Feeling like Dewey

Thanks for your thoughts and prayers. The cataract surgery went well. I saw my kaleidoscope of colors during the surgery.  I think I even saw “emerald blue”.  If you don’t understand the “emerald blue” remark … well just keep reading my blog, I am sure that sometime I will probably make another “emerald blue” blooper. One just never knows what “blooper”may show up in my posts.

I been spending time doing Dewey’s favorite activity today. “Napping!’  That “relaxing juice” that they give you goes a long way with me!

Hope all of you have had a good day and I’ll be back tomorrow feeling more normal … 🙂 fbc94ebe69796dbbaf5fcf0636085d79

The Flying Mystery

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They had struck again.  Confetti was one of their calling cards that they were known for. It always sparkled and glittered.

They were a smooth team, always managed to have the element of surprise. One knew to expect the unexpected when dealing with this talented team.

Frank and George were walking around the room looking at all the glittery …. and sparkly confetti and trying to not to disturb the cat who was eyeing them with a mischievous glint in its green eyes.

“George, did you see this?”

George walked over and looked at what Frank held in his hand.

“Mini spaceships? Hmm… What are spaceships doing here?”  George looked at them scattered about.

“Maybe this wasn’t the work of who we were thinking. Perhaps some aliens were having a party, confetti and all! There are 24 spaceships, so it must have been a pretty good sized party.”

Frank stared at him. “Aliens?”

“Yes, aliens, you know, those little green or blue men that live in outer space.”

Frank kept staring at him as he slowly shook his head, “Are you saying that you believe in aliens?”

“Well can’t say I ever saw one… but…”

Frank sighed, “Look George, I think you could use some of these!”  He picked up some marbles that were lying on the floor.

“I always said you were losing your marbles. Now I am more convinced than ever before! ”

George made a face and said, “I am getting hungry, lets go grab a burger.”

Frank reached into his pocket and pulled out a bag of goldfish crackers. “Want some of these to snack on?”

George shook his head, “Those crackers would be the perfect size for a snack for aliens to eat. Maybe we could come back after dark and take a look in the house to see if…”

Frank opened up the door, “Lets go, you need some food and I think it can be your treat tonight. Do you mind if I order all the desserts on the menu? Then I believe that you need a really good night’s sleep!”

They went out the door, closing it behind them. The sound of the door being closed echoed down the hallway of the empty house.

Around midnight there was some stirring in the house, but it wasn’t a mouse. There were no mice, as the mice had no chance against the cat that ruled the house.

The cat wasn’t sure though what to make of the noise, as he looked around. If someone had been watching they would have seen an intriguing sight, that made the cat howl. 24 mini spaceships were flying around the house in circles, and they were getting higher and higher.

A daring mouse saw his chance, the King Cat was distracted. The mouse quickly darted across the floor grabbing some goldfish cracker crumbs as he ran into his hole.

The cat’s eyes were transfixed on the circling spaceships. What would happen, would they mysteriously disappear through the ceiling and travel elsewhere?

Meanwhile George had just got home, and was getting ready for bed when he happened to look out the window. No! It couldn’t be, but yes, he was seeing it with his own eyes. 1, 2, 3, 4, …… spaceships!

Whoa! George opened the window, and about fell out in surprise. “Was that really a flying cat that he just saw go by following the spaceships!”

Perhaps Frank was right, perhaps he really did need a good, long, sleep!

 

 

The Fishy Negotiation

Who is your favorite cat?  Hands down, mine is Dewey! He has always been a special cat and the only cat I have ever known. We have enjoyed many conversations together, or at least partial conversations, he usually ends up falling asleep.

For those of you who are new readers to my blog and may be curious as to who Dewey is, he is the fun loving cat from the book that Colin and I wrote together, “The Odessa Chronicles”. A book not only about Dewey, but also a sassy owl, a magical Jackalope and a witty man-servant. It contains stories of all the crazy adventures  that these best friends end up sharing together! A book to warm your heart and make you feel like a child again.

I would like to share a story excerpt from the book that Colin shared about a month ago on his blog.  For those of you who follow Colin’s blog too I know that means reading this story twice now, but good stories can always be read over again, right?  Plus now you don’t have to be in suspense for Part 2!  Yes, this is Part 1 of the story and Part 2 will be posted tomorrow.

How good are you at negotiating?  In this excerpt Dewey has something in mind that he wants and when he wants something he believes that by all means he should get it! He is a cat after all! But when up against the witty man-servant …. he could be in for a surprise! Sit back, relax, and enjoy!

 

The Fishy Negotiation! (Part 1)

Dewey opened his eyes, and stretched. It was morning, and the sun was coming through the windows. He would have preferred to still be asleep, but Jaxon had prodded him to wake him up. As he turned to get off his cushion, he saw Jaxon with a big smile on his face. “It’s time to get up, my sleepyhead friend.” he said. “The world has woken up to a wonderful new day, and you are laying here missing it all.”

Dewey gave him his best look of disapproval, but then noticed the smell of fish being cooked! Now he had a reason to get up.

“Hey, Man-Servant!” called Dewey. “When will my fish be ready?”

The man-servant called back, “This is my fish! You’re getting your regular breakfast!”

Jaxon was trying to stop himself from laughing, as he watched Dewey’s expression change from excitement to obvious disappointment. “Wait a minute,” said Dewey. “You know that fish is my favorite food, right?”

“I do know that.” said the man-servant, “but this is my breakfast that I am cooking.”

Dewey did not know what to say in response to that, so he turned to Jaxon. “Does that seem fair to you?”

Jaxon was still grinning. “Well, Dewey, the man-servant does like fish, and he is the one doing the work in the kitchen.”

Dewey then spoke very loudly, so that the man-servant would hear. “Well, Jaxon, I think we need to get a new man-servant around here, because this one is simply not working out.” The man-servant heard Dewey, but did not respond.

Dewey went over to his bowl and ate everything in it, and then went up to the man-servant. “When you have finished eating that wonderful piece of fish, my cushion needs fluffing up a bit. The sofa cushions are getting a little flat, and the sofa covers need some minor repairs, where my claws have gone through, and perhaps you should vacuum my rug.”

The man-servant nodded and continued eating his fish. When he had finished, he got up and put the plate and cutlery into the sink, which was full of hot, soapy water.

Dewey was quite exasperated. “Hey, Man-Servant! Why are you ignoring me? Why didn’t I get fish for breakfast?”

“Well, it’s like this,” said the man-servant. “You didn’t ask me for fish this morning.”

Dewey looked puzzled. “Yes, I did!” he said. “I said, ‘When will my fish be ready?’”

The man-servant was not smiling any more. “That’s my whole point, Dewey. You expected that fish to be yours, without even asking if it was.”

Dewey walked over to his cushion and lay down, just as Odessa arrived. She looked at Dewey, and then at the man-servant. “Have I come at a bad time?” she asked.

Dewey looked up at her. “The man-servant ate my fish this morning.”

Odessa tilted her head to one side. “Really? The man-servant did that? That sounds a little out of character to me.”

“Well, he did!” said Dewey.

Odessa flew up and landed on the man-servant’s shoulder. “So, Man-Servant, what’s up? What’s all this about you eating Dewey’s fish?”

The man-servant turned his head to look at her. “Odessa,” he said, “Dewey really needs a lesson in good manners.”

Odessa stared in disbelief. “But he’s a cat! Cats don’t have manners.”

“That may well be,” said the man-servant, “but I see no reason why he can’t learn some.”

Odessa was shaking her head as she called to Dewey. “Come here, you troubled feline. I will volunteer to act as intermediary between you and the man-servant, while you two sort this fishy mess out.”

Dewey wandered over to where Odessa and the man-servant were standing. “I want my fish.” he said.

Odessa rolled her eyes. “Dewey! That is not the way to get anything. You should be politely asking, and not demanding.”

The man-servant interrupted. “Thank you, Odessa, and Dewey … you would do well to listen to her.”

“Okay,” said Dewey to the man-servant, “how was I supposed to ask for my fish?”

Odessa was jumping up and down at this. “You shouldn’t ask the man-servant such a question. His knowledge of English is close to pitiful. You need to be coached by someone who understands the finer points of the language.”

“But I don’t know anybody like that,” said Dewey.

The man-servant was now looking at Odessa. “Who do you think Dewey should get help from, Odessa?”

Odessa had a big grin on her face. “You said it, Man-Servant. Get help from Odessa!”

The man-servant shook his head. “I shall leave you two alone, so that you can work together without interruptions.”

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Friendship Magic at Moonbeam Farm

Reading the “The Odessa Chronicles” had the feel of reading classic stories like Peter Rabbit. It is cute and gives a nice and comfortable feeling.” 

The above quote came  from someone who had just recently purchased a copy of  “The Odessa Chronicles” and she was sending me a message to let me know what she thought of it.  Reading her words warmed my heart.

There also was the time that an older lady, who I knew, came up to me with sparkles in her eyes. She proceeded to tell me how she had finished reading “The Odessa Chronicles” and she “absolutely loved” it!  She went on to talk about the characters as she gave a little laugh telling me how much fun they were.

This was a lady who I knew as being more reserved and quiet. As much as her words gave me joy, it was seeing the shine in her face and  hearing her excitement that really touched my heart.

It’s moments like these that continue to fill my heart with awe. I feel so thankful for the smiles that me and Colin’s book,  “The Odessa Chronicles” is bringing to the young and old!

I can’t stop smiling at how due to a friendship made with fellow blogger, Colin, that I was inspired to write a fun story about a cat named Dewey and his man-servant. How that one story led to another, which then led to Colin adding his magic, and collaborating on more stories. The more stories being written led to the idea of creating a book, which then led to “The Odessa Chronicles” being published!

One just never knows what surprises can happen!

Would you like to go to a place where friendship, love and laughter abound? Do you need a smile and relaxing break from the stresses of life?  In the pages of “The Odessa Chronicles”, meet Dewey, a  mischievous cat who always thinks of his stomach; Odessa, a  witty Barn Owl, who is very outspoken; Jaxon, an easygoing Jackalope that has magical powers; and the fun Man-servant who has a big heart and loves having Dewey, Odessa and Jaxon living at Moonbeam Farm with him.

Take a journey to Moonbeam Farm and share in the fun adventures that these crazy friends have together! In taking a peek into their lives your heart will be filled with laughter and with the warmth of friendship. You may even shed a tear at some of the more touching moments shared by our 4 friends.

For more information on “The Odessa Chronicles” and how you can order it, you can click on the picture of the book cover in the right hand margin.

If you have any other questions about the fun-loving characters in our book, or questions about the writing process, etc. feel free to ask in the comments below!

Have a Wonderful Wednesday and let your friends know how much they mean to you! As our beloved characters on Moonbeam Farm  would attest to, friendships can come in a surprising way and be an amazing blessing!

 

 

 

Singing the Blues

I have another story for you today, but no its not a Part 2 to my story yesterday,  Bridging the Gap . If you didn’t see Colin’s addition to it, make sure you read his comment in the comments left on the blog post yesterday. It is the first one. The jury is still out on whether or not the story will be continued. Feel free to leave your thoughts. 🙂

Today’s story is another story from “The Odessa Chronicles”, for more information on the book, just click on the book cover in the right hand margin. It’s a book for all ages about  the  fun adventures of 4 best friends, who are very different from each other. Get ready for your heart to be warmed by the bond of friendship they share and for your heart to be lightened by laughter.

Colin had shared this excerpt on his blog about a month ago. If anyone is feeling blue today hopefully this will help chase your blues away! The Moonbeam Farm Gang is pretty good at doing that!  The gang consists of  (Dewey) a cat, (Odessa) a Barn Owl, (Jaxon) a Jackalope, and (Joshua) who is fondly known as the man-servant. Enjoy the story and as always, would love to hear your thoughts about it.

The Dewey Farm Cat Blues

The man-servant came out of the kitchen. “Dewey, your breakfast is ready!” Then he went back to prepare his own breakfast. Once it was all set down on the table, he happened to look over to Dewey’s bowl, and there was no Dewey. He once again called out, “Dewey! Your breakfast is ready!”

Jaxon then came into the kitchen. “What’s wrong with Dewey?” he asked the man-servant.

The man-servant turned to Jaxon. “Nothing that I know about, but I’ve called him twice now for breakfast, so I guess something is up.”

“Well,” said Jaxon, “when I came into the farmhouse, he was still curled up asleep on his cushion near the fireplace.”

They both went into the living room, and there was Dewey. He was still on his cushion, but was certainly not asleep. The man-servant looked at him. “Did you not hear me call you? Your breakfast has been ready for a while now. What’s wrong?”

“Oh, I heard you. I’m not very hungry,” said Dewey.

The man-servant smiled. “You’re joking, right? You have never missed an opportunity to eat since I moved in here.”

Dewey smiled, but it was a rather weak smile. “I don’t feel hungry. I don’t feel very energetic, although that is normal for me, I suppose. I don’t feel … well … like me!”

While they had been talking, Jaxon had run over to the barn to get Odessa. When they both returned, Odessa flew down to right in front of Dewey. “Okay, Dewey,” she said. “With me being the closest thing around here to your species, as well as having a working brain … what’s up?”

The man-servant turned to Odessa. “It’s really simple, Odessa. Dewey doesn’t feel like himself today.”

Odessa stared at the man-servant. “Who does he feel like?” she asked.

“Well, I really don’t know,” said the man-servant. “I hadn’t thought to ask that.”

Odessa turned to Dewey and repeated, “With me being the closest thing around here to your species, as well as having a working brain … what’s up?”

Dewey looked at Odessa. “I don’t feel like me today.”

“Understandable, living here with the man-servant,” she said. “Confusion must be expected, but if you don’t feel like you, then who do you feel like?”

Dewey stretched and curled up again. “I don’t know, Odessa.”

Odessa jumped up and down. “Of course you know Odessa. That’s me. You’ve been living with humans for much too long. I think that what you need is an adventure.”

Dewey just stared at Odessa. “I think I’ve got the Dewey farm-cat blues!”

Odessa’s eyes were wide open. “You’ve got the what?”

Jaxon then interrupted. “He said he’s got the Dewey farm-cat blues.”

“I heard him,” said Odessa, “but I don’t understand him! Dewey, would you explain this ailment to me?”

Dewey looked at the three of them. “I don’t feel right. I feel sluggish. I want to sleep, even though I already slept a lot. I think I’ve got the Dewey farm-cat blues … oh yeah.”

Odessa once again looked confused. “What’s with the ‘Oh yeah’ business? I need more information if I am going to help here.”

Dewey looked at Odessa and then started what, to a cat, was singing. To anybody outside of Moonbeam Farm, it would have sounded something like “Meeeoooow … Meeeeeeeuw … Miiiiiiaeo … Meeoweeeo!” However, what Odessa, Jaxon, and the man-servant heard was this:

You know I live on this farm,
Listen to Odessa ramble on.
Have a Jackalope for a friend,
And the man-servant? Let’s not pretend.
He leaves a lot to be desired.
Probably should never have retired.
Have you heard the news?
I got the Dewey farm-cat blues.

***

It rained all yesterday.
I mean … what else can I say?
I wanted to stay in and eat.
I am simply surrounded by treats,
But they’re locked away, I wonder why.
I know where they are … but they’re up too high.
I got the Dewey farm-cat blues.
I got the Dewey, I’m putting on weight and feeling lazy, farm-cat blues.

***

Then Man-Servant asks, what is wrong with me;
Steps over my empty bowl. Why doesn’t he see?
There’s a hungry cat on the floor,
Who has emptied one bowl and wants more,
But I just get ignored.
I’ll lay here and be bored.
I got the Dewey farm-cat blues.
I really got the Dewey farm-cat blues … oh yeah!

The farmhouse went very quiet.

Jaxon eventually spoke. “Notwithstanding your singing shortcomings, Dewey, I really do think that you need an adventure, as Odessa suggested. I believe that I have the adventure that would work for you.”

Dewey looked at him. “Really? What kind of adventure would that be?”

Odessa was also looking interested now. “Yes, Jaxon, now I am curious. What do you have in mind?”

Jaxon was shuffling his feet, which he always did when excited. “I am not going to tell you, but I can guarantee that you will not only enjoy it … you will never ever forget it.”

The man-servant was also intrigued. “Can you give us a clue, Jaxon?”

Odessa jumped up and down. “Of course, he can, Man-Servant! Why can’t you humans ask logical questions? What you should be asking is, ‘Will you give us a clue?’”

*****

If you are curious about what Jaxon has in mind, you can read all about the unique adventure in “The Odessa Chronicles!” Or perhaps you have someone on your Christmas list who you think may be interested, books make awesome gifts. They take you on a grand adventure without you ever having to leave the comfort of your home.

 

Bob and Bob (Part 2)

Here is a story to help you get your healthy dose of laughter for your day.  It is Part 2 of yesterday’s post about the seagulls “Bob and Bob”. If you missed Part 1 yesterday, here is the link.  Seagull Fun

If you have enjoyed this story, there are many more stories in “The Odessa Chronicles” book,  a collection of stories that will warm your heart and make you laugh. For more information you can click on the book cover in the right hand margin.

 

      Bob and Bob (Part 2)

The man-servant turned back and was now looking at the two gulls. This time, his approach was much smarter. “Bob One … step forward!” Bob One stepped forward. “Okay!” said the man-servant, “now I know who you both are, we need to talk.

Bob One looked at him. “So, you want to talk to Bob Three?”

The man-servant looked at him. “No! I want to talk to you two.”

“Yes,” said Bob One. “You want to talk to Bob Three!”

The man-servant was starting to get a little perturbed. “Look here, Bob One. If you are Bob One, and if he is Bob Two, then there is no Bob Three, or Bob Four.”

“Yes, there is!” said Bob One. “You can talk with me, Bob One. You can talk with him, Bob Two. If you want to talk to both of us, then you need Bob Three, or Bob Twelve depending on how you see it!”

The man-servant sighed. “Bob Twelve? Odessa, please help me out here!”

“Okay, Man-Servant,” said Odessa, “but it is really simple, at least from a gull’s perspective. If you want to talk with both Bob One and Bob Two, then one plus two equals three … hence, Bob Three. If you call out, ‘Bob Three’, they will both come and hear what you want to say. With your suggestion to name them Bob One and Bob Three, you can see why they immediately created Bob Four. It’s seagull logic.”

The man-servant thought about it for a moment, and then said “Bob Three!” and both gulls immediately gave him their attention. He turned once again to Odessa. “So where did Bob Twelve come from?”

Odessa sighed. “Gulls are like humans, in that they generally leave a lot to be desired, but in fairness, some are better educated than others. The less-educated ones will see Bob One and Bob Two as equaling Bob Twelve, with the number one in front of the number two!”

The man-servant was totally bewildered and started shaking his head. “Odessa,” he said, “would you please take over here, and explain to the Bobs where we are going, and answer any questions that they may have? Also let them know that they are welcome to stay on the boat for as long as they wish.”

Odessa smiled and nodded, while the man-servant turned to look out of the windows.

Although it was quite bright outside, there were still waves breaking over the bow and rushing past the windows. He could still hear the wind, but it did sound as if it had dropped in strength a little. “Well, guys,” he said, “can one of you wake Dewey up and introduce him to the Bobs? After that, perhaps get some food going around here? It was a long night, and if you’re anything like me, then you’re all really hungry.”

Jaxon and Odessa started opening up boxes and plastic containers, and soon everybody (including Dewey) was eating. The man-servant was eating a sardine sandwich, when a little piece of sardine fell to the floor.

“It’s mine!” said Bob One, diving to the floor.

“No, it’s not! It’s mine!” said Bob Two, also diving down, and bumping Bob One out of the way. Bob Two picked up the piece of fish, but Bob One flew past and took it from his beak.

“It’s mine!” he said.

“It’s mine!”

Bob Two flew up and then dropped down onto Bob One, who looked up to see what was happening, and dropped the piece of fish. Bob Two swooped across the floor and picked it up. “It’s mine! Told you it was mine!”

The man-servant, Odessa, Dewey, and Jaxon were watching all the activity, in amazement, as they continued scrapping over one small piece of fish.

The man-servant suddenly smiled. “I understand something now.” he said. “When I am at the coast, and watch the seagulls fighting over food, which seems to be all the time, what I used to hear as raucous gull noises, are really them all saying, ‘It’s mine, ‘No, it’s mine’, ‘Well, I saw it first’, ‘No, you didn’t’, ‘It’s mine now.’”

Just then, Bob Two dropped it again … and Dewey was right beneath him. Dewey caught it and swallowed it. “Here, gulls! Come to Dewey! Dewey has a surprise for you!”

The man-servant intervened. “No, Dewey,” he said, “these two are not for you to play with. They’re riding along with us until this storm moves on.”

The waves started to settle down as the day was coming to an end, and so the man-servant increased the Argo’s speed, pushing her quickly through the water throughout the whole night and into the following day. Bob and Bob wanted to leave the Argo and continue on their way by flying, so a door was opened and farewells offered, as they both flew out and up into the sky.

The man-servant turned to Odessa. “Who would have thought that we would meet Bob and Bob? In fact, who is going to believe the story about Bob and Bob?”

“Yes.” said Odessa. “You can talk to a Barn Owl, a cat, and a Jackalope, but who is going to believe a story about two seagulls? Humans really are quite strange. Anyway, strange human, you are looking really tired, and the steering wheel is still tied up, so why don’t you get some sleep? One of us will wake you up if anything changes up here.”

“Thank you Odessa. I think I will.”

 

 

 

It All Started with the Cat

I wasn’t planning on writing another post about the Emerald City today, but an idea came to me and so ….  Keep an eye out if you didn’t see your name in the the post I did on Thursday, The Return to the Emerald City you just never know, it might be in this post. And if you still don’t see your name, don’t give up hope, don’t feel bad please, another story will come! 🙂

It All Started with the Cat

It had started out as an ordinary day in the Emerald City. Glenda was walking to her job at the hospital  and the city was quiet in the early hours of the morning.  She was enjoying the peace when out of nowhere a cat ran right in front of her. It was so pretty. She quickly recognized it as Mollie, one of Kate’s cats. Kate had such a big heart for animals, cats were always coming to her door.  They may be sassy cats at times, but she loved them! http://coffeekatblog.com/2018/11/02/sassy-cats-odds-and-ends/

Glenda didn’t have long to wonder about Mollie, for close behind her came Charlie and Ray. The silence of the morning had been broken by Mollie’s screeching and hissing and the barking of dogs who felt like they were on a mission. Glenda watched as the Mollie raced up a tree and Charlie and Ray started howling up at it!

The dogs were followed by Kate running down the street yelling for Mollie. Glenda pointed to the large Oak tree on the corner by the city park. It’s leaves were so pretty this time of year. Kate and Glenda were discussing how to get Mollie down and soon from around the corner came Jodi calling for Charlie, who was followed by Colin calling for Ray. Both dogs quickly turned at the sound of their names and took one more look at the tree and then at their owners and started walking back to them. They were good dogs, but they couldn’t pass up the fun of chasing a cat.

Everyone was talking about how to get Mollie down. Kate was trying to coax her down by calling up to her, but Mollie was not convinced in the slightest and wouldn’t budge an inch.

About this time Maggie came walking down the street with her owner Di, who always had a smile for everyone.
Just in time Glenda noticed Di coming and told her to watch out for there was a pile of slippery wet leaves that she was coming up to. Di heard her and walked around the leaves so that she wouldn’t slip.  https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2018/10/30/tuesday-photo-challenge-slippery/

Maggie was glad to see her friends Charlie and Ray and soon the 3 dogs had forgotten about Mollie and were having fun running in the park with each other.

Colin had decided that he would go home and get his ladder and they could use that to get Mollie down from the tree. He and Ray started back home as Kate still tried her best to sweetly coax Mollie down. Jodi took Charlie home hoping it might help Mollie be more confident about coming down. Maggie was no threat as she had curled herself up in a ball under another tree in the park.

Meanwhile Mitch was walking down the street, stopping in at Jodi’s diner to get some of her delicious blueberry scones. Jodi was behind the counter feeling a little frazzled, for she had almost been late opening up the diner because of Charlie’s little escapade. She told Mitch about it and he thought poor Kate and Mollie. He was hoping that his cat was still inside their home being a satisfied cat on top of its fluffy cushions and hadn’t got any wild ideas of going on an adventure.  http://mitchteemley.com/2018/10/08/a-satisfied-cat-2/

The bell chimed as the door to Jodi’s diner opened up again. It was getting to be busy, for this was the place to be in the morning for delicious danishes, scones, and muffins. Nancy came in, it was hard for her to make up her mind today so she told Jodi that she wanted a little bit of this and that, pointing to all the various delicacies. https://nrhatch.wordpress.com/2018/10/23/a-bit-of-this-that/

Kate, Glenda and Di were standing at the Oak tree still sweetly talking to Mollie and slowly ever so slowly she started coming down the tree.  Then POUNCE, she startled Kate as she had jumped and landed on her shoulder digging her claws in a little. Kate winced but was very glad to have Mollie safely out of the tree.

Shortly after Mollie had made her leap from the tree, Colin came walking up to them with the ladder. He was smiling when he saw Mollie. “Guess you don’t need this ladder anymore, eh!”

Kate laughed as she replied, “No, I don’t think I do, but thanks for bringing it. Now I think I will take her back home and check in on my other 2 mischievous darlings. See you all later” and she waved bye.

Glenda looked down at her watch, ” OH I need to hurry, going to be late for my rounds at the hospital, bye, have a great day!”

Di looked at Colin and said, “Well, would you like to go to Jodi’s Diner, you probably worked up an appetite with carrying that ladder all this way. ”

“Sure, I could go for some of Jodi’s fabulous donut holes and a latte.”  replied Colin,  and they started towards the diner when they heard Mike calling to them from down the street.

“Hey Colin, could I use your ladder please? I saw this amazing yellow warbler and I would love a closer look at it to take a picture.”  Mike was always looking for wildlife to take pictures of and he did a great job at getting wonderful shots.

“Sure, here you go. Glad I could help.”

“Thanks, it looks like an angel, hopefully its still there!” Mike replied as he took the ladder and hurried off to the tree.  http://michaelqpowell.com/2018/05/03/looks-like-an-angel/

“This day has just started and already so much has happened”, said Di.

“Well to quote the great wise Pooh Bear, “Today is the perfect day to have a perfect day!” said Colin. They both laughed as the bell chimed once more when they opened the door to Jodi’s diner which was full now,  with friends eating and chatting. Good food, good friends, the day was off to the perfect start!

 

 

Friday’s Super Short Stories with a Bonus!

Sometimes things don’t go as planned … sometimes they work out better!

Birthdays are a Blessing and should be celebrated no matter how old you get … just be careful with the candles!

Gifts aren’t necessary but its the thought behind them that makes them special!

Happy Friday everyone! I thought I would add a bonus story for today. It’s a longer story but I thought it would be extra appropriate today.

The following excerpt is from a story in “The Odessa Chronicles” that Colin had shared on his blog last month. It is called “The Birthday Surprise” 

Aren’t birthdays special! In this story it was the man-servant’s birthday and Odessa, Dewey and Jaxon wanted to make it special for him, for that’s what friends do for each other right.  They wanted to send him on a vacation and after thinking about how they could manage that Odessa came up with an idea! Enjoy a peek into the story.

The Birthday Surprise

Odessa was jumping up and down. “It’s easy!” she said. “I’ve been flying over the nearby towns, and just recently, they’ve been releasing lots of balloons for some reason.”

Dewey looked at her in disbelief. “What do balloons have to do with the man-servant going on vacation?”

Odessa was still jumping up and down. “Look, Dewey, you’re a cat, so you don’t understand things like air currents, thermals, air travel, gravity, and all that stuff, but I do. We need to get a lot of those balloons, and we’ll soon have the man-servant on his way! Simple! What could possibly go wrong?”

The towns were too far away for Dewey and Jaxon, so they cleared a space in the barn near the roof, as Odessa instructed, and waited. It wasn’t long before they heard the familiar whoosh-whoosh and Odessa arrived with two balloons. Dewey and Jaxon watched in amazement as Odessa let go of them, and they rose gracefully up into the roof of the barn. By the end of that day, all three of them looked in awe at all the balloons that were up in the roof.

Dewey suddenly turned to Odessa. “That’s all very pretty, but how are they going to help us?”

Odessa gave a little grunt of frustration “I wish you were a Barn Owl. Talking to you would be so much easier. Look at those balloons. Don’t they give you any ideas? Have you no imagination?”

Jaxon then started hopping around excitedly. “I know!” he said. “I know! I know how it’s going to work!”

Odessa looked at him. “Good for you, Jaxon. Now, would you mind explaining it to this cat?”

Jaxon looked straight at Dewey. “Now concentrate, Dewey. Odessa brought all those balloons from the town, right?” Dewey nodded. “They don’t belong to us, right? Like, Odessa stole them, right?” Dewey nodded. “Well then, once we tell the man-servant what happened, he will want to take them all back to that town to return them. He can then have a vacation. Brilliant!”

The barn went very quiet as Dewey tried to make sense of what he had just heard. Meanwhile, Odessa had walked away, shaking her head and muttering something about being surrounded by idiots.

A few moments later, Odessa walked back to them. “Listen up you two! You may have no clue about much of anything, but you do have to understand what we are going to do here. This is my plan. We take all those strings hanging down from the balloons and tie them together. Then we all pull hard to bring the balloons down here, where we tie them to something really heavy … say that old tractor in the corner. Then we invite the man-servant over. We give him the balloon strings, cut the ties to the tractor, and then voila! Man-Servant will be able to fly with the balloons, and go wherever he wants to go. He’ll have a lovely adventure-filled vacation!”

Dewey had a big smile on his face, but Jaxon was looking serious. “I have one small question.”

“Okay.” said Odessa. “What part of my plan are you not understanding, Jaxon?”

“Well,” said Jaxon, “when we give him the balloons, and cut the ties on the tractor, the man-servant will fly upwards with the balloons, right?”

“Exactly!” said Odessa. “Now, if only Dewey could grasp that!”

But Jaxon hadn’t finished. “Odessa,” he said, “when the man-servant flies upwards, he’s going to hit the roof of this barn. How does he get himself out through the open door?”

Odessa look stunned for a moment. “Ah … mmm … well … I see you spotted my deliberate mistake, Jaxon. Congratulations! Of course, we need to get the balloons outside the barn before we give them to the man-servant.”

Jaxon was still not happy with Odessa’s plan. “Odessa,” he said again, “won’t the balloons fly away in whatever direction the wind is blowing?”

Odessa looked at him. “Well … yes, of course.”

“Well then,” continued Jaxon, “how will he know where he is going for his vacation, and how will he get back here?”

“Well,” said Odessa, “that’s a minor detail, which I shall have to work on. Give me a few minutes, but in the meantime, let’s get all those balloons tied to the old tractor.”

Are you curious?  What do you think may happen? Would love to hear your thoughts about the story.  If you would like to know what happens in this story and in many others just click on the image of “The Odessa Chronicles” in the column on the right.

 

 

 

A High Flying Adventure!

Dewey is your typical cat as in the fact that he likes to do his own thing, no matter what you may say. He will listen to you when you tell him his food is ready, but he may not always listen when you try to caution him about some things!

“The Odessa Chronicles” is filled with stories of the crazy adventures that Dewey and his friends get involved in.  Today I would like to share an excerpt from “The Odessa Chronicles”,  that Colin had shared on his blog last month. It is about a high flying adventure that Dewey goes on.  When you have a Jackalope that can work magic, you never know what surprises may be in store! Enjoy!

 

Background: Jaxon had worked some magic which had enabled Dewey to fly, but how long would the magic last?. Dewey, being a typical cat, did not listen to any of the instructions from Jaxon and the man-servant, and flew away and out  of sight. Odessa was asleep in the barn on her roof beam when the man-servant woke her up …

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When the man-servant and Jaxon realized that Dewey could soon be crashing into the ground, they decided to wake up Odessa. They both went into the barn and stood beneath her roof beam. “Odessa!” called the man-servant. “Odessa! Wake up!”

Odessa opened one eye and looked down at him. “What on earth is your problem?” she said. “I have been out all night, and this is my sleep time. Have you no respect for others?”

Jaxon then explained the magic that had enabled Dewey to fly. Odessa looked at him in disbelief. “You actually thought it would be a good idea to give a cat wings? What were you thinking? I guess that was the problem, as you were obviously not thinking!” Odessa then looked at the man-servant. “I guess you agreed to this insanity?”

The man-servant was feeling a little embarrassed. “Yes,” he said. “I thought it would be kind of interesting to see how Dewey got on with flying.”

Odessa paced up and down her roof beam, muttering something under her breath about being surrounded by idiots. She suddenly stopped and looked down at both of them. “Incredible!” she said. “We have a Jackalope with too much magic available to him, and a human who does not think things through too well! Incredible!”

The man-servant looked back up at Odessa. “We need your help, Odessa.”

“Yes, I can well imagine that you do, being as I am the only one here who can also fly! Don’t tell me … Dewey flew off and you have no idea where he is. Am I right?”

“You are quite right, Odessa,” said the man-servant.

“Of course, I am!” said Odessa. “I am a Barn Owl! You are a human, and Dewey’s a cat! Who needs to know anything else? Giving him the ability to fly was doomed from the moment you guys dreamed up the idea!”

The man-servant and Jaxon both apologized for waking up Odessa, and she slowly settled down. “I suppose you want me to find him, right?”

“Yes, please,” said the man-servant. “He took off over the fields in the general direction of the Big Water.”

Odessa suddenly looked very serious. “You guys do understand that if he tries to fly over the Big Water, he is not likely to be coming back. He is not designed for very efficient flying, and I doubt if he would get even halfway across. Anyway, I shall fly as high as I can, which should give me the best chance of seeing him. I cannot see it being that difficult to spot a flying cat.

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