Luckily, I hadn’t ordered the chicken the day this fellow decided to cruise through the restaurant.
For Cellpic Sunday
Luckily, I hadn’t ordered the chicken the day this fellow decided to cruise through the restaurant.
For Cellpic Sunday
When I saw this prompt, I just had to reblog this blog of mine from 2018. It was too perfect.
My friend Larry Kolczak has allowed me to copy this hilarious email sent to me. I’ve been trying to convince him he should have a blog himself. Do you agree?

Six months ago, we hung these beaded curtains on our second-floor patio fence to obscure the view into the neighboring lot. Recently, …

… we started finding broken strands. We figured it was because the curtains weren’t made for outdoor use, and that sun and wind had deteriorated the nylon strings. But, that wasn’t the problem…

It turns out that many of the eco-friendly beads are acorns.

Guess who noticed?

He nips the string to get the uppermost acorn…

… which he either eats on the spot, or buries in our potted plants, and leaves us with the…

…collateral damage.
Go HERE to find Larry’s monthly articles in El Ojo del Lago.
MVB‘s Prompt is Acorn.
For Cellpic Sunday
I figured out what my strange night visitor was. It was a cacomistle!!! This is exactly what it sounded like and if you hear it, you’ll see why i was so mistified!!!! Go HERE to hear it. Isn’t this the oddest animal sound you’ve ever heard? It is also called a Mexican ring-tailed cat, but it is related to a raccoon, not a cat. I found a web discussion from 2018 where a resident of Chapala had seen and photographed a cacomistle in a tree near their home, so I guess they have been seen here, albeit rarely as they are more common to Central America. Fascinating. I hope the one I heard stays safe and high up in the tree away from the dogs. Perhaps it will move on. I’ll continue to put them in for a few nights until I hear no nore midnight clicks and squeals.
To see my original post leading up to this one, go HERE.
But…now a further solution to the mystery. It seems coatimundis make similar sounds. Go HERE to hear them.
There are 18 species of small to medium-sized species in this family. They are found in North, Central, and South America. They have medium to long tails, brown to gray fur, pointed noses, and rounded or pointed ears. Many species have masked faces and ringed tails. The species in this order are omnivores. They eat a fruit, berries, seeds, small mammals, birds, eggs, fish, insects, reptiles, and amphibians. All of the species in this family can climb trees. Some species are social and live in groups, other species are solitary and live alone.
I saw the first fellow at the Open Mike I read at yesterday. This fellow’s human had taken the cushion off her own chair and given it to him. The second pair was seen in their cushy bed atop the cabinet in my open-sided garage when I returned home. All’s right in the animal world.
For Cellpic Sunday
Home Invasion
A curious wood mouse prowls the edges
of our garden’s outer hedges,
penetrates our house’s maze,
invades the kitchen and starts to graze.
Though caught within the streetlamp’s glow,
he can’t be seen as he’s below
while we’re above, still sleeping tight,
immersed in dreams that fill the night.
Crude visitor, though frail and small,
nonetheless invades the wall,
climbs up and up from floor to floor,
down the hallway, through my door.
He hears my sighs, observes my snore,
and water dripping just next door
from the faucet of the bathroom sink.
Impetuous, he goes to drink.
Down in his luck, too bad that he
knew not my dad had gone to pee,
saw the mouse and took a swat.
And now, alas, that mouse is not!
The prompt words for The Sunday Whirl today are:maze penetrates edges glow curious crude frail mouse prowl drip sighs impetuous
Yes, I took the photo and yes, I’m holding the mouse. Can’t remember where or when this was taken, but in another photo you can see my rings so I know it is me.
They lie there like slumbering cats,
unaware of my presence,
then stir to stalk a field
where hidden metaphors hunch,
twitching, in the tall grass.
Whether they exist in a dream or not,
they do not know, but dwell there
in the shadow of my sleep,
transformed into jungle animals.
Exposed to the light of day,
they spring, as though tired of waiting,
into my conscious thoughts,
leaving their footprints on the page
where I jot them down guiltily,
a grateful plagiarist
who has merely trapped
the stuff of dreams.
Showing, then curling and retracting their nails,
paw after pawprint, they stalk
one line after another,
as, taking the credit,
I fill another page.
For dVerse Poets. What Animal serves as a perfect metaphor for how you write?
See how other poets wrote to the prompt HERE.
The Cat Blanket
“If Mom’s gonna spread out, we may as well do so, too.”
(Click on photos to enlarge.)
The kitties were all girlcatting it around outside when I lay down on the sofa, but when I woke up after a 3-hour unplanned nap, they were covering about all of me. I had been listening to a book on my Kindle when I fell asleep, but I suddenly realized it had a camera on it, so then and there, I learned how to use my Kindle to take these photos and how to send them to my computer, all while lying under a cozy cat blanket! I love it that I’m just the bottom cat in the pile.
For The Carrot Ranch’s 99-Word Story prompt