Karen Malena is a cat lover living in Western,
Pennsylvania. Her compassion toward others is evident in her writings and
blogs. Her interests include reading, weekend trips with her husband, music and
nature. Karen is active in her town encouraging others to write through local
library programs and author events. She’s a member of Pittsburgh East Scribes,
a monthly writing group in Monroeville, Pennsylvania.
is a domestic shorthair cat living in Western Pennsylvania. Her interests
include tuna, Doritos, Spaghettios, and chicken. She lives with her human Matt.
A pink-nosed kitten barely two months old, reached his paws
toward the stately grey-striped tabby trying to bathe him with her sandpaper
tongue. He swatted at her tail, trying to catch it between two small, but very
furry paws. He wriggled away from her, annoyed at this bath time ritual. “Stop it, Mom, that tickles,” the kitten said. The mother cat ignored her babe, continuing to lick every
inch of her precious adopted son. The tongue combed through the white fur, and
her paw gently held him down. She fretted over the rescued kitten, not only in keeping
him clean, but especially because he was so vulnerable, the smallest one of the
litter. Her human had chosen him from the animal shelter for this very reason.
He had a soft spot for the underdogs of the world. “Why do I have to be clean before bed?” The kitten
squirmed, catching his mother’s tail this time before she gently pulled it away
from him. The mother cat who’d answered this question many times
before stopped for a moment. “Peanut,” she said. “I have a different kind of “tail” for
you. What if I tell you the most wonderful story tonight? It’s a bedtime tale
that I think you might enjoy.” Peanut the kitten stopped fussing; his big green eyes
alight with wonder. “A story, Mama, a fun story?” “Oh yes, but this one is true. It’s about an unlikely
friendship, great bravery, heroes and villains. This is the story of the great
mouse rescue.” “A mouse?” Peanut questioned. The grey-striped tabby cuddled her young one close. She
licked his soft, tiny head and then rested her chin upon him. A sigh escaped
her, and she looked up into the darkness of the room; her cat night vision
excellent. Her human was asleep, snoring away in the next room. She closed her
eyes and let the thoughts come to her; thoughts of her dear sister and friends.
A meow that sounded oddly like a chuckle echoed in her mind, or had she heard
it? Settling in with her paw across Peanut’s back, Goober the
cat began her tale. ***** A dilapidated, gray-shingled house sat among tidy red brick
homes in a quiet neighborhood of Ambridge, Pennsylvania. It stood out for the
peeling strips of paint, the sagging front porch, and the tendrils of ivy
creeping up the side. A wooden fence badly in need of a paint job surrounded it
with a creaking, rusty gate. Behind this gate sat the meanest, toughest, and
angriest cat anyone ever laid eyes on: his name was Bolivar. He belonged to no
one and nobody belonged to him. Day after day, he’d wait for unsuspecting
pretty, seducing them with his snake-like voice, and then grabbing them when
they least expected. The house in which he stood sentry had been deserted for
several years. He claimed this property for himself and picked fights with
other cats in the neighborhood who dared step foot inside his weedy yard. Bolivar lifted his ragged orange head and licked at a wound
on one paw. The scar on the right side of his face and his partially torn ear
pained him today; the results of many battles. His stomach growled; he hadn’t
eaten a decent meal in at least four days. Recently, the neighbors had begun to lock their trashcans
up tightly; a few of them included heavy bricks on top to prevent him from
tipping them. Not a scrawny bird to eat, not even a tasty little crawling bug;
his mood went from bad to worse. Out of the corner of his eye, through one of the slats in
the fence, Bolivar spotted movement. In the next yard, a plump, furry brown
mouse frolicked about. With his changing luck, Bolivar perked up. He lay low to
the ground, every muscle in his body tense and alert. His tail twitched in
anticipation and his hind quarters wiggled as he sprung forward to pounce upon
the unsuspecting rodent. . . ***** Goober paused for a moment with her story. Peanut
apparently had forgotten all about sleeping. He stared at his mama, wide-eyed. “I thought you said this was a mouse rescue? It sounds like
this cat was ready for dinner.” “I did, son, be patient,” Goober said, and resumed licking
her kitten. Peanut rolled onto his back, paws in the air, Mama’s tongue made
the fur of his belly stick up in all directions. “Well I don’t like Bolivar,” Peanut shivered. “He sounds
mean and scary.” “Yes, he was,” Goober said, sighing. “But let me go back a
little further. I’m going to tell you how another cat, a brave, beautiful cat
got the best of him and how she and a mouse became the closest of friends. You see, we don’t always have to fight or prove ourselves
to be big and strong. Sometimes it’s the smallest of creatures who can teach us
life’s greatest lessons.”
Peanut began purring while mama resumed her story.
Thanks so much fur dropping by today and we do hope mew enjoy today's pawesome literary offering. BTW we'll all be present and correct for WW on the morrow! Until then, sweetest literary purrs to mew all Basil & Co xox
We do hope mew have been having a fabulous week... we got slightly side tracked this week as the P.A. suddenly remembered that she'd subscribed to a photo clipping service back in July and then forgot about it... so we have to clip many, many photo's over the next few days otherwise we will have paid for nothing!
So that's our mission, to clip as many as possible and then start on some new collages.
Here's wishing mew all a supurr happy weekend and enjoy this weeks pawesome parade!
My Fictional Alter Ego Bionic Basil is taking the stage today. I thought I'd share a little snippet of what the P.A. is working on at the moment. My first book, Basil the Bionic Cat was published a long time ago, and there are subsequent volumes to follow on from that one which will be released soon. Now the P.A. has decided to do my early years, my kittenhood and I will be sharing it as she writes it.
Basil The Bionic Cat
The Kitten Years
The large metal door swung open, hinges creaking revealing a fully functioning laboratory. I'd neffur been in there before and I padded forward eagerly over the threshold. The sights that greeted me were rather bizarre. Clear glass bottles in many sizes bubbled with brightly coloured liquids and white vapour curled upwards, strange apparatus that I'd neffur encountered before filled the bench tops as many different experiments were being conducted simultaneously.
I edged around the perimeter as I took in a host of strange odours, not foul, but not that nice either. I noticed a figure hunched over a rather odd looking device, he was wearing a white lab coat that I'd seen him in many times before. I inhaled deeply, reaching out fur a familiar scent, I drew it in and let it resonate within me for a few moments, pushing the other scents away.
The figure suddenly straightened up, stepping back blindly and the chair behind him hit the flag-stone floor with a noisy clatter. I jumped back in surprise. "Meeeeeeoooooooow!"
The man turned and saw me there. Fur a moment I thought he was going to be angry, as his face was furry serious but then he spoke.
"Basil my little fruit, what are you doing here?" Mr P. said, his tone surprising gentle.
I hesitantly stepped forward, yet my legs felt heavy. Uncertain, I moved closer.
"How did you get in?" he asked again crouching low and offering his hand in a friendly gesture.
I meowed softly and lept the final distance between us, sniffing his proffered hand with caution before rubbing my chops all over it without a care in the world. My purr started off low and got louder and louder as my ears were tickled with the other hand. I couldn't help myself and began to dribble in delight. I was suddenly scooped up and held to his chest, firmly but furry gently as he spoke again.
"Now then young Basil, this is really no place for a kitten like you!" he chuckled softly, a deep throaty sound that I liked. "It's not really safe in here with all the experiments I'm conducting and I'd hate for you to get into any mischief or hurt."
I purred loudly as I looked around the room from my new lofty position. My eyes darting this way and that as I craned to see more. Shelves piled high with all manner of containers and boxes. Cages and clear perspex cubes were piled high in the back corner and strangely, a set of shiny golf clubs were leaning on them.
He reached down and stood the chair upright, then sitting down he placed me carefully on his lap. I faced him and peered intently into his eyes, giving him my most amenable expression.
He beamed widely and stroked my head. "You know that your the first one, other than myself or Huxley of course to see my laboratory," he continued. "If you can be a good boy and sit on the chair, I'll let you stay, ok?"
I blinked slowly at him and mewed softly, agreeing to his terms in my own cattish way.
"Excellent," he said as if understanding me purrfectly and lifted me up, placing me on chair. "I'm working on something rather wonderful right now and I think I've had a breakthrough..."
I sat up straight, my ears twitching as I listened intently as he told me about what he was working on.
"I was just looking through my microscope at a new culture I've been developing for bringing dormant or dead DNA back to life..." as if realising that I had no clue what DNA was, he explained further. "DNA is the genetic code of all life, there are more sequences of it than there are stars in the sky."
I mewed in acknowledgement.
"Every living thing has its own unique signature strand and what I'm working on will hopefully be able to resurrect DNA that's been recovered from skeletons that are millions and millions of years old," he took a breath. "If I infuse dormant DNA with my new super culture, it automatically fills in the missing pieces making the strand whole again."
He beamed excitedly at me as he lifted a small square of glass and tipped it forward, so I could see a small blob of orange goo on it. I blinked slowly showing I was ready fur more.
"This my little fruit could be the catalyst to bring back extinct species of animals that died out eons ago, but rather than bringing them back with modern genetically altered DNA to fill in the blanks, which has been a problem in recent years and has caused quite a few set backs," he explained. "This will make certain that they are exactly as they would have been when they roamed the earth and were born naturally."
I meowed in awe.
"Precisely!" he concurred. "So no more genetically defected clones, this is the real deal."
He put the glass slide into a small plastic container and sealed the lid firmly. I watched as he placed it in a shiny metal briefcase, sitting it in a small recess of cut foam before gently closing the lid. The lid snapped shut with a firm metallic click.
"I call it the Amaryllis Project and between you and I," he winked at me, I winked back. "I've already managed to grow a baby mammoth from a hair fibre donated to me by the Natural History Institute in Geneva. Obviously this is very top secret and if it fell into the wrong hands it could be disastrous."
I stared questioningly at him, letting my eyes convey that I needed to know more. My bushy tail swished side to side as I waited in much anticipation.
"A few years ago, a group of scientists decided to build a theme park of cloned dinosaurs. The DNA strand was incomplete so they added DNA from modern day reptiles and also added docile genes from sheep," he sighed heavily. "They thought that they had bred controllable carnivorous creatures, sadly they didn't and the whole thing was a total disaster. Many of the scientists were eaten when the dinosaurs broke free of the compounds, their research destroyed and the island habitat they built became a prehistoric war zone. The Navy, Army and Air Force were sent in to clean up the mess, and by all accounts it was a monster one."
My tail swished faster as I listened to the tale.
"Eventually all the creatures were destroyed but the casualty rate was high and the entire incident was swept under the rug," he pushed his hand through his thick dark wavy hair. "While what I'm doing is similar, however I'm not doing it on animals that are a predatory to mankind, it's purely for the study of ones that are manageable and for scientists who want to know more about specific species."
I blinked in reply.
"Such as Dodo's, a flightless bird only found in one country in the entire world, Mauritius. It was about 3 feet tall and was a quite a weighty fellow with a long curved beak," he stated. "To be able to study a live specimen is a dream that an awful lot of modern scientists would do anything for."
I jumped up onto the bench next to the locked briefcase and sniffed it. He tickled my ears again and I purred.
"Well I think that's enough excitement for you today young Basil, it's time for me to take that sample back to Pilkington Industries and lock it up in the vault."
Meowing in agreement I jumped down, landing softly on the cold floor.
Curling around his legs as we left the secret laboratory, he closed the door making sure it was locked before we ascended the worn stone stairs.
We had just reached the top step when the front door bell rang. Mr P. quickly stashed the briefcase behind the coat stand and opened the door. I peered up from between his feet and stared at two burley men dressed in black.
"Mr Pilkington?" the one of the left asked brusquely. His accent was strange, I'd neffur heard anything like it.
Mr P. nodded. "Yes gentlemen, how can I help you?"
"My name is Johan Sveetaman and this is my collegue Enri Jacquard, we are representatives from the Natural History Institute in Geneva."
I felt Mr P. take a step back almost treading on my tail, which was thrashing the rug quite profusely in unconscious agitation. Something was very wrong, their scent was wrong, their expressions were wrong, effurything was wrong. I bristled and before I knew what was happening instinct took over and I launched through the door and headed claws out straight at the two men.
Well my supurr furriends, that's all fur today, come back fur next weeks episode to find out more in
Today Amber has decided that she hasn't had enough 'airtime' by far recently and is hijacking today's collage!
I do hope mew enjoy all that is Amber today, and as mew can see she's a furry versatile model with her many expressions and poses. She was hoping to make a career from her stunning looks, but over the years her girth has expanded somewhat, leaving her slightly rotund. This, and I must reiterate has no impact her supurr cuteness and cuddly factor, in fact she gets more cute and cuddle effuryday!
Well that's us done fur this week, join us again next week when we're back with lots more exciting posts fur mew.