Category: Cat tales
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Welcome Home Walter Mitty!
Welcome Home Walter Mitty! From the Journals of Most Beloved July 21, 2023 Friday and feels like Saturday 81 degrees and buggy Sun is shining (finally!) Torrential rain and hail twice this week The new cat, Walter Mitty, sleeps in the room overlooking the back gardens. He’s sleeping in MY condo, third tier, just like…
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Ode to Joy of Being a Cat
From the Journals of Most Beloved: Ode to Joy of Being a Cat From the Journals of Most Beloved Ode to Joy of Being a Cat Scherzo. Forte. Crescendo without dénouement. Succession of notes, days metered in the click-click of 4/4, key of A (for August heat), unstable and trilling, repetition the same and in…
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Finding Spring in the Snow: Happiness is the Color of Daffodils
Daffodils in Early Spring With their creamy yellow centers surrounded by snow-white petals, Daffodils bring smiles of joy and unbridled happiness in anticipation of spring. Saturday and I’m dilly-dallying the day away. Frivolously, I might add, and contentedly I must add, for I am alone with she who loves and adores me. Just the two…
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Happy Spring and Artful Blooms! A Poem by the Cat
Celebration in Spring Blooms -by Most Beloved A Poem by the Cat Celebration in Spring Blooms by Most Beloved The serviceberries opened their white blossoms this week. A gentle breeze scatters their petals and airborne, they sift and drift down, joy in their flight, celebration in their journey. Most Affectionately Yours, Most Beloved
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A Mother’s Day to Remember-Cali Cat Has Kittens
Mother’s Day Surprise A glorious May Mother’s Day, replete with brilliant blue skies and wisps of sun-drenched clouds, became gardens requiring enormous clean-up once the storm had passed. We had walked in the mid-afternoon, savoring the sun and remarking on the cerulean blue sky. But we had no longer returned home before the skies grew…
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From the Journals of Most Beloved-Dreaming of Roses
Somewhere between here and there– Autumn in the Midwest November now-Late fall, crunchy leaves, shades of muted yellows and browns, trees standing stark against this November gray. In the midst of a dreary rain on a late fall afternoon, one must dream forward to an invincible spring, one where everywhere the gardens awaken. Only a…




