My Pentecost

I have had to hide today . It is not that I don't like Tongues of Fire or Mighty winds but it was just too hot to bear in the garden today. Even at nine o'clock in the morning I was hiding. No one could accuse me of being drunk or anything. I had, its true ,needed some laps of aqua tap, after my breakfast of a tuna and haddock pouch,but my behaviour was at all times above reproach. I am not about to go and join the Full Gospel Business Cats Fellowship or anything . If you don't like the heat , stay out of the kit(ten)chen, my mother always said. It was so very hot. I actually did spend some time thinking about Pentecost. I hope all those people like HER sister managed to read all those CaTTadocia type words in the Acts lesson today. SHE had to read the gospel which was easy. I am more a still small voice type of cat.

Bank Holiday Monday Munro

SHE has been grumpy with me recently. HE tried to side with her but I sense he is just going along with her to keep HER quiet. I think YOU would see my point of view . I know that when I was with YOU and HIM in Lewes I had great views. I could see the castle. I could see the Downs. I nearly could see Waitrose.
Here there is nothing much to see . I am not allowed to the top of the house to see the view of the sea. I see the garden of course. I like it on top of the Compost Bin Munro. Hope you are reading this James and Clare, or are you too busy bagging at the moment in Mull.
SHE has been grumpy with me because I have been going to the top of things to see the view. Some are very difficult. I have to do foothills first and then short leaps. Others are tricky rather than difficult. I have to cross slippy terrain without benefit of special footwear. Some are simply dangerous and need much planning and forward thinking.
When Ranulph F. got to the top of Everest last week it was not the only piece of mountaineering news, but my exploits were buried . I have retaliated . I now send the unsuspecting world the first pictures of the ascent of Dining Table.

Spring has sprung ,the grass is riz

I am venturing out a little. The sun is out so why not? I wonder where those birdies is? I was on duty yesterday . I heard a commotion in the grounds. A crow was trying to raid the nest of the Wood Pigeon. SHE ran out and screamed at it , and it flew off. I waited around to see what would happen. I waited around to see if I was needed. I waited around to see if there was anything in it for me. There wasn't so I settled down for a rest.

Reighton Nursery and the Tooth Fairy cat

I sympathise with you Ben , honest I do. But at the moment I am having a little rest. I have been having a little rest all day today on the chair in the sitting room. The sun has been out and THEY have been acting appropriately. First THEY went to the Bottle Bank at Rudston. THEY like that one because SHE likes a drive over the Wolds. She likes the field of yellow , and the potholes and passing places, and ancient places with names like Argham and Bartindale, with nods to the Iron Age. Today SHE saw a hare.
After their sojourn at the Recycling place by the Gypsey Race (dry) at Rudston they enjoyed a trip to their favourite place. I made HER put a picture of it here for you. I know I would have liked it as plenty of Nepeta Cataria is there.

No , those are something else, Lazy Lizzies I think, and a rogue tray of Begonias. I digress, they made full use of the sun by doing lots of gardening. I stayed asleep in the sitting room. At four O,clock SHE made a noise to suggest I ought to get some fresh air so I obliged for an hour on the burning deck.

Fortunately THEY remembered to smooth down my rug for my return to the sitting room for 'Neighbours', and their important phonecall to you DEAR MASTER.
Now we have my suggestion, would you like me to come and Look after you. I can do soft food (pouches only) and would make sure you were warm and comfortable. I have been to that vet person myself for attention to teeth. It was really worth it, I have felt the benefit ever since, despite the huge bill. You will be so glad to have availed yourself of the services of what sounds like a very pleasant and efficient Tooth person. I have got my uniform ready , and can be with you to assist and soothe , just say the word.

Carol Ann

The boy stood on the burning deck whence all the birds had fled
he liked the view, he liked the flag, the wreck with him amok.
Crocosmia Lucifer , bright and beautiful he could be , a hero,blog and helm and verdant dock.

Kiaoracat

Now that SHE has found out what Kiaora means , and is happy with the connotation SHE is thinking of changing the title of MY BLOG. What a B .....cheek! My domicile has been called Kiaora for many many years. All the local Jenkinsons, Cammishes, Scaifes and Cappelmen and Hunters know this kiaorapad of mine. Our Betterware lady was born here and she knows all about it. The retired doctor missioner calls it 'Squash house', and the Kiaora word is on the utility bills. If you type Kiaoracat in to Google you come to me , now very high up 3 from top. What shall she do Benjamin ? Shall SHE call the blog Kiaoracat, do you want me to be famous, or are you happy with the status quo?
I want to keep the Samson title, after all it is what you so rightly named me. I am strong and have lots of fur, and although I have no intention of looking for a Delilah, my op you understand,I am certainly a servant of the Living God as you will see from my blog last week.

Monasticism and Feline Devotions

Did you miss my musings? I am back in what I suppose you would call the Mother House. My time in the cathusian monastry of Cayton Carr has been a tranquil and productive time. I have had a longer retreat this time. A month in the country you could call it. Sometimes the wind from the east brought the sounds of small THEM at Playdale. I think I heard Z and R, E and M one day with their Mothers I and A. I made a fuss some days and hissed at the lay sister. She didnt deserve it , I was very well looked after in my room ( or cell I suppose ) and have done penance. I have not done the things I ought to have done and I have done the things I ought not to have done . Like Mount Grace Priory the idea of the cathusian monastry in Cayton is the same. All the cats have a bed in a pleasant cell, a small walk out of the flap to a yard where catmint could have been grown in pots and a place to parambulate whilst thinking about what God might be saying to you today. The cell itself had a cosy bed space, and a hatch where the lay sister passed my food every day.
I had plenty of time to meditate after doing the daily office. Corporate worship was not allowed , and so although I could sense the presence of other monks and sometimes hear them , singing through the cell walls was not encouraged. I know you have all been celebrating the Easter Triduum, and I thought of you all. I know that for instance you dear master would have bought lots of sweetmeats of the ovoid kind from St Marks and Spencer, and that your mother SHE will have done the flowers at ST Oswalds. I know that SHE and your father HE will have meditated much on Good Friday and been to the Sunrise service on the Country Park on Easter Morn. How did Choral Evensong go? I did miss hearing the family banter.
BUT I am a changed cat. I have had time to think in my cell. I realise that the Dissolution was for cats a good thing. I need fellowship and the chance to share my spiritual gifts among you all, for the good of the Body you understand. Charterhouse is not for me. I am confined in Kiaora for a few days, and then I will be able to regain the land the locusts may have eaten.