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Trent P. McDonald Musician, composer, author, photographer, general creative.

Alexander, AKA “Super Scamp”

After we lost Josie last December we started thinking “kitten”. As it became more and more obvious that Albert most likely would not last the year (of course we had thought that other years), our search got more serious and we started to apply to shelters. Yes, you need to be approved to adopt. We had a reservation to see a couple of cats last Saturday.

And then we lost Albert on Friday.

So we went to the shelter, Darbster in Manchester, NH, on Saturday. We were supposed to look at a bonded pair of females. the were scared to death of us! After 10 minutes of sitting quietly near them, they were stills cared to death.

Hmm, I do not want to force these cats into a house with two largish dogs and another cat if they are already so traumatized by us just sitting near them.

So we started looking at other cats and kittens.

Two really wanted attention. I opened the door of the first. She allowed me to pat her, then ran off to explore. The other said “Not good with other cats” on his door, but I decided to look anyway.

This cat seemed starved for attention. When the other forced its way into his “kitty condo”, he just sniffed it. he did better with Patches than any of the other cats did!

So he, renamed Alexander, came home with us.

Alexander is about 8 months old. he is a sandy gold, very light colored. He is long and very thin. He has very soft, short hair. He is a bit slinky, but also athletic.

Alexander explored every corner of our largish house within a few hours. he has been getting to know the other animals, though there is still a little hissing and growling.

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Tower #writephoto

Image by KL Caley

When I was growing up, I always thought Gramps was eccentric and, well, a bit daft.  He spoke softly in a strange, lilting tone.  His actual words were a riddle to me.

One of the oddest things about Gramps was his building projects.  He had turned his small farm in upstate New York into a medieval village.  Not the entire village, just a few tiny thatched houses and other odds and ends.  But the centerpiece was a full-sized ruined castle.  There was just one wall with a pointed arch portal and a tall, narrow, crenelated tower remaining.  I know it was newly built, but it looked ancient.  I used to play make believe about goblins and elves and things every time we visited.  I had so much fun playing around it.

Never in it, though. 

I was told there was only one room that could be used, and it was Gramps’ private domain.

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A New Home?

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

I looked out at the strange city.

We were only supposed to have a four hour lay-over before that long flight across the Pacific.

We watched the TVs in horror.  I didn’t understand a word. I didn’t have to.

Our flight was delayed and then canceled.  I was placed on a flight the next day, but that was canceled as well, as were all flights for the next few days.

The airline put us up for a few nights, but then word came that it would be weeks, maybe months.

I guess it is a good time to learn Korean….

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word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © Ted Strutz . Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “Linky“.

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I was thinking the aftermath of 9/11, but perhaps something modern and even worse. It could, of course, fit into being stranded by the pandemic…

The Great Quest #nonet #doublenonet

The flow of time brings us together
In a microscopic moment
That lasts for eternity
Souls conjoined for a step
Explore for a season
Search for answers
Look with me
Spirit
Seek
Us
Meaning
Push forward
For a moment
On the long journey
We have only one quest
Forever breaking new trails
By the river of existence
Forever searching for its meaning

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This was written for Colleen’s weekly Poetry Challenge. This week the challenge was to use the two words Life and Move, but using only synonyms of those words. I decided to do a double-nonet so I could get that hourglass shape…

The Weekly Smile for the 10th of May, 2021 #weeklysmile

Hi! I am going to start this smile with a sad story. We lost our cat Albert last week. You can read here. Albert has not been healthy for literally years, and the last few months… anyway, we already had an appointment to see kittens at a shelter on Saturday, so up we went.

Anyway, here is Alexander.

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He is about 8 months old, very sweet and gentle. He quickly got past the barriers we put up (lol) and explored the entire house. Our remain cat, Grace Kelly, has not warmed up yet, but he’s super interested in her. The dogs are super interested in him! But he isn’t ready quite yet…

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The Weekly Smile Recap for 5/3 – 5/9/2021 #weeklysmile

Hi all. Odd week all around, both here at home and out in the world. Some things were, well, we’ll ignore them for now, while others were worth a smile or two. Thinking of that, if you need a smile or two, just click some of the links below!

Trent’s World
Sillyfrog’s Blog
The Jesh Studio
The Hidden Edge
Ruth Blogs Here
Change is Hard
Mylife-and-Horsestories
Ruth Scribbles
Touring My Back Yard
Thistles and Kiwis

Not as many as some weeks, but still a great bunch of smiles, don’t you think?

I’ll post this week’s smile in about an hour. What made you smile?

If We Were Havign Coffee on the 8th of May, 2021 #weekendcoffeeshare

Hello and welcome. Come on over and I’ll get a strong dark roast, a cuppa tea or some hot cocoa. It is actually relatively warm and a little later in the day than I usually post, so you can have something cool, like water, if you’d like. It is warmish, but not as warm as a few other days. It is also cloudy, but a nice weekend day. And it does feel like spring. Where are we? Even regular visitors may not recognize the new photo at the top as being from New Hampshire (note, I am using this one for now because it says “New Hampshire” a lot louder than the other).

First thing is the sad news that we lost one of our cats, Albert. His health had been deteriorating for quite a while, but the last two weeks it took a nose dive. We’ll miss him. You can read more here.

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Albert, RIP

We lost Albert last night. It wasn’t a surprise at all. I was almost surprised he made it through the day. He was sick a few years ago and never fully recovered. Since then, it has been off and on for him and thought he was on his last legs, only for him to bounce back.

I didn’t mean the little pun in the last paragraph, but Albert had only three legs, so “last legs” might not have been a great choice of words. He was also FIV positive, that is like HIV, but “F” for “Feline” instead of “H” for “Human”. I won’t say he had kitty AIDS, but he did have an immunity issue and we were told we would most likely have him for less than five years. It was over ten. I am not sure how old he was when we got him – they said “Two”, but my guess is older. So he would have been at least 12.

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One Phone Call

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

You’re in prison?! What happened?

I decided to save some money and move our doublewide mobile home myself.  Bob took the right half, I took the left.

Bob?  Oh no…

Bob did OK and delivered it fine.  I had never driven a big-rig and didn’t know you needed a special license.  Or training…

What happened?

I was making a left from 42 onto Main…

The busiest intersection in town.

…and misjudged the corner.  I got stuck blocking all lanes from all directions.

Oh no.

When I didn’t have ID, the police asked where I lived.

You didn’t!

I said, “Here…”

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word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © Ted Strutz . Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “Linky“.

Today’s “Poem” #nonet

I am looking for inspiration
I try a few words at random
I look back at some old works
I scan my images
But I have nothing
Where is the muse?
I’m left dry
Empty
Blank

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This was written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. Today was poet’s choice. I had nothing, so… I wrote a nonet. ;)

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Photo is me with my “Covid-long hair” – I’m going for that early 1970s Prog Rock star look ;)