tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26423723914562299572024-03-05T05:56:33.268-05:00The Adventures of Poetry & GabrielThe On-Going Adventures of Poetry the Calico Cat and Gabriel the Little White DogCathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103364860587388726noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642372391456229957.post-43104846287366413202019-01-05T11:02:00.000-05:002019-01-05T11:34:00.004-05:00Best Places for Taking NapsCheerio! Poetry here. . . .It has been a while since I last posted. Gabriel was not feeling well the last half of 2018. He had a bad limp and slept a lot. Here are some of the places he liked to nap. . . .
Halfway under beds. . . .
Or chairs. . . .
Between pillows. . . .
In the front garden. . . .
Or on the back deck. . . .
In the bed under mom's Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103364860587388726noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642372391456229957.post-67851401428464073852018-05-20T08:45:00.000-04:002018-05-20T08:45:08.360-04:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY Gabriel!Today is Gabriel's 10th Birthday!
Gabriel came to live with Mom and Dad in 2008 when he was 4 months old. I didn't join the family until the next year, but he welcomed me and we've been best friends ever since.
You can read what Mom wrote about how he came to live with her HERE and how she came to write Gabriel's Tale. There is a link there for the story if you haven't Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103364860587388726noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642372391456229957.post-67583719400059437052018-03-26T09:48:00.000-04:002018-03-26T09:48:09.526-04:00Paws, Heritage and SnowI have very furry paws. Here I am showing them to Gabriel. . .
It turns out only a few breeds of long-haired cats like me have these tufts of fur between our paws. . . .
Mom found this on the Internet:
Long-haired cat breeds show off luxurious coats of long locks. The fur on the bottoms of many of these cats’ paws sprouts forth in tufts between the pads. Maine coons and Norwegian Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103364860587388726noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642372391456229957.post-72379009630960049752018-03-17T19:52:00.001-04:002018-03-17T19:52:24.807-04:00Naming Poetry
In 1995 Mom brought home a new kitten. Her first calico cat, Calico, had gone to Kitty Heaven at age 19½ late in 1993. Here she is with her brothers and sisters. She's the calico top center in the photo. . . .
The family was having a hard time figuring out a name for her. Mom wrote a poem about how they finally named her Poetry. A few years later Mom wrote the stories Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103364860587388726noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642372391456229957.post-56804794038926500682018-03-01T11:03:00.000-05:002018-03-01T11:03:10.107-05:00World Book DayToday is World Book Day so I want to show you one of Mom's favorite artists, Anne Mortimer, and the book she illustrated written by Margaret Wise Brown. . . .
Maybe I like it so much because it starts with a snowman in the yard where Pussycat notices a tree being taken into the house. . . .
Pussycat could tell Christmas was coming because of all the preparations going on. . . .
Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103364860587388726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642372391456229957.post-47855539580709187942018-02-20T09:55:00.001-05:002018-02-20T09:55:13.647-05:00Playing AroundWinter seems to be dragging on! I must confess that when I'm bored I can be quite impish, but Gabriel is a good sport. . . .
It's really hard to ruffle his fur. . . .
Oops! I got his nose! Sorry Gabriel. . . .
I think he's tired of playing around already. . . .
&Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103364860587388726noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642372391456229957.post-78825262145316436812018-02-12T20:18:00.001-05:002018-02-13T19:30:54.497-05:00Wild CrittersI have more videos to show you this week! These involve critters. It was too dark to get a good video so Mom just took a photo. This bear had been headed for the deck around back until Gabriel started barking and Mom opened the back door and scared him off. He turned around and headed back down the ramp. She got this photo through the window from another bedroom. . .Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103364860587388726noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642372391456229957.post-13676769545787804042018-02-05T13:14:00.001-05:002018-02-13T19:33:06.260-05:00Gabriel in the Snow
♫WinterWonderland♫
Gabriel loves the snow! But then he WAS a snowman in his former life, right?! Be sure to click on the music above to play along with Gabriel's "dance in the snow". . . .
&Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103364860587388726noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642372391456229957.post-38596338808591966952018-01-30T20:38:00.000-05:002018-01-30T20:38:55.799-05:00I'm on Twitter!
This is mostly what I've been doing this past week. I know, I know--the life of a cat!
And if I wasn't sleeping on Mom's bed I was under Mom's desk with Gabriel. . . .
Did you get a chance to look at my website this past week and read the prequel stories there? I hope so because now you really must read Gabriel's Tale. Gabriel had quite an adventure in his search for meCathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103364860587388726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642372391456229957.post-23473024822003193452018-01-20T14:00:00.000-05:002018-01-21T05:03:27.267-05:00Welcome to My Web Journal!
I am Poetry the Calico Cat and this is my best friend Gabriel the Little White Dog. . . .
We are so happy that you have stopped by to visit our new web journal (aka Blog). We hope you will read the stories our Mom wrote about our friendship when Gabriel was still a snowman (hee...hee). Yes, that's right--our Mom has a wild imagination! She thinks Gabriel used to be a Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103364860587388726noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642372391456229957.post-69778422376809705292018-01-20T13:46:00.000-05:002018-01-21T19:54:12.598-05:00Poetry & Gabriel in Scotland - Chapter 10: Home and More Surprises
Chapter 10 – Home and More Surprises
“What?!” all three little boys exclaimed at once. The Mr. and Mrs. of the House had just informed them they would be moving once school was out. The even bigger surprise was that they were moving to the Lake District in England.
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“Yipee!” the boys cried. They had only lived in Edinburgh for a Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103364860587388726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642372391456229957.post-41802936737588257142018-01-20T13:45:00.002-05:002018-01-21T04:30:35.799-05:00Poetry & Gabriel in Scotland - Chapter 9: A Whirlwind Week
Chapter 9 – A Whirlwind Week
The rest of the week Poetry and Gabriel stuck close to home. One day they went down to the loch to watch the tourist boats come and go.
Another day the Mr. of the House took Gabriel for a walk. They stopped in the Coach Coffee House where Gabriel promptly fell asleep. It had been a busy week!
The next Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103364860587388726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642372391456229957.post-84772603481814026402018-01-20T13:45:00.000-05:002018-01-21T04:30:52.157-05:00Poetry & Gabriel in Scotland - Chapter 8: Castles, Churches and Rainbows
Chapter 8 - Castles, Churches and Rainbows
Everyone was so busy getting settled in they hadn’t noticed Poetry and Gabriel’s tardiness, so they did not receive the scolding they’d expected. “That was a close one, Gabriel,” Poetry confided. “The Mrs. of the House could have kept us locked in the house, you know. You shouldn’t take her requests Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103364860587388726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642372391456229957.post-63469268936065099942018-01-20T13:43:00.001-05:002018-01-21T04:31:07.393-05:00Poetry & Gabriel in Scotland - Chapter 7: Loch Lomond Here We Come Ready or Not
Chapter 7 – Loch Lomond Here We Come Ready or Not
Thankfully, they didn’t have long to wait because school was out for the spring break the following week. Everything was packed now and being loaded onto the roof of the station wagon. Soon they were on their way, Poetry and Gabriel were consigned to the very back row of seats with the littlest boy who was Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103364860587388726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642372391456229957.post-79643211931872882372018-01-20T13:42:00.001-05:002018-01-21T04:31:23.655-05:00Poetry & Gabriel in Scotland - Chapter 6: A Surprise Awaits
Chapter 6 – A Surprise Awaits
“There you two are!” exclaimed the Mrs. of the House as the three little boys crowded around in the entry hall. Everyone started chattering at the same time until the Mr. of the House strolled in from the front room singing…..
♫You Take the High Road♫
♫By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103364860587388726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642372391456229957.post-27577674273845689472018-01-20T13:41:00.001-05:002018-01-21T04:31:41.367-05:00Poetry & Gabriel in Scotland - Chapter 5: Here We Come Again Edinburgh
Chapter 5 – Here We Come Again Edinburgh
Old Town Edinburgh was like going into another century. It was where Greyfriar’s Bobby lived so Gabriel was a little familiar with it already. It wasn’t a long walk from Poetry’s house to the monument on Carlton Hill. From there you could see most of the city. “So, what do you think?” Poetry askedCathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103364860587388726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642372391456229957.post-52362977038767162062018-01-20T13:40:00.002-05:002018-01-21T04:31:59.373-05:00Poetry & Gabriel in Scotland - Chapter 4: Glasgow Here We Come
Chapter 4 – Glasgow Here We Come
As Poetry and Gabriel walked through the streets of Glasgow—mind you, keeping an eye out for any dogcatchers—they discussed Lassie’s story again.
“Do you think she made it?” Gabriel asked, for the little boy hadn’t gotten to the end of the story yet.
“I’m sure she must have. Otherwise it would be too sad a tale to tell!Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103364860587388726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642372391456229957.post-55499626803982931052018-01-20T13:38:00.003-05:002018-01-21T04:32:30.795-05:00Poetry & Gabriel in Scotland - Chapter 3: Home Again
Chapter 3 – Home Again
They spent the next day lazing about the house. The three little boys were off from school for the weekend. They all played together. Little did the boys know that Gabriel used to be the snowman they built each year back in Maryland. It was a secret Poetry and Gabriel giggled about between themselves. Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103364860587388726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642372391456229957.post-84974191442965969212018-01-20T13:30:00.000-05:002018-01-21T04:32:56.453-05:00Poetry & Gabriel in Scotland - Chapter 2: Exploring Edinburg
Chapter 2 – Exploring Edinburgh
Gabriel followed alongside Poetry noticing all the very old buildings. “This is Old Town,” Poetry volunteered. “It’s where Greyfriar’s Bobby lived.”
“Who’s that?”
“He was a Skye terrier whose master died in 1858 and was buried in the Greyfriar Kirk (church) Cemetery. They say Bobby spent every Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103364860587388726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642372391456229957.post-46421220589575133122018-01-20T13:26:00.001-05:002018-01-21T04:33:12.767-05:00Poetry & Gabriel in Scotland - Chapter 1: Gabriel's New Life in Edinburgh
Chapter 1 – Gabriel’s New Life in Edinburgh
Run! Run!! Gabriel’s ears twitched. A low moan came from his throat.
“Wake up, Gabriel! Wake Up!” Poetry shook her best friend, Gabriel, the little white dog. “Wake up! It’s only a dream.”
Gabriel’s eyes flew open to see Poetry the Calico Cat—his best friend who’d Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103364860587388726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642372391456229957.post-67037236530259227342018-01-19T15:45:00.005-05:002024-01-10T10:12:11.758-05:00Gabriel's Tale - Chapter 12: The Happily Ever After
Chapter 12 – The Happily Ever After
Ding-dong. Ding-dong. Ding-dong. “Will one of you boys please answer the door?” the Mrs. of the House called down from the baby’s room.
The oldest opened the front door. There stood a little white dog holding Poetry by the scruff of her neck. Gabriel laid her down gently as the little boy called up to his mother, “Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103364860587388726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642372391456229957.post-76128732238014640802018-01-19T15:44:00.006-05:002024-01-10T10:00:11.552-05:00Gabriel's Tale - Chapter 11: How Can This Be?
Chapter 11 – How Can This Be?
Poetry was really missing Gabriel. It was early Spring now in Scotland and her heart was sad because she worried about her friend. She hadn’t even gotten to say Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103364860587388726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642372391456229957.post-44223467125951430632018-01-19T15:44:00.004-05:002021-04-23T15:06:03.144-04:00Gabriel's Tale - Chapter 10: Edinburgh?
Chapter 10 – Edinburgh?
The next morning the sun decided to sleep in, but Gabriel was up bright and early anyway. He was feeling much more hopeful as Theodore led him to the lane where he could expect the lorries from Edinburgh to queue up with their deliveries. Theodore explained that the way he could tell they were from Scotland was by the driver’s accent. If he said Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103364860587388726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642372391456229957.post-31032193241436449022018-01-19T15:43:00.016-05:002024-01-09T17:22:29.745-05:00Gabriel's Tale - Chapter 7: Into the Woods
Chapter 7 – Into the Woods
The next morning Gabriel awoke to sounds of chirping birds and running water. He slipped out of the log, stretched, then looked around for where the sound of the water was coming from.
I’m thirsty. He was hungry, too, so on his way to the stream he looked for a berry bush and anything else that might be edible.
That’s when he saw, poking out Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103364860587388726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642372391456229957.post-10287530466184392712018-01-19T15:43:00.014-05:002024-01-09T15:03:43.997-05:00Gabriel's Tale - Chapter 5: The Voyage
Chapter 5 – The Voyage
Feeling energized, Gabriel felt full of hope, but his little legs were getting tired nonetheless. Soon he ran out of sidewalk and ran along the side of the road. It wasCathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103364860587388726noreply@blogger.com0