Another Blog Without A Hop #Caturday for @AthenaWiseKitty

Amidala speaking.

MaMA still hasn’t figured out how to join Athena and Marie’s Caturday Art Blog Hop! Honestly, for somebody whose blog’s second or third highest search term is “Allen the geek”, she’s awfully clueless. Endearing, but clueless.

She did manage to make a picture of me as I should look.

QueenAmiOne can almost forgive her lack of tech savvy. Well, honestly one can absolutely forgive it.

Do I sound as if I’ve mellowed toward her? It’s true. I have. I’ve fallen in kitty love with my Cat MaMA. Sometimes it happens, you know, and sometimes it doesn’t. I resisted for a long time. When I lost my Cat Daddy, I swore I would never love another human.

MaMA has been very patient with me, though, and hasn’t expected me to love her. When I’ve bitten her for taking liberties and petting me when I didn’t want to be petted, she hasn’t punished me. When I’ve talked her into buying loads of a certain food and then turned up my nose at it, she’s just tried another kind. (I secretly believe she’s mixed the kind I’ve rejected into the kind I like until the kind I’ve rejected is all gone.)

Best of all, she has special blankets she puts on the couch, so I won’t get people cooties by sitting directly on their cushions. After all, one doesn’t know where their bottoms have been, does one?

Munchkin is still pouting because of his tooth being pulled and his bath. MaMA has informed me that “he’ll just have to get glad the same way he got mad,” because he has a follow-up appointment this coming Wednesday. Oh, dear.

A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: What does your human do if you bite them?

AA

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Stephanie’s Four-Pound Shmoop of Non-Human Hues #FridayRecommends

A-to-ZDoesn’t that sound like fun? Makes you wish that’s what the post were really about, doesn’t it?

But it’s Friday Recommends day, and the title is a mash-up of the links I have for you this week.

Stephanie Finnell stopped by to visit me yesterday and I followed her back to her blog. Oh! My! Ghu! What delicious food! What wonderful posts! I’m going back. I may end up eating my computer screen, her stuff looks so good!

I thought I had already recommended this next site, but a cursory search didn’t turn it up. It bears repeating, anyway. Four Pounds Flour: Historic Gastronomy is indescribably delicious. If you never ever thought you’d meet someone else who would say something like, “I wanted something with their house made orgeat,” go visit this site.

Do you think studying is a bore? I have one word for you. Shmoop. Go there. Because: Schmoop.

What’s the difference between a person and a people? The WDC has a jolly good Primer on Non-Human Personhood and Cetacean Rights that is a should-read for all humans, especially authors who want to write about non-human persons, cetacean or not.

I was put onto that article by the fabulous Heidi C. Vlach, Writer of Hues, who also recently stopped by this blog to visit. I followed her home and found her new book, Tinder Stricken. She goes, “But when Esha stumbles into the wrong patch of forest, a wild phoenix steals her heirloom khukuri knife. Unwilling to lose her treasure before she can sell it, Esha forges a deal with Atarangi, a back-alley diplomat who speaks to animals.” And I go OH MY GOD BOUGHT! SO BOUGHT!

Well, there you have it: my harvest for the week, cooked and served for your browsing pleasure.

Y’all be sweet, y’heah?

A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Write about a non-human person.

MA

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Doing Time With Valentino #ThrowbackThursday

Back in the dear dead days of the late 60s – early 70s, nostalgia was all the rage. Insofar as I remember.

It was a craze that has stood me in good stead while watching Jeopardy, as I know many things from the times of long ago, picked up and squirreled away in the hidden cupboards of my Miss Havisham‘s house of memory.

One thing I picked up during those years, I have still.RudolphWatchThis is a watch. It was originally a wristwatch, believe it or not, although it’s HUGE. It completely fills my palm. The bits that held it to the watchband long ago gave up the ghost, and now I wear it on a chain around my neck. I still can’t tell time on it very well, something that seems more important now than it did in the 60s/70s.

The handsome fellow depicted is Rudolph Valentino as The Sheik. ~swoon~ What a dreamboat! This watch makes me very happy, and brings back floods and waves of memories, including the smell of patchouli incense and the queasy feeling black light always gave me.

Oh, those dear days of promise! I do miss them. We were so innocent, and we thought we were so naughty. And simultaneously virtuous, you know. Our naughtiness was a higher virtue than our parents’ virtue, you know. Uh-huh.

A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: What was your main character’s attitude toward the generation just before and the generation before that? Both the same, or positive for one and negative for another or what?

MA

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