Book Blurb Friday and Pawsitive Pondering: M is for Meow!

Can you believe it? Today is the letter M and that means we're halfway through the A to Z Challenge.  Bailey complained that she had yet to participate, so here she is with her feline insight.

PAWSITIVE PONDERING

M is for Meow:

Meow.  

The perfect four letter word. 

It means, "Hey, I'm hungry!" 

and 

"Feel my soft fur!" 

and 

"I want to curl up on your lap!"

and 

"Where are you? I love you and want to be with you!" 

all at the same time. 

Human four letter words are often taboo,

as opposed to the delightful sounding

"Meow!"

which is universally acceptable.

Meow!

Bailey isn't usually this verbose, but when she is passionate about something she isn't shy.  This ranks up there with her dissertation on the heartbreak of lactose intolerance. (Dairy makes her hock up fur balls. Really.)

Tomorrow is the letter N!

I invite you to please scroll down for Book Blurb Friday!

So how do you like this experiment that is Book Blurb Friday? I'm having a great deal of fun with it, especially reading all of your blurbs.  I especially like that I'm building a cache of story starters from the blurbs I've written. Have your book blurbs given you any writing ideas? Have you written anything based on one of your blurbs? I'd love to hear about it if you have.

Here is the photo for this week, courtesy of Lynn Obermoeller. My 150 word (or less) blurb is below.

Shady Daisy

Pearl Gerlish is tired of being treated like an old woman. The staff at Shady Daisy Rest Home wants to attach bells to her shoes—so she won’t wander off, they say. But Pearl knows better.  Something is afoot on the Shady Daisy grounds come nightfall, and she aims to learn what it is. 

Pearl enlists the aid of her teenage granddaughter, Chloe, a Goth wannabe who quotes Sylvia Plath; and Milton Studbruster, former gumshoe and Shady Daisy’s resident octogenarian Lothario.

Pearl, Chloe and Milton begin tailing Shady Daisy’s perky manager, Charlotte Chimera. But when she leads them through the woods to Slippery Rock at midnight, the hapless trio realizes they’re in trouble. For Slippery Rock is not just a simple water flume. . .Charlotte is not your average female. . .and dentures, sensible shoes and a waterlogged iPod are unreliable weapons against things that go bump in the night. (150 words)

If you are participating in Book Blurb Friday, please add your link below so other blurbers can find you, and then scroll down to see the "book cover" for next week.




Here is the "book cover" for next week's Book Blurb Friday, courtesy of Sioux Roslawski.

See you tomorrow for more Pawsitive Pondering!

Lisa

Lanfear and Aginor: Kitties Extraordinaire!

Greetings!  We are Aginor and Lanfear, and we reside in Florida with our human pet, who happens to be the son of the lady who writes this blog.  We asked for our moment in the spotlight, and our human grandma agreed.  She's pretty cool for someone without a tail. . .or fur. . .or pointy ears. . .or fish breath. Hmmm....maybe we need to downgrade her from cool to pleasant. Yeah. That works.  She's, um, pleasant.

Anyway, as you can see, we love each other very much.  We are brother and sister and were thrilled to be adopted together.  It is so much more fun to claw up furniture with a friend than alone!  We also enjoy playing kitty ninja, tearing up paper products, and sitting on our pet's head.  He calls us "cat hat" when we do that.  We have names for him, too, but Grandma said we couldn't put them on her blog. 

We actually love our pet very much, and follow him everywhere when he is home.  He's awfully cute for a, you know, human.  He loves us, too, and takes lots of pictures to send to Grandma because she gets so excited. Well, really, who wouldn't?  I mean, look at us---we're freaking adorable!

 

We love to lay in the sunshine that beams through the windows into our apartment. It would be nice to go outside and chase crickets and birds and lizards and stuff, but our pet won't let us out.  The veterinarian said the average life expectancy for an indoor cat is 12+ years; for an outdoor cat it is much less, like 5-6 years.  Our pet wants to keep us around for a really long time, so he keeps us inside and gives us interesting things to do so we don't get bored; and, of course, we have each other to wrestle and cuddle with, and our pet is quite a diversion when he is home.

Grandma's cat, Bailey, became trapped outdoors last week.  Bailey will write a blog post about her adventure in the great outdoors very soon.  In the meantime, we just wanted to say "meow!" and let you share in our awesome wonderfulness!

Love from sunny Florida!

Lanfear and Aginor (Kitties Extraordinaire. . .really!)

What's in Your Bag? Curious Cat Wants to Know...

Greetings! It is I, Tabby, gifting you with my blog presence.  Please, don't thank me.

I've slept my desired 18 hours and am ready to fluff my fur and get to work.  I'll take a moment to ask my question on behalf of SCRATCH (Smart Cats Rebel Against Totally Crazy Humans), after which I shall meander to the kitchen for a snack and then make my way to the basement to visit the little kitties' box.  At the conclusion of my box visit--*yawn*--I will locate a suitable lap into which I shall nestle for a power nap.  So you see, I have the next half hour well-mapped and it is, therefore, no trouble to bless you with my musings.

Please spare a moment from your human life to offer your opinion and insight on the following: 

I have snooped...er, investigated...my pet's bag (she calls it a purse) and discovered a wallet and keys. Ho-hum. She also carries a measuring tape, among other oddities.  What is the oddest item in your bag, and why do you carry it with you?

As always, thank you for assisting  in my quest for world domination. I'm off to complete my agenda, but perhaps after my lap nap I'll call a meeting of SCRATCH to discuss my rise to power.  Or maybe I'll go back to sleep.

Meow,
Tabby