Human “groomin”

      Sir Winston, have you also noticed that human beings sometimes appear to lack the art of looking after themselves properly.

We cats are always grooming and washing but some humans obviously appear to think it not so important, at least from what I´ve seen from my observations from the top of the boulders overlooking the school.

      I believe humans do like to get stroked and that they want to care for themselves properly but for some reason, possibly the “time” thingy, washing and caring for ones general appearance doesn´t seem to be high on some human agendas.

       Well, I haven´t seen many pussycats looking straggly and in poor shape. Obviously, wild cats are different but then again, they have to look wild don´t they?

I think it´s a bit of a shame because the human race likes to class itself as being at the top of the evolutionary ladder.  It´s a good job that “sights and appearances” are not part of the concept of classifying oneself as being at the top of the evolutionary ladder.  The human race human wouldn´t stand much of a chance of winning such an award as “Top of the Evolutionary Ladder” if such a contest was based solely on appearance, would they?

      I suppose one shouldn´t judge. Everyone must go through life as they see fit. After all, we cats are not perfect either are we?

      You´re right Sir W. We cats have many faults.

I suppose I noticed so many ragged-looking people simply because as a pussy cat, I like to look at beautiful things. I was a bit shocked, that was all.

Of course, everybody should do what they want and wear what they want.

       In my opinion, grooming not only stops at presenting oneself properly. For me, it also means that I have polite manners and am aware of how I interact with others in my immediate surroundings.

       Quite true Sir Winston. Manners and respect also appear to be traits of yesteryear.

Perhaps manners and respect among humans were also not so high on the agenda in times past but judging from the escapades of today,  values certainly appear to have done a dive.

I mentioned in a previous blog the importance of positive role-models. Orientation seems to be directed towards lower levels of habitation these days. A shame really, especially because it can be so easy to stand-out and be an individual if one applies basic etiquette and humanistic values to one’s life. I try to be a positive role model for other cats myself and although it´s often difficult, through perseverance, I know I can better my character.

       We cats have a lot of time on our paws for “perseverance” Mr Midnight. Humans are so time consumed by their electronic gadgetry. Perseverance requires effort. That´s why it´s easier for us than for humans.

Still, I often see people looking nice when they pass my vantage point, so not all is lost, is it?

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The end and the beginning

      My, my. What an interesting week we had not so long ago.  The humans had their Easter thingamabob again. Apparently, it is the most important date in their Christian calendar.

      Put the poor humans couldn’t celebrate as normal because of their virus thingy still going around. Still, at least for us pussycats, the virus thingummy and Easter mean we house cats get stroked a little bit more often.

      It’s easy to work out why Easter is so important for the Christian humans – it’s because it’s the end and the beginning of a lifetime.

      I don’t think Christian humans see it quite like that Mr Midnight.

That Jesus chappie managed to get himself killed on Good Friday and then on Sunday, he got up out of bed and was resurrected. A great guy don’t you think?

      A shame he had to get himself killed first though, Sir Winston. Still, nothing’s changed very much since those days. One cannot compare people with that Jesus bloke because he was spiritual, but people who generally, have a lot of good stuff to say on a major scale in society usually, become removed because they are seen as being a danger to those in power. It appears to sadly, be the way of human existence. Thank god we cats have nothing to do with such happenings.

And what’s that thing about Good Friday Sir Winston?  Forgive me if it doesn’t appeal to my sense of humour, but calling a day “Good Friday” for the death of an inspirational, spiritual leader doesn’t quite fit in with my common sense.

      I’ve read in one of daddy’s books that the term “Good Friday” comes from the obsolete sense “pious, holy” of the word “good. It sounds a bit wired but there must be some truth in it. It’s sometimes difficult for a cat to understand human logic.

      Well, I think Easter is a fantastic thing.

One dies and then one is reborn. That’s total animal logic.  🙂

      Oh no, Mr Midnight, the good Christian people believe otherwise. One is born and then, one dies, usually going off to a place of fluffy clouds, harp strings and happiness in the blue sky, or if having been a bad human, one is sent to a very hot, dangerous place forever.

      I’ve heard all about those places and have mentioned once before that if such beliefs are true, then there doesn’t appear to be much hope for the human race does there? It looks like it’s going to get quite full in that hot, dangerous place of eternal suffering.

As all animals in the animal kingdom are aware, such places of eternal bliss or suffering are not a part of our conception.

At some stage, we all die, and then we come back again to further master our soul’s skills. For an animal, it’s common sense really.

      Well, everybody may believe what they wish Mr Midnight. There is nothing wrong with that but as for myself, I think I’ll carry on believing the way we animals believe. After all, nobody really knows, do they?

      It’s common sense, Sir Winston. You know, the sixth sense.

      I was aware Mr Midnight but as an Al Murray once stated, “Common sense is not good enough as it used to be, nor is it common enough”.  🙂

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“A Helping Paw” – Foreword Reviews Finalist 2019 Indies Book of the Year Awards

      Hello you readers. We just thought we´d send a little message to say that some very nice people over at Foreword Reviews, in a country you call the United States, obviously liked our book, “A Helping Paw” from Sir Winston and myself (not forgetting daddy!).

      They have decided to put it in their “Finalist” list for the Foreword Reviews 2019 Indies Book of the Year Awards.

 

Here is the link with some info and the list of finalists if anyone is interested.

https://www.forewordreviews.com/articles/article/announcing-the-2019-indies-finalists/?utm_source=marketing-email&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=2019-indies-finalists-notification&fbclid=IwAR1xTdpMwvZXPaldHwt967oGYN_4-0-cahTLJeTroiSC_2MUpnDwWXCx0FE

 

      Daddy was ever so chuffed, especially after him having a rough time at the moment what with having to buy us our cheap cat food and all that.

If any of you have any time left after having done your “home office” thingamabob, purrhaps you`d like to read about our adventures.  🙂

     We´ll write a proper post again shortly. All the very best from myself, Sir Winston, and Mr Midnight.

 

      And please dear people, keep safe!   🙂

 

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Pussycats and the virus

      Oh, dear. Look, Sir Winston, daddy has started purchasing those yellow and red metal cat food containers again. It looks like we’re going to have a rough ride again.

      I don’t think he means to give us that stuff Mr Midnight. I think it’s simply a case of his finances dwindling due to the virus situation.

      Yes, you must be right Sir W because usually, he is very kind to us.

      Those virus thingamabobs are sometimes, quite dangerous, and that is why the whole world has been brought to a grinding halt with which to sort itself out.

Who would have believed that the whole planet would suddenly grind to a halt just because somebody in Asia had decided to make bat soup. At least that is what is being said in the animal kingdom.

      I was talking to our two cat neighbours, Russian Blue and Siamese Sue the other day, and they were also of the opinion that the latest virus challenge is in place because the planet needs to change its course.

      I heard about that to Mr Midnight. The rumour going around the animal world is that the virus has now arrived with which to force the human race back onto the right track.

The poor things have been destroying our planet for far too long, and because nobody has really done anything about changing their way of life, the virus has been inserted from the universe with which to change the human course so that it can evolve in a healthier way.  The virus is not here in which to destroy and kill everybody.

      If its mission was to destroy the humans then a much more dangerous virus would have been created.

I believe the humans will now eventually get the message and change their ways and at the end of the day, life will become that much more precious. Positive values and compassion will become important again and the human race will find better solutions to treating our planet.

A lot of humans now have a lot of time on their paws. Perhaps one or two of them will now want to read our little book with which to pass the time. It may even cheer them up.

If you google “a helping paw allan gilmour” on Amazon.com you will be able to find it, although it is available at any other Amazon Store or online book store, or so I’m told.

      It’s still all quite frightening though, isn’t it? Everything is now all up in the air.

      Well, I’m quite happy to help the human race (and daddy) by not being rude when he dishes up that horrible stuff out of those red and yellow metal containers.

We all have to suffer a bit at the moment and I think that even cats can contribute to the human effort to get things back to normal again.

      You’re correct in your assumption Mr Midnight. I will also sacrifice my feeding habits for a while if it helps the humans find new solutions and get happier again.

After all, everyone can contribute to getting things back to normal again can’t they?  Even us cats.   🙂

 

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Larger than reality

      My goodness, Mr Midnight. Are you feeling alright? Your tail is all bushy and puffed up.

      I just had the fright of my life Sir W.

There I was, minding my own business, when suddenly from out of the blue, this great big ferocious doggy came around the corner and started snapping its teeth at me.

It was a horrible experience. I know doggies do not always have manners and themselves under control,  but what a way to carry on.

The poor dog has no style.

What could I do apart from trying to intimidate it with my puffy tail?

      And did it work? You know, making yourself larger than you are?

      No.

The poor wretched thing was just not interested. It only wanted my skin and fur.

Still, I`ve calmed down now. My tail looks normal again doesn´t it?

      Usually, the tactic of making oneself appear much larger than reality is a useful ploy.

Perhaps it was a foreign doggy and didn´t understand your body language.

      Well, I`ve never seen him before and I don´t particularly want to see him again. Anyway, I thought doggies also had instincts like us pussy cats.

      Perhaps he’s been living too long with his human owner or something. He may have lost some of his instincts by having soaked up too many negative energies.

Poor doggy. I’m sure he didn´t mean to upset you.

      Forgive and forget eh, Sir Winston.  That’s a cunning move.

      It’s not only us cats that sometimes make ourselves appear larger than we are. Perhaps humans have been observing us cats because while watching the box with moving pictures in the living room with daddy,  I’ve noticed that a lot of human beings also appear to want to make themselves larger than they are.

      In what way Sir W.?

      Through their daily actions and their rhetoric.

Haven’t you noticed how some people appear to go through life with inflated egos? The modern world appears to be living life well over its means.

I suppose people make themselves larger than they are because they are frightened of not being seen and left out.

      But it must be tiring trying to be somebody who one isn’t. It’s a bit fake, isn’t it?

Thank goodness I do not have to pretend I’m someone who I’m not. Us cats like a stress-free life.

      If it wasn’t so serious, I actually find those world politicians on the telly quite comical and amusing. They all want to be taken seriously and wish to show the world how great they are but in fact, most of them appear a lot smaller to me than they wish to portray themselves.  They appear to have no idea of how they ruin the planet. Greed and power are seemingly, the most important factors. There are so many empty words and fake promises.

      I’m thankful that many people can obviously, still see through all of the deceit, Sir Winston. All is not lost.

Inflated egos never got anyone anywhere.

      Should we have a spot of lunch Mr Midnight? All this deliberating about being larger than real has given me an appetite.

      Perhaps daddy has got some of my favourite cat sticks hidden somewhere. Eating a cat-stick would put my mind at rest.

Let’s go and have a look, should we?

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Climate change and cat worries

      Sir Winston, why do you think our green kingdom outside has now turned to brown with a yellow hue?  Our green patch never used to look like that?

Have the humans been up to something again?

      I was thinking the same the other day Mr Midnight.  Our garden looks a terrible state. The air angels have been using their hot rays this year to make it a very warm summer. I like the warmth of the air angels beating down on my fur but at the same time, I know it´s not very good for our garden.

      I suspect that the whole thing is a natural phenomenon. Our planet is evolving and changing all the time.

      It still doesn´t look good though does it?

      I thought the humans had been tampering again. You know what the poor dears are like. They are always damaging things. I know they don´t mean to, but they still keep carrying on with their habitual destructive attitudes.

You would have thought that they´d be a lot wiser wouldn´t you. After all, they have got larger brains than us pussycats.

Only yesterday, one of them nearly mowed me down as they were driving their smelly machine way to fast through our kingdom.

      Human beings need to always be on the move Mr Midnight. I believe the very thought of not being mobile scares the poor dears to death.

It is a shame they can´t stay in one place occasionally.  They would at least be able to help genuinely save their environment and they would also have more time in which to delve into their mental states with which to sort out some of their problems.

      Humans appear to be masters at evading their problems.

Still, the humans invented their smelly moving machines which is more than can be said for us cats.  We´re not as clever as the humans at building smelly, moving machinery.

      But I don´t think cats are supposed to drive motor vehicles Mr Midnight. We are supposed to stay put in our territories. That is why we have no interest in building such contraptions.

      You could be right there Sir W.

It´s still a bit frightening though, you know, about how nature and human lifestyles have helped create such worldwide, climate chaos.

      I don´t think we cats can do very much about the problems our world is suffering Mr Midnight. Sadly, we have to leave that job up to the human race.

      There doesn´t appear to be much hope then does there? Speaking as a cat, I don´t really want to rely on the human´s to sort out our world chaos.

Humans tend to learn either when things are too late or when they happen to be suffering.  Their comfortable attitudes seem to get in the way of humans seeing reality.

      It looks like we will have to grin and bear it then Mr Midnight. The air angels may send some water soon with which to help recuperate our once, so green kingdom.

I’m not going to give up on the humans. I`m sure a few wise ones are roaming the planet still Mr Midnight.

Autumn is knocking at the door so we may have a chance yet.

      Well, let Autumn in quickly Sir W. I`m not too fond of all this dryness in our neck of the woods.

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Don´t give up – purrseeVier!

       If you budge over a bit Sir Winston, I may be able to get a paw on it.  It´s wedged somehow underneath the steps to the house.

       It´s no good moaning at me Mr Midnight. I´ve been trying to get the thing out for what seems like ages.

       Purrhaps you mistakingly, pushed it further underneath the steps. Now it´s completely wedged between the wall and those heavy bricks. Oh dear.

I`m not going to give up though.

I will purrseeVier!

       PurrseeVier?  Whatever are you going on about Mr Midnight?

       You know, I will keep on trying until I can get my paws onto the ball thing.

       But why purrseeVier?  Vier is the German number for the number four.

       Don´t you write it like that Sir Winston?  I`m a German cat and I thought purrseeVier was written with a ‘Vier’ at the end of the word.

       Your mincing your words again, like some of the people do in our neck of the woods.

       I don´t like mince Sir W.

       I know it´s fashionable to mix words up these days but I meant that you are mixing your words. One does not write the word ‘persevere’ with a ‘Vier’ at the end.

       Who is ‘Percy Vier’? I know it´s not a typical German name but I  thought that there were only three cats called Percy living in our street, not four.

       Oh Mr Midnight, You´re getting confused. I was talking about ‘Persevere’

       Percy Fear?  I don´t know him.

       I think we´d better leave things as they are for now Mr Midnight. The whole situation about trying to get this ball out from underneath the steps and the hot sun beating down on my fur reminds me it´s time for my little 14 hour nap now.

You can keep persevering all you like. If you´re lucky, you may even meet Percy Fear.

       Will do, Sir Winston. Perseverance helps form character and I love meeting new characters.

See you later!

 

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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!   🙂

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“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.  🙂

 

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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!

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