Would you support us and vote for our little book ?

      Sir Winston and myself, daddy included, would be very thankful if you would click on our book and vote for us in the Reader’s Choice Awards.

      You can still behave like us cats. You don`t have to do very much.  We love taking our time.  🙂

 

 

Simply click on the link daddy inserted into this posting.

Scroll down a bit to the category

Vote for Your Favorite General Fiction Book!

(It´s on page 13 of 16)

Our little book is listed 4th from the bottom of the list.

You then click on our book and verify who you are by using your Facebook account or whatever.

      You have to verify yourself to stop people cheating and so that the kind people at TCK Publishing know that you are not a robot, whatever one of those is.

Here is the link:-  https://www.tckpublishing.com/2019-readers-choice-voting-page/

      We both hope you don’t mind helping us. Your support would be really appreciated.

This posting is not in our typical style so we will be posting something ‘proper’ within the next two weeks.

Thank you for your time.

      See you in a couple of weeks (we hope).   🙂

Purr purr and a big meow!

 

The night twinklers

It was a late, warm summer evening and Mr Midnight and Sir Winston had both meandered over to their favourite spot in the corner of the garden. They sat in front of the garden shed and enjoyed the warm air gently stroking their fur.

It´s not bad for this time of year is it, Sir Winston?

Can you smell the warm air angels tickling your nose Mr Midnight?  They are especially active upon nights such as these. Yes, it´s a great night tonight.


Mr Midnight looked up towards the dark sky and then suddenly moved his back right leg to have a little wash.


Who do you think puts the twinklers on Sir W?

The twinklers?

Yes, the twinklers. They switch them on every night, but sometimes they are not as bright as they are tonight.

I suppose the humans sometimes attempt to save their electricity; but not tonight!

Do you mean the shiny, illuminating things in the sky?

What else could I be talking about Sir Winston?

Well, humans have lots of twinklers all over the place. They even have their twinklers sometimes working when it isn´t even dark.

I believe English-speaking humans call twinklers stars. I`m not sure how they work though. Perhaps they switch them on and off with their invisible cables or something.

Well, the twinklers, or stars if you please, do look very nice.

I didn´t think that humans were any good at creating such beauty. The beauty on our planet often appears to get torn into tatters by their misdoings.

Still, you live and learn.

I do not think that they are human twinklers in the sky Mr Midnight.

I thought so. The twinklers up in the sky are way too pretty.

They are natural twinklers. They just like to come out at night to say hello. I love observing them.

The other twinklers, or should I say, blobs of light, must be the human-made type of light. I´ve heard that humans have a problem with their twinklers because they cause so much light pollution. The natural twinklers up in the sky can not shine as bright when the humans turn on all their blobs of light.

Pollution. I`ve heard that word before. It´s such a dirty word. I hope we don´t have too much pollution in our neck of the woods.

I believe that light pollution is more of a problem in large towns and cities. Our little village appears to be quite safe, at least that´s what I think.

There´s a lot of the blobs of light shining along the path where the smelly vehicles drive at night but at least we do not have any advertising boards in our kingdom.

I really don´t know why the humans have to light up the whole planet every night. Speaking as a cat, I don´t find it necessary but there again, I´ve got good eyesight!

Perhaps the humans don´t want to look at the natural twinklers so they decide to blend them out with their light sources.

Oh well, everyone seems to do what they want to do anyway these days Sir Winston. Even us cats!   🙂

(C) Copyright MAGS 2019

 

“A Helping Paw”

“A Helping Paw” by Allan Gilmour

” . . . a truly inspiring story . . .”

Tredition UK “Book of the Month” May 2019

 

      Aren´t you both a little excited about your new venture lads? Look at the video:-

       To tell you the truth daddy, I´m as frightened as hell about the very prospect of it all, especially because my paw appears on the cover. I don´t know why we started such a thing.

       I just hope the poor people still like us after they have read our little book. We cats are not used to writing books.

       I´m sure everything will be alright, after all, our new book is not much different than our blog.

       So why did we do it?  If it´s not much different than our crazy blog then there doesn´t appear to be much reason for producing such a thing.

      I wish you both wouldn´t keep referring to our new book as “a thing”.

I`m sure somebody out there loves pussycats and will be interested to learn a little bit more about themselves. We only released the book 6 weeks ago and it is has already become a UK “Book of the Month” May 2019. I was just as surprised as you two. That gave us a buzz didn´t it?  The publisher has even written a nice review of our work. Here is the link:-

https://tredition.co.uk/book-of-the-month-uk/book-of-the-month-may-2019/

 

       I just hope we haven´t gone over the top on this project daddy. You know we cats like to keep a low profile.

       Purrrhaps nobody is really interested and we can keep our low profile.

      Which would have been a waste of time now wouldn´t it?

Try to embrace the challenge. I have faith in what we do.

       Well, although I´m a little uneasy about it all, I´m still rather curious to find out what happens. Perhaps somebody will like what we wrote.

       Curiosity killed the cat, as they say Sir Winston.  Still, I’m game if you are all game.

Let me show you the cover, Sir Winston, and then I can get some household duties done.

Here we are:- “A Helping Paw”

Available on all major book websites; for e.g. Amazon.com, Amazon.co.uk or wherever your favourite bookstore may be.  🙂

 

And here is another promotional video:

 

It would be nice if some of you nice people out there would like to buy our book about our latest adventures.

We will hopefully see you next month.  Bye bye, purr purr and a large meow for now.  🙂

 

(C) Copyright MAGS 2019

 

 

A curious cat

Sir Winston and Mr Midnight were in the cellar, waiting patiently for their evening meal. Sir Winston thought he would use the time to have a small wash while Mr Midnight stared at the rows of cat food tins and pouches aligned neatly on the shelf opposite.

May I interrupt you for a moment Sir Winston?  I have a small question which you may be able to answer.

Sir Winston was in the middle of his evening wash but he stopped just to say;

Fire away Mr M. I`m just finishing the last final strokes to my early evening care program.

It was playing on my mind, but do you think our food grows in those strange flimsy, slippery things daddy opens when he serves us our food?

There´s also the long, twiggy food he gives us as a snack.  That also seems to be carefully protected in shiny, slippery, unedible stuff.  I`m not sure if it grows on those big, graceful things, like in the garden, but I do know that the heavy, shiny things do not grow in our green kingdom. Daddy said that the heavy food containers are produced by humans.  I think he called them tins.

Listen! He´s coming down the stairs to feed us.  What a great sign!  I will ask him before we wolf our food down our necks.


Hello daddy, and purrr purrr.

Good evening Mr Midnight. Are you alright?  You usually trip me up, wrapping yourself around my legs when I arrive at this time in the evening.

Before Sir Winston and I commence our evening banquet, I was curious to know what our food containers were made from. I don´t mean the things Sir Winston said were called tins. Do the other containers grow in a green kingdom somewhere foreign, because they look strange to me?

You mean the cat food pouches?

They are also man-made, especially for you cats.

So, Mr Midnight was right when he said those pouch things appeared to be a little strange.

I know you cats are fussy sometimes, but does it really matter? The food tastes alright doesn´t it?

I try and vary your diet as best I can.

Oh yes, we love the stuff you dish up. We were just curious to know that´s all.

I once read that cat food pouches, just the same as toothpaste tubes, although we won´t talk about toothpaste just now,  are made from a thin layer of aluminium and a substance we call plastic.

What´s aluminium?

And what is plastic?

Aluminium is a light metal and is one of the commonist metals in the Earth`s crust.

So, it is a natural product?

In a way, yes it is. It is mined from Bauxite and is a man-made natural product. We like to make things out of it, such as part of your cat-food pouch.

And Bauxite?

Bauxite is a stone, so it´s a natural product.

And the plastic stuff? What about that?

Plastic is a synthetic material and is man-made.

Do women make it as well?

I´m sure they do Sir Winston.

Plastic, and its byproducts, are harming our environment. We use way too much of the stuff and most of us humans take plastic for granted. I suspect we rely on it so much because of convenience – it is relatively cheap and light in weight. However, some of us humans are now coming to terms with the problems associated with plastic.

My food doesn´t seem so appetising now daddy. It´s wrapped up in stone stuff and strange synthetics.

It won´t harm you, I´m sure. That´s why I try as best I can to vary your diet.

Well, my tummy´s rumbling so aluminium layers, synthetic stuff or not, I would like you to dish out the “mains” now daddy.

Thank goodness I forget stuff so quickly. You´re right Sir Winston, let´s eat and be merry!

(C) Copyright MAGS 2019

 

 

 

 

What you sow, you reap.

       You should be more careful with your thoughts and actions Mr Midnight. Craftily sneaking up behind me while I cat-nap to finsih the last drops of milk out of my saucer is very cheeky. I believe it´s called “stealing”.

       I`m just following my natural instincts Sir Winston.

       I suppose there´s nothing wrong with that; although all souls reap what they sow in life you know.

       To tell you the truth, I had already noticed that. My greedy appetite got the better of me.

I should know better really, what with having studied the human race for so long, but after all, I am only a small, little pussy cat.

      It´s a shame the humans are not more switched on to how their actions (and thoughts)  effect the world they live in.  I don´t really like to say it but I thought humans were more intelligent than us pussy cats.

They appear to find it just as hard to accept such a fact, as we do.

      Possibly because like me, they just follow their natural instincts.

Perhaps humans are not supposed to live respectfully with one another. Perhaps humans need to suffer with which to experience life. Perhaps humans are still not aware of the TRUE meaning of love.

Such notions would certainly explain modern, human behaviour.

       Well, as I´ve already mentioned, we´re no better are we.

       But we do not pretend to be something of which we´re obviously not.

Power and money often seem to be the prime motivator for many human activities.

I´m terribly confused as to why human beings appear to believe that they are respectful, loving and generous when there are so many tragedies and suffering in our world, rapid environmental change issues and so much deep resentment towards other cultures within our societies.

What we sow is what we reap.

       That´s perhaps why so many countries on our planet are struggling with their finances. Bad energy is generated when countries invent legislature that is against humanism. Governments make their actions legitmate by calling it “the law” but their modus operandi is not necessarily correct and humanistic.

If one cons people, then one will be conned as well. If we give from the heart, then we will receive from the heart. That is the law of attraction.

       I cannot promise anything Sir Winston, but in future, I will certainly try to not steal any more milk from you, otherwise I suspect you´ll steal my milk.  🙂

       We both wish you humans all the best with your endeavours to become even better human beings.

With love from Sir Winston and Mr Midnight.   🙂

 

xx

 

(C) Copyright MAGS 2019

 

Mobile phones, television sets, soccer and automobiles.

       What´s all that about – mobile phones, television sets, soccer and automobiles?

       I´ve no idea Sir Winston. I suppose they could be linked to the human races survival packet.

       But I thought a human survival packet was similar to a cats survival packet – you know; plenty of exercise, good nourishment, lots of nice sleep and time for play.

       Well, I haven´t seen many human beings using that kind of survival pack Sir Winston. If they did, most of them would be more balanced, healthier and much happier human beings. I`m afraid I don´t see many of those kind of humans when I`m on my travels.

I really think that the humans have swapped their instinctive survival pack for the one you mentioned above.  They can´t seem to live without mobile phones, television sets, soccer and automobiles.

       I see what you mean. You could be correct in your assumption Mr Midnight. I suppose most human beings would really be lost without such items.

How would they cope?

They would have to write down messages on paper, create their own sources of entertainment, move about a bit, and move about even more!

How terribly old fashioned.

       Just imagine, a human being would sit down (with a nice cup of tea or saucer of milk) and write a letter (with a pen, not a touch screen) to a friend, asking them if they would like to go for a nice walk to watch some form of entertainment in the village.  It doesn´t bare thinking about does it?

       I can imagine most of the poor darlings would get out of breath just thinking about such a notion.

       But, don´t you think they´d realise that somethings not quite right somehow?  You know, their constant illnesses possibly getting on their nerves, their short concentration spans, their dissatisfaction’s and their aggressive mood swings becoming intolerable?

       I very much doubt it Mr Midnight. It seems to be a human thing to want to suffer in life. It possibly has something to do with the learning curve. That´s how some of them wish to learn and experience things in the long run.

It appears easier (and certainly less time consuming) to write hacked-up messages on a machine or to take a moving vehicle on the shortest journey. The poor darlings. You have to feel sorry for them don´t you?

       Human beings have so much going for them, what with their technology and extensive knowledge of the planet. On the technology side of things, we cats have absolutely no idea.  Humans are incredibly intelligent creatures; it seems they just choose to not show that intelligence so often.

We cats haven´t got a hope of a chance of becoming as advanced as the human beings but then again, feline creatures (as of all creatures of this planet) are usually a lot more healthier, satisfied and more intact with their environment.

Oh well, I suppose it´s all a human thing. It seems that everyone is on their path.

Perhaps we can help the humans a little more on their journey through life – that´s why we wrote our little book; “A Helping Paw“, which daddy informs me should be on the market in March 2019.  Maybe a reader of two would be interested.

(C) Copyright MAGS 2019

A New Year . . . . .

       Apparently, another year has commenced; but speaking as a cat – I´m not too sure what a “year” is exactly.

      I think “a year” is a human instrument for measuring “time” Mr Midnight.

       Is that why it´s so terrifyingly loud when this “year” thingamajig starts?  Human instruments are always quite loud and as a rule, not very nice for cats ears. I´m not too keen on all those flashing lights and loud bangs either.

       I didn´t mean that “a year” was a musical instrument Mr Midnight. “A year” is a way for humans to measure how much time they´ve been living on the planet.

       Well, I can´t remember how long I´ve been here this time around. It seems like ages. We´ve had quite a few cold spells that´s for sure. Perhaps we could measure the time in “cold spells”?

       The reason you don´t know how long you´ve been here is because you have no interest in counting those years.

       When my time is up, it´s up, and I can then go back home again to wait until my next journey. “Time” is not really all that important is it?

       The humans seem to think it´s important. I´ve heard from Mrs Hedgehog that some humans even get their mid-life crisis when they edge towards certain age groups.

       But how do they know they´re at a mid-life point? Do humans have powers we cats never knew they had?

       Beats me Mr Midnight. I didn´t think one knew when one went “back home” again but apparently, some humans get into a right faff about their mid-lives.

       Isn´t it better to live life in the moment?  After all, that is where life is at and only the moment is true to now.

       Well, it´s now the start of another year so maybe some people will make a resolution to live their lives in the moment.

       That sounds quite pawsable; sorry, I meant plausible!

This “New Year”” thingy can be used to turn a new leaf with which to try and enjoy life a little bit more.  We all have problems in life, even us cats, but that is what life is all about – to discover the beauty of our souls and planet and to find solutions to those tasks which seem sometimes, so impossible.

       Yes, life is truly magnificent if one doesnt`t take it all too seriously.

A HAPPY NEW YEAR 2019 from your Mr Midnight and Sir Winston!

 

(C) Copyright MAGS 2019