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A Romantic Tail

How the heart desires the warmth,

Of bodies pressed together.

Oh, sweet siren call of lust,

The touch, the hands that tether.

 

My body, lean and sensuous

Is wild and soft and free.

Both men and women yearn to touch

Every inch, every ounce of me.

 

The hands caress my face and then

They move from head to shoulders,

Embrace my back, and ‘round to breast

And down to where it smolders.

 

Some soft, some firm, the fingers play

A song at that low place.

Upon the region Eros knows.

For explosions I must brace!

 

I must hold on, I cannot take

The ultimate delight.

I must hold on, must breathe, must wait,

Until the time is right.

 

No words describe my feelings as

The sweet release draws nigh.

Soon, very soon, I will give up

Myself, my soul, my cry.

 

Finally, yes blissfully,

The hands will gently trail

From end to tip, the fluffy length

Of my romantic tail.

This poem is written by Mo and is published in the last chapter of Holiday.

Our New Normal

Tiger Lily wants to explain to everyone that her blogs are going to change, starting with the next one. This will be the year that we establish our new normal.

What Can We Expect?

For one, you can expect fewer newsletters. Only one a month. My little paws get tired of typing sometimes.

For another, I won’t be sharing so many recipes and things about wine or anything else. Not unless – as Mom says – it’s germane. Ha!

And?

Maybe there will be some short stories. I’m not sure. We’re going to work that out in the next month.

What About Mommy?

Mommy is very happy that she will be concentrating on a little writing again. It’s been a long, long couple of years.

In Closing

Oh, and don’t let me forget to say HAPPY NEW YEAR!

This is a Tiger Lily Approved Way Of Life!

Tiger Lily Reflects on Lives Worth Living

Here it is, the end of a very long two years. Christmas is in a few days, and then it will be new year, and then, we’ll have an opportunity to decide what’s up with us. Are we going to move forward or backward?

I think one thing that can help us decide is if we can reflect on lives worth living. If we find someone or something good, and then maybe try to act like those persons, maybe we can have a life that was worth it.

I’m going to try a few.

Heather Cox Richardson

She’s this historian, and Mom started reading her daily columns when “things” were really bad in the world. When she turned off the news, she kept reading this column. Ms. Richardson puts everything into perspective, going all the way back in history and comparing what happened then to what is happening now. It is both enlightening and alarming. She’s a very smart person. You can find her on Facebook; you can also sign up to get her daily column in your email in-box.

John Pavlovitz

This is a guy that Mom started reading about, again, when “things” were really bad. He’s a writer, a pastor and a speaker. He has generally uplifting messages, but he can really hammer people for being – what do you want to say – hypocritical. Currently, he’s telling everybody what it’s like to go through some really serious cancer treatments. That’s brave. You can find him on Facebook, too.

Pluto

Pluto is a dog from the Canada Lands that comes down and gives us messages of encouragement all the time. He doesn’t really care for cats, but other than that, he’s a pretty good egg. He has fun with his messages, and his Mom is a wildlife photographer, so she’s pretty interesting, too. You can find Pluto on Facebook.

In Closing

I’m going to concentrate on “people” like this for a while.

This is a Tiger Lily Approved Message. Be Kind.

Mr. Bean Asks: Are We Done Yet?

Mr. Bean here. I want to tell you how COVID changed my life. Some for the better, some for the worse.

Food. Let’s Talk About Food.

Mom was home most of the time during that period. Now, she’s still home a lot more than she used to be. That’s good, but not all the time. I’m used to getting my way with the other cats all the time, except for mealtime. At mealtime I have to have my food in a private room with a door that closes, because we have a feline vacuum cleaner in the house. I may be 17 pounds of love, but Mattie, six pounds of fluff, sucks up all of her food, then comes for mine. I’m such a gentleman, I just back up and let her have it. That’s why I have to go to a special room now.

If Mom weren’t home all of the time, things would be back to regular, and we’d have more dry food, less really really good wet food, and we would probably nap more.

Visitors

We had fewer visitors. Me, I love visitors. It gives me the chance to show off my beautiful self and get pets and hear how soft I am and how pretty my eyes are and isn’t he the gorgeous cat and … well, you get the picture. With fewer guests, I get less of that. I’m ready for more, but Mom is kind of liking her separate time.

Helping Mom

Mom being home more gives us more time to help her with her computer work. (That’s fun. Especially when we fix something and she has to figure out what we did.) And then, if the weather permits, she takes us outside to the kitty kondo. And we get to cry to come in, then cry to go out, then cry to come in… We give her some steps.

Mom’s Multi-Tasking

Mom says she multi-tasks, which means that while she works on her computer, she has something else going

Mommy turned off the news. She was home too much, and the news was too much, so she turned it off. We watch movies and old or new television series. She calls it “streaming.” She “cut the cable.” I’m not sure what she means by that. There are still lots of cables in the house. Anyway, sometimes the movies are fascinating to us kitties.

She listens to her books more, and there are lots of nice voices on the books. She listened to this one book not too long ago. She said it was about an old man and he went out and caught a huge big fish and the sharks came and it was a famous book by some guy named Ernie, I think, and the reader was this actor that Mom likes with a really nice voice. There. I told you the whole thing! You don’t have to listen to it now!

The Kittens

Now that we’re home all the time, Mom started fostering kittens. Wow. They haven’t had their shots or been fixed when they come, and they have to stay in the bathroom. Once they get their shots, Mom lets me in to visit. That’s fun. I get to sit up high and watch them do kitten stuff. I remember being a kitten. The bad part is that Mom splits her time between them and us. They don’t get to come down to bed, so we have her all to ourselves then. Well, “we” still have to share with one another. Sometimes I get mad at my sisters and don’t care to have them in bed with me. But in general, it’s okay. I guess I digressed a little bit.

Those kittens can be fun to watch.

In Closing

Anyway, I guess, if life has to change, I can live with the changes. I’m a kitty after all. I just sit back and watch it happen.

This is a Tiger Lily Approved Way To Look At Life.

Speckles: Don’t Try To Alpha A Tortie

Speckles is one of the younger cats in the house. Little Socks, now aged 19, has been the alpha of the house since she arrived. (She never tried to “alpha” Tiger Lily, but she “alpha’d” everyone else.)

All of the cats have unique personalities, and Speckles has a tortie’s perspective on life.

Tortitude & Passive Resistance

Called “tortitude,” cats of Speckle’s persuasion tend to be strong-willed and fiercely independent. She is both of those things. Torties are also supposed to be very vocal. She is not. She’s more the strong, silent type.

The one thing that was apparent early on was that she was not going to allow anyone to bully her into doing anything she did not want to do. That included the current alpha, Little Socks, and the “mother” of the household, Tiger Lily.

She has also mastered the art of sitting quietly, gazing intently, and seeming to know nothing yet everything at the same time. She moves silently. One minute she can be seen sitting on the kitchen table. The next, she is sitting on the desk. Suddenly, you look up, and she is in the up-high, which would have been a noisy ascent by any of the other cats.

Interview

Little Socks, beside herself one day for “getting nowhere” with Speckles, being used to getting everything she wants all the time, asked Tiger Lily to intervene. The conversation went something like this.

Tiger Lily: Speckles, Little Socks asked you politely to give her part of the sunbeam.

Speckles: [stares into space]

Tiger Lily: Was she polite when she asked?

Speckles: [looks out the window]

Tiger Lily: She asked politely.

Speckles: [licks a paw]

Tiger Lily: Do you know that we share things in this house?

Speckles: [settles into a more comfortable position]

Tiger Lily: Will you share with her next time?

Speckles: [sits up again]

Tiger Lily: Are you going to talk to me?

Speckles: [yawns]

Tiger Lily: Really? This is what I get?

Speckles: [stands, trots off]

Ninjatude & Active Resistance

If you are a human who needs to do something like take her to the doctor for shots, or catch her of a morning for medicine, you will be treated to a ninja personality like no other. Even in a closed room, there is no catching her. She can twist and turn in midair, and find the most out-of-the way places to hide. And, talking about medicine, if you try for three to four days to give her medicine every day, for the next six months, she will wait for you to deliver dinner in a place where you can only place a dish, not reach in and grab.

Interview

Mommy, beside herself because Speckles won’t allow herself to be touched to get her medicine, asks Tiger Lily to have a conversation with her.

Tiger Lily: Speckles, Mommy says you won’t let her give you medicine.

Speckles: [stares into space]

Tiger Lily: She just needs to give you the medicine.

Speckles: [looks out the window]

Tiger Lily: You’ll feel better if you just let her. It’s quick, and it doesn’t taste that bad.

Speckles: [licks a paw]

Tiger Lily: You’ve been sick. Really, it will make you better.

Speckles: [settles into a more comfortable position]

Tiger Lily: Will you stop hiding from Mommy?

Speckles: [sits up again]

Tiger Lily: Oh, for goodness sakes! I’m done with this!

Speckles: [yawns]

Tiger Lily: Mom! She’s impossible!

Speckles: [stands, trots off]

In Closing

Really? Who’s in charge here?

This is a Tiger Lily Approved Story About A Crazy Little Cat.

The Joy Of Olives

Remember the classic argument about tomatoes? Are they a fruit or are they a vegetable? Well, the same argument can be had about olives. Olives are a fruit. They have a stone, or pit, inside, like peaches and cherries. Unlike those fruits, though, olives have a low sugar content.

I’m told that when you eat olives, certainly you’re getting a low-sugar portion of your fruit servings for the day. Right? But they do have a lot of oil.

Olives that have not been cured taste really, really awful. So let’s get down to it.

What Makes An Olive An Olive?

From this website comes an explanation of how olives are cured.

Fully ripe olives can be fermented in brine (salt water), but it takes a long time, up to a year. This makes the olive sweeter, because the fruit flavor is intensified.

The kind of cure that takes the longest time is water curing. Olives are soaked and rinsed. Repeat and repeat and repeat. Some producers start with this cure, then move to brine.

Olives can also be packed in salt for a month or longer. This pulls out moisture and bitterness. Sometimes, after removal from the salt, the olives are drenched in olive oil to keep them plump. If you see an oil-cured olive, it is actually a dry-cured olive that is softened in oil for several months.

Large processors use lye-curing. It is the most time- and cost-effective method. It is fast, but it leaves behind a sad, bland olive.

In rare instances, olives are sun and air cured on the tree or, after picking, by laying in the sun.

Have You Been Eating Olives Wrong?

From this site comes a new way of looking at this fruit, and I have included the narrative, not in total, but enough to give you a fabulous recipe.

To explore the new world of possibilities, [the writer] decided to make sautéed olives from Susie Theodorou’s new cookbook, Mediterranean, as well as Salad in a Jar’s recipe for “Warm and Toasty Nuts with Rosemary and Shallots” (which originally appeared in Martha Stewart’s Hor D’oeuvres Handbook).

I started with the nuts. (In retrospect, this was a mistake — as I later discovered, the olives hold their heat longer.) First, as per Martha’s recipe, I preheated the oven to 350 degrees, and then poured some cashews, pecans, and almonds into a cake pan … and toasted them for 10 minutes.

Next, I sliced two shallots and three cloves of garlic lengthwise, and then fried them in olive oil until they were brown, for about four minutes. Because we had run out of paper towels, I set them to dry on a torn up brown paper bag, which worked okay.

I then melted two tablespoons of unsalted butter and mixed in ¼ cup of fresh, chopped rosemary, ¼ teaspoon of cayenne pepper, a tablespoon of brown sugar, and a tablespoon of salt, then poured the mixture over the warm nuts and stirred in the shallots and garlic.

The result was incredible.

Finally, I [made] the olives. I chose to use Castelvetrano olives, because Theodorou wrote that the “plump, pale green olive from Sicily is very much in vogue right now, and with its fleshy texture and briny flavour, it’s one of my favorites to use in recipes.”

To sauté them, I poured a couple of tablespoons of olive oil into the frying pan, heated it up, then added the olives and a sprig of rosemary. Theodorou suggests to “cook until they plump up” but mine didn’t seem to change size that much, so I cooked them for three to four minutes, taking them off the heat once I noticed the skin of several olives beginning to blister.

I poured the olives, the nuts, and crackers into some bowls, and sat down to enjoy them, by myself…. The sautéing made the olives’ flesh softer, silkier, and cooking them in olive oil brightened and enhanced their flavor. They were delightful.

It felt sumptuous, decadent, to have taken the time and made this for myself. And while it was difficult to face the reality that I had theretofore been living a half-life, with plain old room-temperature olives and nuts, at least now my future looked brighter, and much warmer.

But What About Martinis & Bloody Marys?

I found several sites talking about “the best” olives for these drinks, but I didn’t want to start World War III. Google or Bing it!!!

In Closing

Olives are a wonderful food, and should have a food category of their own, like bacon and chocolate.

This is a Tiger Lily Approved Fruity Delicious Post.

The Animals Outside Our House

This is Speckles. I was elected to tell you about the animals that live outside our house.

For the most part, we’re really happy to be inside looking out, but every now and then, we would like to get out and play.

We Want To Play With…

The birds! We would love to watch the birds that come close to the house, and the ones that fly around in the trees around the house. But every time we go outside to the kitty condo, the birds fly away. They’re faster than us, and they can go higher.

The chipmunks are pretty fun to watch, too. I have a fantasy every now and then, that the window melts away and I can jump out and catch those two that play in the rock garden. We all know the legend of The Day Tiger Lily Caught A Chipmunk, and we can only dream it can be us!

Here’s the story. Tiger Lily lived here all by herself. (Except for Mommy. Mommy lived here, too, and sometimes Uncle Jim’s dog Daphne.) In those days, Mommy let Tiger Lily go outside on a leash. One day, she was out on the leash, and a chipmunk got too close to her! She caught it! Daphne tried to help her, and it looked for all the world (to Mommy) that Daphne was trying to kill Tiger Lily!!!!! Mommy ran to the patio door and opened it, and YUP, YOU GUESSED IT! That chipmunk ran inside the house! Mommy had to take Daphne and Tiger Lily to Uncle Jim’s house and lock them in. Then she opened all of the doors and sat in the kitchen real quiet. That chipmunk, lucky for mommy, ran upstairs, looked at Mommy, then ran out the kitchen door.

Like I said, we all wish it could be us.

There are rabbits that come around, and we would like to play with them, too, especially the babies.

Bugs. Lots of bugs. Bugs that fly and bugs that crawl and bugs that light up in the night. Lots of them fly to the windows at night if there’s a light on. They are trying to get in, and we wish they could. But Mommy has these things called screens that keep them out.

Oh! There are turkeys! I could have talked about them with the birds, but they’re different. They come out in big groups. They look really fun.

The little baby deer come right up to the window to look at us. I don’t think they would hurt us, but it might be fun to play tag with them. Sometimes the baby raccoons play tag with the baby deer.

I, me in particular, I want to play with the baby raccoons, but Mommy won’t let me get close to them. I watch them through the screen door, though, and sometimes we’re just a foot or two apart. They’re always looking for food!

We Would Hide From…

There’s a big, fat groundhog. Not only does he look big, I think, if it came down to it, he would probably fight with us. Frankly, he doesn’t look like he knows how to play.

The skunks are cute, but something tells me we should stay away from them. I’m not sure what it is, but… if we were lucky enough to get outside, I’d leave them alone.

The foxes … I don’t think they would hurt us, but their teeth are pretty sharp looking!

Inside The House…

We do a great job hunting lots of things that are in the house. There are gray mousies and colored mousies and balls and an orange rodent and a shapeless pink thing and skittery things and other kinds of things with feathers and bells…. We’re great hunters, so we don’t have to worry about getting outside of the house to hone our skills.

But we can dream….

This is a Tiger Lily Approved Story, And Tiger Lily Wants To Say That She Loves To Stay Inside To Hunt, But She Remembers The Great Day Of The Chipmunk.

Moriah On Body Pride

Moriah is one of the younger cats of the household. She is the only cat that entered the house as an adult. No one at the shelter knew her story. The doctor put her age at “2 or 3.” We decided to go with 2.

She had been cared for at some point; she had already been “fixed.” But during one of the coldest winters ever, she was either thrown out or lost, and a Good Samaritan took her to the shelter.

She hid under the bench. For days. She wouldn’t come out to eat. She wouldn’t come out to meet people.

I actually got her by accident. I had gone in to leave a donation and saw a friendly dark gray boy cat, sleek and short-haired. I called back and said I wanted the “gray one.” Because of snow and road closures, I couldn’t get in for a couple of days. When I did, I filled out the paperwork for the “gray one.” We then went back to the enclosure room, and the volunteer went into the cage to the left of the one I remembered, digging underneath a bench for a kitty that was hiding.

I said, “Huh, he was so friendly when I was here before.”

She turned with a fluffy gray bundle in her hands, a long-haired light gray and peach (dilute calico) girl. She handed the girl to me, and two front paws immediately went around my neck. She was terrified, but she was saved.

I was shocked. The sleek gray one was gone, but this one… this one was beautiful. The volunteer noticed my surprise and asked if I wanted to go through with it.

Of course I did.

She was a beautiful fluffy kitty.

She is even more beautiful now. And definitely more fluffy, in every way.

Moriah Speaks

I was saved that day. I went to my new home with my new mommy, and I got this really big room all to myself. (Mom calls it the bathroom.) I hid under this rack thing that Mommy keeps hangy-down things on, so I couldn’t be seen by anyone. And I stayed there. She would put food out, and water, and she brought in a chair and a table and sat with me for hours. I still hid.

She left dry food, then wet food, then treats, then, finally, tuna. I sneaked out one night and ate the tuna. So that’s what I got for a while, then a mixture of wet food and dry food. Eventually, probably a couple of weeks after she rescued me, I would eat everything she put out for me.

I stayed in the bathroom for quite a while, until everyone knew I was safe. But every now and then, a kitty would come in to sniff. I hid. There was no way I was going to say hello to kitties.

Mommy slept in that chair for several hours every night, and one night, after eating my tuna, I climbed up on that chair and slept on her chest.

I hid less after that. But I learned it was safe to eat!!

And I learned that the human in the house – Mommy – was not only okay, but she loved me. And the kitties in the house were okay with me, too. I’m not cuddle buddies with any of them, but they know me, they let me eat, and they let me sleep, and they never bother me.

It’s okay for me to love myself. And I do.

My Message

Tiger Lily asked me to give you a positive message, because there is so much going on these days that isn’t positive. Here it is.

I have come to love my big fluffiness. Some people would call me a fluffy ball. Some roly-poly. Some would be rude and call me fat.

But no one can deny that I wear my long fluffy hair like a queen.

I love it when Mommy brushes my lion mane and chest. I don’t care for it when she tries to brush my back, or sides, or anything else. Every now and then she catches me to give me a good brush, and sometimes she brings in this woman who puts me in a harness, brushes my hair and shaves my butt.

Now THAT’S something! I like to show off my butt for weeks after that.

When I was at the shelter, it was very scary. I darn near froze to death before getting there, and I had learned that humans couldn’t be trusted.

Then I was saved by Mommy and the other kitties in the house. I found out that they love me, no matter what. And I learned to love myself.

Here is the message: Love yourself. Love your body. No matter what you are, human or kitty. That’s how you find and keep your place in the world.

This is a Tiger Lily Approved Body Positive Message.

The Great Pumpkin

We are well past the time that all of the pumpkin spice foods and drinks showing up everywhere. I’ve never been known to be on time for anything! So count me late on the pumpkin recipes.

Foods

You know me. I find a website with great sounding recipes and I share. I’m going to mention a few here from The Spruce Eats website. I don’t often care for sweet pumpkin recipes, not even pumpkin pie. But put it with pasta and bacon? That might just do the trick for me. Like this one: Stuffed Shells With Pumpkin-Bacon Sauce. The recipe also calls for onion, rosemary, thyme and fontina cheese.

Or how about this? Roasted Garlic Pumpkin Soup. This starts with a fresh pumpkin, and the garlic is roasted inside it.

And since this is the season for soups, try this one: Thai Pumpkin Coconut Soup. This has several ingredients, but is really very simple. For an idea of how it might taste, a few of the ingredients (besides pumpkin!) are lemongrass, lime, red chili pepper, cumin, coconut milk and spinach.

Here is another savory recipe: Pumpkin Risotto. This is a vegan recipe. I love rice. I love almost everything about rice. No matter what the recipe calls for, though, I use basmati rice.

Drinks

If pumpkin is your “thing,” you can find a drink to light your world! This website, again from The Spruce Eats, gives several recipes. I will mention a few. Before I do that, though, let me quote from the site.

A few ingredients will bring that sweet pumpkin taste into your drinks, and they become relatively easy to find come fall. Some recipes use pumpkin ingredients commonly found in food, including pumpkin butter, purée, and seeds, and pumpkin pie filling or spice.

You will also notice pumpkin syrups, liqueurs, and vodkas appearing on store shelves as early as September. However, if you have a favorite brand, it’s not a guarantee that it will be around next year. Pumpkin is a very seasonal flavor, and producers cannot always keep them going. If your favorite disappears, move on to the next option or learn how to make a substitute at home. There’s always a way to get your pumpkin fix; sometimes, you just have to get creative.”

According to the website, “The Great Pumpkin is a unique cocktail with an exceptional ingredient. To pull it off, you’ll create a pumpkin-flavored Scotch whisky. The infusion takes about two days and is worth the wait. You’ll then pair the whisky with ginger liqueur, maple syrup, and lemon juice and finished it off with a dash of cinnamon. One taste, and you’ll fall in love.”

I love to infuse liquors. This will be fun. Trust me.

Pumpkin martini recipes are everywhere. The one on this site is simple and calls for vanilla vodka, cream liqueur and pumpkin liqueur. (The site also gives links to other recipes.)

The last recipe I’ll share is this one. The Spiced Pumpkin Martini. Use “a pumpkin-flavored vodka to create an amazing martini. While there are commercial options available, you can make it in just a few hours. The… recipe includes a homemade spiced pumpkin vodka made with roasted, honey-braised pumpkin and bay leaves. Once ready, the drink requires spiced syrup and a piece of fresh ginger. It’s a fascinating cocktail that is a perfect seasonal treat.”

In Closing

I’m not a pumpkin person, but these recipes might just turn me.

This is a Tiger Lily Approved Possible Use Of Pumpkin In A Pumpkin-Weary Season.

September Is Happy Cat Month

This is Tiger Lily, here to give you a message about September.

It’s true! September is Happy Cat Month! National Cat Day doesn’t happen until October 29, but you have the entire month of September to pamper all the cats in your house. And you must, you absolutely must, pamper them to keep them happy.

Well, seriously, cats don’t need humans to be happy. We only need a safe place to live, food, water, toys and boxes. But, that being said, let’s talk about September and happy cats.

Mommy Let Me Surf The Web

From this website, I got a list of things you can do to help keep your cats happy.

Take Your Cat to the Vet

Mommy takes us to Dr. Ralph, but, sadly, Dr. Ralph passed away. We were very sorry to hear that. Mommy still takes us to his office, though. She keeps us healthy. And those folks that invented Happy Cat Month put the health thing front and center.

Check Your Cat’s Food

Are you using actual cat food? You should be, because real cat food is made with all of the nutrients we need. Anyway, this is a good time to do an online search to see if the food you are giving your cats is healthy.

Play With Your Cat

The best humans know how their cats like to play, and how they like to receive attention. If you have difficulty communicating with your cat, perhaps you need to spend a little time figuring this out. Just like babies, cats cry or act out for different reasons. They need food, or water, or the litter pan hasn’t been cleaned. But you may be missing a big piece of the puzzle. Maybe that acting-out cat just needs attention.

Groom Your Cat

All cats know how to keep themselves clean, but sometimes we need extra help with our shedding hair. It might help keep the fur from flying around the house, and it might keep our stummies clear of furballs.

What Else?

Buy a cheap new toy, or a new scratching pad. Find a new box. Throw a little catnip in the food. (Personally, I like that suggestion a lot.) Spend a little more time cuddle-bugging with your babies.

This is a Tiger Lily Approved Article, Especially Because I Did It Myself!