Tuesday, May 15, 2018

She's trying to kill me!

I have not kept in touch lately with you all and though cats never apologize ––it is not in the rule book –– I have missed you all, and i feel badly about the entire situation.  Judy has not been her entertaining self these past six months and, well, to be honest, I’m just going to put it out there. 
She has been treating me badly. I know! I can’t believe it either.
 I don’t like to post my dirty cat litter here for the world to see, but Judy really has gotten out of control. I’m resorting to you my readers, blog followers and Facebook friends to help me out.
Like I said, I am a good cat. Judy loves me. At least she used to. So, why do I feel like she’s trying to kill me?

I first suspected she had this inclination after I spent TWO HOURS crouched on the counter next to the kitchen faucet, staring at her.  She looked right at me.  She knew I was staring at her. She knew what I wanted……well, I am almost sure she did. Sometimes people are so clueless. I hate to include her in that category.  But still….
 She tried to disguise her dark intentions by showing me my water bowl. “Here, Sportster. Here's your water.” Her voice was high, sweet sounding, like she really cared that I was thirsty. Meowing, I turned away and rubbed up against the faucet and proceeded to suck the few drops clinging at the end of the faucet.

She pushed me away from the faucet and shoved me over to my water bowl. Stinking  her finger in the water bowl, she splashed the stale water into my face, trying to get me to look.  “Right here Sportster. Take a drink.”

She knows I never drink from the bowl.  What does she take me for?  She’s way too eager for me to drink that water. You know what I mean?

I wracked my brain. This all had started two days ago, when she didn’t wake up after the alarm went off, so I sat on her head. She yelled at me. I chirped, my way of saying, “I’m sorry.”

Maybe she wants to do me in, because I want to go for longer walks. I pester her too much, these days.I never let up, I meow and meow. I pace like a caged lion.  She used to be so good about all these things, getting up on time and tending to all my whims. But now, something’s wrong.
Sometimes she had even swung at me with that stick she carried with her everywhere, telling me to move out of the way of her and the stick. 
If I gave her my sad face, she said, “It will all be better,” she says,” when this is all over.  I will take you on your long walks again, I promise.”  At times her sad voice cried out in pain. I didn’t know what was wrong with her.
I began to seek out other places for water. I padded into the bathroom after she exited. Putting my paws up on the toilet seat, I peered into the bowl.
 She shouted at me. “Oh no you don’t! Scoot right on out of there.” She closed the toilet lid. 

When she took a shower that night I beat my paws against the shower curtain trying to get past the barrier in order to reach the enticing running water. She shouted at me then, too. “You’re going to tear up the curtain!” But I didn’t stop.  Now she keeps the bathroom door closed.

I went three days without water –– except the few sips I sneaked during the night from my bowl while Judy slept.  I was dry as a lizard on top of a hot rock in the Arizona sun.
 On the third day I sat in front of my water bowl, staring at the water. It was beginning to look pretty good.   

Talking on the phone with her girlfriend, Judy watched me.  She laughed while she related my efforts to her friend about how i try to get a drink of water. I wanted to scratch her eyes out.  I pushed her coffee mug off the counter and it clattered to the floor. Darn! It didn't even break.

I couldn’t believe she was trying to kill me and laughing about it, too!

I think this entire situation has something to do with that stick she carries around. She changed after she began taking the thing everywhere with her. 
Something’s not right with her.  Lately, she seems sad, even though now she was laughing.
“He makes me feel so sorry for him," she was saying to her friend. " Poor baby, but I can’t give in.”   
I rubbed  my shoulder up against Judy and she petted me as she talked.
Did you hear what she said? She’s never going to give in to my demands. My throat is so dry I can’t meow anymore. What am I going to do? I am going to die.  I never thought I would go out this way.

She continued on with her phone conversation.
 “The Dr. says he doesn’t want me doing the steps in the motorhome right after my surgery. My rig is parked on the street in front of the house but still, I can’t expect my daughter to come out several times a day for the next four to six weeks, just to turn on the water so he can drink from the faucet. He’s got to learn to drink from his water bowl. That’s all there is to it.”
 Where was she going?  I can’t drink form the faucet AND she’s going to leave me?

Please check out my first book, ACTIVATE LION MODE, book one in The Feline Fury Series. Help me to carry the life saving message of this powerful book. 

Besides, my treats are running low.

Book One of the Feline Fury Series

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Friday, May 11, 2018

Happy Mothers Day from Sportster and Judy Howard


This  Mother's Day I am excited to announce  Judy and I  are offering  an 
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I'm honoring my mom, Judy Howard,  this Mother's Day.  Because of her,  I am special. Not many cats have followed in my paw prints.

I experienced my first mother’s day May, 2005. I was eighteen days old and snuggling with my siblings and mom, who lived in a dirt cave behind the bushes that lined the golf course.  I only knew warmth, safety and a full belly. Life was good.

The weeks passed,I grew stronger, and my eyes opened.  I longed to venture out into the world but mom insisted I not go far.

When mom didn’t return from hunting mice on the golf course one night, I waited for her. My siblings cried. After several days my sister, the smallest, quit crying. Her silence prodded me to leave in search for mom.
I wandered the streets, hiding in shrubs when cars whizzed by, and scrambling up trees when the coyotes roamed the golf course. The cold desert nights made me shiver. I ate bugs and drank from the gutter. I was weary but could not stop to rest.

I must have dozed off when the man swept me up. Terrified, I squirmed but his big hands enclosed me like a cage.

That was the day my life changed. I met Judy. On that day I never dreamed  I would live the life I am living.  Ten mother’s days have passed. I know of no other cat who has walked in my paw prints.  This is a tribute to my mom.

Yes, the downside is that she is  a pet groomer. Baths are common and I complain a lot. But afterward I am soft, fluffy, and I smell like lavender.  have never had a flea.  
And she dresses me up. But I am a celebrity now. The demands as  co-author of Judy's first two books, my own blog, and my own book coming out this year are never ending.
Photo shoots are a necessity in marketing. We don't stay on the top limb without  a lot of caterwauling.

All in all, as I review my time with my mom, my life is full of adventure.

How many cats have considered kayaking? ...

... Or traveled across the country with their friends  Tweety Bird and Birdy Bird?

...or prayed on a mountain top?

Because of my mom, I have meditated along  the waters of Slidell, Louisiana.

 ... and researched the living habits of creatures my fellow felines have only known in their dreams.

And I have learned to look to the heavens . 
I've listened to my two  audio books ,COAST TO COAST WITH A CAT AND A GHOST  and GOING HOME WITH CAT AND A GHOST.

Thanks to you Judy Howard, I am the greatest cat in the world!!

So Mom,
This is for you.

I love you this much!!

Thursday, August 31, 2017

Life is a page turner.

Life is full of good times and bad. Like a good book, the various events are  embedded on  its pages.
  I worry over the stressful  times when the shiny bottom of  my  food dish appears. 
Yet I'm thrilled by the  happy times when  a plate of smoked salmon lays before me,  or when I get to lick the cream that  clings to the rim of Judy's coffee mug. 
Sometimes life gives me  a fresh clean-smelling litter box when only the day before I  struggled the with a rank, crowded bathroom which  provided no place to squat.

 Life is a page turner. 

What pushes  me through those days of stinging,  sinus-clearing odors and  tummy growling  parts of life to reach  the happy, peaceful  side?What makes me willing to face the real fears of life?   What makes my life spectacular? 

Faith is ... 
Believing  the black, bad times pave  the way for warm, bright  places.

                                                       Nature's beauty calms my  soul and quiets my  mind. I never tire of my life on the road.

River walks and hiking trails to stalk. Chasing red fallen leaves and lapping from blue mountain pools. Shivering in the shade of chilly, snow crest mountains and pondering and rolling upon the carpets of lush, sweet-smelling grasses.

I watch squirrels and rabbits scamper past our door and lizards bask on rocks heated by the sun. I contemplate my tail and why it twitches before I ponce on the big bug meandering across my path. And still, I dream of far off places.
Always the world, new and exciting  .... and scary, awaits when I venture out of my cozy, safe den on wheels. 

I wonder about life and what is to come. Will it be tuna or salmon tonight?
I never ponder more than a few hours at a time, because, really, that is all any of us have.

Look out the window, see what I see. 
Do you hear the water making its   musical waltz as it trickles or roars, or rushes on its way? Have you heard the thunder and lightning, exciting and stimulating as war drums?

My evenings are neon-lit sunsets my nights, fluorescent from a full moon or glittering from the limited light of a Russian moon.

   Go ahead look out the window and dream!

Please check out my first book, ACTIVATE LION MODE, book one in The Feline Fury Series. Help me to carry the life saving message of this powerful book. 

Besides, my treats are running low.

Book One of the Feline Fury Series

And don’t forget to go to Judy’s Amazon Author Page to see all of our books.

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Living a Big Cat's Life

I want to scratch the surface on how to live a purposeful life. My friends and readers aspire to live my Big Cat's Life like I am living. Some even envy me. Acceptance, and  if you cannot accept , the courage to change  are the keys  to my  Big Cat's  Life. 
Acceptance is a big issue these days. All I have to share with you is
my experience. I came from the streets of Sun City, California. No, it’s not like the Bronx in the seventies. But as a homeless kitten whose mother disappeared I might as well been in a war zone. I made it out, but I had to make hard choices …some that still haunt me today.

A she-cat, wiser and older, befriended me when I was hungry and frightened and missing my mom. Her scruffy presence proved she’d fought for what she had, which was meager.  A stick cave in a thick bush alongside an abandoned shack of a house. I’ve never forgotten Arlene. She shared her knowledge of surviving and taught this young tom about giving and caring.  We ate together and slept together. I snuggled up to her scent, which was sweet to me, and slept warm and safe. Her bravery and lack of bitterness toward her circumstances made it easy for me to love her.
She warned me, “Stay clear of the people! Hide!” But I didn’t
listen. As I sat on a cold concrete park bench, shivering in the rain, a do-gooder swept me up and cuddled me in his big warm arms. I felt so safe …and warm. Did I say how warm and safe I felt? He carried me off … and away from Arlene.

  I ended up with Judy and living a good life.  I had gotten lucky. Yet I have thought of Arlene often. I miss her still. I had fallen in love with her.  
I accepted my new life, perhaps because I didn’t have the courage to go back to the streets and search for Arlene. Life has a way of moving on. I will always feel bad that I left, not knowing how she made out.  
Regret is a path I choose not to follow. Cats live in the present. We accept reality. If I had gone back, who is to say what our lives would have been? What I do know is that my choices have given me opportunities to live a purposeful life. Arlene gave me that confidence. Through her eyes I discovered I was not a throw-away cat.  
Others, good or bad, come upon our path for a reason. Whether we scratch their eyes out, spray on their leg, or love them when others say it won’t work, how we react will determine how the scene plays out. 
Here is my scene. Laying in the grass, after playing with a
leaf turned golden by the change of the season. Studying the sway of the trees and chirping back at the squawking ducks. Peace and serenity. 

Make your choices and don’t look back.

Please check out my first book, ACTIVATE LION MODE, book one in The Feline Fury Series. Help me to carry the life saving message of this powerful book. 

Besides, my treats are running low.

Book One of the Feline Fury Series

And don’t forget to go to Judy’s Amazon Author Page to see all of our books.

Thursday, June 29, 2017

The bountiful freedom of owning Less.

The Freedom Of Letting Go

Judy Howard

Six months ago I let go.  Mom sold off my hippopotamus tunnel, the one I could crawl inside  and peek out his butt…yet  I never did.  She got rid of most all my toys, the rubber mouse, the spider that bounced, and the sock with catnip that didn’t smell like cat nip. She gave away my food and water dishes.

 Freedom is letting go, but I freaked when I saw my treasures on the auction block. I love my stuff. I may not have played with everything but my things comforted me.  I slept contentedly, purring loudly, believing the possessions around me were evidence Mom loved me. When people who came to visit, I impressed them with  my multitude of  belongings, convincing them of my importance.

All of that is gone now. I kept my favorite clothes -- my Harley jacket and skull cap, my Hearst Castle T-shirt that matches Mom's, and my assortment of holiday bandannas, all of which Mom  stowed away, out of sight, in the motor home.

So what do I have now? 

Not much.  My tiger bed, my Harley Davidson mouse and a small puddle of toys.A small,compact food and water dish remains, but  at least it's chrome. 

 Yet, now I have so much more.

These days I enjoy ongoing adventures. For the past six happening months on the road, I've traveled nine cat nippin’ states! I don't want to ever quit prowling!

What I have now stretches out across the black asphalt ahead, promising infinite  experiences yet to come. My tail twitches at the immensity of  the concept. 

I have fallen asleep under  Oregon stars while recalling chasing chipmunks and squirrels as the images of the sea gulls swooping across the beaches  dance in my head.

 I’ve swished my tail with  the excitement of prowling the plains of South Dakota , sniffing exotic scents left behind by the roaming antelope and  buffalo.

In every state I’ve taunted protesting ravens, more   than I can count, who hate my presence. But after a fun filled day of aggravating them,  I’ve  also dozed off, listening to the songs of Montana’s Meadowlarks.

Thunder clouds hypnotize me. They call my name. 

The soft rumble of the motor home's tires lull into a happy contented mood.

The best part of my day?  

The thrill of pulling into a campground, a national park, truck stop or Walmart. It doesn’t matter where. 
Wherever we spend the night  my new home promises surprising adventures, new sights and smells, and new people with  their pets.  I'll study the river rushing past my door ....


.... or watch the rain patter and dance on my new patio.

Tuckered out, I  sleep in Freedom's bed and dream sweet dreams.
Please enjoy 
my Fourth of July  Freedom Video
while the steaks are grilling on the barbie.

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