behind Ralph. Uncle Bob watched with his mouth hanging open, speechless.
            Then Myron stood before them, revealed, about the size of a large rabbit. His plaid coat had shrunk down to a size to fit a large rabbit too. His red hair bristled. He screamed, in a rage.
            “Much as I suspected,” said Ralph. “Your kind are not allowed here. Go back to your hole in Darrington, Plaidie, no matter what your name is.” In a trice, he stood before them no more.
            “Sorry about your musician, guys. He would have eaten you both. Giants, even fake ones, are greedy above all things,” said Ralph. “Lucky for you, you have no gold to steal! I sure wish Maurice would come back.”
            “Thanks, Ralphie,” said Bob with tears in his eyes. “I wish Maurice would come back too. I miss him so much, and Jim has never even met him!”
            “Your head really does work good,” said Jim, coming out of hiding behind Ralph. “How did you know?”
            “I didn’t really know, until I looked at him. What a fake. I wonder how he got that way?” Ralph laughed. “Maybe we’ll never know!”
            “You better fix your law up a little, Boss,” said Maeve, who had come in for a landing.
            “I can see that. The next scoff-law could be an elephant! Who knows,” said Ralph.
            Then, Ralph and Maeve, Bob and Jim all went back to tell Suzy all about it. She was very relieved to see that each of them was living and well. She was pleased to hear of the vanquishing of Myron the fake giant.
            “Keep working on the songs, Bob and Jim. I would bet that Maurice will be back when spring comes. He doesn’t do well in snow, like we do,” said Ralph.
            “Thanks for not letting him eat me,” said Jim.
            “Any time,” said Ralph.
            Maeve rose back up into the air, and Ralph walked back to the Home Clearing with a story to tell Ramona and Cherry, not to mention Blue, Bob and Berry.

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A Lot of Mileage & Open Thread

 

            The spots are large on his side, so that's Sweetie, the pounciest member of the troop.

            They have this tube toy thing. A big deal for them is to drag their noisy, wiggly toys inside the tube and then, then, deal with them in the enclosed space. I tried to get more and better shots, but they move pretty fast, and you get pics of a tail disappearing down the tube. Maybe I should post that too.

            Suzy is doing better now that she has her own private accommodations. Ahem. She is eating well, and rounding out!

            I know everyday around here is a mewing day, hope it's a  happy one for youall!

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A Literal Giant

 

            Maybe there’s some kind of reversal thing going on here. Maybe, just maybe, if a person, speaking loosely, of course, is above a certain height, Ralph’s strictures on admission to the Great Forest are of null effect.
            Something must explain what happened that day.
            Myron. Big Myron. That’s who I’m talking about, in this circuitous fashion. He was big, he was ugly, which of course is a matter of opinion. However, there is no record of anyone, not even his mommy, saying he was pretty.
            I suppose I should give some statistics. He was a good 14 feet from stem to stern. His eyes were green, his hair would have been red, had it been clean. His complexion was greyish pink. He looked like a, very large case, of poor oxygen perfusion in the tissues. I suspect that his breath was foul.
            He was born outside of Darrington, WA. In a cave.
            He fee fi fo fummed his stupendous way right into the smaller rougher meadow where Uncle Bob, Aunt Suzy, and now Jim, abode.  

            Myron was a singer, and played a mean, very large banjo.
            Hence, when he arrived in the snowy meadow, he found a nice place to sit on a fallen log and began to pluck his banjo. His feet were two feet deep in snow. Didn’t care.
            When who should appear but Jim, fresh from hanging around, eating cold grass, and being nice.
            Jim looked up at Myron sitting there, and said, “Who the heck are you?”
            “Behold, I am Myron,” said Myron, taking a break.
            “You have a very big head,” said Jim. “Much admire!”
            “You have a very large head too,” said Myron, and thereby their friendship was sealed.
            “By the way, what’s to eat around here, Jim?” said Myron.
            “Well, I eat grass. Are you, by chance, a vegetarian?” said Jim. He could see some bad potential here if the friendship didn’t develop right.
            “Nah. I’m lookin’ to eat some kinda flesh,” said Myron. “That’s what that fee fi fo fum thing is about.”
            Myron began plucking the strings again in the chilly morning air.
            Jim thought this was a good time to sing along.
 
                        I run like thunder,
                        Like mama said,
                        I am Jim,
                        With a big hard head!
 
            “That’s not too bad,” said Myron. “Have you considered forming a band?”
            “Me n Bob would like to, but we needed a musician. He’s a song writer. But you need at at least one musician to have a band, doncha?” said Jim, with furrowed bison brows.
            “Where is this Bob, song writer?” said Myron.
            “Walk this way,” said Jim.
            “I can’t really, I only have two feet,” said Myron. “But I can follow you. Are we going to see Bob?”
            “He lives in a house made in a stump with Suzy,” said Jim. “There was a musician. I never met him. Harmonica. Blues guy. But he’s off on a honeymoon or something.”
            “You amaze me,” countered Myron. “Was his name Maurice?”
            “Something like that, yeah. Liked Cream, I hear.”
            So, Jim followed his own trail through the disturbed snow back toward the Stump House, and Myron stumped along behind him playing a tune suspiciously similar to Washington Square. It didn’t take long. Soon they could see smoke rising from the area outside, but near, the big stump. Upon closer inspection, since he was so far up in elevation, Myron saw Suzy doing something over the fire.
            “I see somebody over there. Like a woman, all hairy,” said Myron.
            “Suzy. Bob’s Firestarter, I mean Keeper. She makes burned food for him.”
            “That’s called cooking,” said Myron. “I like her already. Fee fi fo fum time!!”
            “Meh. I like grass. Mama said to eat grass, so I do.”
            When Suzy caught sight of Myron following Jim, she started yelling, “Bob, come out here! I need you!”
            Bob stumbled out of the Stump House. He took in the scene quickly.
            “Oh, hi Jim. Who’s your friend?” he said. He was looking at the big banjo Myron carried.
            “Myron, a literal giant. He’s hungry and he’s a musician. Can we keep him? We need a musician for the band!”
            “Hi, Myron. I guess we better audition you. But first, do you want to be in a band?”
            “I do. And I am hungry,” said Myron. He began to rapidly pluck the strings playing one of his own compositions.
            “I like it,” said Bob. “Maybe we can do business.”
            Suzy had a cold left-over haunch of young buck, so with that for Myron, and a few of the fish she was just baking over the fire, everyone got some breakfast.
            “What shall we call the band?” said Bob, after breakfast.
            “How about The Big Head Revue,” said Jim, sticking to his main point always.
            “What about Bob Jim & Myron?” said Myron.
            “Let’s think on it for a couple of days,” said Bob. “OK?”
            “Is there a handy cave around here somewhere,” said Myron. “I like to sleep in caves.”

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🐈‍⬛Emergency Purrvention™🐈‍⬛

           

Detained!

          

            “Suzy, are you here?” said Toots. “You know we all love you and we want to help.”
            “I’m here. I don’t understand. Help me with what?” said Suzy.
            It was evening. Toots was relaxing in the shop with Sammie. Booker and Sweetie were listening in, elbowing each other. They were snickering.
            Charlie was monitoring. So was Mr. Baby, and even Serena. Buddy had been called too, and was attending.
            Some new Purrvention™ members were Roger, Winston, and Gravy, the Black Three. New to the group.
            “I still don’t know why you called this meeting, Toots,” said Suzy. “Is it somebody’s birthday?”
            “Suzy… You’re prevaricating, Dear,” said Toots. She sighed.
            “I don’t know what one of those even is, Toots,” said Suzy, evasively.
            “You pooped under a chair!” chortled Sweetie.
            “You did!” agreed Booker. “You peed too!”
            “Is this true?” said Buddy. “Why didn’t you just call out, instead of pooping? That’s what I do! I always get help too! It works, you should try it!”
            “She did it 15 times,” said Sweetie. “We tried to tell, but they don’t understand a word we say! What did they think we were yelling about, the weather?”
            “We listen, and we don’t judge,” said Sammie.
            “Oh, fine. What was I supposed to do? I kept trying to tell her, but she just kept typing and didn’t listen!” said Suzy. “Using the box is a very vulnerable time in a girl’s life, and in all Catiousness™ I couldn’t allow myself to be that vulnerable with those two rounders running amok in the house!”
            “What’s a rounder?” said Gravy, a very large cat, gruffly.
            “A wild thing that does whatever it wants, and gets spoiled rotten for it!” said Suzy.
            “Hear, hear,” said Serena, giggling.
            “Speaking of spoiled,” said Toots. “I hear that a new private box is being provided for you under the desk in splendid seclusion! We, who listen, and I might add, don’t judge, expect you to use it and be grateful, Suzy. Are you hearing me?
            “Additionally, I hear that the squirt bottle has been deployed in your defense, Dear,” said Toots.
            “Here’s the deal, Suzy. The kids don’t mean to hurt you. Be reasonable. But we understand. Arrangements have been made for your comfort. Now, do your part. Use the new box which will be conveniently placed near your place of seclusion. It will be no further away than the spot you were befouling. In fact, it will be even closer. Do your part!” said Mr. Baby, from the home where he was visiting the Black Three.
            “Sweetie?” said Toots. “What say you? Do you understand that the new stainless steel kitty box under the desk is for Suzy? Will you allow her some privacy?”
            “Booker? How about you?” said Toots.
            “We promise, Scouts Honor, to leave Suzy alone. Pretty much. Though we can’t understand why she doesn’t want to run and pounce with us. Jeez!” said Sweetie.
            “Yeah, if he says so,” said Booker.
            “Suzy?” said Toots.
            “I promise to use the new box under the desk,” said Suzy.
            “And?” said Toots.
            “I will Try To Understand and be patient. I sure hope they grow up soon!”
            “You must understand that having your potty box under the desk is a big concession. The ball is in your court, Suzy” added Charlie, who hadn’t spoken until then.
            “Alright then, let’s break it up. All of you have things to do, and I think we all understand each other,” said Toots.
            “Thanks, guys,” said Suzy, as the connection faded out, and all of  her friends left to go about their own business.
            “Bye!” said Sweetie!
            “M’WoW!” hollered Booker, and the meeting was over.

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🐈‍⬛The Truth of The Matter

 

            Here we are, it’s another F’lineday. Of course, all days around here are feline in essence. Daily we observe the ineffable catness of being in our little furry pals. The young fellow you see above, Sweetie, is vying for the position of my True Cat. He follows in well beloved paw-prints, but he is doing a good job. Soon he will be managing my day just like Willie did. He already spends a lot of time with me, while his brother sleeps.
            Suzy’s comment is, “No comment, presently.”
            I have a couple of other thoughts.
            I wanted to mention that having imagined all these stories, and having them be so real to me, that I really miss some of those places and characters.
            I’d like to borrow Raven from Jenae Renton, and go stay in Unit 7 at the Desert Rose motel in Luminous, TX, parking Raven behind the unit, cloaked of course.
            I’d like to have some Tacos at the café, and check out the drug store for things I can’t live without. I’d like to fly out where the Luminous lights are..
            I miss Aunt Julia, and Jesse and Beth and Emmy. She must be grown by now. I wonder what she has done with her life so far. I miss the Navajo Reservation, the little towns and all of it. I miss the magic of the place.
            Heck, I mess Ribber Gof, the little twister. But much more than Ribber, I miss OZ, Jen, Doug, Lou, Roops, and Buddy.
            You see how it is. One of the realities of writing fiction is finding it all too real in one’s mind.
            Anyhow, it’s another open thread, like all threads. I wish you a very fine day!

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