Monday, 30 January 2017

Colouring with Cats #15 ~ Getting Your OM on with Mandalas on Mondays! The Top Five Reasons To Colour!


Supurr Monday greetings beautiful furriends

We do hope mew've had a pawesome weekend and are feeling all calm and nicely chilled fur the next few days, but if not we know we can assist mew in getting your Zen Harmonies happening and that fuzzy feeling of zen-ness back.

 Let's begin with our little breathing exercise, we're sure mew know what to do but if mew've furgotten: purrlease take deep fulfilling breaths; counting to five on the inhale and five on the exhale:

Breathe in
Breathe out

Breathe in
Breathe out

Breathe in
Breathe out

Let all your frustrations go on effury exhale. Furget about all those little iggly piggly little niggles that pop up to test your calm, just throw them towards the sky like mew're throwing dandelion heads into the wind and watch them magically disappear.


Today Parsley is sharing a little bit of zen-ness with us, so purrlease read on...

Tabbies of Trout Towne, we suggest mew avert your eyes NOW and quickly scroll down to the next video purrlease




Parsley says, "There's nothing like getting out and about in woodland or nature to feel invigorated and rejuvenated, and if mew can't get to real woodland or nature there's always YouTube!" MOL

"That Robin was so close, yet so far... and I almost had him... but at least the P.A. didn't run screaming into the room like a wailing banshee telling me not to eat the burds like she does in the garden all summer - seriously anypurrdy would think I was doing something wrong!"



"And after taking some fresh air and patting a little burd or two in a nice and furriendly manner on the head, it's always nice to have a little massage, I purrsonally like to massage my blanky, mew can see just how zen I am!"

Many thanks to Parsley fur sharing his wunderpurr tips fur finding zen-ness.

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This week we thought we'd tell mew about why colouring is good fur mew and your mind, just in case mew didn't know.

We live in a terribly busy wurld, where effurything is NOW NOW NOW and GO GO GO.  It's an endless hamster wheel of activity fur our minds and one that's quite hard to get off, leaving us feeling that we have to do effurything instantly, immediately and it has to be purrfect - THIS IS A LIE.  

Sadly modern life has indoctrinated this mindset into us offur the last couple of decades, this NOW Culture where mew can't wait and savour things because effurything has to be instant is so bad fur our Zen Harmonies, it is a crushing, debilitating way of existing.  Notice we didn't say living, that is because most of us aren't living, we are just going through a set of protocols that we have been led to believe are correct.

They aren't correct, they are the harbingers of anxiety, stress, fear, panic and a multitude of other feelings that leave us feeling empty, unfulfilled, unworthy and meaningless.  We have become disconnected from effurything since the internet revolution began and each of us is searching fur some kind of fulfillment, whateffur that maybe.  We can tell mew this much though; fulfillment, joy and happiness doesn't come from what mew can buy or what mew have, it comes from a conscious choice to be fulfilled, joyous and happy.  Chose to be happy and mew will be.  Choose to be sad and that's what mew'll be.

Mew may think we are a bunch of flower-power hippy-kitties dancing around in our flares, peace sign t-shirts and wearing flower headdresses.  We're not, we're a Heathen Hoard of tech loving Commando Cats, but we've learned that to find balance in life mew must take time out from tech, TV's, the news [which is always bad news], newspapers [more bad news] and social media [streaming bad news].  We do not watch the news ever, we never buy a newspaper and we stay away from anything political and have found that since cutting out this propaganda offur a decade ago life is so much better and frees up time to do things that make us happier and brings us more joy. It is that simple.  

The P.A. says this: 

'Life is simple, people make it complicated'

This is why colouring is so good fur mew, because while mew're sat there with your coloured pens and filling a blank page your mind relaxes, it lowers your blood pressure, creates feeling of harmony and self love because mew're doing something just fur mew, taking the time fur yourself.  It makes mew a better thinker, and even the late, great  psychologist Carl Jung was an advocate of this 'colouring prescription' as a calming tool and as a means of relaxation. 

So if mew want to get off the hamster wheel and free your mind from an endless diatribe of internal dialogue, get your pens out and get your OM on.

The Top Five Reasons To Colour:

Helps Mew Purractice Patience

Proven To Reduce Stress, Anxiety & Boredom

It Increases Your Ability To Focus

It Awakens Your Creativity

And Brings Beauty Into Your Life

Who doesn't want a bucket load of that?

There are endless more reasons to colour, but we think those five are enough, don't mew?

And now it's time to share this weeks mandala, so let's get our OM on and those Zen Harmonies happening dudes, and dudettes of course! 

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If mew have missed any of the previous mandala's and feel the need to colour, here's the links:


All the mandala's featured are designed and made by us, unless otherwise stated.



So without further adieu here's this weeks Mandala:

Just right click the image to save and print it...

Here's the P.A.'s finished colouring, she was really feeling the neon vibe this week, we think that it has something to do the days being so dull and grey and she wanted a total colour immersion! MOL


Coloured using metallic and glitter gel pens.


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If mew'd like to share your peeps pawesome artwurk feel free to post it on our Facebook page at:


as we'd really, really love to see your interpretation of today's mandala.



So on that note we'll say bye fur now and see mew on Wednesday when Amber is here sharing this weeks top book pick!

Until then

Keep Calm and Colour OM!

Bestest chilled and most soothing purrs

Basil & Co xox



Sunday, 29 January 2017

Sunday Selfies #129 Gone But Neffur Furgotten & Blog Hopping with Cat on my Head


Sunday greetings fabulous furriends

Today rather than us being in all the selfies, we are having a little tribute to our fallen comrades, who are 

GONE, BUT NEFFUR FURGOTTEN

Mew won't know these two furry special kitties, as we didn't have a blog back then but as it's their Rainbow Bridge Anniversaries we feel it's time mew met them as without Catkin there would neffur have a been a Heathen Hoard today, or any books, or a crazy cat lady that we affectionately call The P.A.!


C.J. Catkin was the P.A.'s furst effur kitty.  He adopted her in September 1996 as a 4 month old kitten.  He belonged to the peeps who lived in a flat a couple of houses down from the P.A. but he kept coming to her top floor flat and making himself at home.  Then one day, the P.A. saw some peeps when she was descending the fire escape from her flat and they saw the kitten with her.  They asked her if she wanted the kitten as the owners didn't want him anymore, so she said yes and when she came back an hour later there was a litter tray, a bag of cat litter and some food left by her door.  Talk about couldn't wait to get  rid of him!!! 

Anyhoo, Catkin moved in and then a few months later he didn't come home one night, the P.A. scoured the streets and rang all the local rescues furst thing in the morning.  She got a call later in the day to say a cat matching his description had been brought in to the Radford Road Clinic in Nottingham, so she rushed down there and found out he'd got hit by a car the night before and had a badly broken back leg.  So she whisked him to the vets and he ended up having his leg pinned and a metal splint screwed to the outside of his leg.  It was all rather traumatic as he had to go to a specialist surgeon miles away to get the break fixed.

Not long aftur that the P.A. moved house and Catkin obviously went with her, his leg healed and he eventually recovered.  Then in September 1999 the P.A. noticed he wasn't well and he ended up back at the vets with suspected malicious rat poisoning* and his blood was clotting.  The vets managed to save him and the P.A. had to give him soluble aspirin effury other day via a syringe in his mouth to keep his blood from clotting.  His previously broken leg which had been great up until this point lost some movement and his back foot would curl under as the blood wasn't reaching his extremities propurrly.  So she massaged his toes and paw effury day and slowly it got better.  

Then on the 27th of January 2000 she came home from wurk and he'd had a seizure and was laid almost rigid at the top of the stairs.  She rushed him to the vets driving like a complete maniac in her panic as her best furriend lay dying on the seat next to her in the arms of her Uncle John.

The vet put him in an oxygen tent and tried to thin his blood, but sadly a large clot had reached his brain and he died at 3am.

Neffur in all her life has the P.A. felt so hopeless, the devastation of losing Catkin was horrendous.  Picking him up the next day and burying him in the garden with the help of  Uncle John was almost too much to bear and she actually didn't get out of bed fur the next 4 days as she grieved the loss of her furry bestest furriend effur in the known cosmos.   

* A few months later there was an article in the local paper saying that there had been numerous cat killings in the area by some sicko, and that many cats had lost their lives over the previous several months.

But only a few weeks before he died, Catkin actually saved her from something that could have been... well let me tell mew the story.

The P.A. moved house once more in late November 1999 with Catkin, and they moved into her uncles Barn Conversion in Sleepy Hollow.  The barn was much larger than their previous residences and she didn't have much furniture or stuff, there wasn't even a fence or any gates so the property was wide open.  She had one telephone down in the lounge under her bedroom and a mobile phone that worked occasionally due to cell coverage being rather sporadic back in the dark ages. [Its not that great today either!]

So early in January 2000 on a cold frosty night, The P.A. locked up the house and went to bed.  At around 2am Catkin jumped on the bed and kept wiping his wet nose along her cheek, mewing softly and pawing at her face until she woke up.  He was relentless in his desire to wake her.  As she stirred from her coma-like-sleep and asked Catkin what was wrong seeing that he was highly agitated, that's when she heard a faint chink, chink, chink sound, metal on metal coming from the lounge beneath her bedroom.  She lay in the darkness hardly daring to breath as the noise increased and at furst she actually wundered if she was imagining it.

Aftur a few minutes she realized that someone was trying to break in through the metal patio doors and she couldn't be sure if they'd breached the house already.  She didn't dare get out of bed as all the floor-boards upstairs creak and groan as mew walk on them and she knew the telephone was in the lounge and she had no way to get get to it without making a noise and her baseball bat was in the laundry, so there was no way to get to anything.  She prayed her cell phone had a signal and luckily it did, so she rang her dad knowing he was a light sleeper.  He answered the phone almost immediately but the cell signal dropped out just as the P.A. was explaining her dire situation.  Her dad not remembering her cell number rang back on the landline, which then rang the phone in the lounge.  Not daring to go downstairs the P.A. waited for it to ring off and just as it did the security lights pinged on outside illuminating the courtyard and she heard footsteps running away on the gravel.

Taking a deep breath and mustering up a lot of courage she crept downstairs in the pitch black with Catkin at her side. He was still on guard as they went to the laundry furst to grab her bat and then they made their way to the lounge, where she found to her utter horror that someone had been trying to prise the patio doors open with a screwdriver as all the lock was bent and twisted.

Catkin saved her from something that night, lord knows who tried to break in or what they even wanted, but if he hadn't woken her and been so purrsistant in his quest to rouse her, who knows what vileness may have happened that night. 

Catkin was a true HERO and the P.A. still thinks of him effuryday.  He was only 3 and half when he sadly departed fur the Rainbow Bridge, but in his short time here he had enough love fur a 100 lifetimes.

OTRB 28th January 2000  aged 3 1/2

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Miss Mildred arrived on the 4th of February 2000, exactly a week aftur Catkins departure.  The P.A.'s Uncle Michael took her to the Burton Joyce Cat Rescue as he knew how upset she was at the loss of Catkin and thought that getting another cat would help her immensely.  They arrived at the rescue and Brenda who runs it showed the P.A. the only two residents she had: Miss Mildred who was called Tammy and a big black cat called Max.

The P.A. went with no expectations and the notion that she didn't even want another cat.   But when she saw Max, she knew she couldn't walk away and then when she heard Tammy's story she knew she couldn't leave her behind either. And that's how Humphrey and Miss Mildred came to Sleepy Hollow.

Miss Mildred's story began at an old peoples home in Mansfield, Notts.  She was part of a 100+  feral colony and slowly all of the cats were trapped and neutered then rehomed.  Mildred escaped the trap fur quite some time and lived in a broken greenhouse while the kindly residents still put food out fur her.  When she was eventually caught, Brenda had her neutered and she was in the next cage to Humphrey.  She was tiny fur her age, no bigger than a 6 month old cat when she was 2 years old.

When the P.A. brought the pair of them home and released them from the carriers. Humphrey settled in like it had always been his home, yet Mildred ran upstairs into the spare bedroom and hid up inside the antique bed.  She spent 3 months in that room, hiding up on the wooden lats between the bed springs under the bed, so the P.A. set up a litter box and feeding station so she didn't have to go far.  The P.A. also spent that 3 months half lying under the bed trying to coax her out for up to 3 hours a day and eventually one day Mildred just appeared in the kitchen and she neffur looked back.

Being from a feral colony she was terrified of peeps but slowly as time went on she became the fussiest fuss monster effur, like seriously mew would neffur have believed the turnaround in her trust and demeanor.  She would chase mew fur pats and dribble, mew would have neffur thought that a cat so small could compete with the dribble from a St Bernard, but she did and won paws down.

She loved to play fur hours on end, and to say where she started out in life and where she ended up, it was like North and South Poles, the difference was incredible. 

Sadly in late 2008 she started to cough up blood and aftur a trip to the vets, it was discovered she had a tumour between her lungs and nothing could be done to save her. 

Miss Mildred departed offur the Rainbow Bridge on the 29th January 2009 and to this day no-one has taken her crown fur the fussiest, friendliest dribble monster in the known cosmos, and also she was the reason fur so many other unwanted kitties being adopted by the P.A.'s friends, because once they'd met her they wanted a cat of their own.

Miss Mildred Marbles was truly amazing and is sadly missed effuryday too, and fur such a small cat she had the biggest heart mew could effur imagine. 

OTRB 29th January 2009  aged 11

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That concludes our Remembrance Tribute to our fallen hero's, sorry if we rambled, though we could have rambled much more!  That's why today post is called:

Gone But Neffur Furgotten

Wishing mew all a supurr cuddly day, as mew must make time to cuddle those mew love dearly

Sweetest Sunday Purrs

Basil & Co xox




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Friday, 27 January 2017

The Pet Parade Blog Hop No: 180 ~ Rascal & Rocco Co-Hosted by Basil & Love is Being Owned By A Husky & Barking from the Bayou





Friday greetings wunderpurr pals

Furstly we must apologize fur not posting yesterday, only the computer monitor decided to go to Silicon Heaven - how selfish of it!  And then we had to wait 24 hours to get a new one... it was so pants on so many levels, so mew'll have to wait until next week to get the answers to last weeks crosswurd - sorry! 

Anyhoo our week apart from that has been fairly uneventful, except fur Amber's monster hissy-fit earlier in the week caused by Audible's inability to let her purrchase more credits fur more books, mew can read all about it on her Wurdy on Wednesday post - see link below - and it was a hissy-fit to end all hissy-fits!  Since then she has been drowning her sorrows in copious amounts of primo nip to dull the reality of not being able to purrchase any new books fur the next two weeks - OH DEAR! MOL

The rest of us are feeling a little bored, we've got itchy paws as this time of year it's too cold fur anything and outdoor time is limited and then the temperature plummeted a couple of days ago and we can smell snow in the air... not good.... in fact we're so desperate fur a new adventure, if one doesn't come knocking soon we're going to get the Hummer out and go look fur one.  But don't tell the P.A.!

How's your week been, and do mew need The 'B' Team to come help with anything at all? Seriously anything at all, we can be there in a jiffy! MOL 


If mew missed anything this week, here's the latest links fur your purrusal!



We'll be back with our usual Selfie Selection on Sunday, so hope mew can join us then.

In the meantime we wish mew all a truly terrific weekend!

Happy Hopping

Sweetest purrs & nose bumps

Basil & Co xox



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Wednesday, 25 January 2017

Wordy on Wednesday with Biblio-Kitty Amber #26 featuring The Cat, the Professor and the Poison

Welcome To


With Amber ~ The Self-Appointed Biblio-Kitty


Wunderpurr greetings fellow book lovers 

I do hope mew've had a great week, mine was progressing well until I went to buy a new book from Audible and saw that I had no credits left.  Well mew can imagine my utter horror at this discovery.

Now mew see I'm on the 24 books a year package, which I probably eat through in the furst 2 - 3 months.  I wish they did a '52 A Year Book Package + Extra Credits' as this would be much more to my liking.  Anyhoo, so once I've used all my 24 credits, Audible allows me to buy another 3 credits fur £11.99 at a time. So that was fine until Monday evening when I thought, I really need something new to listen to, so I got my ipad out and found a book I wanted knowing already that I had used my last credit last week, but I thought oh it's no purroblem I'll just get 3 more credits - wrong!

It would appear that I have reached my maximum credit limit and there's no more until my subscription renews on the 12th of February.  Can mew imagine I have to wait 2 more weeks before I can get anything new - it's SHOCKING, A COMPLETE TRAVESTY in fact!

 I feel sick... light headed... dizzy in fact... with palpitations... hot and cold sweats... the room is spinning...

What on earth am I going to do????

SHOCK!



DENIAL!



I raced into the kitchen and found the P.A. 

"I can't get any new books!" I blurted. "And I can't buy anymore credits!"

The P.A. stared at me as she was dunking a double choc chip cookie in her coffee while sat at the kitchen island.  The coffee-sodden cookie broke and splashed into the cup.

"Oh flipping flip Amber, that's terrible!" she said using a teaspoon to fish out the soggy cookie.

I stared in horror as she ate the now really soggy cookie off the spoon and thought, she's really not taking this critical crisis seriously. 

Taking a deep breath, I said as calmly as possible. "What are mew going to do about my desperate dilemma?" Then added. "This is a DEFCON 2 situation!"

The P.A. dunked another cookie and ate it before she replied. "Amber you have probably more books than anyone else I know, also you have your very own private library and I don't know of any other cats that have that facility, go find something to read among the stacks and don't forget there's more boxes of books in the shed that we still haven't unpacked yet, so don't tell me you haven't got anything to read." She sipped her coffee and then continued. "You have over 500 books on the kindle too, read one of those!"

That was so NOT the answer I wanted!


Then to add insult to injury the P.A. said whilst eating another cookie. "You should have managed your credits better!"

Jeez, what does a kitty have to around here to get some sympathy and some new books????

 Anyhoo enough of my book buying issues, let's get stuck into this weeks book pick.




This week on book reviews with Amber, I'm sharing



The Cat, the Professor and the Poison 


Cats in Trouble Mysteries Book II


by



Here's the book blurb courtesy of Amazon UK:

Between her kitty quilt-making business and her three beloved cats, Jill has her hands full. That doesn't stop her from wanting to solve the mystery of the milk cow that's gone missing from her friend's farm. But imagine her surprise when a stolen cow leads to the discovery of fifty stray cats and one dead body-a victim of cold-blooded murder.

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Mew may remember that a while ago I reviewed the furst book in the series, 


Click the link fur a quick recap if mew need it! MOL  

Anyhoo I thought it was about time that I shared the second one with mew.  Quilter, Jillian Hart and her three kitties, Chablis, Syrah and Merlot are back in the midst of a new murder mystery, this book is equally as entertaining as the furst, if not more so because mew already love the characters!  It has endless plot twists and turns to keep mew listening right to the furry last wurd.  When I start one of these novels I usually listen to it in a day, let's just say I'm a binge listener and probably get through at least 6 novels a week.  It's true I am a book'a'holic! MOL

If mew enjoyed Book I, mew'll certainly enjoy this too.

Paperback copy:  275 pages

Audio Edition: 10 hours 33 minutes

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The Amber Biblio Rating System Fur Offurall Enjoyment:




Ratings of:

The Cat, the Professor and the Poison



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Characters

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Narration

Offurall Enjoyment



I hope mew enjoy this book if mew do take the plunge and get it... and if mew've read it already, tell me did mew think?

Sadly it's time fur me to say BFN or bye-fur-now as mew know the drill, so many books, so little time and don't furget to stop by tomorrow fur Basil's Brain Training!

Happy reading or listening

Bestest biblio purrs

Amber xox




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