Thursday, August 31, 2017

Life is a page turner.

Like a good book, life is full of good times and bad, the various events embedded among  its pages.  I worry over the stressful  times when the shiny bottom of  my empty food dish appears. And 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 makes me willing to face the real fears of life?  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 my life spectacular? 

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!

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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

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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.
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Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Fathers and Fond Memories - Roots and Broken Rules

I don’t celebrate Father’s Day.  I don’t know who my father was.  He yelled out a loud caterwaul and leaped back over the fence, leaving my mom with nothing left but  his memory and me. 
I was only a newborn but I remember the story well, as she licked my face clean and nudged me close to her.
  I dreamed of him and I wondered why he left us. I had other siblings. There were four of us. I was young but I could see the hardship of feeding us was taking its toll on mom. Listening to the mews and meows from the others stressed me,
so  I refused my meager share that mom brought home. I was only a burden. I struck out on my own.

It was rough on my own. My hunting prowess lacked experience.  A cheesy wrapper, carried by the night breeze, drifted by me, its aroma tantalizing my empty tummy. I set out on the chase. 
Suddenly from nowhere,  a big tom appeared and planted his paws in my path. His tail straight, his fur spiked. He  roared in my face. His green eyes glowed. 
I crouched. Lowering my nose to my paws, I mewed as the promise of dinner floated past. Then he spat at me. And I ran.

I dove under the trash bin as the blur of a she-cat shot past my retreat.  The yowls and screams gave me pause and I skidded to a stop.  Now it was the big tom who retreated, and the she-cat, twitching her tail and chirping, trotted towards me the wrapper between her teeth and flapping against her face.  She dropped it at my feet, slapping her paw, her beautiful soft paw, on her prize so it wouldn’t blow away.  She waited.

My surprise glued my feet in place. Hope that the hunger I had known for so long might end with this simple act from this silky, soft,warm ball of fur. 
The scent of her pulled me back to reality. She chirped again.   I devoured the cheese and chunks of fish, which clung to the waxed paper dinner plate.

Petunia changed my life.

  I no longer beat myself up. Petunia’s kindness warmed me deep inside. I didn’t have to put myself down anymore. Sure, my dad didn’t care about me, and I was a burden to my mom and my siblings, but at that moment ,when I looked into Petunia’s golden eyes, I knew she thought I was worth  something and I felt safe from the outside world. 

  I accepted my roots. I didn’t have a dad in my life but I heard stories. He was mean and brazen and he ruled the neighborhood. From the outside he was an outlaw. Yet I am not ashamed to admit, if Petunia had not appeared that night, I probably would have followed in his prowling, gigolo paw prints. We all are capable of desperate  actions during trying times.   And my mom? She loved me and did the best she could.   
I broke the rules that night. I followed Petunia home.  I decided to trust my instincts –– to trust her. Even when  all society’s rules –– the ones which labeled me as a bastard and a no-good loser ––the warnings that reminded everyone  not to trust anyone , to  be afraid, and  be practical,  rang in my ears –– I spat in the world’s face.
 I grabbed  onto my  indescribable, makes-no-sense,  feelings and I  followed her home.
I quit doubting myself. I accepted my past. And against all odds, I came to have faith that the events, the people  and she-cats or tom-cats who came into my life  were necessary and like scented trails for me to follow..

Events occur in  life….we must accept, adapt, and overcome.
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Friday, May 26, 2017

Live The Good Life _ Thank A Veteran!!

I cannot let this day go by without a word to all the men and women who have made it possible for a cat like me to live the good life. Not a day goes by that I don't send a message out to the universe,  stating my pride for my country  and my humble gratitude for all that I enjoy.

My life is charmed. I am a lucky cat that I don't live in a country who would not hesitate to list me as an ingredient in their dinner recipe.  Or, in a country who who would use my pelt to warm them on cold winter nights, never mind that I live in California. Or, in a country where my teeth  would be harvested for a king's necklace.

I am grateful I live in a country where I have freedom to express myself.
I have the freedom worship the cat Gods, if I so choose.

I can  dance in the street.
Our children are free to imagine.

I have the right to hunt and bear arms.

Please give thanks for the life we live and  to those men and  women who sacrificed their lives to protect our freedom to live ours..

God Bless the United States   Military.
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Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Scratching Out Startling New Ideas, Pouncing On Amazing Beginnings, and Chasing Remarkable New Adventures.

Judy Howard  
Sportster The Cat

 This time of year represents new beginnings. A time to chase new ideas, sniff fresh catnip, and prowl for new adventures. Spring is when the world blooms with promise. 

I need a bigger basket!

I'm tired of squeezing into the same box, batting around the same toy, and sleeping in the same place. It’s time to hit the road, stretch my legs, and leap to new heights.

 Judy and I are climbing up the new proverbial  tree. We have decided to live full-time in our motor home. like the decision , the tree is high , the trunk might be slippery and  the climb may not  be an easy leap  over the fence. Others have gone before us, We will glean knowledge from their experiences. 
I have made a  promise to myself not to compare my possessions and accomplishments to those of my friends. Many of my cat friends, who live in monster, diesel pushing homes and sleep in three tiered kitty condos never dare to come outside.
They never smell the grass or roll around scratching their back on the  fresh clean dirt. Those cats never prowl or  catch the river’s wet scent or drink from the cool, fresh-flowing water. They’ve never felt the thrill of challenging a frog until it escaped, plopping into the deep, dark waters. And I’ll bet they’ve never watched, in wonder as   the fish dance their pirouettes in the stream’s secluded alcoves. For me, it is not been a good day until I finish it off, dozing to the wood pecker’s tapping, echoing rhythm.
From now on, I will measure my success against my own standards because success is not all of those things those plush-living cats own.
For me, success is about  experiencing  places and things that will make me grow and become more "Royal."

01-IMAG1685-001.jpgI will be more successful if get to know myself better. There's always room to grow. I already know what food I like, how high I can jump, and how fast I can run.  I live by my own set of rules. But if there is something I want, I will reach right out and snatch it, even if it means I have to take the dare and venture out further or jump higher than I ever have before.

I am not going to mew and moan about my restricted life, or the handicap of being born with no thumbs. I am already free. Sure I have to beg to go outside when the door is closed, or make it known that I want a treat, but at the end of the day when I scratch the bottom of the litter box, I  remind myself,  I am free to make  the choice  to stay or go. The freedom to choose is mine. I have met many a stray cat who, pushed their fears aside, followed their dream and seized the opportunity to do the impossible.
When I gaze out the window of the motor home and indulge the nature around me, the wide open spaces excite my senses and make my tail twitch. My creative juices flow.  I need enough space around me to allow my ideas, my curiosity and dreams to flourish.
Culinary School?

The road kill along the highways are images which remind me that living free, and climbing the tallest tree could have dangerous consequences. I have learned from my fallen comrades, not all lessons are easy ones.  

I will challenge the norm, tackling the difficult things first, and then the impossible ones. They take a little longer. And I am going to keep on believing in what I do. If I don’t trust myself to go down the right path, or follow the right scent, who will?
I will be scared because I am not going to follow the norm.  I want to be a constant learner. But I don’t have to be frightened if I   focus on the process not the outcome.
 So in the end, facing a new adventure, thrusting forward with a fresh start, and testing myself will allow me to do the impossible, not because it is easy but because it is hard … and scary…and exciting.

Sniffing out ideas, prowling for new adventures, new friends to scratch my belly …
I am on my way!!

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Sportster the cat always envied the huge cats who lived the big life in the jungle until opportunity sends the motor home in which he travels veering into a roadside ditch. When strangers whisk away not only his Winnebago, but also his chauffeur, Judy, he is alarmed. However, once the dust settles, he purrs a happy tune as he discovers he is free! I He is in the wild. And he is in the Olympic Forest

ACTIVATE LION MODE is just what Sportster does as he spins this yarn in his own words. Living wild and free brings on encounters that he never imagined. The life he dreamed becomes an adventure full of bears, pit bulls, drugs and more. Sportster weaves this story of his incredible journey as only a coddled cat of leisure can do.