Uh, yeah, the picture is sideways. Sorry! I'm a cat, not a blog expert...it's pretty amazing that I even got the silly picture here at all, don't you think? Just turn your head a little to the right...that's it...
Have a meowy nice day!!
Anyone have any romantic Valentine's Day plans? I know Sarita sent out a stack of cards last week...I still haven't gotten mine but I'm sure it's coming. I mean, it must be...don't you think?
Don't you?
I thought so. It just must be delayed a bit. That postal lady looks like she's pretty busy. Maybe my Valentine is at the bottom of her stack. All right, I'll practice patience. Patience isn't one of my strong points but I'll work on it this time.
Hmmph... Just thinking...if a Valentine doesn't come soon, I'm going to sit right down with a pint of Ben & Jerry's vanilla and dip my whiskers in. I mean it, I'll lick the bottom of that pint clean. Who knows? I might even go back for a second if that postal lady doesn't deliver.
What about you? Is your mailbox overflowing with pink envelopes yet? Have you sent out your Valentines? And, this inquisitive mind wants to know... are you planning to spend the special day with anyone, um, special?
Me? I've got a sneaky suspicion that I'll have a date...with Ben...and Jerry.
OOH!
A review!
I know Sarita isn't big on sharing reviews here but hey, I'm in charge so I'll do what I want to do, say what I want to say, share what I want to share, shout what...ah, you get the idea. What can I say? There's just no way to muzzle an expressive feline.
Anyhow, Sandswept was reviewed at MyShelf.com. I was totally jazzed to see this review! The full review can be found here. I especially liked this part:
"If you’re looking to escape for a while (mentally, at least) to a remote, idyllic island, this is the book for you. It’s a short, bittersweet tale about overcoming loss. Despite being the second in the Chincoteague Island Mysteries series, it’s much more a romance than it is a mystery."
Of course, this series is near and dear to my heart. I was born on Chincoteague, you know. My humans relocated me to New York but there will always be room in my heart for my birthplace.
Oh, it's a lot more difficult to come up with something to blog about every morning than it looks. I've always considered myself one of those discriminating, but friendly, chatty felines but this morning I've got nothing. Nada. Zip. Zero. Zilch. Niente.
Nothing. Not a word.
What does Sarita do when words elude her? Oh. Right. We're talking about Sarita, aren't we? Words never elude her. Just ask her husband--he'll tell you!
Uh oh. I might just be getting my furry little self in trouble here, talking trash about the lady who feeds and brushes me. Gives me treats. Scrambles me an egg when I have an upset tummy.
Hmm... I'd better pick a safer topic. A few days ago I watched The Pink Panther. Steve Martin always cracks me up; he used a line throughout the movie that got him out of almost every sticky situation. Think it'll work here? I'll give it a go...
Nice weather we've been having, eh?
Before she passed on, my sister Mimi had an idea about writing our own book. It was a good idea, I think, but since she was undeniably the smarter sister I’ve let the thought drop now that she’s gone. No, don’t feel sorry for me…I always knew she got the brainy gene in the family. No doubt about that! But we all have our roles to fill…someone had to be the cute one, don’t you think?
Anyhow, Mimi thought we should write a book. After all, we watch Sarita do it all the time and, between us, mind you, it doesn’t look that hard. She sits around with her computer, typing or staring at the sky. Sometimes she mutters, or closes her eyes and puts her head down. Mimi used to say we could do those things—all except for the typing, that is.
You know, I’ve been thinking…she might have had a point. And although I’m more of a looker than a brainiac, I just might be able to pull off the book thing. How hard can it be?
Sarita says that everyone has a story to tell. Me? I’ve got one, too—a tale of four cats who took a long trip from Virginia to New York…
What about you? Is there a story you’re itching to tell? Or maybe you’re already telling your story…if you are, how’s it going?
And…do you have any typing tips for someone without fingers? Hmm?
The Weather Channel predicts more snow. 
In case you haven't yet noticed, I'm a cat. And, in spite of the fact that I'm--if I do say so myself--a pretty savvy feline, I'm still a cat where it counts--at heart. So, I take delight in doing some cat-ish (never catty!) things, like birdwatching.
But, in the throes of winter, there are very few birds to be watched, aside from the turkeys. And really, once you've seen one turkey you've pretty much seen them all, don't you think?
So I am waiting. Waiting to watch.
My favorites...
The red-winged blackbird.
Bluebird.
Finch.
I suppose I can see why the bluebirds are snowbirds.
The puple martin igloos...uh, houses.
Sheesh.
I guess we all look at things from different angles, don’t we? I mean, everyone has their own point of view. I hear Sarita muttering about POV while she’s writing, too, so I have an idea even characters in a book have got their own slant on the world.
Me? My point of view is pretty basic, given that it’s in the general vicinity of your ankles.
Feet. I see a lot of feet. And shoes. Loads of shoes. And, like I said earlier, ankles. Tons of ankles—one for every foot and shoe, as a matter of fact.
The way I see it, there are as many points of view as there are ankles, feet and shoes. Lots of them are similar, but there is still an enormous variety to choose from.
Take your sneakers, for example. Or, for Sarita’s friend Australian Judy, trainers. They come in all colors. Low- and high-tops. Some have that Velcro stuff that sounds like cottonballs being torn apart and gives me shivers right up to the tip of my tail. Others have enough reflective buckles, glow-in-the-dark laces and lights in their heels to help any pilot safely land his airplane. There are mule sneakers, something I find totally confusing because, really, how practical are sneakers without backs? Besides, who really wants to put their toes into something named after an animal who also goes by the title “ass”? Hmm? The mind pictures involved in pondering that one are just too scary to share!
But back to sneakers, in all their shapes and sizes… It seems there’s a sneaker for almost every foot, doesn’t there? And while I’ve never personally worn sneakers—or shoes for that matter, although I did try on a blue sock once—I figure they are like points of view. With so many to choose from, there’s just got to be a perfect fit for everyone, doesn’t there?
This is one of my favorite spots, and views, here on the farm. Of course the pond is ice now and the snow is so deep I couldn't make my way there without the help of a horse-drawn sleigh (or being carried by one of my humans, which is my favorite mode of travel!) but the memory of this spot, and its view, keeps me company during even the coldest winter hours.
What about you? Are there any special spots that live on in your mind's eye, and your heart, even when you're not able to visit in person?
