ANOTHER GHOST OF A CAT - GENTLEMAN X 👀🐾🐾🐾🐾🖤

ANOTHER GHOST OF A CAT - GENTLEMAN X 👀🐾🐾🐾🐾🖤

He felt someone's eyes on his face. He looked up, across the room, on the top of the picture shelf; the portrait of a gentleman cat in a smoking jacket, wearing an Ascot around his neck, looked back at him. Immediately, Florence didn't waste time and headed straight for the cat. Another painting for his collection he wanted: that's what an art collector does and doesn't worry about where it will hang. When a cat dressed in human clothing, especially when wearing an ascot, becomes available, you don't let it escape you, very rare indeed! It's what you call Anthropomorphism, animals wearing people's clothes, and in Victorian times, it was very much in fashion. Florence grabbed the painting and checked the artist's mark: as he'd suspected, a Neuville, a Mitsou Neuville.

The gentleman cat had no name, for now. There was something mysterious and captivating about the tabby cat with the pronounced M on its forehead, and the more Florence looked at him, the more he couldn't look away. It's his eyes he thought. They want to speak to me. 







Another little share from the book - FLORENCE BLUME👀🖤 




*ALL OUR VISITORS BRING HAPPINESS

SOME BY COMING AND OTHERS BY GOING *




"Believe nothing you hear and half of what you see." 




A mother/daughter Ghostly Adventure, writing together for the first time about their favorite subject, the supernatural.

♥️ Annabelle & M ♥️ FLORENCE BLUME -MERRICKVILLE

© 2023

EXCERPT FROM THE BOOK - FLORENCE BLUME - 👀🖤

Florence didn't have a wife keeping count of his ever-growing collection of old things. However, it did come at a cost. He had successfully filled his house to the rafters, in the attic, in the basement, in the garage, and in the small cottage at the back of the property.

The other day, Florence found an old book at the thrift store someone had painted inside of.

One of the paintings was of a woman sitting with a cat on her lap: I wonder who she was, Florence uttered out loud, no one there to hear him.




Excerpt from the book - FLORENCE BLUME👀🖤




*ALL OUR VISITORS BRING HAPPINESS

SOME BY COMING AND OTHERS BY GOING *




"Believe nothing you hear and half of what you see." - Happy April 1st

And A Happy Caturday🐾🐾🐾🐾


A mother/daughter Ghostly Adventure, writing together for the first time about their favorite subject, the supernatural.

♥️ Annabelle & M ♥️ © 2023

“A writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word to paper.”E.B.WHITE - WRITING A GHOST STORY

WRITING A GHOST STORY 👀

I am a romantic for ghost stories. 

Spooky, mysterious, and entertaining spooks on tv always trap me for an hour or two in telling their scary tales. I believe many people believe in ghosts. I never was one to keep a bucket list, although I do have a few things on a list I would like to achieve before that time; writing a ghost story is one. I wish I could write, and I wish I could paint, I wish I could play the piano. Unfortunately, I do none of those things well. My writing is atrocious. If not for Grammarly and my daughter, I would be lost. Still, I have the desire to write a spooky story. A couple of quotes by E.B. White, one of my favorite authors, inspire me to keep writing. “I admire anybody who has the guts to write anything at all.” And ... “A writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word to paper.” ― E.B. White. So true. M, my daughter, is my ghostwriter. We are collaborating on this ghostly tale. I recently watched Eugene Levy's, 'The Reluctant Traveler. He met up with a gondolier in Venice and talked about working with their kids. Mr.Levy mentioned how much he had enjoyed working with his son Daniel for seven years. So now, mother and daughter are working together on a ghost book. Today is my birthday; I turn 66. I was born on March 10th, 1957, a wonderful year. And the year I die, well, hopefully, be just as wonderful. No matter how difficult, I want to reach my goal; write the ghost book with my daughter. In the end, I leave behind an artistic legacy for my children. When one has a will, there is always a way. ♥️ Annabelle & M ♥️ © 2023 @batandmaggie

MAGGIE

BAT

The Little Sunflower's Wish 🌱🌻🧡🌻🌱🧡🌻🧡🌱

The Little Sunflower's Wish  🌱🌻🧡🌻🌱🧡🌻🧡🌱

       Magic in a Tangled Garden

I glanced up to look at the sunny heads looking down from the towering stalks of the giant sunflowers. A little sunflower was looking up too. This tangled garden of ours keeps creating magic.

Nature tells us many things, and this little guy, I believe, is telling us where there is love life grows.

Ah! Sun-Flower

By William Blake

Ah, Sun-flower! weary of time,

Who countest the steps of the Sun:

Seeking after that sweet golden clime

Where the traveler's journey is done.


Where the Youth pined away with desire,

And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow:

Arise from their graves and aspire,

Where my Sunflower wishes to go.

MURDER, SHE WROTE 🙀

Murder, She Wrote

On Family Day we like to play the game of dress-up... with our cats 😂😾😻😸

My daughter likes to play dress-up with her cats. We watched Knives Out last night and thought of this photo by M.

Maggie as Jessica Beatrice Fletcher with her toy Bat since Bat dislikes being held captive; could be something to do with his family roots?

*** Escaping the Blue ***

Life has many daunting downbeats and sometimes too consuming to help oneself out of a deep blue state of mind……But then there is music.

With a quality of calm, it casts quiet reflection upon the listener through its lyrical words and it resonates much of what one values or experiences in life.

There is a reason why music is much loved by the human race; it is one of our most readily available components of instant ratification in expressing the state of our current psyche.

It is an escape, a solace, a remedy to what ails one.

It is inspiration in life,in writing and in creating art.

It is our very own positive ally.

And so, once again I have found pleasurable company with a very old friend
who always has time to spare and gives a lift to my soul when it calls.

~ Doria ~

ROUGH Unfinished SKETCH....


I began blogging quite a while back and essentially it was to create a journal for my kids. I didn’t realize until just recently what I was capable of and even amazed myself!

For the past few weeks I have been immersed in mixed media. A while back, a little over a year ago, I came across a beautiful artist on Youtube who not only had gorgeous art work but had an infectious nature. Funny, and knowledgeable and excellent at giving lessons on Mixed media, SuziBlu brought a smile, many smiles to my face. When she offered an on line class, there was no question if I was going to take it but when?

I have been very down in the past few years with the change our family had to bear. Not only that, but less than adequate health and loss of dear friends has made my life, somewhat blue. Depression was not mentioned and probably shunned by many, a word that unfortunately many shy away from when essentially the way to beat it is to acknowledge it and confront it by change of mind matter!! In fact, I lost a few blogging acquaintances due to lack of posting and dark material content, if you can call it that.
But I am one who also luvs the dark side of art in many forms, writing, photography, film, whatever stirs up the passion in me and progresses to beautiful works of art, I will definitely experiment in. Life after all is both light and dark, and one has to grasp that notion to understand and appreciate it even more.

Blogging and SuziBlu brought out the artist in me. I have always luved writing and art and now with the internet at my figure tips… I am unstoppable, well to a point; I still need to address daily life and my family which comes first!!!
I have always adored the idea of writing a book, a dream of mine, and never for the life of me, thought I could ever draw more than a stick. What I have posted here, I am very proud of. I have never in a million years thought I was capable of such a thing. I know it is just la di da as my husband and kids call it but I luv my Little Mermaid. And maybe, if I can do this, which I didn’t think was touchable, then anything is possible.

One of my mottos is “where there is a will there is a way” and seriously, I have found the way to art through SuziBlu…..and encouragement to excel through my artful mediums by comments like this one left by Deborah Grasty:


Annabelle,

I loved reading your blog - you need to be a writer - I loved reading your posts - so well written. I, too, have 'a love affair' with England. We spent four years living there and I would go back in a heartbeat - if only I could. Deborah Grasty

And my reply:

Wow, thanks for the lovely compliment; makes my night to dream about becoming one at my old age! You just jogged my memory of the old gal from England; I think she is in her nineties and just published her first novel. She intends to donate the profits for keeping seniors at home instead of a nursing home if they are well enough to do so. The story of her charity gift sort of reminded me of how John {Robert} Merrick spent his last years in a nice home dwelling section of his hospital and how much joy he got from it, I thought what a lovely idea! I can’t recall her name, but she did give me inspiration when I first heard her speak on the CBC earlier this summer, but then I forgot all about it, until tonight, strange how things seem to unfold.
What was very interesting about her story was, she had kept a journal in her trunk, I believe. Just recently it got published, again another of many magical tales originating from good old romantic England, our united passion.
My daughter is a natural when it comes to weaving a tale; I think she will be pursuing literature. She will probably be our writer in the family.
I started out with this blog in hopes of enticing my children into seeking their passions and paths in their life by reading mom’s journal…I think somewhat; it is working well with that original intention. What came out of blogging that I didn’t expect was my realization that the passions I had within, transformed into tangible conceptions I never realized I could create, that I possessed, somewhat …a bit of ability. I began writing poetry on a friend’s suggestion and started creating art.
It is people like you who find the time to give a compliment that triggers that hidden, shy and insecure self into view and makes them proceed on the path. Thank you for doing so. Someday, someone’s dream may be fulfilled, weather it’s my children’s, a friend like you, me or just a stranger passing by.
Hope you get to go back to England someday; it is a place I will always long to see once more before I die.

Annabelle

p.s. Also if anyone has any information pertaining to the British gal I am talking about in my reply to Deborah, I would be more than grateful in receiving.