thecontemplativecat

Thursday, September 1, 2016

He strikes again.

A brutal scene greeted Det. James. Blood splattered everywhere, gruesome and dark. But, there were no bodies. None.

Det. James and Forensics scoured the house, gathering bits of evidence. But, still there was nothing, no clues at all. Packing up and walking out the door, Det. James was certain he had missed something. But what?

Something from the patio caught his eyes. Turning around, James saw the carcass of a bright yellow rooster. Feathers littered the patio, a patch of yellow around the dead fowl.

Det. James shook his head. “He’s back. Rooster Man is back. Damn.”

This was posted in December 2015. Had to be under 100 words. Loved writing this.

Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Millions and Billions of Cats

For some people who are near my age know few television shows for children existed.

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Source: Wikipedia, God Bless 'Em

My favorite: Captain Kangaroo, who was an affable fellow who did very little except talk to us---the kids watching the show. He read books to us, showing pages as he read. Ingenious!

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The book I best remember is Millions of Cats, written and illustrated by Wanda Gág in 1928 and the oldest American picture book still in print. The text was hand-lettered by her brother. This book won the Newbery Honor award in 1929, one of the very few picture books achieving this honor.

Ms. Gag was the first children book author to have the image and story extend from one page to the next.

Enough. The story is about an elderly couple who discover they are lonely and think having a cat would help. The husband heads out to find the most beautiful cat possible for his wife.

He travels far from home, until he comes upon a hill covered with in cats. “Cats here, cats there, Cats and kittens everywhere. Hundreds of cats, thousands of cats. Millions and billions and trillions of cats…” This phrase repeats all through the book.

NOTE: The man cannot decide, so he walks back home with all the cats trailing after him.

His wife is upset with him, since he doesn't seem to realize how impossible it would be to feed and care for all these cats. Wouldn't we all??

Wise wife told the cats that they could decide which one should stay by asking “Which one of you is the prettiest?”

All hell breaks loose as the cats erupt in an incredible cat fight. The couple lock themselves up in the house. When there is silence outside, they emerge to see no cats. They had apparently eaten each other up in their jealous fury!

They find a skinny scraggly cat hiding in tall grass—safe because it didn’t think it was pretty. They took the cat home and all were happy.

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Now, isn't that this the most amazing story to read to a four or five year old youngster sitting in front of the television? Then, no child would think or question about the blood and guts that would be lying around. But still, I have never forgotten it.

This post was from Feb. 5, 2014. This book is firmly imprinted on my brain. This re-posting is to bring such a deligh

Monday, August 29, 2016

About vacations

This is a re-post from August 2011. It seemed appropriate as we prepare to visit family in Illinois.

In years past, we have taken big trips. I don’t know why we feel we have to take a big trip, but back then we must have seen big trips were a rite of passage. We visited our daughter and husband in Switzerland in 2007. We went on a jaunt to Utah in 2008. We went to Hawaii in 2009. In 2010, I made numerous small trips to Illinois to visit my dying mother. In April 2011, we made a final trip to Illinois.

All but the 2010 trip involved many suitcases, copious planning, mail put on hold, newspaper redirection, instructions for plant watering, and many snippy- tight lipped words to each other about not forgetting things (well, mostly from me).

“Why do we do this?” We asked ourselves just a few weeks ago. So we did a ‘mini-trip.’ And here are the results.