Audrey Hepburn’s Teddy Bear

IMG_0979This little guy was done up in a great color of brown from Lionbrand’s Wool Ease in cocoa. Giving the bear a mock sweater done in a hushed pink gave the little guy a sophisticated hint of confection, like a chocolate covered cherry. Then I started thinking, the trimming of grey would give a nod to European fashion in the 50’s. The Dior Days of the Catwalk. Paris. Audrey Hepburn’s Teddy Bear. Yeah. Why not? I could see Holly Golightly as a young thing clutching this fashionable teddy bear. His pouting face claiming, “Someone told me I’m beautiful….and I think I believe it.”

IMG_0982He measures 12″ high from to to head, made entirely of Lionbrand’s Wool Ease so he’s wash friendly, and comes with a signed card by me.

I like this little guy. He’s a touch more refined than me, that’s for sure. A little bear a little girl can take to Tiffany’s to dream over diamonds….

To adopt him, click here.

The pattern for this bear is included in my book and pattern bundle

If you’d like to buy my book and pattern bundle on craftsy, click here. The bundle is a pdf that contains not only my book, “MAD MAN KNITTING -or- the waiter and the fly,” but four of my patterns. The bear, the tiger, the bunny, and the bear dressed up in a mock sweater with hat and scarf.

If you’d like to buy it directly from me, click here. Just be sure your email is correct in check out, that’s the email address I’ll be sending it to.

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A Little Grey to Brighten Your Day

IMG_0971I’ve really fallen BACK in love with Lionbrand’s Wool Ease. I was up at Joann’s snagging some more yarn when I saw an entire row of Wool Ease. Now, I’m usually strangely focused when I buy yarn. I zero in on what I want, snag it, rush out the checkout and head home to work. This was one of those days I stood back and actually saw all of the colors side by side. The greens, pinks, greys, browns, and cremes all worked so well together. Sitting side by side in a line, they all had that same colorful connection that caused me to think……bodies, hats and scarves all done up mix matched in these lovely colors. What a great way to close out the year. A nod to the past, a hint at the future….a tidy culmination of moving towards the next step.

This little guy was done up in greys and browns and creme. Adorable, soft, and made with Lionbrand’s Wool Ease, so he’s wash friendly for the little ones in your life. He measures 12″ tall from toe to head and comes with a signed card by me.

IMG_0973oh! My friend Butch is not included. HOWEVER, the pattern for this bear IS included in my book and pattern bundle.

Just click here to adopt the bear….not Butch.

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If you’d like to buy my book and pattern bundle on craftsy, click here. The bundle is a pdf that contains not only my book, “MAD MAN KNITTING -or- the waiter and the fly,” but four of my patterns. The bear, the tiger, the bunny, and the bear dressed up in a mock sweater with hat and scarf.

If you’d like to buy it directly from me, click here. Just be sure your email is correct in check out, that’s the email address I’ll be sending it to.

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The Open Door…..

My friend Butch and I were headed to the supermarket when I piped up.

“Wanna see my little white house?” Of course I’m referring to the little house for sale that I’ve been pining over quite a few weeks now. The one who’s back porch I’ve taken to sitting on in moments of much needed reflection. Don’t worry. No one lives there. Yes, I imagine I could be trespassing, but as long as its vacant, I’m offering that little house a since of needed companionship, and in return it’s little back porch hands in return a place of refuge to sit and dream and think that possibly that the little white house could one day be mine.

IMG_0956We rolled up into the drive way. No one around. Mid day. Perfect weather. We went up to peeking into the windows. It’s rather hard to see inside, the angles of the walls, the height of the windows, you only get a sense of the inside. I was anxious to show him the back porch that I love so much. That’s all I’ve every been able to experience and enjoy.

And as we creaked open the screen door, we both quickly spied the same sight. The back door was wide open. He quickly approached, stuck his head inside. “Hello? Is anyone here?”

I stood timidly at the edge of the screened porch. Wide eyed and mouth agape. He said, “There’s no one here. Wanna go inside?” Do I dare? Sitting on the back porch is one thing, but this is different. I mean, I don’t have the money to buy it, so what if someone should come along and as what I was doing there? What would I say?

“Don’t you wanna see?”

I softly moved up the steps, my breath a little shaky. Never in a million years had I ever thought that I would ever be able to even step inside. Like when dreams come true. You shake your head, you bow in some sort of praise, you disbelieve.

IMG_0960I stepped into the back of the house and suddenly…..I don’t know. I felt embraced. I felt warm and right with the world. I quietly placed my hands on the walls as I moved through the little house and felt as though it touched me back. I stood in the center of the living room before the fireplace, feeling comfort for the first time in a long time. Like when you fall in love with someone and they finally kiss you. It was as if the house glowed, showed itself to me, batted its window lashes at me and bared its soul for me to caress; as if it had taken a fancy to me. Butch commented, “you look bewildered. You’re shaking!”

“I’m nervous!”

“Why?”

“It’s not every day you find your soul mate…..”

Some take to houses like they do friendships. Relationships. I’ve mentioned before, this is my Howard’s End.

After wandering around the house,feeling the beauty that you do when you get hugged by a comforting loved one, we finally decided to leave.

And as we approached his car, I looked back at the house and felt I needed to protect it. I didn’t want to leave, but I didn’t want to leave her unattended. So, I called the realtor.

“My name is Gregory. I just wanted to let you know I’m at the house on Garvin Street for sale and I thought I’d let you know……well, the back door is wide open and I love that little house and I thought I’d let you know so that no one comes in and hurts her…. the house, I mean.”

“Are you serious? Really? Are you sure? I mean, I locked it up tight the last I was there a few days ago. Were there any cars there? Anyone at all?”

“No, It’s open. And I hope you don’t mind, but I took the liberty of walking through it to take a look. :)”

She laughed. “And don’t you love it?”

I smiled brightly, “Yes! Yes, I do! I really do love that house! Well, I need to run, but I just wanted to let you know that the house was open so you could come by and close it up.”

“Thank you SO much for letting me know. That was very nice of you! I can’t imagine why it would be open. But, thank you again for letting me know!”

IMG_0969And before we left I asked Butch to take a picture of me on the back porch. Something to strive for, something to dream about, something I could stare at and make real. And something about my smile in this picture. I smile often, of course, but something about my smile just…….it’s content. Not forced. It’s genuinely at ease and in its place.

And Butch and I went to the supermarket as planned, me rather quiet in that whimsical frame of mind, but despite what was said, nor wasn’t, I just looked at him and smiled, and he did the same. The thought was there. You couldn’t deny it. That beautiful spirit of a home left itself open so I could come see her, pay her a visit, so that we could get to know each other. That open door was there for a reason.

I’ll strive for my lovely little white house, selling my bundled books and patterns. The proceeds all go to helping me walk finally through that open door.

I’ll be dreaming tonight of my one true love that I finally got to meet, finally got to know and hug and spend time with.

That ol’ girl will be mine, hopefully someday :)

madman6x9coverIf you’d like to buy my book and pattern bundle on craftsy, click here. The bundle is a pdf that contains not only my book, “MAD MAN KNITTING -or- the waiter and the fly,” but four of my patterns. The bear, the tiger, the bunny, and the bear dressed up in a mock sweater with hat and scarf.

If you’d like to buy it directly from me, click here. Just be sure your email is correct in check out, that’s the email address I’ll be sending it to.

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Donegal Bear II

IMG_0955This is another bear made with the Donegal wool that was sent to me from Ireland. This time, the little guy was done up in grey with a white mock sweater. Now, the mock sweater, hat and scarf are all done in Lionbrand’s Fisherman’s wool. And of course, the Donegal is 100% virgin wool. He’s a nice plump blear. Soft and sqeezable. He’s ready to ship with a signed card by me. Click here if you’d like to adopt him. There’s only one!

The pattern for this bear is also available in my book and pattern bundle.

madman6x9coverIf you’d like to buy my book and pattern bundle on craftsy, click here. The bundle is a pdf that contains not only my book, “MAD MAN KNITTING -or- the waiter and the fly,” but four of my patterns. The bear, the tiger, the bunny, and the bear dressed up in a mock sweater with hat and scarf.

If you’d like to buy it directly from me, click here. Just be sure your email is correct in check out, that’s the email address I’ll be sending it to.

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You’re a Filthy View

I was just reading an article about a man nearby in Ft. Lauderdale who was arrested for feeding the homeless. Ok. You can read the article here, if you want more info, but I want to get a little closer to something that burned me when I read the comments on the article. You can look at the logistics and legalities and all of that in your own manner of thinking, but it was THE COMMENTS that set me to writing this post.

“the law is not cruel at all.  Just sets some regulation of where you can feed these bums.”

“you can quit your job, eat better than most working people, see any specialist in the healthcare field you need, have dental work done, talk on your free cell phone, put your child in day care while you “look for a job” with the gas card they gave you to fill up your car,  lay down at night in the home they pay the rent for that I could not even afford and remain nice and warm with the heating assistance they provide.”

“either put them on a work program or in a mental institution or run them out of town”

So that’s what people tend to think. He’s an alcoholic. He’s mentally ill. He’s lazy. Let’s get something perfectly clear before we embark any further on anything I have to say. It can happen to any of you, any one of you at any time without hesitation. And it can happen quickly. If you’re financially not prepared for upset, then watch out. You’re next. What’s worse? Once you’re in that situation these are the views that people think of you. “Get a job!” you hear it thrown at you all the time. You hear it biting at you often, and sometimes you just want to scream, “THEN GIVE ME ONE!” And another bit of warning, it can take a second in life to make it happen…..and years, I tell you, YEARS to recover from it. It’s taken me four years now, and I’m just barely getting by. The world looks at you with distrust, distaste and a sense of blind acknowledgement. “God, why are these guys always ASKING me for something? Why are they always BOTHERING me???? GET A JOB!”

At some point in that life, you do give up. You just want to go from one day to the next. One meal, to the next. You forget anything at all about wanting anything more. Security? That’s luxury.

Sorry this post is so…disjointed. I’m not in my right mind. I was SO PISSED by what people thought of the homeless MAN that I just started getting angry and I had to let it out. The homeless in your city are as unique as the people who view them. Some of them want out, some of them want to live from one day to the next, and some of them don’t care anymore and slip into whatever intoxicant helps them forget what’s happened.

It’s easier if you’re a woman. Easier if you’re a woman with a child. But, if you’re a man? Forget it. You’re just another placard photo for someone to snicker at when get off the highway. You’re just another nuisance that bothers people. You’re another road side attraction to roll your eyes at with boredom.

I was once in Walgreens and a woman came rushing in loud and wild asking for a manager. “Some homeless guy outside YOUR store just asked me for change!!!!!”

I, being who I am, piped up and said, “OH MY GOD!!! Did you give him any????”

She replied, “NO! OF COURSE NOT!”

I asked, “DID HE ATTACK YOU????”

“NO!” She said, “I RAN IN HERE!!!”

And I just whimsically asked, “Then what’s the problem?”

“HE was bothering ME.”

So maybe that’s what my question should really be…..is there a problem with the homeless in America? Or are you just BOTHERED by the homeless? Is that what the issue is? I mean, we can find a gazillion ways to help them, but it seems, in turn, what people REALLY want to do with the homeless is to no longer have to be BOTHERED by them. Not help them, not find ways to get the ones WHO WANT out some help, but just no longer have to BOTHER with them. (And don’t mention shelters. You’re better off in jail than in a shelter. In jail, you have protection. Shelters are anarchy and fair game.) I was lucky. I found a way out. And dammit, if it didn’t take every ounce of fighting I had.

We don’t want you feeding the homeless because we don’t want to have to LOOK at them. Push them to the edge of town. Just….do something with them somewhere else. Our pretty views can’t be burdened by something so filthy.

Sorry. I’m just…..PISSED!

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Bundle Stumble

So far, my plan to get ahead selling my book and pattern bundle has stumbled. Now, I could do one of two things. I could give up and say, “It just didn’t work out.” But, I can’t do that. I’d have to fold this laptop, start packing my yarn up, grab the cat and figure out where to go and what to do next. And we’re not going to let that happen. I don’t give up so easily. I’m far too tenacious for that. And as I’ve said before. We’re not going back to life ever again. You keep pushing, you keep striving, you keep moving forward. Stand up, stretch, hold head high and move forward.

I thought about putting an excerpt from the book up as a teaser, but I’m flipping through my book and I can’t find something that stands out for me as a favorite. I love the whole thing! I really do love that book of mine. I copied and paste what must have been 20 pages…..no no no, that won’t do. Too lengthy. And then another excerpt which was basically a paragraph, which told you nothing other than I was convinced Tina Fey and Michelle Yeoh could turn me straight.

So, I come to you. If you’ve read my book and have a favorite part or scene, by all means, tell me about it, tell ALL OF US, about it in the comments section. Here’s one from Melissa from a few posts ago that I loved!

“Just finished your book in one long sitting – ate my dinner in front of my computer – just didn’t want to stop reading!! It made me laugh out loud at times and wipe away tears at others. If your supporters really want to get to know the complex, intelligent, soulful individual that you are and at the same time come together $10 at a time to help put you in a better place, I would urge them to purchase the book – the included patterns are the icing on the cake. Gregory – every time I see a Martini glass, you know who I’ll be reminded of from now on – too funny – and I wonder if that gal ever named her dog Rupert – wonder how many people will pick up on that reference??? Hang in there, my dear, you have a lot to offer the world.”

I love how she got my comment in the book about the dog that should have been named Rupert. She was paying attention :) The whole comment was awesome!

So, once again, comment on your favorite scene in the book. Maybe that will help my book and pattern bundle thrive. God knows I need it. I need my safety. And I’m fighting tooth and nail to get it.

madman6x9coverIf you’d like to buy my book and pattern bundle on craftsy, click here. The bundle is a pdf that contains not only my book, “MAD MAN KNITTING -or- the waiter and the fly,” but four of my patterns. The bear, the tiger, the bunny, and the bear dressed up in a mock sweater with hat and scarf.

If you’d like to buy it directly from me, click here. Just be sure your email is correct in check out, that’s the email address I’ll be sending it to.

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The Donegal Bears and a UK Shout Out

unnamedA few weeks ago Hazel Donnelly sent me some Donegal wool from Ireland. Isn’t that awesome? Direct from her stash in Ireland, this beautiful girl sent me two skeins of Donegal to work up some bears with. Draped in the mock sweater and removable hat and scarf that my bears are cozying up with this winter, the little bears came out great. I have two in this style with the brown sweater. The other two aren’t finished yet. They were of a grey tone, made up with white sweaters. So, I’ll post those later in the week.

But, these two little guys that are done came out just really nice, plush and poofy. You know how virgin wool can be. Sometimes it has that soft hint that feels like cotton. The Donegal was no exception. So, thank you Hazel!

il_570xN.512817843_s7o3And speaking of Hazel, you should really check out her shop. If you’re in need of a hat or gloves for this winter, she’s your girl. She does REALLY great work. Phenomenal work. And I have to admit, she is an incredibly beautiful girl with some striking eyes. So be sure to check out her knit accessories direct from Ireland.

AND! I want to give another special thanks to a wonderful retired couple in Wales, Carol and her Darling Dave, who sent me an email last night that was so kind and touching that I spent the rest of the evening with a giddy heart. Here I am, this skinny little guy in Orlando, Florida, getting love from all parts of the world. And that lovely couple’s email just pretty much sealed the deal.

AND! We have sold so far 24 copies of my book and pattern bundle, most of whom have been in the UK, which is why I wanted to give a great big hug and shout out to all of you across the pond and say, thank you! Ya’ll have been really kind to me. I really appreciate it :)

Now, even though I’ve sold 24 copies in two days, I still have a long way to go. The funds from the book and pattern bundle are going to set me into a better world, a better life. No more fear of rent not being paid, no more missing meals, but what’s more, I will FINALLY be able to hand back the generosity that has been handed me. I’ll finally be able to rest, sleep, worry less, eat more, and share my blessings with others. And on a logistic front, I can begin a new chapter in this bear story.

So, be sure to snag a copy of my book and pattern bundle. I’m hope for another 20 copies by the end of today.

IMG_0950So, If you’d like to snag the Donegal Bear, click here. He’s ready to ship with a signed card by me. And yes, the pattern for him is in the bundle, as well.

If you’d like to buy my book and pattern bundle on craftsy, click here. The bundle is a pdf that contains not only my book, “MAD MAN KNITTING -or- the waiter and the fly,” but four of my patterns. The bear, the tiger, the bunny, and the bear dressed up in a mock sweater with hat and scarf.

If you’d like to buy it directly from me, click here. Just be sure your email is correct in check out, that’s the email address I’ll be sending it to.

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My Knit Potato

I certainly have come along way.

Man, you should have seen the first teddy bear I ever knit. Now, this is well before I was actually knitting them for a living, this was in the early days when I had first started knitting. I wasn’t interested in scarves and simple things. Nah, I wanted to go BIG! Give me something challenging. So, I found a copy of the “The Knitted Teddy Bear,” by Sandra Polley and gave the little buggers a shot. Whoa……no no no. It is a very good book for a more advanced knitter, but I have to say my ambition didn’t save me and my first knit teddy bear truly did look like a knit potato. He was a sad little thing. Wish I had taken a picture.

Of course, many years later (and after having learned so many different knitting techniques-especially a more knitted version of amigurami) I set out to make my own knit teddy bear by designing my own pattern. Simple, well designed, and perfect for the novice knitter.

But, those early days of learning to knit were a singular part of my life that I never really recognized until well after the fact. I had to learn patience, acceptance of my shortcomings, had to learn to see my mistakes and fix them quickly. There were so many nuances about picking up the needles, versus picking up your life. I shy away from using terms like “zen moments,” but I do feel there were moments of eureka that translated from little moments knitting into bigger moments in life.

Of course, you can read about all of that in my book. See? I told you I was going to be pushing my bundle! Last night we sold 18 copies. Not bad! But, we have 10,000 subscribers so we have 9982 to go. We still have a long way to go and not much more time to do it in. And like I’ve mentioned before, this has become a necessity for me. This is important, and perhaps more than you know. I’m not just pushing my book and patterns bundle, I’m eagerly trying to get some safety under my belt.

madman6x9coverIf you’d like to buy my book and pattern bundle on craftsy, click here. The bundle is a pdf that contains not only my book, “MAD MAN KNITTING -or- the waiter and the fly,” but four of my patterns. The bear, the tiger, the bunny, and the bear dressed up in a mock sweater with had and scarf.

If you’d like to buy it directly from me, click here. Just be sure your email is correct in check out, that’s the email address I’ll be sending it to.

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Optimistic November OR! The 10K Run

I couldn’t wait to wake this morning. November has come. Now, that might not seem like too much fanfare for anyone to take seriously, but I am a mad man of symbolism….and I’ve been waiting for November 1 to slip its way onto the calender. I’m one of those sorts. We pick a day to gear up towards making changes. You know the type. Diet starts on my birthday. I’ll quit smoking New Year’s Day. I’ll hit the gym regularly beginning next Monday. We like monumental days to look forward so we can make bold change in our lives. We need a specific deadline to look forward to, embrace, then embark from. I chose November 1. And why this date? Why today? Because I said so, it’s as simple as that.

October wasn’t well for me. A lot of self doubt was bothering me. A lot of stagnation. Lethargic burdens that had me melancholic. I ain’t like that, I tell ya. I like optimism. And if you’ve lived with this blog for a long time, you know that the one thing I preach is that you must be forever hopeful. You will reap what you sow. If you’re spending your time doling out negative pessimism, congratulations! You’ll have a bountiful feast of bitterness once harvest comes around. However, planting a warm smile, a sense of purpose, and a devout desire to overcome obstacles armed only with your tenacity and hope will reward you with a lifetime of riches. Haven’t we learned that yet? As people, as humans, haven’t we figured that out yet? Seems to easy to grasp. Oh, well.

So with a few twisted moments in October doing their best to shake me of the optimism disease, I had to sit back and ask, “So, what’s up, Gregory? What’s going on?” With some clarity I started to see very simply an unhappiness that I had taken for granted. It’s always been gnawing at me, but I always brushed it off and said, “I’ll deal with you later. I’ve got bears to knit.” And like any illness, it just got worse, just started growing bigger and bigger until there was no room in this tiny apartment for it, me, and the cat. So, I had to deal with it.

I’m not moving forward, you see. I’m still on the edge, the cliff, land’s end. One false move and we end up right back where we started. I do my best, and with all of your help, I do survive each month, but…..barely. And that’s no longer enough for me. It’s just simply not. The stress of each month passing keeps me from sleeping, I don’t eat as often as I should because that devilish bit of gnawing steals my appetite. I want a little more than that kind of life.

Now, I don’t want the world, mind you. In some respects, in this heart of mine, I already own it. I have all of you to remind me of that. The generosity and kindness you have shown me have proven that I have the love of the world and that’s not something I take lightly. But, I need my safety. I need to begin building a real future for myself. And that starts today. November 1, 2014.

I’m pushing my bundle. You knew I was going to. You just KNEW I was. Because that is the easiest way to get to my safety. I can work on my back orders while the bundle goes viral. I can use some of that cash to refund people who aren’t happy they’ve waited so long. I can begin putting money away every month…..for tomorrow, for the next leg of my journey in life. So, that’s my plan for November. Push my bundle, my book and bear patterns….and I do mean push. It is a really good book. People really seem to like it. And I really loved writinng it. I’ve been selling it on craftsy, but don’t stress it, if you don’t wanna go through the trouble of starting a username and such there, I’ve got another option. You can get it directly from me now.

I feel good about this, because I’m optimistic. I am so lucky to have 10,000 subscribers to this blog. 10k! And I’m gonna be running after each and every one of you to get my bundle. Shameless self promotion? Hell, yes. Selling out? Of course! I’m gonna earn my safety. I’m gonna earn my place in life. I’m gonna have a long term place to live and enough food to share with anyone who comes my way. I’m going to sell 10,000 copies of my bundle. That, THAT is my goal.

Big smile, everyone. It’s November 1. The Mad Man is no longer the homeless guy struggling to stay alive. He’s no longer held back by the past. He’s a fighter, a survivor, and once you’ve defeated your foe, your gnawing pessimism and depression, you move forward into a sense of accomplishment. That’s right. I’m conquering the past with this endeavor to sell my bundle and moving forward into freedom. Into safety.

We’ll have enjoyed this blog. I’ve enjoyed writing it, and I know you’ve enjoyed reading it, and this has been an experience that we have mutually shared. I could never have made it even this far if it had not been for you. So with you my my side, we’re taking the next step toward forward.

madman6x9coverIf you’d like to buy my book and pattern bundle on craftsy, click here. The bundle is a pdf that contains not only my book, “MAD MAN KNITTING -or- the waiter and the fly,” but four of my patterns. The bear, the tiger, the bunny, and the bear dressed up in a mock sweater with hat and scarf.

If you’d like to buy it directly from me, click here. Just be sure your email is correct in check out, that’s the email address I’ll be sending it to.

 

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My Witness to a Massacre

It was just about that time of day, early afternoon, lunch time. I instinctively felt the two strays I’ve grown attached to were probably outside waiting for food. Sure enough, there they both lay waiting patiently to get some grub. I poured a moderate amount of cat food onto the ground, they walked up, rubbed aside my leg to say thanks, the red one with the busted leg giving affection and a wink, then they went quietly to eating. One stumbling over the other to get to the good stuff.

I have grown accustomed to their habits. They usually roll up at the same time of day. They sit for a spell, then lounge away, and I go back to my knitting. And on occasion I feel I’ve fed them too much, since they leave some behind. Probably saving it for later, I tell myself.

But, as I sat knitting, long after they had been eating, I heard a racket out back. The screaming shrill of birds in such a loud cacophony, I like anyone needing my quiet while working, got up to investigate. Peering out the window I saw there were perhaps half a dozen birds, darting down and swooping into the pile of food that the two strays had left behind. They rushed down, grabbed a bit then darted back up into the sky, stealing the food I had left for the cats.

A few of the birds wistfully stepped on the ground to bounce and peck at the cat food, spiking it with their beaks, tossing some kernels aside, mad dashing for others. And out of the azaleas, like snipers waiting to make their move, the two strays made an ascent, swiping at each bird they could, disabling their wings, knocking them out of flight, making them helpless. Fangs went sharp to make piercing kisses into their small necks, as the sounds of mad flapping and screaming filled the air.

There was a blood bath, I tell you. Shrieking turned to silence, the cat’s breathing and gazing became predatory and lion like. They swiped, stopped and bit into instinct, and what was left behind was carnage. Three birds were injured and maimed as the two strays conquered. And one by one, each of the winged things was picked up and carried off to a safe place to devour.

DAMN!

I watched the red one with the hurt leg limp along to the shade of a large bougainvillaea, look back at me, dropped the bird and winked. His insane way of saying, “Thank you.” Yes, he’s going to be just fine.

So, to all of you who were interested in an update on the two strays that have adopted me, there you have it. They’ve been using the cat food I feed them as an appetizer, and using what’s left over as lure for fresh kill. Wow. Smart little bastards.

The two strays are going to be just fine.

Happy Halloween. :)

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