Friday, 31 October 2014

The Pet Parade Blog Hop #64 Halloween Edition ~ Hosted by Rascal & Rocco Co-Hosted by Basil & Jan's Funny Farm & Love is Being Owned By A Husky & Barking from the Bayou


Supurr Spooky Greetings Pawesome Furriends

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Spooky chilling Purrs

Basil & Co XOX

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Tuesday, 28 October 2014

TUESDAY TAILS ~ ONCE UPON A TIME... Featuring Piggy and Karen Malena



It's tale time featuring Piggy!

Today my wunderpurr pals I'm delighted that my supurr furriend Piggy is here to share her literary prowess with mew all, so without further adieu, here is Piggy's tale...

Published by Tuxedo & Beans

Book Blurb:

We don’t always have to fight or prove ourselves to be big and strong. 

Sometimes it’s the smallest of creatures who can teach us life’s greatest 

The grey-striped tabby cuddles her tiny kitten close. “Peanut,” she says. 
“What if I tell you the most wonderful tale tonight? A bedtime story I 
think you might enjoy. This is a true story, one of an unlikely 
friendship, great bravery, heroes and villains.” 

This is Piggy’s story…


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Author Bio's:

Karen Malena is a cat lover living in Western, Pennsylvania. Her compassion toward others is evident in her writings and blogs. Her interests include reading, weekend trips with her husband, music and nature. Karen is active in her town encouraging others to write through local library programs and author events. She’s a member of Pittsburgh East Scribes, a monthly writing group in Monroeville, Pennsylvania.

Piggy is a domestic shorthair cat living in Western Pennsylvania. Her interests include tuna, Doritos, Spaghettios, and chicken. She lives with her human Matt.


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Part 1

Goober’s Tail

A pink-nosed kitten barely two months old, reached his paws toward the stately grey-striped tabby trying to bathe him with her sandpaper tongue. He swatted at her tail, trying to catch it between two small, but very furry paws. He wriggled away from her, annoyed at this bath time ritual.
“Stop it, Mom, that tickles,” the kitten said.
The mother cat ignored her babe, continuing to lick every inch of her precious adopted son. The tongue combed through the white fur, and her paw gently held him down.
She fretted over the rescued kitten, not only in keeping him clean, but especially because he was so vulnerable, the smallest one of the litter. Her human had chosen him from the animal shelter for this very reason. He had a soft spot for the underdogs of the world.
“Why do I have to be clean before bed?” The kitten squirmed, catching his mother’s tail this time before she gently pulled it away from him.
The mother cat who’d answered this question many times before stopped for a moment.
“Peanut,” she said. “I have a different kind of “tail” for you. What if I tell you the most wonderful story tonight? It’s a bedtime tale that I think you might enjoy.”
Peanut the kitten stopped fussing; his big green eyes alight with wonder. “A story, Mama, a fun story?”
“Oh yes, but this one is true. It’s about an unlikely friendship, great bravery, heroes and villains. This is the story of the great mouse rescue.”
“A mouse?” Peanut questioned.
The grey-striped tabby cuddled her young one close. She licked his soft, tiny head and then rested her chin upon him. A sigh escaped her, and she looked up into the darkness of the room; her cat night vision excellent. Her human was asleep, snoring away in the next room. She closed her eyes and let the thoughts come to her; thoughts of her dear sister and friends. A meow that sounded oddly like a chuckle echoed in her mind, or had she heard it?
Settling in with her paw across Peanut’s back, Goober the cat began her tale.


A dilapidated, gray-shingled house sat among tidy red brick homes in a quiet neighborhood of Ambridge, Pennsylvania. It stood out for the peeling strips of paint, the sagging front porch, and the tendrils of ivy creeping up the side. A wooden fence badly in need of a paint job surrounded it with a creaking, rusty gate. Behind this gate sat the meanest, toughest, and angriest cat anyone ever laid eyes on: his name was Bolivar. He belonged to no one and nobody belonged to him. Day after day, he’d wait for unsuspecting pretty, seducing them with his snake-like voice, and then grabbing them when they least expected.
The house in which he stood sentry had been deserted for several years. He claimed this property for himself and picked fights with other cats in the neighborhood who dared step foot inside his weedy yard.
Bolivar lifted his ragged orange head and licked at a wound on one paw. The scar on the right side of his face and his partially torn ear pained him today; the results of many battles. His stomach growled; he hadn’t eaten a decent meal in at least four days.
Recently, the neighbors had begun to lock their trashcans up tightly; a few of them included heavy bricks on top to prevent him from tipping them. Not a scrawny bird to eat, not even a tasty little crawling bug; his mood went from bad to worse.
Out of the corner of his eye, through one of the slats in the fence, Bolivar spotted movement. In the next yard, a plump, furry brown mouse frolicked about. With his changing luck, Bolivar perked up. He lay low to the ground, every muscle in his body tense and alert. His tail twitched in anticipation and his hind quarters wiggled as he sprung forward to pounce upon the unsuspecting rodent. . .


Goober paused for a moment with her story. Peanut apparently had forgotten all about sleeping. He stared at his mama, wide-eyed.
“I thought you said this was a mouse rescue? It sounds like this cat was ready for dinner.”
“I did, son, be patient,” Goober said, and resumed licking her kitten. Peanut rolled onto his back, paws in the air, Mama’s tongue made the fur of his belly stick up in all directions.
“Well I don’t like Bolivar,” Peanut shivered. “He sounds mean and scary.”
“Yes, he was,” Goober said, sighing. “But let me go back a little further. I’m going to tell you how another cat, a brave, beautiful cat got the best of him and how she and a mouse became the closest of friends.
You see, we don’t always have to fight or prove ourselves to be big and strong. Sometimes it’s the smallest of creatures who can teach us life’s greatest lessons.”
Peanut began purring while mama resumed her story.


Thanks so much fur dropping by today and we do hope mew enjoy today's pawesome literary offering. 

BTW we'll all be present and correct for WW on the morrow!

Until then, sweetest literary purrs to mew all

Basil & Co xox

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