I purrfur my imagination...

Some people hear voices.

Some see invisible people.

Others have no imagination whatsoever.

Me? Well let’s just say around here, my imagination is much tamer than reality.  

My imagination had decided to do a post on vintage finds.  For those of you who follow me, may have noticed that I try to post about my siblings, myself, "her", junk and adventures.  It was time to post about junk. 

But about that time the bus of reality ran over my imagination and squashed it. Flat.


That was three weeks ago.

Gone a while as a result of reality.  You know, that time when “real” things happen.  Totally stinky skunk stuff.  Really.

Well maybe.

Not all of it.

“She” did get to go to a couple of auctions and found some really neat things.  But of course reality isn’t always fun and good times.

Sometimes.

Some of it totally bites.

Take for instance a routine trip to Wendy’s Hamburgers.  I get loaded in the car for a quick trip to the burger place.  Yeah, I know it’s just a bribe to get me to ride with her.  But it works.  I mean who’s going to pass up a chance to have a bite or two of a burger?  Fresh.  

See my point? 

Quick car ride = burger and fries.

I’m there!

But while we are sitting in the drive through it becomes evident that we are not the only ones there.

And I’m not talking about the other people in their cars waiting in line.

Nope. 

There are four or five other cars and occupants. AND an injured bird.

Somewhere close by. Screaming. LOUD.

But not at the order sign.

Order placed. Bird still screaming. Still LOUD.

Moving up in line.

Bird still screaming but getting hoarse.

Moving up in line.

Getting closer.

Bird begins to sound strained.

“She” is next to pay.

Looks out the window and the bird is not a bird.

It’s a small, very small….

Kitten.

Reality: no one else stopped to help this kitten. 

Reality: someone picked up their burger and dumped their kitten. (There were no other cats or kittens and the nearest house was more than a mile away).

Reality: Number one combo meal now comes with burger, fries, large drink and a kitten.

A very hungry kitten.  (At least she shared the burger.)

Five and a half weeks old.

With a tail broken in three places.

Ears infested with mites.

One pound, six ounces.

Of reality.

It bites.

Probably only because she’s teething.

Then there was Grammie's surgery.  And an Uncle's open heart surgery. Preparation for and the opening of a new Tattered Cat location. 

Preparation for and the Christmas Open House at Antiques in Old Town (thank you to all who came - reality purred at that one). Two sick kitties. And oh yes.....

Bees.

Did you know that bees can become very aggressive when protecting their winter honey stores?

Yeah, “she” didn’t know that either.

I did.

That’s why I wasn’t the one that got stung on the face.

Several times.

Reality: It waited to swell up. On the evening of the Open House at Antiques in Old Town. How attractive. How UNcomfortable.

Reality: Could not attend the second day of the Open House because Benedryl was not enough to de-puff face.  Doctor and medicine necessary. 

Reality: Cortisone injections into hind end bite.

Gramps got stung on the arms. (He was smart enough to have the veil on.)

But to make up for the missed facial attack, those pissed off bees came after him twice. I think he got stung seven or eight times.

There’s some more reality for you. Pretty interesting stuff until it decides to get “real” and bite ya.  Honey anyone?

I could tell you more but hey, if I scare you too much, you’ll be  hiding in the closet and might not come out to read all those cool blog posts.  You know the ones were everyone is creating their own reality.  While others are even "real" AND living through it.  Now those are the blogs to watch.  You’ll learn a lot from them.  So stay out of the closet. Not everything bites.

Except maybe the combo number one at Wendy’s and bees protecting winter stores….

Later.....the kind of stuff that doesn't bite.....

A purrfect Halloween adventure awaits!

Come along now with me

And do not be afraid

Never minding the shadows of things that seem to be

Stay close and hold my paw

You’ve my promise -  I’ll protect you

With my ferocious nature and of course my claws.

We're off on an adventure

One of neither close-near nor forever-far...

Either neither way yet,

Time seems to pass so quickly

I see it in your brow – the worries and the fret.

With each later as the hour grows.

I know you cannot hear the trees

For the distance, it too has grown.

Walk with me now carefully, be of sure foot and paw,

through the dirt, dead flowers and old mossy stone.

You look a little pale

despite the golden fading light

so just a small suggestion if I might….

Keep you eyes looking straight ahead –

It’s truly better that way – you won’t think you see the dead.

I saw your imagination,

a child at the last stone.

It ran away from you and with it, left you dread.

For you thought you saw stranger things

than those in your home, thoughts safely tucked into your bed

Hush, no need to tell about them,

yes I’m sure some have big ears and wings

but I think it’s time I tell you….sadly, no one else these or those they see.

I think you're getting tired

and your eyes they play on you tricks.

I know it seems like days, on this path we go

but trust me, it’s really not so.

Yes, it is a very long and crooked little path,

set in the forest deep.

But see we arrived in less than one day’s time

Look up and see - the moon is still here and has not left to go sleep.

Come along still, our trip is not done

while we still seek the witch,

and though I do not see her, it does not mean there is n'vr one

For my catish-observation skills they serve me well

I am certain and tell to predict she didn’t go far.

Certainly she is still near.

For look past the door ajar

on a night like this even she would have taken a coat.

But there it still waits in the corner – take note.

Purrhaps, her familiar, Sir Black, is still here to attend.

On him for most matters, he too, you can depend.

Oh my whiskers, I failed and forgot

to tell you why we came this far, 


How could I not?!?!


Mr brofur, poor Crickett,


he has a need for snacks,  it all started when he was but a wee lad


and somewhere along the way...his middle began to sag.

And now the poor guy, the extra weight has made his legs shorter,


and his lower belly is starting to drag.


It’s something of a dust ruffle, yes I do suppose,


so look about and tell me if you see


any cures or spells to undo poor Crickett’s deeds.

Certainly he’s not the first and with this ailment of sorts


and so therefore mustn't there be a potion, a spell or purrhaps a charm


that can help my little buddy without doing him any harm

Oh look see, here comes Sir Black

with the secret Crickett-sag-drag-spell in his black paw pack.


Always so insightful, he knew before we arrived,

just what magic he did need


and strived


and succeeded


to completed


one drag-sag-dustruffle-reversal spell potion


to cause the dragging belly to disappear and be depleted!

A hundred thank you’s kind Sir Black for your assistance and expertise!

I’ll be back again soon

When I can stay for more than a bit.

And we’ll laugh and dance as happy little cats well into the wee hours of the moon

But tonight there is not time

For my friend – her bedtime draws very near

so here we are to leave

From the path whence we came.

To take a path, but not an exactly back path,


No need to visit something that might be waiting for our return

Back over and under there

Just common precautions, not at all applied scientific math.

I know for sure you are tired, I see it in your eyes

And though it seems a long way home,

We’ll be there faster than most time flies

You’ll have no explaining to do


of hours and days spirited away.


You see there are no worries, 

only four minutes did we spend.

Not a second more did we lose.

And there now is my dear friend Crickett, waiting for my return! 

Now some magic working I must do,

so run away quick,  and let your mind wander free.

For more magic and fun still awaits you

over there with Vanessa and her Matty – a rare and kind dogaroo! 

A special thanks to both of them, for hosting a purrfectly enchanting Halloween Event! And to you, for taking the time to stop by for an adventure! I hope you’ll stop by again – I so love adventures!