SPORTSTER

SPORTSTER
CO-AUTHOR

Sunday, April 21, 2019

The Magic Of Easter


I like bunnies,


I like Easter eggs.









And I like Easter.

This Easter is very special. It is my birthday!
 Mom and I share a birthday.

When I found my mom and she decided to keep me, she and her friends decided they needed to know when my birthday was. The veterinarian announced I was six weeks old, so they counted back from that blessed day that I arrived on Mom’s doorstep and Waa Laa!  It was Mom’s birthday, too!

 She laughed and agreed the cat Gods had endowed her with my presence, even though at the time she didn’t really like cats. But I changed that. Over the years I used my time and my feline patience to reveal to her the many mysteries and surprises of the universe which she had overlooked. I’ve enriched her life.



  
I’ve taught her to look up. The answers to life’s perplexities are not always right in front of you.  It is good to get outside, smell the breeze. It hints of things just around the bend. It sends you bird songs that you would never hear if you don’t leave your bed, your house, or your neighborhood.








I’ve taught her to seek out those dark and scary places and not be afraid. Oh, the delight when you meet someone new is worth facing your fears.  



Make everyday your ideal day! Stretch your senses. Reach for what only you believe is possible while others cling to their security.

You may think I sleep a lot. But dreaming is as important to the soul as food in your dish.











Yoga is good.




Dont' be afraid to ask for help.


Reach for the top!



Share your success!


And always, always, always!!! …………


     Believe in magic!!







The world is waiting for you! 
Explore! Discover! And experience life!


Don’t forget to check out his debut novel on Amazon, 







ACTIVATE LION MODE
By Judy Howard
By Sportster The Cat
Like the timeless classics movies Lion King and Lassie, ACTIVATE LION MODE weaves a tale of an adventurous cat with the badass name of Sportster.
Author Judy Howard reaches adults and young adults alike as she steps aside and gives Sportster the Cat free reign to narrate his story whose universal theme is the desire to live free. Sportster relates his adventures with a candid, confidence, that can only come from a cat’s point of view. 
As always, Howard addresses the current serious issues facing not only our youth but also our society’s moral structure.
Follow along as Sportster activates lion mode and learns to live on his own, in the wild, while discovering what is really important in life. Sportster tells his story in this page-turner expertly as only a coddled cat could do.











Saturday, March 2, 2019

What Is Waiting For You?


Spring is coming! Spring is coming!  What does that mean from my cat perspective? It's time to pounce and romp.  I’m purring!  I’m twitching my tail! 

Don’t get me wrong, I love the winter, too. Snuggling under the covers, sleeping late until the sun warms my bones. The rain on the roof and seeing my reflection in puddles - a rare pleasure not often afforded in California. (It never rains in California). I’ve yet to experience snow, but I have scratched it onto on my Adventure List. Everyone should have an Adventure List -- Things to do that will make you feel alive just thinking about them. -- An episode to look forward to that when you do tackle it,  the circumstance will change your life and make you even more dynamic!

 
New beginnings are always special. I can hardly restrain my anticipation. I was born in the spring and I fell in love in the spring.  I met my mom in the spring and with her I began this incredible journey that I'm on, an odyssey in which my limited mind could never have imagined on its own. 


On the first day of spring I will take note of my epic evolution, from those cold winter nights as a kitten, lost and alone on the streets, afraid and longing for love.  Everything before, all my lives I have lived, have brought me right here in this moment. Today. An old cat with a new perspective.
What lies in waiting? 
I don’t know, but I will not settle for the mundane, overindulgent life of a fat cat.
Instead, I will discover painted butterflies to chase, sun drenched flowers to sniff, and celebratory song birds to serenade me.




What waits for you?







Sportster The Cat ranks as a best-selling author among his cat colleagues.

Hi everyone! Sportster here. So glad you came by to give me a pat on the head. I've been so busy living full-time in my RV,  it is just that  -- a full-time  job.
Here is a sample  chapter from my latest book, ACTIVATE LION MODE.
If you are intrigued, twitch your tail and pounce on the link below to take you to  Judy's Amazon Author page and check out my book and all of Judy's.










CHAPTER SIX
The moon was high. The starlight, dimmed from the city’s lights, had lost its sparkle. For the amount of bodies strewn across the asphalt, the makeshift campground surprised me. The bustle had toned down to murmurs, occasional spurts of low laughter, and the sporadic bark of a dog.  A good time to move out.  I studied my foster family one last time. Jawbreaker sensed something was astir and lifted his head. I ignored his watchful eye, and headed out. When I looked back, he padded behind me, probably thinking I was taking a bathroom break. I stopped, jerked around, and hissed.  Jawbreaker’s eyes widened, heeded my warning, and sat down. His big mouth drooped as I spun around and sprinted off into the night.
I jogged along the road we had come in on. The city offered drainage ditches, underpasses, and an occasional abandoned building for hiding.  Only two trucks passed. 
Maintaining a steady pace, I made time.  No sign of bears or elk. No woodpeckers or hawks, but I jerked to a halt. I caught scent of an odor I had never experienced, but instinct told me it was the smell of death.  I froze and began to tremble. I wanted to run, return to my Green Berets and Jawbreaker, but chilling fear held me in place.
 I recalled Judy pointing out the dead furry bodies along the roadside. “Do you see that, Sportster? Bad things can happen if you aren’t careful.” She would shake her finger at me and say, “You have to stay close to home.”
 Well, I wasn’t close to home, thanks to her, but I would be careful.  I gathered my courage and followed the scent. On the edge of the road lay the ghastly carcass of a kitten.  I belted out a yowl that pierced the night and hightailed it. I didn’t stop until my lungs begged for air and my legs screamed for relief. With a last burst of energy, I dove into a   large pipe leading under the freeway.  Rancid water splashed in my face as I sprinted toward the dim moonlight at the end of the tunnel.  My stomach hurled, and I gagged from the offending stench but kept going.  The passageway opened into a concrete ditch enclosed by cyclone fencing.  Without slowing, I rushed the line of chain link. With my momentum, I scrambled over the top, spurred by the ear piercing rattle of the metal, and leaped down on the other side. With the barrier between me and the crime scene, I stopped and caught my breath.
 I had landed in another parking lot. A large Elk, his head held high, sporting a wide rack of horns stood in front of a building.  I balked again, my hair on end. Wait. It was a statue. This was an Elks Lodge. Judy and I had camped at many of these facilities. They were fraternities of sort, their symbol, the Elk, usually guarded its entrance.  I scanned the parking area. Several RVs nestled in the rear of the property. One looked like our motorhome.
My chest pounded in anticipation, but I crept along the brick wall that met the fencing.   It was a long, but safe way around to the vehicle.  I must be cautious. Like most campgrounds at night, all was quiet. My heart raced as I neared the motorhome. Judy had not made it easy for me to find her.  She would be happy to see me.  I imagined her reaction after six nights without me. She would feed me my favorite treats and kiss my face while I pretended to hate her gushing. Judy mentioned perhaps she might be prone to believe, as the Buddhists do, in reincarnation.  They believe that pieces of the soul of a deceased loved one can be reborn into an animal’s soul, thus taking on the passed loved one’s personality characteristics.  “You are so like my Jack.” She would say to me. “He, too, acted like he hated my sweet talking, but I think deep down he loved it, just like you do Sportster.” I purred remembering her words and climbed onto the motorhome’s porch.
My heart sank when my paw touched the first step. This was not our home. Strangers’ scents coated the porch and the door. My tail drooped.  My heavy spirit weighed me down, accenting my exhaustion.  I crawled onto the porch.  Too tired to be careful, I curled up, tucked my nose under my flank and closed my eyes.
                                                ****
  The warm morning sun and the motorhome’s rocking movement woke me. I moved to a more covert position under the vehicle. Voices inside only mumbled until the door’s lock made a familiar click and a man spoke clearly.  “There you go, Annabelle. Why can’t you let us sleep late just once?”
The door slammed shut as a soft ball of fur glided down the steps. Grey paws reached out from Annabelle’s plush body and carried her to the ground. She performed her own yoga stretch, her elbows flat on the asphalt, and her butt in the air.  She must have seen me because her tail gyrated, then kinked into a small hook at the tip, as if calling me.
I sprang to my feet and approached like a peep on twitter, chirping my intentions, my exhaustion forgotten.  She turned, acted startled, her icy blue eyes grew large. I chirped again, more of an alluring trill this time. She stood her ground. Her tail flagged back and forth.
I presented myself, nose to nose, and suddenly   became aware of my unkempt condition. My cologne was the rancid tunnel water from yesterday. My tail, erect and vibrating, exhibited a glaring bald spot from Jawbreaker’s attack.  I quickly lowered it before she noticed. I rolled over, showed her my soft underbelly … and the burrs embedded in my coat.  I had been too fatigued last night to groom myself. Shame spurred me to jump up. I dashed away into the bushes.





Stay in the moment!

#springliving #feelingalive #livinginthemoment #sportsterandme

Tuesday, August 28, 2018

Revealing Interview With Author , Sportster the Cat



Judy:
Sportster, your fans are excited that you have agreed to do this interview and I am honored and privileged to be a part of it. I am happy that we can finally bring some of the fans’ questions to light.


You are such a handsome and patriotic feline. And because it is my job to field your fan mail, I know there are many she-cats out there in Face Book land who love you. The question I am asked most often is what breed of cat are you?

Sportster:
 Well, Mom, I mean Judy, you’re right. I do have a lot of fans. My blog, The Cat’s Perspective of Reading, Writing and Life, has thousands of followers and they all have helped to solve that mystery.

Judy: Really?


Sportster:
Yes, they have scratched through hundreds of photos in cat books, blogs, tweets and Pinterest and have made a decision.  I am a Bengal. 

Judy:
 That is exciting!  From my research, Bengals are known for their talkative and loving nature. But they can be very naughty if you ignore them too much. That certainly describes you, Sportster.

Sportster: I detest being ignored. There is no excuse for that
.
Judy: Sometimes I get  very …..

Sportster: It’s inexcusable.

Judy: Okay, let’s move on. There are plenty more  secrets your  readers want to know about you. The next common curiosity most people have about you is they want to know how long you have been writing and what motivated you to pursue such a lofty endeavor?


Sportster:  I began writing in 2015. You had just finished your third book, MASADA’S MARINE, and you were making noises  about never writing again because the subject matter had been so emotional for you.  So, I jumped at the chance to play with the keyboard. If you remember, you were always chasing me away from the computer. You came very near to crushing my creativity. Why did you do that? Were you afraid of a little completion?


Judy: No, I….

Sportster: You’re always telling me what to do. In fact….

Judy: Sportster, please. Let’s move on. Quit twitching your tail.  Your readers want to know, what motivates you?

Sportster: As if you had ever bothered to ask.
I have things to say.  I think about “What if?”  I watch people, always running around and missing out on the important signs in life. 
People need to learn how to slow down and appreciate the simplicity of a twisty tie or a rubber band.
Everyone needs to be more practical. For me, I examine all the angles before I leap. And I try to keep my life simple.
 If my presence upsets you, I don’t feel compelled to cow to your issues, nor do i feel it is  my obligation to do so, although I will allow you your own space.
 People need to treat each other with the same respect that  the philosophy live and let live suggests. 
Don't get me wrong. I will not tolerate bullying behavior. I will defend myself.
Live and let live. That’s my motto.

Judy: But your book is called ACTIVATE LION MODE.  Many would argue that the title certainly does not suggest “Live and Let Live.”

Sportster: Of course it does.  That’s exactly why I wrote the book, because folks have lost the ability of reasoning and common sense. Do you know what common sense is?

Judy: Of course I do. Wikipedia describes common sense as sound practical judgment concerning everyday matters, or a basic ability to perceiveunderstand, and judge what is common to nearly all people.

Sportster: I create frightful occurrences in my story line, which make for a page turning book. At the same time these tragedies have a universality  and are becoming common scenarios in this complex world in which we live. I want my readers to realize how easily these real misfortunes could happen to them. 

Judy: I am not sure I understand.

Sportster: For an example, every time you poured milk into my bowl, I became aware of the hundreds of children’s photos on the milk cartons. Common sense should set off the alarms that the multitude of missing children on those cartons might be related to something bigger, like human trafficking, which has become a crime larger and uglier than drugs. But instead,  even after staring at the photos day in and day out, the American public believes  it only happens to other families in other countries.
No common sense.


Another example. I never discuss politics. I do not watch the news. I am only a cat. But I knew four months before the election, without a doubt, that Donald Trump was going to become our next President.

As you and I drove east from California across the country on Route 66, we saw Trump’s face a thousand times a day, on every poster, in every yard, in every town and in every state from Arizona to Illinois.If anyone took the time and effort to look, they would not have been surprised.
Common sense. 
Many folks  have lost the ability for common sense. They invest their trust in others, allowing people they do not even know to tell them what is real and how to react.  No one is curious enough  to take the time, to go on the prowl and sniff out their own territory. They won’t   jump over the fence and get to know their neighbor, or scratch away the dried leaves to discover the stability of the ground they’re standing upon.
Common sense. Examine the angles before you leap. 



Judy: These are all serious and stressful subjects to think about. Let's pounce on a lighter subject as you would say.  Would you like to share with your readers some of your hobbies, what do you do for fun?




Sportster: 
My favorite things are smelling all the varieties of flowers I have discovered. And even though it is very scary, I find it thrilling to meet the different forms of  wildlife. I love exploring the vastness and uniqueness of nature and can not wish for a better life style.                                   
The creatures whom I meet and the campgrounds which I have prowled make life amazing  and inspirational. All are  great tidbits for my next novel.

 And thank you, Mom, for being my publicist. You have captured what my life is like in these photos.


Judy:  You are an incredible cat, Sportster and quite insightful.  I want to thank you for being so candid with me and your readers.  It is great to have you in my life.
I want to close this interview with one more question which everyone has been asking me. Since I released my latest book, THE GRIEVING GIFT, An Autobiographical Novel, your readers want to know if an autobiographical novel might be perking in your head as you take your long afternoon naps?  Everyone is curious about your extraordinary life.


Sportster: I have thought about it as I dig around in my litter box. That’s where I do my best thinking. If I did, it would be a series, since I have already lived a few of my nine lives.

Judy: There you are folks. I hope you have enjoyed Sportster’s very first interview.




 Don’t forget to check out his debut novel on Amazon, ACTIVATE LION MODE. 







ACTIVATE LION MODE
By Judy Howard
By Sportster The Cat
Like the timeless classics movies Lion King and Lassie, ACTIVATE LION MODE weaves a tale of an adventurous cat with the badass name of Sportster.
Author Judy Howard reaches adults and young adults alike as she steps aside and gives Sportster the Cat free reign to narrate his story whose universal theme is the desire to live free. Sportster relates his adventures with a candid, confidence, that can only come from a cat’s point of view. 
As always, Howard addresses the current serious issues facing not only our youth but also our society’s moral structure.
Follow along as Sportster activates lion mode and learns to live on his own, in the wild, while discovering what is really important in life. Sportster tells his story in this page-turner expertly as only a coddled cat could do.